Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 94



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 94

Master (3)

“I said I was a market?”

The old man, who had been rubbing his stomach with a puzzled look on his face, nodded.

“Hearing this, I guess you’re hungry too. Hehe. A meal prepared by a disciple. I really miss it.”

It seemed as if the tornado would turn around and ask again, “Who are you?” So Ilmok quickly moved to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Ilmok went to a space roughly prepared on one side of the pavilion, lit a fire, and brought out the prepared ingredients to prepare dinner.

‘Is this the food left behind by the unmanned personnel who visit periodically?’

He began to think that perhaps it would be better to stay here. There was a chance that the unmanned people who came looking for food would find him.

Since there were things prepared, Ilmok quickly prepared the dinner table and went to see the old man with the table in his hands.

“Who are you to serve me food? You! You must have poisoned the food!”

As expected, seeing the old man having a seizure, Ichimoku barely held back a sigh and repeated the same words.

“I am your disciple Yeongjin, Master. If you are worried, I will try it first, so let’s eat together.”

In the end, Ilmok picked up the spoon first and put food in his mouth. Then, he used another spoon to scoop up some food and feed it to the old man.

However, finishing the meal did not mean that everything was over.

‘I feel so uncomfortable that I’m going to turn away.’

It was because my body was covered in sweat again after practicing the first technique of the Talhonmujeonggeom a little while ago.

“Hmm. Looks like I need to wash up a bit.”

The old man, who was suffering from the same obsession as Ichimoku, also frowned and got up, as if he was not pleased with Ichimoku’s condition.

And then, surprisingly, the old man reappeared carrying a stone tablet.

‘Did those drones take care of it for you? Or did you make it yourself because of your obsession with hygiene?’

Even if it is provided by someone who is not a caregiver, people with dementia usually have difficulty thinking about washing themselves.

However, the old man’s clothes and the atmosphere in his house were all neat and tidy, and he didn’t seem like someone with dementia.

It seemed that he was acting out of compulsion even while suffering from dementia.

‘Ugh… .’

Maybe it’s a case of mutual sympathy.

When Ichimoku realized that fact, he clicked his tongue inwardly in regret.

“If you do, I will prepare the bath water for you.”

There was a jar of water in one corner of the kitchen, so Ilmok took the jar out, scooped up a handful with a ladle, sprinkled it on his body, and washed his body with the stone.

And after washing his body, Ilmok approached the old man.

“Master, I will have the disciple wash you.”

“Hehehe. It’s really been a long time.”

While sprinkling water on the old man who looked very happy and painting the stone, Ilmok turned his head to hide his sad expression.

* * *

The next morning.

Ilmok, who had fallen asleep feeling refreshed after taking a bath, woke up with a start.

“Who are you?! Who are you to be sleeping next to this old man!”

It was because of a scream suddenly heard from the side.

Ichimoku, whose memories were jumbled while he was half-asleep, belatedly came to his senses and shouted.

“Master! My disciple Yeongjin is here!”

“Youngjin?”

The old man, with a worried expression on his face as if recalling a memory, said:

“Come to think of it, you came here to learn swordsmanship! Hahaha. Okay. If you say so, let’s go.”

“…ha.”

Ichimoku turned his head to hide his shit-eating face and sighed, then he got up, his body trembling.

How long has it been since I started dancing with a sword from the crack of dawn and received lessons on the first technique from my new teacher?

“I see you’re hungry, so I guess it’s time to eat.”

At the old man’s words, Ichimoku breathed a sigh of relief and said.

“I will have my disciple prepare breakfast.”

“Hahaha. Come to your senses, disciple. It’s dinner time.”

“yes?”

“Looking at the sunset in the sky, isn’t it evening?”

“… … .”

Knowing that it was useless to argue here, Ichimoku decided to just leave it at that and headed to the kitchen.

The kitchen was stocked with easy-to-store, long-term food such as beef jerky, dried beans, dried vegetables, and rice.

Just like he had done yesterday, Ilmok lit a fire, scooped water from a jar, made a broth with beef jerky and vegetables, and added a little rice to make something similar to porridge.

And right after finishing breakfast with the old man.

In order to avoid being trained again, Ichimoku came up with a plan.

“Master, now that I have finished my training, I would like to wash my body, but there is no water.”

“Heh heh heh. Water. Don’t worry. There’s a stream nearby. Hmm? Was there a stream?”

The old man took the lead, muttering ominously to himself, while Ilmok followed him, carrying a jar to store water and a stone bowl.

‘Even if I get lost, it doesn’t matter since I’m just trying to kill some time.’

The water jar was quite heavy, but it wasn’t that difficult to lift if you used your internal energy.

After about an hour had passed since we set off on our journey towards the stream.

An old woman I had never seen before appeared through the bushes, tilting her head and asking me.

“Where am I and who am I?”

The old woman, who had lost her memory and was confused, looked at Ilmok and the old man with trembling eyes for a moment.

“Hey, where is this!!!”

As the old woman, who was having a seizure, started swinging her arms wildly, the aura that was shooting out through her fingernails began to slash in all directions.

‘What the f*ck!?’

The moment Ichimoku was about to swear as he saw the sharp auras suddenly flying towards him.

visor!

The old man, who had drawn his sword, easily struck down all of the manuscripts.

For a moment, I had to endure the tumultuous behavior of the old woman who had caused the seizure.

“Hmm? Oh! I was on my way home.”

The old woman suddenly became quiet and passed by Ilmok and the old man as if nothing had happened and headed somewhere.

‘… There really is no such thing as a temple of demons.’

At first glance, cold sweat ran down his back.

But the old man who had stopped the old woman from causing a commotion in front of him said as if nothing had happened.

“Ah! Now that I think about it, that was the road leading to the stream. Let’s go again.”

“… I will take the lead, Master.”

Ilmok, who had been trying to kill time under the pretense of looking for a stream, changed his mind.

I realized that this place, Mang-a-ryeong, was a bizarre place where if you walked around without thinking, you would run into reckless wandering monsters and end up in a fight.

‘No. If you lose your memory and run into a stranger on the street, shouldn’t you try to solve it with words? No matter how much dementia you have.’

Fucking devil’s cult.

The habit of always using force was something that remained in the old people even after they developed dementia.

Ilmok, who remembered the route he had taken yesterday, easily led the old man to the stream.

“Shut up.”

Ilmok, who had filled a jar with water using his internal energy, spoke to the old man.

“Since you’re here, why don’t you take a bath first, Master?”

While Ilmok was taking a bath with the old man using the stone he had brought.

“What kind of guys are they!”

Once again, a wild monster has appeared.

And for a moment, the new master of Noh-gwae and Ichimoku shares a common ground.

“Hmm? Are you Hyung Kang?”

The old man who had been swinging his sword repeatedly at Ichimoku’s master suddenly became wide-eyed and started acting like he knew him.

“Hehehe. It’s been a long time.”

Only then did Ichimoku’s master recognize him and exchange greetings.

Ichimoku, who had witnessed the whole scene, was certain of it.

‘… It was a stroke of luck that I was given to that old man by the river.’

If he had continued to wander around this ruin alone, he would have left this world last night, or at the very least, this morning.

It wasn’t just because the old man mistook him for his disciple.

After watching the fight between the old men from the side, it seemed that the old man was one of the strongest among the old men of this Mangaryeong.

Could it be because faith in the elderly has emerged?

Ilmok had time to calmly look around, and only then was he able to realize why the original name of this place was ‘Dohwaryeong’.

‘It’s beautiful.’

Despite the fact that it was a place that was clearly constantly in chaos due to the fighting between the demons, the trees and flowers were beautifully harmonized, and among the trees were many fruit-bearing trees, including peach trees.

‘… Maybe it’s because of those fruit trees that the old demons were trapped here.’

Those who had lost their memories and were wandering around, perhaps hoped to survive by eating that fruit.

So, while Ilmok was walking back home with the old man, he was enjoying the scenery.

“How dare you invade the territory of the new religion!”

A wild monster appeared.

* * *

Similar things have happened again since then.

With great difficulty, Ilmok returned to the old man’s residence with the old man.

“Ah! By the way, you said you came here to practice swordsmanship, right?”

The old man remembered with astonishment the fact that he had to train his eyes to a strange degree.

‘Damn it! Why!?’

Ilmok had no choice but to suffer from the pain of the first attack after the Talhonmujeonggeom.

Sometimes, when the old man got hungry, he would prepare food for him, and thanks to the sweat he had shed, he would draw water from a jar and take a bath with him.

“Who are you!?”

Well, it was a very common occurrence to reintroduce myself here and there.

So, I spent the second day as an ordinary person, and the next day at dawn.

A new figure appeared at the entrance of Mangaryeong.

It was Cheonma and Eunwigakju who came to find Ilmok.

Although the mountain was so beautiful that it was called by its real name, Dohwaryeong, the two quickly climbed the mountain as if they had no particular interest in the mountain.

“What kind of guys are they!”

And, without fail, an old man who had lost his memory blocked Cheonma’s path, but no battle broke out.

As soon as he encountered the old man, a terrible magical energy began to spread out from Cheonma’s body.

No matter how much dementia one has, or rather, because of dementia, the most fundamental memories and habits that are completely imprinted on one’s body are bound to remain.

It seems that the martial arts skills that the old demons here have practiced their entire lives are still being displayed even in this situation.

In the same sense, the old people here were all faithful believers who had devoted themselves to the new religion for decades.

“Meet the master of Manma!!”

The old man, who felt the unique and genuine magical energy of the Heavenly Demon God technique emanating from the body of the Heavenly Demon, prostrated himself and shouted.

For a moment, Cheonma looked at the poor believer bowing down to him with pity. Then he continued walking. For now, the priority was to find the youngest disciple.

As he wandered through the mountains, whenever he happened to encounter the old people here, he would unleash the terrible magic of the Heavenly Demon Sect several times.

The horse, which was following the traces of people, picked up a familiar sound from afar.

‘You are still alive, my disciple!’

Considering the level of the Ilmok, it was impossible to survive here in Mangaryeong.

Even when Cheonma headed here, most people thought it would just be to collect the body of a young disciple.

However, Cheonma had a premonition about it.

Although he is still young and lacks skill, I have a feeling that he will survive this ban.

Perhaps it was because of the way I had watched him for the past year. Not only did the child have talent in martial arts, but he also had experience that was not appropriate for his age.

And Cheonma’s prediction was accurate, because he was able to detect the presence of his living disciple.

However, when Cheonma actually discovered the presence of Ichimoku, his expression was not entirely bright.

‘I’m unfolding the Talhonmujeonggeom!’

Cheonma, who had reached a high level, noticed that Ilmok was performing martial arts just by the sound he felt from far away.

So, the Heavenly Horse spread its wings and moved through the bushes at incredible speed in the direction where it had sensed movement.

‘Please hold on a little longer, disciple!’

As if using the magic of shrinking, Cheonma narrowed the distance in an instant and finally arrived at the place where he had sensed movement. His eyes widened when he discovered the pavilion built there.

“!!!”

Ilmok wasn’t fighting the elders. He was just swinging his sword and practicing the Talhonmujeonggeom.

However, it was not that his eyes widened in amazement at the sight of his disciple not neglecting his training in such a dangerous place.

“Oh! Twist your waist a little more! If you do, it will interfere with the next movement! You need to use elasticity, not force a stop!”

For some reason, an old man who was familiar with Cheonma was yelling at Ilmok.

“Yes, Master!”

Because his disciple, Ilmok, called the old man his master.

‘What is this…?’

Cheonma, who had come running in a single bound out of concern for his youngest disciple, felt like he was falling into cognitive dissonance.