Sleeves rolled up and backpack dangling off one shoulder, I bolt out the school gates with my phone already glued to Absolute Sword Sense. Forums have been blowing up about Soh Woonhwi’s showdown with the Crimson Serpent Gang—who needs buses when you’ve got qinggong? (Spoiler: My sprint home is 0% graceful, 100% hype.)
🍂 Autumn Leaves = Sword Wind Practice
Kicking a pebble down the alley, I mentally overlay Woonhwi’s “Water-Splitter” sound effects. On-screen, he backflips over poisoned darts—my right hand instinctively mimics the motion, backpack straps whipping my shoulders. A sudden gust sends ginkgo leaves swirling like hidden weapons from the comic. I pivot sideways, almost body-slamming a street vendor’s cart. (“Kid practicing Drunken Fist?!” he yells. My ears burn hotter than Woonhwi’s sword aura.)
🔥 Streetlights Are My Dummy Posts
When Woonhwi unleashes the “Blazing Cloud Seven Strikes,” my fingers drum combat rhythms on my jeans. THAT DOUBLE-PAGE SPREAD—raindrops sliced midair by his blade—makes my jacket billow with imaginary sword energy. I jab my umbrella at a lamppost: “BREAK!” The metallic clang scares off a stray cat, but I’m too busy gasping at Woonhwi’s follow-up slash. That move’s gotta be inspired by the ancient “Swallow Skims Water” technique!
💥 Alleyway Battle Simulation: Activated
Passing construction scaffolding? Big mistake. The panel where Woonhwi’s surrounded by three masters makes me backstep into a puddle. Shadows from steel pipes morph into enemy blades on my screen. I block “incoming strikes” with my backpack (lunchbox clanging like a gong) and thrust a finger-sword: “I saw through your venom palm three years ago!” Do I care about the janitor’s judgmental stare? Nope. Right now, I am Woonhwi.
📱 Phone: Now 50% Sword, 50% Lava Rock
By the time I reach my apartment complex, my phone’s burning up like a sect leader’s challenge token. Woonhwi’s blade rests at the gang leader’s throat. Panting by the parcel lockers, I suddenly nail a perfect “Skyward Kick” à la page 17—sending a leaf spinning like a disarmed dagger. Middle schoolers gawk as I adjust my nonexistent bamboo hat: “The martial path demands relentless practice.” (Reality check: My uniform pants are one squat away from ripping.)
My phone buzzes with the squad’s DM: “Posted your ‘Flowing Step’ practice vid from PE class! RIP your dignity lol.” I grin, tongue half-melted from a popsicle, and spam them with Chapter 122’s fight scenes: “Next sparring session, you’re facing the real Blazing Cloud Seven!”
P.S. Got home to find knee stains from alley wall-grinding… but Woonhwi severing the Crimson Serpent banner in that full-page shot? Worth hand-washing my uniform for a week. (Mom’s slipper-wielding silhouette approaching in 3…2…) 🔥
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