Surviving as a Cripple in Murim

96 – Follow-up (3)

My friend, my friend, my disciple.

No Yu-sim and Sama Man-cheon.

Although they are two people with a huge age difference.

There is no eye for others and there is nothing to distance each other from, so we chat about common topics.

“I wanted Young master, that friend, to follow in my footsteps and become the ark of openness. So I taught her how to bat.”

“By the way, do you know what happened after learning how to bat?”

Roh Yoo-sim burst into an absurd laugh as he touched the ground with a batting stick, as if he remembered that time.

“I resigned from the position of the ark and ran away before the inauguration ceremony, saying that I couldn’t settle down in one place until I gathered all the martial arts in the world.”

“That friend has a weak side too.”

Let’s imagine Master striking with a big giant while leaving a letter behind. I also had a small laugh.

“If it’s like Master, it’s like Master.”

“Um… Come to think of it. Is the batting stick taught by the previous ark to the new ark?”

No Yu-sim smiled mischievously and threw a joke.

“In a way, you can now say that you are a new ark. How about an open ark?”

“Thank you for saving me, but I will decline.”

In the first place, he lightly declined the invitation as a joke.

“I have parents and a cute younger sister that I need to support in the future. A bit of a beggar….”

As I said before, I will spend my life practicing martial arts while learning, playing and eating under my father.

Of course, not all openings are open to beggars.

Jeonguipa (淨衣派): Moorim people who came in were influenced by the freedom of openness and chivalrous spirit.

Wuuipa (汚衣派): Beggars who really go around begging. In a few breaths.

Although they are divided into two factions like this, they are affiliated with the beggars’ group anyway.

If you enter the open house and become a beggar beyond the limit, your mother may collapse with a vase.

“hahahaha! You’re right! What do beggars like!”

She said it was a joke, but even though she was rejected with a single knife, the old man smiled heartily without any sign of ill feeling. And she calmly prepares to leave.

“… Now is the time. I had a hard time dealing with the old man’s horse.”

“I was really thankful for today. I will never forget this favor and repay it.”

I also prepared to see you off with a bow and a gun.

“All right. I helped because I wanted to help on my own. I will only give you one piece of advice.”

Old Yu-Shim lifted me up with a wave of her hand.

“In Moorim, reputation is a double-edged sword. And you show off your dignity in front of many people today….”

Is it the old man’s old heart, or did he predict the future through experience?

“The name Sima Mancheon (司馬瞞天) has made its reputation.”

Advice to Moorim’s juniors with a serious old man’s face without playfulness.

“In the future, regardless of your intentions, various forces will try to make you an ally, or they will consider you an enemy who interferes with them.”

“Also, I officially assisted you. The crowd that hates me will hate you too, and they will slander you.”

Tired black eyes filled with bitterness that contrast with the youthful face. However, he looks at Mancheon with strong eyes that show his upright conviction.

“But even so….”

As the ark of the opening of the corner of the old file room, it conveys the teachings.

“As a person who has learned the batting stick, do not break it even if it breaks.”

After those words, No Yu-sim suddenly walked away, touching the ground with a batting stick, just like when they first met.

‘Did you hear that? Tagoo-chan. I’m going to spin it around to tell you to break it properly.’

‘Tagutagu… spittoon… Taguung….’

(He said he didn’t write it properly… his conscience… exploded… the ball…)

Tagu-chan Gallery I take a deep breath, lightly ignoring Tagu-chan’s voice that he will protest against Sinmungo.

Anyway, we could have a meal together before we leave.

To go away without any regrets….

I’ve felt it for a long time, but the Moorim people are too cool to meet and part.

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“… ….”

Now, let’s look at the back of the old man who disappeared with only one piece of advice hidden behind the red sunset.

“Has the inspiration gone?”

Perhaps he had finished talking with the Murimmaeng elders, Jaro calmly approached and started talking to him.

“He just left…. I owe you this time.”

An accident is an accident in which I was injured. I’m ashamed of the fact that others did it for me.

“Thank you for your help.”

Let’s say it in a slightly despondent voice.

“Okay. It is natural for the death penalty to take care of the priest.”

Jaro took out the tobacco from her bosom and inhaled deeply, exhaling the smoke from her and a faint smile on her face.

“… And when Modan blew him away, I felt refreshed.”

She couldn’t come forward because of her position and various reasons, but because she cared for Soso, she must have wanted to take care of Modan.

In a way, it’s a death penalty relationship that leads to Jaro, Mancheon, and Modan.

… Did I train the right successor?

After thinking about this. Something came to mind.

“Ah, talking about him reminded me of that.”

In the meantime, I haven’t been able to ask because I haven’t been in a hurry, but now that the work has been roughly finished, I ask the brother-in-law a question I’ve been hearing for a long time.

“Why did Master tell Modan about me? Didn’t you tell me about the other disciples?”

I wasn’t particularly sad or anything like that, I was genuinely curious.

“That nobleman is not a prophet, but he is a human being who educates himself.”

And Jaro lightly answered these questions while smoking a cigarette.

“Modan, he needs the death penalty. He must have thought you didn’t need it.”

“… Yes?”

“Considering the personality of a self-respecting guy, he must have been looking for him to surpass you whom his respected teacher praised.”

Can you roughly grasp the intention of the teacher? Zaro sneered and laughed.

“We must have met inevitably one day…. It’s a bad inspiration.”

The scent of tobacco that spews out goes up to the sky.

“To put it simply, he must have thought that instead of himself who went on a trip, you would correct the guy who went astray as the death penalty.”

In other words, Modan thought he would go astray once, but Mancheon thought he wouldn’t, so he didn’t bother to talk about the existence of the death penalty.

Manchun looked up at the sky at the unexpected belief of his teacher, telling him to go his own way.

‘Inspiration… It’s been like that since before, but it’s needlessly overestimating people.’

Perhaps because of the red sunset, my ears turn red. Gently rub the nape of the neck.

“Anyway, let’s finish talking about that inspiration. First of all, it’s because I’m not blind. It’s not a topic to talk about for a long time.”

… And as the one who solved the priest’s curiosity, he changed the subject and brought up the main topic.

“As a result of the meeting, we decided to give you a special nickname.”

“… Uh? Are you giving? I thought I would just quietly bury it.”

Let me tilt my head at the totally unexpected outcome of the meeting. Zarro snorted at him.

“There are so many people who have seen it that I have no choice but to give it to you. If you don’t give it to them, they’ll become idiots who have been robbed by someone who is nothing.”

Originally, he would have buried Mancheon and made it quiet, but the political faction, the great elder, and the elder Yu-sim openly defended it.

Just for giving me an appropriate nickname. It seems that they are trying to make an image that they are not a scumbag who was robbed by someone passing by.

“… Then, will I also receive the name of a dragon?”

Personally, I would like it to be named something like a dragon that deceives even the sky, or Osiris’ Sky Dragon.

“You’re not even an official participant, will you accept it? Still, it was decided that it was pretty good.”

The moment Jaro tried to tell Mancheon his nickname.

“… Ten thousand!”

“Sima Gongja?!”

Two girls, Gwahae and Soso, are quickly approaching from different directions.

Ever since Manchun was summoned to the meeting place of the Murimmaeng, he was worried and waited. She ran to the news that she had been released safely.

“… ….”

After confirming each other’s existence, they hesitated for a moment and frowned.

… And at that sight, Mancheon became one of the characters in The Little Prince that she had read in her previous life.

The words of the fox came to mind.

‘I can’t forget. You are forever responsible for what you have tamed.’

The words of Mr. Mukgang come to mind.

‘You must take responsibility for your own words and actions.’

With the blue eyes of the girl who received the name.

The eyes of a girl who has been relieved of the heavy burden of fate turn to Manchun.

Nothing is over yet.

This is the real beginning. It’s time to take responsibility for taming.

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Inside the mansion of the Namgung family.

The one who shamelessly uses the name of the emperor, the Thunder Emperor, one of the ten greatest masters in the world.

Namgungcheon (南宮天) laughed quietly as he listened to the report sent by the subordinates he planted in the Murim Meng.

“Although I admit it… I guess you didn’t want to give the dragon a name.”

Murim Chochul, who came out of the mountain and howled to drive out the phoenix and defeat the dragon.

A being comparable to a dragon.

He learned the martial arts of the vanished sect, Jeonjin-gyo, the opening technique, and the martial arts of esoteric Buddhism.

The Clever Tiger.

“The total number is Sima Mancheon.”

Namgungcheon reached out and picked up a document containing other information and read it.

“Mr. Sama. I recognized the same last name…. He must have been the son of Samabu.”

I finally understand.

Why do you bother to make it to the top and move on to the sunny side? Did you bring her daughter who inherited the blood of a Baehwagyo saintess who had been hiding it?

Like a wolf.

It reminds me of the image of Samabu, who was full of ambition and had a sharp edge.

I can get a sense of Samabu’s plan.

He is trying to get his son into the Jeongjin sect, which does not exist as a faction.

For Samase, who has a lot of money, it would be easier to rebuild a faction with nothing than a faction with existing forces.

Also, recently you said that you are teaching your daughter the martial arts of the Samase family.

I plan to let my son influence the political faction, Murim, and leave the Sama family to his daughter.

“Are you thinking of getting both the good and the bad?”

With blue brain energy flashing in her eyes, she recites the name of a man who may become an enemy of the turbulent world.

“Samabu… He is a scary man.”

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… And the current scary man, Samabu.

“Ah?! Look over there! It’s a cloud that resembles my older brother!”

Sima Bu saw the cloud pointed by Hwa-hwa’s beautiful finger outside the carriage window and nodded.

“Really. Good find.”

I remember the face of my precious child who left home.

‘Hey… not hurt… Are you eating well? .’

The eyes of Yehwa looking at the clouds also burn red as he recalls Mancheon.

‘Brother… wait for me. I’m coming.’

A loving older brother, she puts her hands together and prays toward the sun for her husband.