Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 95



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 95

Master (4)

Take a moment to lose yourself in the strange sight.

“Hahaha. Youngjin. Your talent is truly outstanding!”

The moment a familiar name came out of the mouth of a familiar old man, Cheonma was able to roughly understand the situation.

‘So that’s what happened?’

Cheonma nodded and approached the pavilion, making noise.

“What the hell are you!?”

“Master?”

It was a scene of an old man drawing his sword in an instant and glaring at the Heavenly Horse, and his reaction as if he was seeing something.

“Master? What do you mean?”

And at Ilmok’s name, the old man looked at Ilmok with a strange expression.

Cheonma let out a sigh at the confusing sight and raised the magic energy of Cheonma Shingong.

“!!”

The old man, who had just recognized his opponent from the terrible magic that was pressing down on him from all sides, shouted with all his might.

“Meet the master of Manma!”

At the old man’s extreme courtesy, Cheonma let out a small sigh and said.

“Get up, Kang No.”

“I will obey your command.”

As the old man rose with neat movements, Cheonma spoke to him.

“I have a brief conversation with your disciple, Yeongjin, so please wait here.”

“I will listen to your words.”

After finishing his conversation with the old man, Cheonma spoke to Ilmok.

“Follow me.”

As he watched the back of the horse turning its back and moving through the bushes, Ilmok’s mind began to grow increasingly suspicious.

‘…Why is the Master here? Are you trying to save me?’

And Ilmok, who followed Cheonma into the bushes, didn’t bother to hide his doubts.

“Master! What brings you here?”

“Of course it’s because of you, right?”

“Are you saying this yourself, Master?”

“This is a place that others cannot easily visit, so this old man came to find it himself.”

“ah….”

After spending two days here, I couldn’t help but nod my head in agreement.

The successive attacks by the demons were not something that could be withstood with average skills.

‘The leader of a cult came all the way here to save me.’

Ichimoku was just a little bit moved.

There was no reason to be particularly moved.

‘Is this Stockholm Syndrome?’

It was strange to feel gratitude to the master who was responsible for all this, since he had been dragged into this crazy cult in the first place.

For a moment, he felt a small amount of emotion towards the mastermind behind the kidnapping and confinement. At the sight of Cheonma looking at him with a strange gaze, Ilmok suddenly came to his senses.

‘It’s fucked.’

It was a world where serving two fathers was considered unfilial. Just like Lu Bu was treated like a fool.

This also applies to the act of changing lords, and the same goes for teachers. There is a reason why the saying, “the military is one,” exists.

It was said that it would not be strange for the leader of the fanatics, who called himself an unfilial son, to personally cut off his balls.

‘Baekcheon almost had his limbs amputated just because he called me a son of a bitch!’

At first glance, I felt a chill running down my neck, and cold sweat ran down my back.

But we can’t just wait for the ball to be cut off like this.

“Master. And I think it was a bit of a misunderstanding that I called that old man Master…”

Ilmok tried to quickly defend himself, but Cheonma cut him off.

“I know. Didn’t you play the role of Yeong-jin, Kang No’s disciple?”

“!?”

Although he had voluntarily played Yeongjin in order to survive, Cheonma understood that he had done it for Kang No.

Come to think of it, for some reason Cheonma was happy to join in on the role play between himself and the old man.

Didn’t you insist on calling yourself Youngjin and getting him out?

Although he didn’t know the reason, Ichimoku quickly answered, thinking that now was his chance to live.

“Yes, that’s right, Master!”

At Ilmok’s confident answer, Cheonma turned his gaze beyond the bushes and stroked his beard with a regretful expression.

“It’s admirable.”

At that attitude that was filled with bitterness toward Kang No, Ilmok slyly asked a question.

“Did you know that old man?”

“Hahaha. Haven’t you heard from Hayeon what kind of place Dohwaryeong is?”

“ah!”

Only then did Ichimoku realize that he had asked a stupid question.

This is the resting place of the elders of the Cheonmasin Church.

It made no sense that his master, who had reigned over Cheonma for decades, did not know who the elders here were.

Before they became like this, they would have been leading the Cheonmasin Church together for decades.

The embarrassed Ilmok asked Cheonma.

“Who was that person named Kang No?”

“He was a capable person. Perhaps because of the side effects of the Talhonmujeonggeom, he was extremely meticulous, and his talent with the sword was so great that everyone expected him to be able to enter Talma. Until that incident.”

“What is that thing?”

“Ever since I heard of the death of my disciple who had gone on a mission, I started to gradually become haggard.”

“… … .”

“Then one day, strange rumors began to spread that he was wandering around looking for his already dead disciple, and soon he began to lose his memory.”

“…It seems he cared a lot for his dead disciple.”

To Ichimoku’s answer, Cheonma unexpectedly shook his head.

“It’s the opposite. Because I couldn’t spare it, it remains as a regret for eternity.”

“???”

When Il-mok made a face that seemed like he didn’t understand, Cheon-ma added an explanation.

“Kang Noh, due to his mission in the new religion and his goal of mastering the Talhonmujeonggeom, was not able to do his best in teaching his disciples. As a result, he regretted it every day after Yeongjin died. He said that if he had taught them a little more, he would have returned from his mission alive.”

“ah….”

Only then did Ilmok understand.

Why did that old man, who suffered from dementia, keep forgetting everything else but stubbornly remember teaching himself the Talhonmujeonggeom?

Ilmok asked with a pitiful heart.

“… What kind of disciple was Yeongjin? Judging from the fact that Kang No mistook him for me, he must have resembled me.”

Cheonma shook his head.

“They are not alike at all. Even his appearance is different from yours, he is angular and stocky, and when he died on his mission, he was already over thirty years old.”

It was a strange feeling. He mistook me for his disciple, even though I had absolutely nothing in common with him.

Of course, Ichimoku insisted that he was his disciple, but if there was no resemblance at all, there was no reason to be fooled even if he had dementia.

‘… Are you saying that you missed me that much?’

Was it not the resentment that had clumped together so large that it was impossible to even fathom, that had clouded his vision?

Ilmok, who felt somewhat bitter, asked Cheonma.

“Master, are you planning to leave this place right now?”

“I could force myself to leave, but since you’re safe, I don’t think there’s any reason to. The gates are scheduled to open in five days, so I plan to leave then.”

Ichimoku opened his mouth in a cautious tone, as if he had made up his mind.

“If I may be presumptuous, would it be okay for me to stay with Kang No for the remaining five days?”

“…Does that mean you’ll continue to postpone Yeongjin for the remaining five days?”

“If the Master permits, I would like to do so.”

He looked at the scene for a moment, stroking his beard. Cheonma nodded.

“If you truly consider Kang No as your teacher, then it is only right that you punish him, but I know that you have compassion and want to help him. So I will allow it.”

* * *

With Cheonma’s permission, Ilmok returned to Kang No’s side once again.

Nothing much has changed.

The old man, who had not yet finished teaching his disciple, continued to instruct Ilmok in the practice of the Talhonmujeonggeom.

“As the saying goes, ‘the young man learns from the old man.’ Your accomplishments are so fast that I am truly happy. Hehehe.”

Whenever he achieved something, he would rejoice like a child.

Whenever I take a break from training.

“Master, I have prepared a meal.”

“Master, it is time to wash now.”

Ilmok personally prepared the food and put it into Kang No’s mouth little by little. He also personally sprinkled water on each person’s body with a ladle and washed them while applying stone paste.

And occasionally.

“Who are you!”

“Master, my disciple, Yeongjin, has arrived.”

Even when Kang No-ga, whose memories had been blown away, screamed, Il-mok, who had now become accustomed to it, responded naturally.

Perhaps because he had heard Cheonma’s explanation about Kang No, Ilmok was able to realize something special.

‘Only when I train Youngjin do his memories disappear.’

I wondered how big the grudge had to be for him to do that.

In that way, Ilmok trained with Kang No and listened to Kang No’s instructions. As Yeongjin.

Cheonma simply watched from a distance, perhaps out of consideration for Kang No.

In a way, it was a kind of resting place for Cheonma as well. This place boasted such beautiful scenery that it was called Dohwaryeong.

It was late at night on the third day since Cheonma entered Mangaryeong and the fifth day since Ilmok started living in Yeongjin.

Rustle.

After confirming that Kang No was asleep, Ilmok quietly left the pavilion and headed towards the bushes where Cheonma was.

In the evening. It was because there was an order from Cheonma to come at night.

And the room where the light is out.

“Youngjin… Youngjin… .”

Kang No, who was in a deep sleep, muttered as if he was sleeping and waved his arms in the air.

In fact, he was meeting his disciple in his dream.

– Master, you can forget me now.

No, the disciple was greeting him and was about to leave.

‘What are you talking about! How could I forget you!’

– It was just something that happened because the talent of a bad student was lacking. It wasn’t your fault, Master. So, you can forget about me now, Master.

‘No. It’s all my fault. Come back, Youngjin!’

– I have never once blamed you, Master. So, don’t blame yourself, Master.

‘!!!’

As Yeong-jin turned his back and left after saying his last words, Kang No hurriedly tried to follow him.

But for some reason, no matter how much he moved his legs, his disciple’s back kept moving further away.

‘Youngjin! Youngjin!’

Kang Noh tried to grab his shoulder by swinging his arm forward, but his disciple’s back just kept getting further and further away.

“Youngjin!!”

Kang No, who had been trying to hold on to his disciple as if pleading, opened his eyes with a shout.

In the midst of darkness all around.

“Youngjin?”

Kang Noh opened his eyes, raised his upper body, and quickly moved his head.

To find the disciple who had fallen asleep with me a little while ago.

‘student?’

It was strange.

Because the face of the disciple he saw in his dream and the face of the disciple he fell asleep with were completely different.

The moment I realized that contradiction.

Memories came flooding back.

Hearing the news of his disciple Yeongjin’s death. He remembers slowly going crazy. He remembers entering this place, Mangaryeong. And.

I even remember the first time I saw a child calling himself Yeongjin.

Memories, vague and disjointed as if covered in fog, fill his mind one by one.

Kang No quickly sat cross-legged and began to control the demonic energy of the Talhonmujeonggeom that was starting to boil.

‘How dare you impersonate my disciple!’

If the first emotion was confusion, the second emotion was anger. But.

– Don’t blame yourself, Master.

The words of the disciple he had seen in his dream soothed his heart.

And the memories he had with the child who called himself Yeongjin soothed his heart.

Memories of you preparing and feeding me food. Memories of you washing my body with care. Memories of you taking care of the training that you couldn’t give to Youngjin.

‘Ahh… It’s all thanks to that kid.’

A drop of water flowed from the closed eyes of the old man, who had been worn away by the winds of time and was like a sandy desert.

Flash.

When the old man opened his eyes, there was no resentment or anger left in them.