Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 81



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 81

Mangnani (3)

Immediately after feeding him all the rice balls and pouring water into his mouth to aid digestion.

“Phew.”

After washing his hands with the remaining water, he finally released the blood clot that had been holding him back.

Baekcheon, who was forced to eat food by Ilmok, had a strange expression on his face instead of having a seizure.

It was because the body that had been screaming as if it was going to die became a little more comfortable after receiving some food.

I was wondering why I should live right now, but as I got some sugar in my body, my mind became a little more at ease.

And Baekcheon, who felt comfortable, felt somehow ridiculous and pathetic.

While Baekcheon was feeling complicated, Ilmok, who had finished washing his hands, spoke to him.

“So, you’re saying it’s better to die for making one mistake?”

“okay.”

At Baekcheon’s answer, who had become a little more docile after eating some food, Ilmok swallowed a sigh and asked.

“You don’t understand?”

“You, the smart one, won’t understand. Haven’t you been chosen by the Heavenly Demon and lived your life knowing nothing but success?”

“Could you stop whining? It’s only been a year since I became your disciple.”

“That’s what I’m saying. I’ve already heard of the accomplishments you’ve made in a year. You’ve accomplished things that others wouldn’t be able to achieve even in ten years, so how could you possibly know failure?”

“Ha. I don’t know where you picked that up, but it seems you haven’t heard what I was doing before I became your disciple.”

“???”

Baekcheon made a puzzled expression. In fact, he had never heard of Ilmok’s actions before he became Cheonma’s disciple.

“When I was thirteen, all my relatives died and I became an orphan. Thanks to the kindness of the old innkeeper, I was able to survive by eating snacks for two years.”

“!?”

“Not only that, but thanks to the Master suddenly coming to the inn, the Murim Alliance attacked and even the old owner of the inn died. It’s thanks to the Master’s kindness that I’m still alive here now.”

Of course, it was more like passing a test than being looked at favorably. Because they threatened me with a knife to my neck.

But since bringing up that topic could be seen as badmouthing Cheonma, Ilmok glossed over it.

Because I had no desire to do the Sampo Ilbae together with that guy and memorize the doctrine.

“If what you say is true, I was already a failure in life, so it would have been better for me to just die when I was thirteen. Don’t you think so?”

Baekcheon was momentarily speechless.

I thought he was such a lucky bastard, so I never imagined he would live such an unfortunate life.

“In that sense, aren’t you luckier than me? Unlike me, who was an orphan born in the world, you were born a direct descendant of the five generations of the Shinshu clan.”

In fact, Ichimoku had no particular complaints about the fact that he was a swindler.

If I could just make enough money to live, my dream was to have fun and eat moderately rather than climb to a high position and suffer from overwork.

I just spoke as if the other person felt disadvantaged.

“That’s why I just can’t understand. If you’re a direct descendant of the Five Great Families, you could live comfortably just by doing nothing, so why are you talking about suicide just because you failed once?”

Ilmok asked with sincerity.

If Ichimoku himself had come from a prestigious family, he would have really just practiced moderately and had some fun. That alone would have been enough to live a comfortable life.

Baekcheon, who seemed to be thinking for a moment with his mouth shut, sighed and opened his mouth.

“… Before I entered the Magic Academy, you must have heard that my nickname was Gaemangnani.”

“… I heard it just before the rain.”

When the other person changed his tone to polite speech, Ichimoku responded appropriately. I don’t know why he suddenly switched to talking about Gaemangnanni.

“I mean, ever since I was little, I hated having something taken away from me more than death. Maybe it was because of my brother. Just because he was born a few years before me, I was always compared to him, and good things always went to him first.”

“Hmm… .”

Ilmok nodded his head, making a strange sound.

I don’t know about modern times, but in this era, it was a pretty common story. Even back when I was Seo Ji-hoon, it was something I often saw or heard of when I was young. In any family, taking care of the eldest son first.

“That’s why I threw tantrums and made a fuss when I was little. I wanted attention for myself. I wanted to give back to you what you gave to me.”

“I see.”

“Even when I first entered the Magic Academy, that habit remained, but as my mind grew, my thoughts changed a little. I realized that while that method may bring immediate benefits, it would be detrimental in the long run.”

“So the method you came up with was to achieve great results at the Magic Hall and be recognized by Sega?”

“exactly.”

“indeed….”

Ilmok nodded as if he understood and said his own review.

“The bowl is not even as good as a soy sauce paper.”

“!?”

Baekcheon’s eyes widened as if he was dumbfounded.

Regardless, Ichimoku continued his accusations.

“Although he is a person with a different mindset from the new religion, the ancient sage Confucius said that he set his mind to learning at the age of fifteen. But you are seventeen and all you can think about is getting the approval of the elders in your family. How small-minded you are.”

From the beginning, Ilmok had no intention of comforting or appeasing Baekcheon. He only intended to fix that guy’s mind.

If you always take their side because you feel bad for them, they will become badly behaved. Even if you feel bad for them, you have to scold them when you need to.

Above all, why do you have to comfort your child every day by saying that it is pretty when it is not even your own?

‘I don’t know why I have to scold someone who isn’t even my child.’

While Ilmok was muttering to himself, Baekcheon stepped forward to refute him.

“Are you saying that the work that is now recognized by our Baekga, the Demonic Clan, is ‘just’ something?”

“I know your family is big, but it’s just one family. It’s nothing special in the world, right? No, not to mention the world, even within the Shinsei religion, there are four other families that are similar, and there’s even my teacher who is greater than them.”

“… … .”

Baekcheon, who had been hesitating without being able to find a rebuttal, once again had a gloomy expression on his face.

“That’s why I feel even more like I should die. At best, I haven’t been able to achieve anything that would earn me recognition in a small household. I can’t even dream of something bigger.”

“Stop talking nonsense. Think of Gaozu of Han. Before the last Battle of Haihe, he had lost almost every battle to the overlord of Chu, but in the end, he was the one who unified the country. After all, if you dream of something great, failure is a daily occurrence. It is that difficult. That is why the most important thing is an unwavering spirit, isn’t it?”

“!!!”

Baekcheon looked surprised, as if he had come to some realization.

Now that he was starting to feel like he could have a conversation, Ichimoku broke away from the shock therapy and gave him some sincere advice.

“So first, before you set big goals, look back at yourself.”

“Speaking of yourself?”

“Yes. If you want to set a big goal, you must first know what you truly want to do and what you like the most, right?”

Ilmok also looked back on himself, had great ambitions, and continued to have an unwavering spirit.

The grand idea is to just eat and play moderately.

Although he was always harassed by the teacher and Jin Ha-yeon, his heart was still not broken.

Ilmok continued to give sincere advice.

“To put it bluntly, if the adults of Sega acknowledge you, you will die if they tell you to. No, right? So, think about who Baekcheon you think you are, not the Baekcheon that others see.”

No matter what others said, his desire to eat and play never changed. That was his true nature.

“Since I’ll be doing the Sampo Ilbae for a while anyway, I have time left, right?”

Even after Ilmok finished speaking, Baekcheon remained silent for a while.

It wasn’t that he was ignoring Ichimoku’s words. He was just organizing Ichimoku’s words in his head with a blank expression.

And Baekcheon, whose eyes had become clearer after finishing organizing things to some extent, spoke cautiously.

“I understand what Confucius said. However, I really don’t know if I can recover. Can I, who has spoken disrespectfully to Heavenly Demon, really carry out my intentions?”

“Tsk. You still don’t understand. If your intentions are firm, then what others think doesn’t matter. Also, I forgave the person who cursed at me, so what does it matter what other people think?”

“!!!”

For a moment, Il-mok looked moved by the word ‘forgiveness’ that he uttered.

Baekcheon asked with a face full of anticipation, perhaps out of curiosity.

“Then, what was the great idea that Confucius had?”

Ilmok thought. No matter what, if he answered something like ‘rich unemployed person’ here, all the things he said earlier would go down the drain.

So after thinking about it for a while, a good answer came to mind.

“I will personally take revenge on the innkeeper who took me in and raised me for two years. I heard from my master that this was done under the leadership of the Biryongakju.”

“her….”

Baekcheon looked at Ilmok again with a surprised expression.

Baekcheon, a direct descendant of Baekga, knew that Biryonggakju was one of the most important figures in the Murim Alliance.

To think that I would kill that dragon with my own hands.

“So that’s why you were able to reach such a high level in just one year! I can’t even imagine how much harsh training you must have endured for revenge.”

Ichimoku smiled awkwardly at his compliment.

‘He, he just trained to survive?’

It was because of a friendly swindler who threatened to cut off his balls if he failed to get in.

In addition, the kind teacher who kept forcing ‘real-life-like martial arts’ and drove him to the brink of death, perhaps mistaking Ichimoku for a super-skilled person, also played a big role.

But Baekcheon spoke with a heavy face, perhaps taking Ilmok’s awkward smile as humility.

“I have not yet decided on my grand plan, but I promise you this one thing. Whatever my plan may be, I will risk my life to help Confucius avenge himself.”

“Ahem. Thank you for even just saying that.”

“Just words, that’s ridiculous! I mean it!”

It was a sight that gave me goosebumps when the person suddenly changed and shouted seriously with clear eyes.

“Ahem. Oh, I understand. So for now, you should go back and rest. Then, while you’re receiving the remaining punishment, take good care of yourself.”

“I will do so.”

“Please take care of your diet. If your body is damaged, your mind will also be damaged.”

After saying that, Ichimoku quickly spread his wings and left the place.

“… … .”

Baekcheon looked in the direction Ilmok had left for a while without saying a word, with clear eyes.

“I will not forget this favor.”

He immediately grabbed the lottery ticket from the air and returned to the Black Tiger Hall.

* * *

Early the next morning.

Baekcheon, who headed to the restaurant with the weather as usual, took a large scoop of rice and started stuffing it into his mouth, unlike usual.

To gain the stamina to endure the punishment he is receiving.

As he watched him eat the rice heaped up, he heard the officials chattering behind him, but Baekcheon paid no attention.

‘Other people’s opinions don’t matter.’

He was recalling what he had heard from the youngest son the previous night.

‘What do I really want to do?’

While he was walking around the training ground and repeating the three-step bow, only that topic was lingering in his mind.

As Ilmok had intended, it could be seen that he had successfully reformed his ways.

‘Yes. What I really liked wasn’t the approval of others.’

There is only one thing to note. There was something I overlooked.

‘I didn’t want to push my brother away and become the head of the household.’

This is the Magic Academy that trains talents for the Heavenly Demon Sect. And the talents of the Magic Academy are all trained in magic.

And the side effect of the Baekhwamagong (百華魔功) learned by Baekcheon, a direct descendant of Baekga, is this.

‘Attention! I just liked being the center of attention!’

It was a disease of interest.

‘When I was young, I was jealous of my older brother, it was just because I was jealous of the attention he got!’

Baekhwamagong is literally a magic that uses various objects to bloom a hundred different flowers. That is why it is specialized in dark techniques.

In the Central Plains, there was a Sacheondang family that was famous for its secret weapons, just like Baekga. However, unlike Sacheondang family, which was famous for its poisons in addition to its secret weapons, Baekga did not use poisons at all.

The reason was simple.

Because using poison isn’t flashy.

The reason why Baekga is called Baek-eun-baekga is also because of the ideology of the first head of Baekga.

Flowers are most beautiful when they bloom. That is why they believed that the true art was to bloom flowers all at once while hiding various secrets.

‘Yes. Attention! Attention is the reason for my life and its true value!’

The moment Baekcheon’s thoughts, looking back at himself, reached that point.

The pitiful stares and gossip from all over the training grounds now began to feel completely different.

‘Hehehe. Okay. Look at me.’

In the past, only positive attention was enjoyable, but now all kinds of attention are enjoyable.

‘I will definitely change that gaze that looks at you like trash. Hehehe.’

Just imagining the sight of those negative views being reversed sent shivers down Baekcheon’s spine.

‘Yes. Confucius told me to have great ambitions, so from now on, my goal is only one. To become the most famous man in the world. To become a man who receives everyone’s attention!’

He still didn’t know how he would reach that goal, but as Confucius had said, all he had left was time to think.

The method is something you can just think about and come up with over time.

“Hehehehe.”

It was the moment when the 100-year-old’s dog-eat-dog evolved into a rare seed of interest.