Surviving as a Cripple in Murim

84 – The sum of the tails and heads of the dice is seven (7)

Unusually, the 10,000 eyes that have sunk in coldness point to Soso, who looks unwell to anyone.

“… It wouldn’t be the martial arts that taught you to do this.”

“Martial arts is just a tool. How he uses it is at his discretion.”

Anger rises from the five organs at the words of the unconcerned priest. His head suddenly calms down.

I have no hesitation at the fact that the girl I wanted to protect in a corner of my heart was hurt and that the teachings of my respected teacher were perverted.

“You bastard, don’t approach the Little Bow Lord any more!”

Could it be the intuition of an unmanned person? The escort of the North Sea Ice Palace, who was waiting under her, sensed something strange and approached, but Mancheon didn’t care at all.

Just silently take one step.

『Fudong Myeongwangbo』 – Ab(壓)

Kwa-King!!

Conversely, the escort warrior who approached Man-chun is knocked to the floor of an inn and overpowered.

“That… what?!”

“Evil, witchcraft… ?”

“It’s martial arts. Don’t interfere.”

Raising his hand to calm the bewildered escorts, Modan slowly raised his sword toward Manchun, who was moving straight ahead.

“If you come to me from now on….”

It’s not even worth listening to. Ignoring Modan’s words, he narrowed the distance without hesitation.

At this, Modan’s left eyebrow twitched slightly.

Once again, the beautiful snowflakes begin to dance. A cold petal cuts across Mancheon’s side face.

… But she doesn’t stop walking.

In the inn where people are silent, only the sound of using a cane reverberates.

“It’s coming even though I warned you. Why?”

He clenches his fists at stupid questions and gives obvious answers.

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“Because I can’t knock you out if I don’t get close.”

No more conversations.

Observing each other, each prepares to practice the martial arts he learned from his master.

Now, the distance between the two of them is 10 steps, only 10 steps.

… And suddenly, Mancheon’s feet stopped moving forward.

To be precise, it was stopped and built. By the thin fingers felt behind his back.

“Gongja Sima… I am… It’s okay… Please don’t fight.”

Soso, forced to stand up, grabs the hem of Mancheon’s clothes and pleads.

“… Please.”

The sound of rough breathing, a fragile hand that feels a slight tremor.

… But that’s why I couldn’t shake it off.

There is a guy in front of me who needs to be beaten down. I can’t.

Swallowing the anger that was forcibly rising up, he turned around and hugged Soso and lifted him up.

Soso’s pupils are wide open as he is buried in Mancheon’s arms in the so-called princess hugging posture. All the eyes in the guest cup are converged on one place.

“You can’t do this… I am… I am….”

I was worried about the gazes around me and tried to push Mancheon away as a ‘young man of Namgung’.

“Namgoong hyung, do you really want to see me go crazy?”

No words come out in a low-pitched voice mixed with complex emotions.

“Just don’t say anything for now… Please lean on me.”

It’s not a ‘Little Emperor’, ‘Sword Dragon’, or ‘The Little Prince of the Namgung’, it’s just an embrace of a wounded and delicate girl.

Sharing warmth with a cold, hardened body.

“Cheers, let’s go.”

Mancheon took Soso in his arms and walked out of the inn.

***

A private hospital room located within the Murimmaeng.

Should I say it’s fortunate out of misfortune? Soso’s condition is not good.

In fact, Murim Lord Ja-ro, who can be said to be So-so’s assistant, sent a doctor who knew the circumstances of the Namgung family.

According to the congressman, it was fortunate that he would get better if he stayed away from cold food and took medicine while recuperating.

Then, let’s catch our breath for a while after the urgent fire is turned off.

“Hey… young master? A guest came… What should I do?”

“… Customer?”

I went to Jangsam’s call. There is a little princess from the North Sea Ice Palace.

“Hey, there… Soso’s sister….”

Snow Moon Flower was standing there restlessly watching her eyes.

“What kind of face do you have to come to me! Did you come to get Yukgaejang?”

Now that I think about it, Wolhwa could have been with Modan, so let me scream.

“Oh no… that is… I am… I did not know.”

Her pretty gold eyes, which normally shimmer with a smile, waver wildly and shed tears.

“Believe me… Is your sister okay? If even Soso’s sister goes wrong… I am… I am….”

Annoyance and regret come up at the same time as Wol-hwa is crying and looking for So-so. Unbeknownst to me, a loud sound comes out.

“Stop looking for small things! Namgung noona is your mother!?”

Jangsam, who was watching from the side, also joined in and let go of the blow.

“Right! Or do you- you don’t have a mother to take care of you?”

“Huh-?!”

It’s like having cold water poured on your head. Reasonable thinking returns to Jang Sam-yi’s unexpected pad lip.

“Now, Jangsam-ah- isn’t that a bit harsh?”

“Please stay still, Bocchan. That this pampered girl needs to find her lost mother to come to her senses.”

I urgently tried to stop Jangsam, but it was already too late.

“Black… Whoa… No, that’s right… I am a mother… No.”

The mournful cries of Seowolhwa resonate with those without a mother.

“Mom too… Aunt too… No. Whoa… If Soso’s sister goes wrong….”

You are watching the tears drip down your white cheeks. Along with her compassionate heart, a sigh comes out spontaneously.

‘Yes… What’s wrong with him?’

Even before the incident, Wolhwa smiled at the thought of having fun with Soso.

But suddenly, the older brother whom she respects and her cousin began to fight with swords, and her older sister fell down and was taken to her hospital room.

You must be very scared and embarrassed right now.

He takes out a handkerchief, wipes away the tears, and pats Wol-hwa’s back.

“That… You must have been very surprised, but the words were harsh. Soso will be fine.”

“Huh… really?”

“Really. I was examined by a senator. They say you’ll be fine if you take medicine and rest.”

Let her head calm down and soothe the sobbing Wolhwa.

Jangsam is the only bad guy left.

He muttered something grumpy, his fists clenched, and pursed lips pouted.

“A statement of belief… You have a father and a brother.”

“Stop it! Baby!!”

He is a guy who bites and hangs around in really strange parts.

***

“It’s hard to have a child to look after.”

“When I hear the news that I am injured or sick, my heart gets nervous and I can’t get things done.”

As the Murim Lord who arrived late, I leaned against the hallway and spoke at the appearance of the brother-in-law.

“You are extremely sincere. Then why don’t you punish the perpetrator who made it like that?”

“That’s complicated. The power of Soso in the current Namgung family is Binggung, the mother’s family. If this is officially revealed, Soso will become a political idiot who was betrayed by his mother’s family as well.”

Jaro’s eyes, which have softened and are invisible to others, look at the door of the hospital room where Soso is sleeping.

“… And if I intervene for no reason, it will look weird and just fall apart.”

“I think the relationship has already fallen out by the time you invited me to a meal and then added something to the food.”

“There is no harm in life. As a result of worrying in many ways, he probably didn’t cross the final line.”

“Are you on the side of the priest?”

“It’s not like that. It’s a thought I had before that. I really like the way you look at martial arts.”

As soon as the words are finished, the gaze moves towards Mancheon this time.

“Anyway, don’t attack me and stay calm. This is a problem that Soso has to solve.”

“… If you don’t like it.”

“Then, Soso will have to see someone dear to him get hurt because of him.”

‘A precious person? Wound?’

At the words I couldn’t hear, I stood with my back against the wall and looked at Jaro.

“What does that mean?”

Jaro scratched the back of his head and pondered for a moment, but soon made up his mind.

“It’s a long story. Let’s move places.”

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The private office of the Murim Lord.

A prophecy given at birth, dressing as a man as a result, and having his parents brutally murdered by an invincible murderer right in front of his eyes when he was only 12 years old.

The story I heard from Zaro was quite shocking.

Now I understand why Soso asked not to fight.

Soso was scared.

Just like how my parents, whom I thought were everything in the world, were murdered.

It was scary to see a loved one get hurt and fall down in front of my eyes again because of me.

… I was afraid of breaking my trust.

“What is that invincible invincible guy doing?”

“Okay. Because he is the enemy of the disciple. I’ve been gathering information here and there to kill you, but I haven’t gathered much.”

“I don’t know where he was born or what his real name is. At least it’s what I got. With the martial arts he uses.”

Jaro took a cigarette from his bosom, lit it with the flame from his fingertips, bit it, and inhaled deeply.

“Whoa~ Before I killed the imperial family and was called Murim’s public enemy, when I was active as a salsu in Sapa, I only worked under one of the Sapa Sajeongju (邪派四庭柱) family.”

“The nickname I used at the time was Cheolgyeon Invincible. For now, this is the biggest clue.”

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