Hyeonjilmusin - Chapter 29



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29. Pride (3)

I smiled as I stroked the sign that Jang Moon-in had given me. The word “temporary” on the back of the sign had disappeared. That alone made me feel quite good.

However, Cheonghwa still seemed to be displeased that I did not choose her as my disciple.

“You made a very bad choice.”

“What is it?”

“The disciples of the main temple will feel uncomfortable in their own way, and the lay disciples will feel awkward in their own way. They have met loneliness while pursuing something special.”

“I’m not lonely at all. How nice. I can learn the shaman’s martial arts without being tied down to the main temple.”

“Tsk.”

Cheonghwa’s words were not without basis. In fact, the disciples of the main temple were confused about what to call me, and the lay disciples were the same.

He is a lay disciple, but he does not live with lay disciples, but lives with the disciples of the main temple and learns martial arts from them. In some ways, he is special, and in other ways, he is strange.

“I don’t know about the other children who are given the name, but at least for the children under my care, call it death penalty.”

“Yes? Why?”

“Aren’t we all studying under the same teacher anyway?”

As planned, I became Cheonghwa’s disciple. Since Cheonghwa had brought me in like this in the first place, there was no one else to do it. In fact, there were several Cheongja distributions that coveted me because of the news that I had defeated Myeongil, but Cheonghwa seemed to have rejected them all.

“… … That’s right.”

Only after hearing what I had to say did Cheonghwa take me to the palace.

The three disciples of Cheonghwa had already heard the news and were outside the palace.

Now that I think about it, I know Myeong-gyeong and Myeong-seong’s Doho, but I don’t know the rest of them. They seem to be around the same age as Myeong-gyeong.

“From the left, they are Myeongseong, Myeonggyeong, and Myeongjin. The distribution is also highest in order of the left.”

“Oh, I see.”

I found out the name of a friend I didn’t know. Actually, the name wasn’t that important. Anyway, I had to call them all death sentences.

“You should call them all death row.”

“Ahem… … .”

When I actually try to call it death penalty, my Adam’s apple starts to tremble.

“Okay, call it death penalty.”

Myeongseong was the representative and showed off his skills. Even Myeongseong, who is the oldest, is seven years younger than me.

“……capital punishment.”

“Louder!”

“capital punishment.”

“I can’t hear you!”

“capital punishment!”

When I shouted, the children who had been given the assignments finally nodded their heads in satisfaction.

“Your distribution is the third of the three major disciples of the famous distribution. You should remember that. When you go out into the world of martial arts, you will have to consider distribution.”

“It’s like asking someone’s age when you’re fighting.”

“That’s right. Now you and these people are brothers. Even though you don’t share blood, you must love and care for each other.”

“all right.”

If I were the older brother, wouldn’t I know? Treat these kids like older brothers. What kind of outrage is this?

However, I know the wisdom of life to get out of this situation. There is a saying in the world of merchants. In this world, if you have a lot of money, you are considered a senior or older.

Even if I am lower than them in terms of distribution, I can still overcome them with my skills.

I won against the head of the Seungryeomun clan, and also against Myeongil, the best in distributing famous people. So, my death sentences go without saying.

… … That’s what I thought.

“Priest. Well, to be honest. I’m really bad at it.”

“That can’t be true. Let’s look again.”

“No. I’ve done it several times. I’m really bad at it. Admit it.”

Myungkyung looked at me with a disappointed face. The pure eyes of a child are more destructive than anything else. I was stabbed and bruised by those eyes, and I was left in tatters.

Even Myeongseong and Myeongjin next to him had disappointed looks on their faces.

Now they were teaching me Tai Chi Chuan. It was the basic martial art of shamans, so even the elder brothers knew it, and there was no need for Cheong Hwa to step forward.

“This is the first time I’ve seen someone so bad at Tai Chi.”

“Tai Chi should be done gently. You shouldn’t move so stiffly.”

“No, when I used swordsmanship, my body was really soft. Why did it suddenly become so hard?”

Myeongseong and Myeongjin seemed to have no understanding at all.

Of course, it is completely different from the Tai Chi that is done to preserve the health of the elderly. That is not a martial art but a form of gymnastics, and the Tai Chi of the shaman was a martial art for fighting.

To be honest, I also felt frustrated. When I held the sword, my body felt light and like I could fly, but as soon as I extended my fist, my body became heavy and I had no idea how to move.

“Tighten your back and then extend your fist like this. That way you will have strength.”

“How do you shrink it?”

“Pull your shoulders back.”

“I collected them.”

“Ah! Get on your knees.”

Myung-kyung was still a little girl, not even five inches tall, so she couldn’t reach my shoulder. It was humiliating to kneel before these young sages, but I couldn’t help it.

As I knelt down, Myeonggyeong’s small hand grabbed my shoulder and threw me backward without mercy.

“Ahh!”

“Bend it like this, like this!”

“I told you not to!”

“Everyone else is doing it, so why can’t you?”

When Myeonggyeong spoke, I suddenly remembered the past. It was something my martial arts master had said to me in my previous life.

―Mukga-ya. No matter how I look at you, you are not a warrior. You don’t have even this much talent as a warrior. Even a beggar rolling around on the street can move his body better than you.

It’s not just him. I was so angry that I invited other teachers, but they were all similar, except for their speech. The point is that I have no talent in martial arts and I don’t know how to use my body.

“And by the way, the second step, the one-handed moon, requires you to move your waist while twisting your feet.”

“That’s what’s happening.”

“The waist moves first. The feet turn, the knees turn, and then the waist moves.”

“That’s what I’m saying.”

“ha…….”

As I live, I hear the sighs of a child ten years older than me.

Yes, I did regress, but my damned talent hasn’t fundamentally changed. Up until now, I’ve just been mistaken in thinking that I had purchased talent from the talent store.

As for the talents I didn’t purchase, I was still the same as I was in my previous life.

“Whew. Priest. Let’s try it again. The movement itself is great. The technique is perfect. But when you unleash the fist, your body goes completely crazy. I’ll show you another demonstration.”

That’s because I have quick movements. If I want to use the fist well, I have to practice like crazy or buy the talent for the martial arts.

I looked at the store without any movement of the mirror with my blurred eyes. I had seen the mirror demonstration at least twenty times now. It wouldn’t change anything even if I saw it again.

[Talent in Martial Arts (Lowest Level) – 7th Grade]

[ Price: 100 nyang of silver ]

Annoyingly, this was a bundled item. Yes, it was a strategy I used a lot when I was a merchant. Bundling items that sold with items that didn’t sell, or bundling unsold items together and selling them at a wholesale price.

Of course, you can’t sell the martial arts, long martial arts, leg martial arts, sleeve martial arts, finger martial arts, claw martial arts, and grab martial arts separately. It’s strange that someone is good at martial arts but not as good at claw martial arts. That’s why they’re sold together, at a price of one hundred nyang. Sword talent costs ten nyang.

‘Are you going to work hard or earn money to buy your talent?’

I have two choices. My choice is to buy it without even looking at it.

Everyone has their own clothes that fit them. I have a talent for making money, and I had to use it. There is nothing more difficult and miserable than holding on to a talent that you don’t have.

“Try it again, priest.”

Myung-kyung, who had finished the demonstration, spoke out of breath. But my answer was firm. Even if I tried more here, it would be completely useless if I hadn’t purchased any talent.

“I’m going to rest today.”

“What? No. You have to rest while you’re still making some progress.”

“It won’t work even if I do it now anyway.”

“… … Are you giving up?”

Myung-kyung looked up at me. The disappointment, sadness, pity, betrayal, and self-reproach mixed in her eyes stabbed me mercilessly.

Myungkyung collapsed to the floor. Her expression as she stared helplessly at the ground was so desolate that she looked like someone who had suffered a loss.

“Because he was my direct priest, he taught me really diligently… … .”

“Myungkyung, that’s enough.”

Myeongseong and Myeongjin, who had been watching, came and consoled Myeonggyeong. And as a bonus, they glared at me.

“That may be true. Even if you have talent, it’s up to you to work hard.”

“I guess I didn’t teach you properly. Death penalty.”

“No. You did your best.”

I feel like a total piece of trash when I receive the reproachful gaze of the two little ones. But what can I do? It’s not that I can’t do it because I don’t want to.

I scratched my head and approached Myeong-gyeong.

“Excuse me. I’ll practice some more.”

“If you can’t do this even when I look after you, how can you do it alone? Priest?”

In the meantime, the youngest, Myeongjin, also said something. She was originally a quiet child, so I didn’t really listen to her voice, but it was even more shocking when she said something like that.

“No, Father. Don’t do that. Father Whiyoung worked hard. I know that.”

“That doesn’t make sense. You’re so good at using the sword, but you’re so bad at martial arts. That’s blatant negligence.”

“Father Hui-yeong is a good person. There’s no way that could happen. Right?”

Looking at Myeong-gyeong’s eyes filled with sorrow, I feel a strong sense of guilt.

“Honestly, I don’t know if he was kind… … but he tried hard.”

“Yeah. I know.”

“I feel like I’m harassing the prisoners too much. They need time for personal training too.”

“Excuses.”

Myungsung blurted out. It seems that among the executioners, I have already become trash.

A piece of trash who has talent but doesn’t put in the effort. Even though I’m teaching him with all my heart and soul. Even I really don’t like him.

First, I appeased the Mingja distribution death penalty. Mingjing went to do personal training only after I repeatedly promised her that I would practice Tai Chi alone.

Left alone, I had to think again. Becoming a shaman’s official disciple was definitely an opportunity. The rise in martial arts and the thrill of victory that I had never felt in my previous life were thrilling. If I learned martial arts from a shaman, I would probably not get stabbed to death like I did in my previous life.

‘But it can’t just be inside a shaman’s house.’

It is not my wish to only learn martial arts within a shamanic sect. Isn’t that why I refused to become a disciple of the main sect?

Even in order to buy talent, it was inevitable that money had to be earned.

Crucially, I was a merchant. That statement needed no excuse or justification.

When I came to a conclusion in my mind, I immediately looked for Cheonghwa. However, there was no need to look for her. When I went to the palace, Cheonghwa was waiting for me.

“True man.”

As I sat down, Cheonghwa glared at me.

“Why am I a true person?”

“yes?”

“You should call him Master.”

“Ah. That’s right. I’m sorry, Master.”

Cheonghwa’s expression softened slightly at the mention of “my teacher.” Is the title really that important?

“You are now my disciple. That means you have become a mirror that reflects me.”

“I need to be more careful about my behavior from now on.”

“No. Behavior isn’t something you can just be careful about. You need to change from the root. Not only your martial arts skills, but your speech and attitude need to change like a warrior.”

I was dumbfounded when I suddenly heard words that denied my fundamental existence.

“I heard from the kids today that they did a rough Tai Chi training.”

“Yes? No. I tried hard.”

“Ugh.”

“… … ?”

“If that’s what the teacher says, then that’s what it is. Why are you talking back like that? That’s what I’m saying. You need to fix that first.”

It seemed like Cheonghwa had really made up her mind today. But I felt wronged. What can I do when my body really can’t keep up?

“You are very talented, but you shouldn’t have that kind of attitude. When you were a lay disciple, I taught you the Three Powers, so didn’t you deliberately protest?”

“What are you talking about? I was really sleepy so I slept. I think it was my fault.”

“Ss …

“… … .”

“Ss …

“……sorry.”

This isn’t even about bowing down to receive an apology, it’s like receiving an apology by hitting someone on the back of the head.

“Do well from now on. I will be watching over you.”

Cheonghwa tried to get up after saying that, but she couldn’t just say what she wanted to say and leave.

“Master.”

“why.”

“I have something to say.”

“What is it?”

“I’ll just leave the main office for a bit.”

At my words, Cheonghwa’s expression turned sour.