◈ Episode 7. To me, martial arts is survival.
The bundle sent by Jinmu-rip contained cotton for the quilt.
Yuk Mu-bong tilted his head.
“Why are you doing this to me?”
No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t figure out why he had sent me something like this.
***
Under the instructions of Jinmu-rip, who was in bondage, he visited the iron fence every other day.
Carrying a meaningless gift.
There was even an incident where Jinmu-rip personally went to the iron bar and drank heavily.
After trying to figure out his intentions for several days, Yuk Mu-bong ran into the Muhwabangju Chu Gwang-do on the street.
“It looks like my liver is sticking out of my stomach.”
As Chugwangdo’s stray eyes curved in a curved line, Yukmu-bong’s eyebrows twitched.
“What does that mean?”
“The rumors are spreading like wildfire on Seobuk-ro. Are you going to pretend not to know?”
“rumor?”
“There’s a rumor that Cheolsabang joined hands with Madorim. I’d be happy if you came out like that.”
Yuk Mu-bong, who had been staring blankly at Chugwangdo, only then realized Jin Mu-rip’s intentions.
“Wh, what the hell are you talking about? I’ve never laid a hand on Madorim!”
“Really? Well, it doesn’t matter.”
Chugwangdo turned around and smiled bitterly.
‘Because I can make it true.’
The person who started the rumor was none other than Chu Gwang-do himself.
***
Yu Dae-ha sat in front of Jin Mu-rip, who was sitting in the corner of the guest room with his eyes closed.
After a few days of searching the wire room for meaningless objects, Yudae was starting to get bored.
“Do I have to go to the wire room today too?”
“No. You don’t have to go today. It’s almost time to come.”
“I’m here.”
“okay?”
When Jinmu-rip opened his eyes, his gaze landed on the iron ark Yukmu-bong, which had come in with a grunt.
Jinmu-rip said with a trembling face.
“He wasn’t waiting for me.”
Yuk Mu-bong shouted.
“Jinmurip!”
“Well, it was about time for that guy to come.”
Jinmu-rip ignored him and shouted toward the kitchen.
“Hey, boss! A guest has arrived. Bring me some drinks!”
The voice of the sergeant was heard from inside.
“yes!”
Jinmu Rip’s calm attitude made Yuk Mu Bong angry.
“Who is the guest!”
“Our Yukbangju’s face is so red that he could easily collapse. Come and sit down.”
Jin Mu-rip, who smiled brightly, personally pulled out Yuk Mu-bong’s chair.
“I kicked the table loudly,” said Yuk Moo-bong.
“Do you know why I came looking for you?”
“Didn’t you come here to have a drink with me?”
Yuk Mu-bong, his eyes wide open, clenched his fists.
“You really think of me as a pawn. How dare you slander me with such a scheme? I’ll show you how scary a person this Yuk Mu-bong is.”
The situation is different from a few days ago when there was no justification.
Now that he had learned of Jinmu Rip’s scheme, Yuk Mu-bong thought that this was the only way to avoid falling into the Daegeommun’s wrath.
“Is there no room for conversation?”
“does not exist.”
“You don’t even drink alcohol?”
“I came to break your head with a bottle of alcohol.”
Jin Mu-rip nodded at Yuk Mu-bong’s firm attitude and said.
“Then there’s nothing I can do. Your Majesty.”
“yes.”
Yu Dae-ha, who sensed that it was his turn to step forward, stood up with his sword in his hand, but Jin Mu-rip’s subsequent words derailed his thoughts.
“Close the door. Make sure no one comes out without my permission.”
“Little Prince?”
Jinmu-rip then called Adan.
“Business ends here for today. Lock the windows and stay out of the kitchen.”
Adan swallowed hard and nodded, quickly closing the window.
When Jinmu Rip came forward, swinging his fists as if he was about to fight, Yuk Mu-bong snickered.
“You can’t even handle eleven of my subordinates, so you want to try it with me?”
“What are you trying to do when you’re just wiping the shit out of the Grand Inspection Gate? You idiot.”
Yuk Mu-bong looked at Jin Mu-rip’s bold provocation as if it was absurd.
“what?”
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“Give up the thought of running away.”
Jinmu-rip’s eyes shone coldly.
“I won’t hit you in the face.”
The moment he finished speaking, the man standing inside the door doubted his own eyes.
The new form of Jinmu-rip, which had disappeared as if it were going to disappear, appeared right in front of Yuk Mu-bong’s nose.
‘I missed the move?’
Even though I couldn’t fight enemies like I used to, what I had trained for didn’t disappear.
To Yoo Dae-ha, who was more confident than anyone else in his eye strength, Jin Mu-rip’s movements were nothing but astonishment.
At that moment, with a loud thud, Yuk Mu-bong’s upper body, which had not even been able to react, snapped like a scythe.
“Ugh!”
A bitter smile appeared on Jinmu-rip’s lips.
“Does it feel real?”
The pain of the six-strike was painful, but the surprise was even greater, because it allowed him to strike an opponent he had underestimated.
Yuk Mu-bong gritted his teeth and tried to counterattack, but Jin Mu-rip disappeared from sight in an instant.
A voice colder than ice rang in Yuk Mu-bong’s ear as he turned his head in a hurry.
“Don’t scream. If your screams go outside the inn, I’ll kill everything alive in the wire cage.”
As soon as the eerie warning ended, Yuk Moo-bong’s back broke.
“Ugh.”
As the one-sided beating began, I found myself trembling without realizing it.
‘Except for Bonrim and Daegeommun, Yuk Mu-bong is one of the strongest men in Junggyeong. How can someone like that not even think about counterattacking?’
Jinmu Rip is known to have only ten years of experience in simple self-defense.
However, the movements of Jinmu-rip that were shown before my eyes were more agile and sharp than any master I had seen in Madorim.
‘If that’s self-defense, it’s the best self-defense technique in the world.’
Everyone in Judea realized that they had been deceived by Jinmu-rip.
Yuk Mu-bong, who had been struggling to fight back somehow, had no choice but to accept reality after Il-da-gyeong passed.
‘What the hell is this case!’
The attack didn’t seem to have any history.
The fact that he would lose consciousness for a moment even when hit in a place other than his head was proof of how fierce Jinmu-rip’s attacks were.
After a while, Yuk Mu-bong finally couldn’t bear the pain and opened his mouth.
“Ugh!”
Jinmu-rip finally stopped beating him as a fairly loud groan escaped him.
“Jewish.”
“······yes.”
“Keep a close eye on this kid.”
“Where are you going?”
“You disobeyed my orders, so I’ll have to erase the wire fence.”
Judaeha’s shoulders trembled.
‘This guy is serious.’
The creepy murderous intent in Jinmu-rip’s voice was something Yu Dae-ha had never experienced before.
As Jinmu Rip turned around without a moment’s hesitation, Yuk Mu-bong, who had been writhing on the floor, grabbed the hem of his trousers in a hurry.
“I, I lost. Please, the wire cage······.”
What was in Yuk Mu-bong’s eyes was an indescribable fear.
Even Yuda carefully watched how pitiful the sight was.
“Your Majesty. The screams weren’t loud enough to be heard outside the guest house.”
Jin Mu-rip, who had been rubbing his chin for a moment, sat down on his chair as if nothing had happened.
“Then let’s leave the wire cage alone for a while.”
Yuk Mu-bong felt relieved, like someone who had grabbed a rope just before falling into the fires of hell.
“Thank you······ cow.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Yuk Mu-bong lost consciousness.
“Adan. Bring me a bottle of alcohol.”
Adan, who had been watching anxiously through the slightly open door with his assistant, flinched and shouted.
“yes!”
Soon after, when Adan came with alcohol and Bugyo brought some simple snacks, Jinmu-rip smiled and said.
“You haven’t seen anything today.”
The two people who caught a glimpse of the madness in the smile nodded reflexively.
“Oh, of course.”
“I will keep my mouth shut even if a knife is put to my neck.”
“If the knife comes, think again. It’s not worth risking your life.”
“All right.”
As the two returned to the kitchen after setting the table, Jinmu-rip called Yoo Dae-ha.
“Go to Songhwaru and borrow musicians and gisaengs from the governor.”
“Little Prince.”
“What is it?”
I couldn’t help but ask Judaea.
“Is the little prince a bad person?”
It was difficult to understand why they would seek out gisaengs and musicians in this situation, along with the threat of clearing out the wire without a second thought.
Jinmu Lip said.
“I envy you.”
“What does that mean?”
“Martial arts are tools of murder. Unmanned people are weapons of murder. In a martial arts world where such dangerous people abound, only the well-fed can discuss good and evil.”
While Yudae-ha was searching for words, Jinmu-rip continued speaking.
“There are people who have been chased and lived in hiding their entire lives because they learned the same martial arts as those damned bastards. Have you ever seen the eyes of a child trembling in a cave where not a single ray of light enters?”
Jinmu-rip, who had been muttering incomprehensible words, poured the full glass of alcohol into his mouth.
“Good or evil, if you die, it’s all useless. To me, martial arts is about survival.”
A voice filled with a strange bitterness. Yudae couldn’t bring herself to answer.
‘What kind of life has this person lived?’
The more I look, the more I don’t understand.
What is certain is that Jinmu Rip did not live the life of an ordinary hunter.
He quietly turned around, placed his hand on the guest room door, and spoke softly.
“I’m going to Songhwaru.”
***
When the court lady, who was famous for paying close attention to even the smallest details, handed over the musician and the gisaeng without a word, Yu Dae-ha asked.
“Your Majesty.”
“Why are you doing that?”
“What kind of person is the little prince?”
Guan Chugeol’s eyebrows furrowed.
“That’s what I wanted to ask. Are you, the one who serves me, asking me?”
“Today······. No.”
Yudae, who was about to tell what had happened earlier, thought back to Jinmu-rip’s words telling her to keep quiet, and closed her mouth.
“It’s a bit bland. I hear you’ve been going to the wire room a lot lately?”
“Has the rumor spread this far?”
“The Muhwabangdo are going around talking in all directions. I guess they’re hoping it will reach the ears of the Grand Inspector General.”
“Doesn’t even the Grand Inspectorate know that this is a case of slander?”
The girl with the sly grinned.
“Doesn’t the young prince know what you know? Perhaps the young prince wouldn’t think that they don’t know.”
“If you knew that I would notice, why did you resort to such trickery?”
“I don’t know about that.”
The expression on Guan Cho-geol’s face became cautious as he shook his head.
“But by the way, I have a feeling that the little prince is a bit of a scary person.”
“no.”
“Do you think differently?”
He lowered his voice, recalling Jinmu-rip’s murderous intent.
“He is a much scarier person.”
***
Returning to the guest house, Yu Dae-ha could see Jin Mu-rip and Yuk Mu-bong sitting awkwardly across from each other.
Jinmu Rip interrupted his conversation as soon as the door to the guest room opened.
“Smile.”
The fear engraved deep in his mind gave Yuk Mu-bong no other choice.
“Yes, yes. I understand. Hahaha!”
Jinmu-rip got up from his seat and welcomed the musicians and gisaengs with open arms.
“Come on in. The banquet is about to begin.”
At that moment, the headmaster and Adan brought out a table full of dishes.
“You guys, sit down too. Business is over for today.”
Adan, who had just recovered from the fear from earlier, cautiously looked around and asked.
“Is that okay?”
Jinmu Rip sat down with his hands on the shoulders of the two people.
“If not now, then when will we have the chance to play?”
I thought while looking at the Jewish Jinmu-rip.
‘At times like this, he seems like the most generous person alive.’
Jinmu-rip was smiling brightly, as if he was a different person than he had been just a moment ago.
When everyone was seated, Jinmu-rip turned his head and shouted.
“Musician. Begin!”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
As the musicians began to play, beautiful women began to dance to the music.
The music flowing out of the door reached the ears of the warriors hiding around the inn.
Their minds became complicated at the sound of Yuk Mu-bong’s laughter that could be heard occasionally.
‘Is it really true that Cheolsabang held Madorim’s hand?’
No matter how I think about it, choosing Madorim over the Grand Inspectorate is crazy.
The power of the Great Sword was that fearsome.
‘It’s strange that both the Iron Curtain and Madorim are like that. If they were to openly show their greed for the Northwest Road, the Supreme Prosecutor’s Office wouldn’t stay still. How on earth are they going to handle this?’
The difference in power is clear. In addition, most of the nearby small and medium-sized fire departments have joined hands with the Supreme Prosecutor’s Office.
Although the Grand Inspectorate was avoiding an all-out war for fear of losing power, they would not just watch forever, and the man thought that Madorim’s move this time was a bad move.
But contrary to his thoughts, the Grand Inspector General had no time to worry about the northwest road at the moment.
