Surviving as a Cripple in Murim - Surviving as a Cripple in Murim chapter 79

79 – The sum of the tails and heads of the dice is seven (2)

Mancheon picked up one of the fancy swords on display in the forge and slowly admired it.

King of Manbyeongji (萬兵之王).

There is a saying that the spear is the king of all weapons and the best of all weapons, but the sword is also very delicate.

It’s not that fantasy comics, novels, and game characters use swords for no reason.

Somehow, the first martial art I learned was the batting stick method, so I rode the batting and martial arts route, but in a corner of my heart, I always have my own little Ego Sword pretty girl.

Suddenly, Tagu-chan raised his face from the inner world.

‘Mancheon-ah, you say you are a soul mate martial arts? Did you trick me?’

I can hear you say – but I lightly ignore it.

‘Noisy! I’m fed up with your weakness that breaks with even the slightest rough treatment! Going Tagu-chan!!’

Of course, I’m kidding. Tagu-chan is my precious starting martial arts. In terms of Pokemon, it’s Pikachu.

But that doesn’t mean that Jiwoo only uses Pikachu.

Spin the sword with a snap on your wrist.

I have nothing to do for the time being, should I learn some swordplay?

More than one good. The more martial arts, the better.

“Is there anything you like?”

Let’s think like this. Soso approached with a new sword at his waist.

“I was just looking around because I wanted to learn a sword.”

A sword is not simply wielded with an arm. You have to support your body with your lower body and use your strength.

As with all martial arts, the lower body is important.

Mancheon, who was lame enough, wasn’t fit to learn swordsmanship….

Soso’s eyes scan Mancheon’s body.

A well-proportioned torso through training since childhood, a naturally large physique, and strong forearms.

It would be impossible to use a transmutation sword and a hwan sword accompanied by a unique step, but it was a blunt sword that presses and pushes the enemy, and a strong sword.

The form of dual swordsmanship, in which you wield a staff with your right hand and wield a sword with your left hand, was also good.

“Hey… Sima Gongja, if that’s the case, I’ll give you a trick.”

In addition, this was an opportunity for Soso, who had arrived at the Moorim League and no longer had a reason to stick with Mancheon.

Of course, I could have just run away.

It bothered me that he made a selfless proposal to the lifesaver who did his best to fight against the killers who had targeted him not once, but twice.

… No, no!

This is definitely a helpful suggestion for Sima Gongja.

Since Soso had difficulty learning the heavy Namgung’s sword because of his small frame, he wasn’t just teaching it.

I could sympathize with Man-cheon, who is learning martial arts with physical problems.

Also, after the training was over, we were able to get to know each other step by step over a cup of tea. Sometimes, for a change of mood, we went to see flowers together or went on a light outing.

Get in the mood and try holding hands with cows….

Soso’s face momentarily turns red in a happy delusion, then returns.

Anyway, I had the confidence to teach well using my experience-!!

“Even if it looks like this… I am called Namgung Xiaoso, the Sword Dragon. I am confident about my sword.”

That’s why he endures shame and even declares himself to be a famous arm, which he had never done before.

“If you do, that’s fine. My poor brother will take care of me again.”

Manchun was going to ask Soso from the beginning anyway, asking if he could look after his posture when he had time, so he readily accepted the offer without hesitation.

“I- you really learn from me!”

At this, Soso opened her eyes wide, and without realizing it, she lifted her heel and looked up at her mancheon. Find equilibrium soon.

“Ah… that… It is a promise.”

She hurriedly lowered his heels and muttered quietly, blushing slightly on his cheeks.

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Let’s get Tagu-chan’s new body while touring the market with Soso and return to Moorim Meng.

An unexpected person was waiting for me.

A normal face everywhere, a normal physique everywhere.

A friend I’ve been with since I was little, and my father’s pawn.

“… Long live? How are you here?”

“Of course, I came to give you travel funds according to the owner’s order. Are you almost out of money?”

Jang Sam-bung, who secretly escorted from the back at the command of Samabu, thought it was impossible to escort while hiding his identity.

Returning as a friendly servant, he proudly appeared in front of Mancheon.

“Your father sent you?”

When he changed his destination from Jegal Sega to Murimmaeng, he sent a letter to his family telling them not to worry, but he did not know that he would come directly.

Also, my father didn’t like the meeting between me and Gwahae, so I never thought that he would support me by sending money in this way.

“Yes, of course the owner sent it.”

But the most important piece of information, the real reason why Jangsami appeared in front of me, was in the back.

“Ah~ And the master will soon arrive at Moorim with Lady Hwahwa.”

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Jjaak-!

“f*ck around in moderation. You are just one of the many seeds I have planted that have popped out.”

The head of Sima Se family, Sima Lun (司馬倫), arrogantly slaps Sima Bu’s face when he confronts his direct descendant, the son of his concubine.

The young samabu cried and ran away from the tremendous verbal abuse.

“Tsk! Weak guy… What the hell am I going to use that guy for?”

“Only the tail is a bastard.”

“If the mother is humble, a dog is born from a wolf.”

The sound of father’s undeserved tongue-clicking behind and the ridiculing of immediate family pierces the heart.

He returns to his room, his resting place, and opens his diary.

[I am also my father’s child… I’ve heard it’s just a seed. Sad. I will never become a parent like my father]

I put my emotions into the brush and write it down.

[If you’re going to discriminate like this, why did you take her mother as your concubine? I will never have a concubine later. I will only love one woman]

From noble mtl dot com

[I won’t become a person who uses violence against my children just because I don’t like them. I won’t discriminate based on what I eat. I won’t discriminate based on what I wear. Whether you are weak or strong, I will take care of you all the same]

[Child… Caring and loving… I will be a good parent

Tears fall on the diary and the letters smudge. The cheeks are swollen and throbbing.

Knock- Knock-

“Samabu… It’s mother. I’ll go in.”

“Um… Mother….”

… Let’s write down the tear-stained diary alone like that. Samabu’s favorite mother in the world came to visit.

“You can call me Mom. Sama Boo is always my little one.”

Come to me in a cultured way and give me a gentle hug. Pat on the back

“May I ask why you fought?”

“… The doggie bothered me. I tried to dry it. My father hit me.”

Like a mole digging a tunnel, it burrows into its mother’s warm arms. Whisper quietly

“Father… The lord… Because I’m weak… Do you hate it?”

“Samabu is not weak. It is kind.”

Gently lifting her face, I look at my mother, who smiles kindly.

“… Really?”

“Really.”

Digging into mother’s arms once again. For the young Sima Bu, the time spent being spoiled by her mother was a few blissful times in a desolate and cold-hearted home.

… However, before long, even this small happiness was mercilessly trampled on by others.

“This, these guys know who I am! I am the direct descendant of Samase… Gagging!!”

Screams echo throughout the house. Numerous blades cut and stab people’s flesh to harvest their lives.

“Do not leave a single child behind in a man! Kill them all!!”

Those who had been cringing at Sima Lun until yesterday draw their blades and rush at them.

The direct descendants who boasted of having the blood of a noble emperor fall to the ground, bleeding.

Why did this happen? The young samabu didn’t know at all.

But one thing was certain: the world he knew would be shattered.

“Samabu! Come on- change into these clothes!”

The mother, who showed no signs of her usual calmness, hurriedly handed over the girl’s clothes.

“Mother… I am a man… This….”

Is it because of his pride as a man? Or is it because of the memory of being teased for being like a girl? I spat out stupid things that didn’t fit the situation.

Pair-!

She was slapped for the first time by her mother.

“Relax! Now is not the time to argue about that!”

Two powerful, beautiful hands grab Samamabu’s shoulders.

“In the past, Sima Yi, who continued the Suseong War in Ojangwon, countered the provocation by wearing a woman’s dress sent by Zhuge Liang.”

“I played an old man with dementia to avoid being checked by his condolences.”

Looking at the only precious child in the world who can no longer protect.

“The disgrace is temporary. Stay alive. Please survive.”

Sima Bu was speechless at the sound of his mother’s trembling voice.

“That… This is my mother’s wish.”

He simply untied his hair and changed into clothes unfamiliar to the sky. He was weak and that was all he could do.

“There is still one more child of the concubine! Find!!”

“It’s a boy! Kill it!”

She runs away, driven by the horse of an escort warrior who has been following her ever since her mother came to Sama Segae as her concubine.

“Bocchan, are you okay?”

She abandons her favorite mother in the world and runs off alone.

Murim is cruel. If you’re weak, you can’t have anything and you can’t protect it.

She said that if there was one thing her mother, who always told the truth, would tell a lie….

“If you’re going to do it, do it right… Call me lady from now on.”

It was that I was not weak. I was weak. I lost everything because I was weak.

“Okay. Then what is your alias?”

I carefully turn my head on top of the galloping horse and watch the dark red smoke rising toward the sky.

I didn’t have particularly good memories, but that place was Samabu’s house. It was never allowed to be burned by others.

“… Fire.”

Sparks shimmer in Samabu’s deep tan eyes, reminiscent of a beast.

“Hwayah.”

Imprinted in order not to forget the shame.