◈ Episode 3. You guys are full
Jinmu-rip walked quietly through the bamboo forest.
Like the soft moonlight penetrating through the bamboo forest, the extreme yin energy dormant within Jinmu Rip’s body began to expand.
With the help of the divine medicine and the Cheon Yang Shin Dan, he was able to escape the curse of the Cheon Eum Ji Body, but it was not the end.
As his body grew and his yang energy as a man grew stronger, the yin energy of the Heavenly Yin Body also grew bigger, saying it would not back down.
His master used the Great Technique of Sealing the Body and Spirit to limit the unstable internal energy of Jinmu Lip.
The day the seal is released is the moment when the growth of the flesh stops.
Jinmu Rip had been desperately hoping for that day to come, but somehow, even today, when he was twenty-seven, he had still grown slightly in height.
‘You should never show off your martial arts skills until you are perfect. That’s the world we live in now.’
This is what I heard when I returned after subduing the Yellow River Dragon King.
When I think about the martial arts I have learned, I understand well what my master’s words mean.
Jinmu-rip, who had been walking while imagining his master’s face in his head, came to his senses and found himself in front of a small open space he had never been to before.
There were passengers in the empty space soaked in the moonlight.
A young man with a sharp expression and a face as red as juniper was leaning against a bamboo tree, holding a bottle of liquor in his hand.
“You know the tricks of the trade.”
The young man glanced at the voice and turned his head again.
“What is going on here?”
I know Jinmu-rip because I see him studying engineering.
He was wearing the military uniform that was only given to the Taesangrimju and his family, so there was no way he wouldn’t know.
However, the man did not even look at her face, let alone show his courtesy.
Of course, Jinmu Rip was not the type of person to be concerned about such things.
“What is your name?”
“Waiting for summer.”
“Jewish.”
Jinmu-rip, who was chewing on his name, asked.
“What affiliation do you have?”
“The Sixth Division of the Ink Swords, General Pyeongdaewon.”
“What are you doing here at this hour?”
“I’m spending my last night as an unmanned person.”
“Last night?”
“I must leave since I am no longer able to hold a sword. Who would welcome someone who only eats rice like a sack of barley that has been left lying around?”
“What a stinging comment.”
It felt like a reference to myself.
Some people, including the Rimju family, welcomed him, but most people’s gaze was no different from that of Ugasan, the head of the Oerimwonju.
Yu Dae-ha, who was well aware of such gaze, turned his head away to avoid Jin Mu-rip.
“I didn’t say that to you.”
“I know. Can I have a sip of that drink?”
As Yudae’s arm moved slightly, the bottle left his hand and floated into the air, approaching Jinmu-rip.
Jinmu Rip could tell from his sophisticated techniques that were not easily seen that he was not an ordinary person.
Jinmu-rip asked after taking a sip of alcohol.
“There seems to be no problem with my limbs, body, or psychic abilities, so what does it mean that I can’t hold a sword?”
“What color does that look like to you?”
There was a bright moon where Judae’s index finger was pointing.
“Yellow.”
“It looks gray to me.”
A colorless world. That is the world of Judaea.
“Did that cause you to make a mistake on your mission?”
A strange sight appeared in Yudaeha’s eyes as he turned his head. This was because Jinmurip had read his past from just a few words.
Yoo Dae-ha, who had been staring at Jin Mu-rip as if he was surprised, accepted the bottle of alcohol he offered and nodded.
“Although Madorim had shrunk as much as it could, not all of the Sacheon branches had disappeared. As close as there was, there was a Musan County branch a day’s drive to the east.”
“Was there?”
“I got rid of it.”
A year ago in the fall, Madorim received intelligence that an unidentified group was targeting the Musan branch.
Ten unmanned soldiers, led by Judae, were dispatched to guard the branch, and a battle was fought in the pitch-black night.
The battle is between the ages of 18 and 19.
However, coincidentally, both the friendly and enemy forces were wearing similar types of military uniforms, and in the midst of the melee, three of his comrades were seriously wounded by Yudae’s sword.
In the end, Madorim retreated without being able to protect the branch.
From then on, whenever he stood in front of the enemy, he would recall that day and was unable to swing his sword.
From that day on, he went from being a promising young master of the Sacheon martial arts world to a fallen genius, and suffered the humiliation of being demoted from the youngest master of the Mukgeom to a commoner in the shortest amount of time.
“If only the moon had been as bright that day as it is today······.”
There was deep regret in his gloomy voice.
He poured the remaining alcohol into his mouth and stood up.
“Although the power of this rim is incomparable to that of the past, if you are the young prince of Madorim, at least in Junggyeong, no one will be able to treat you lightly. I wish you good luck.”
Jinmu-rip’s voice grabbed Yu Dae-ha’s foot as he turned around.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to leave because this is not my place. I think I’ll go somewhere quiet in the countryside and do some farming.”
Having talent is a double-edged sword.
You are subject to the expectations of those around you, but if you fail to live up to those expectations even a little, those expectations turn into criticism.
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Rather than holding on like this, Yudae-ha thought that just leaving was the only way to preserve her last bit of pride.
Jinmu-rip noticed his thoughts and said.
“Just wait.”
When Jinmu-rip’s hand, which had come close in an instant, tried to touch the scabbard, Yu Dae-ha flinched and hurriedly turned his waist.
“What are you doing?”
Jinmu-rip smiled brightly.
“What kind of farming do you plan on doing when you can’t even give up the basics of being an unmanned person?”
“It’s just a habit······.”
“Stop talking nonsense and just hand me the sword.”
Yudae, who had been looking at him with discontent, obediently handed over the sword.
Soon, with a rustling sound, a sword shining in the moonlight was pulled out.
‘The guy who threw away his sword has done a really good job managing it.’
The sword, which was maintained as if it were new, still had the foolishness of the Jewish people intact.
“Is this the pride of an unmanned vehicle?”
This is not only true for Jews.
Most of the young warriors of Madorim were similar.
‘Your family is falling apart, but you still have pride left?’
Jinmu-rip didn’t like that.
Jinmu Rip, who had handed over the sword as if entrusting it to him, took a bold step forward.
“Follow me.”
“I tell you again, I’m leaving here.”
Jinmu-rip turned around and met Yoo Dae-ha’s eyes.
“I will make room for you.”
***
With a face that was unfamiliar to me, I followed Jinmu-rip out of Madorim.
It was late at night, but it was a pity to fall asleep like this. The night on Chungking Avenue was still awake.
Jin Mu-rip, accompanied by Yu Dae-ha, walked and grasped the situation in Jung-gyeong.
“The inner city of Chongqing is connected by two main streets in the shape of the number ten to the four city gates in the east, west, south, and north. All the streets are connected like a spider web centered on the main street. Among these, the area managed by this forest is Dongbuk-ro.”
“What about the other three?”
“Before the Great War, it is said that three districts were managed by the main rim, and the remaining one was left for the nearby breakwaters to eat and live off of. Now, the two southern districts are managed by the Daegeommun, and the remaining one is shared by the breakwaters that cooperate with the Daegeommun.”
It costs a lot of money to run a martial arts school.
The Grand Inspectorate was pressuring Madorim by tightening its grip on Chongqing’s purse strings to prevent unnecessary power consumption.
“Is one of them a wire cage?”
“yes.”
Jinmu-rip snickered.
Because Woogasan noticed from the beginning that he didn’t think he could do this job.
“If you hit the wire fence, will the main gate open?”
“It won’t be easy to move. The reason the Great Swordsman doesn’t attack Madorim is because the Moon Lord’s ambition is so great that he wants to take over Sacheon. If they fight us, their losses will not be small. However, if there is a clear justification, they may come forward.”
“What if I fight the Grand Inspectorate?”
Judas spoke cautiously.
“Definitely a loss.”
As a Madorim with a long history, the number of experts was equal, but the overall power was inferior.
Jinmu-rip exhaled softly and muttered to himself.
“Then we must not give them an excuse to move.”
“What are you trying to do?”
“I’ve had enough of looking around the streets. Take me to the guest house. I need a drink.”
Cheongha Guesthouse is a guesthouse in the iron fence located on Seobuk-ro. Yudae felt a strange sense of unease.
“That’s the wire fence area.”
Jinmu-rip said with a grin.
“Now it will become Jinmu-rip’s territory.”
***
The guest house on the northwest road.
As the closing time of the business approached, the nearby wire mesh workers gathered in one place.
“The fool who came to visit me as the little prince of Madorim said he was more handsome than me?”
“This kid has no mirror and no conscience.”
“That damn bastard······. So you learned martial arts? I heard your mother was quite famous in Sacheon at one point?”
“At that time, there was no one in Sacheon who didn’t know him. He ran away from home because of an incurable disease called Cheon-eum… I think he got married in Shanxi. They say that this guy, So-gong-ja, had ten years of experience and learned self-defense.”
Jin Mu-rip and Yoo Dae-ha, who had changed their clothes, arrived in front of the guest house while their voices from drinking were leaking out.
“It’s a mission. I will give orders.”
Judaea’s face was distorted.
“Your Highness. Didn’t you hear me earlier? I will no longer be able to….”
“Listen until the end.”
The moment Jinmu-rip’s narrowed eyes met Yudae’s, he almost drew his sword as if he had the illusion that a wild beast had appeared before his eyes.
‘What is this?’
The strange look in his eyes had disappeared, but it was from this moment on that Judae’s back began to get damp.
Jinmu-rip said with a grin.
“There will be a little commotion inside. Wait outside and come in once things are sorted out. You won’t have to fight.”
“Are you saying you want to go in alone?”
Considering the known abilities of the minor characters, this is absurd.
But Jinmu-rip spoke firmly.
“Never. Never come in the middle.”
He wanted to ask something, but Jinmu-rip’s hand was already opening the guest room door.
“Are you ready to eat?”
When a man with cool features and a handsome appearance appeared, everyone’s eyes were drawn to him.
Jeomsoi, who had come running in one go, bowed her head deeply.
“Since the owner has come home from work, there is nothing left to do but eat some vegetables.”
“That’s fine. Just bring me some alcohol.”
“yes.”
As Jeom So-i entered the kitchen, Jin Mu-rip boldly sat down next to Cheol Sa-bang-do.
One of the men looked Jinmu-rip up and down and said.
“I haven’t seen that face around here before.”
“What if it’s a face I’ve seen before?”
The man was left speechless by Jinmu-rip’s unexpected words.
“Get that unappetizing face off.”
As soon as those words were spoken, a dozen or so iron guards rose up like a swarm of bees.
“This kid dares to know who we are······.”
Jinmu-rip, who was smiling, got up from his seat.
“Would it be different if you knew?”
A man with a particularly ferocious face, Chilbo, glared and raised a club.
“I guess he needs to taste every flavor before he comes to his senses.”
Jinmu-rip looked at the men surrounding him from left to right and slowly clenched his fists.
“Yes. That’s right. Isn’t this the way of the Black Sword?”
I observed the inn, trying to figure out the meaning of the words left behind by Jinmu-rip, who was hiding in the shadows of the alley.
‘Come in when you’re done cleaning up?’
At that moment, a dull thud and a scream erupted from the guest room.
“Kwaaak!”
The guest house was thrown into an uproar as the sound of internal objects breaking could be heard loudly.
“Kill him!”
Judaea’s ears perked up.
‘At least ten people.’
Although the Iron Fist is called the Black Fist, it is not a simple gang of thugs. It is a Black Fist that has mastered martial arts.
I recalled the look in his eyes before I entered the inn where I was trying to help Jinmu Rip.
‘There’s definitely something about this guy.’
The gaze that made him cringe for a moment was definitely not that of the criminal.
Yu Dae-ha, recalling Jin Mu-rip’s words, calmly waited for the commotion to die down.
After about an hour, the inn seemed to have become quiet, and then a bloody man burst through the door and fell to the ground.
“Is it over?”
I pushed open the broken door of the guest house, past the bloody barbed wire, and went in.
“Small-scale······ Okay?”
Judaeha’s eyes shook violently.
The eleven men standing there grumbling were all wearing iron bars. Jin Mu-rip was nowhere to be found.
“What is this?”
“Isn’t that kid a Madorim insect that can’t even fight and just eats food?”
As the eyes of the iron guards turned toward Judae, a labored voice was heard from behind him.
“Here it is. Here it is.”
The bloody man who had passed by thinking he was a wire fencer who slowly turned his head was Jin Mu-rip.
“Little prince!”
He came forward as if he was going to clean up on his own, but he ended up being cleaned up himself.
If this spreads to Chongqing, it will be a great embarrassment. When Yu Dao-ha looked at him in disbelief, Jin Mu-rip smirked with a face that was dark red and bruised.
“Even the Supreme Prosecutor’s Office won’t be able to intervene.”
The monologue that Jinmu-rip had muttered to himself a little while ago came to mind.
‘Then I shouldn’t give them a reason to move.’
All the wire fences are intact.
I just got hit, but the checkpoint doesn’t move.
Although Madorim’s power is not what it used to be, it is not to the extent that Cheolsabang dares to look down on him.
If you negotiate well, you might be able to get something.
But isn’t this method too humiliating?
‘Is this guy in his right mind?’
Jinmu-rip muttered as if he had read Yu Dae-ha’s thoughts.
“You guys are full. Do you have any pride left when you’re on the edge? You filthy little shit.”
As Yu Dae-ha, with his eyebrows furrowed, tried to understand Jin Mu-rip’s meaning, the sound of a steel sword being struck from behind him broke his thoughts.
“What did you just say?”
Yoo Dae-ha turned his head and said.
“Do you know who you guys are messing with right now?”
“Are you sure the little prince you’re talking about is that little prince?”
“Yes. This person is the son of the main lord.”
The moment the expressions of the iron guards hardened, a dozen or so unmanned soldiers wearing the mark of Madorim appeared in front of the guest house.
Woogasan, the head of the outer circle who had been keeping an eye on Jinmu Rip, had brought soldiers to prepare for an emergency when he left Madorim with only Yuda Haman, who could not fight.
Woo Ga-san, the leader of the Oerimwonju, was shocked when he saw Jin Mu-rip lying on the ground.
“Little prince!”
Jinmu-rip, who saw Mt. Uga, lay down and muttered.
“Perfect.”
