Surviving as a Cripple in Murim

22 – Farewell (2)

Time cruelly does not wait for those who are troubled. While Gwahae trembled in denial of reality, it was the day before Mancheon was to leave the Jegal family.

… To be precise, midnight passed while I was agonizing over the blanket, so now when the sun rises tomorrow morning, Mancheon will leave.

In the face of a sudden breakup, what Gwahae could do was to accept the breakup and build memories with Mancheon for the remaining time, even if it was a short time.

However, Gwahae did not do that. I couldn’t exactly accept it.

For Gwahae, it was impossible for Manchun, whom he thought he would be with for the rest of his life, to leave. It is equivalent to the sudden disappearance of the sun from the sky.

Sweets are sweet because there are ten thousand people, and every day feels fun because there are ten thousand people.

Place your hand on your chest and feel your heart beating. It is all thanks to Mancheon that she is alive like this.

… There is no way I can accept it. To Gwahae, a life without Mancheon is a colorless world with no meaning.

[Hey… I mean… If you use the dragon’s power… ]

“I hate it.”

With a single stroke, he rejects the whispers of the vile black snake, which targets people when they become weak. Although his memory is not complete, Manchun was seriously injured after being knocked out by the snake’s voice.

I will never do what the evil snake tells me to do.

“When you make up your mind, forget your feelings, and when your body is weak, recover your energy.”

[Now……wait a minute! I am for you… !!]

“When the mind dies, the spirit lives, and when the yang is prosperous, the yin disappears.”

He drives away the black snake by reciting the precepts of the Hyeonmun Jeongjong Naeongsimbeop, which Mancheon taught him. Clear energy spreads through the body, probably because of the effect of the inner core method, and the anxious mind is a little relieved.

Doga’s clear energy and happy memories with Manchun push away the snake’s whisper.

Hyeonmun Jeongjongnae Gongsimbeop was the first martial art that Mancheon taught Gwahae. It’s the hardest martial art I’ve ever learned. There is no room for the black snake to intervene.

After kicking out the annoying snake, Gwahae opened the window and looked up at the beautiful starry night sky.

… To be honest, Gwahae doesn’t like martial arts. He doesn’t exactly like or dislike. I’m not very interested.

If 11,000 were heard, ‘What?! The son of this twin! I taught you the hard way by shaking off all your money! What’s wrong!?’… I would hit honey night while doing it, but I can’t help it.

To Gwahae, martial arts is worse than sweet and delicious medicine. Nevertheless, the reason why Gwahae studied martial arts so hard was because Mancheon’s eyes sparkled so much when he talked about martial arts.

Look at the stars in the night sky. Shining like thousands of eyes.

For Gwahae, who had only seen cold eyes mixed with contempt and contempt, it was a great shock to see human eyes shining like stars in the sky.

I wanted to see ten thousand sparkling eyes. I wanted to know more about what Manchun likes. So he studied hard.

Mancheon may not have known it, but when Mancheon looked into Gwahae’s eyes, Gwahae also looked into Mancheon’s eyes.

Stars fill the sky. The sky is hidden by the twinkling stars.

“… Ten thousand”

Covering the sky and crossing the sea. Gwahae is the first letter he learned.

The girl threw herself out of her window. It was on the second floor, but it didn’t matter. She spins her body through the air and lands safely on the ground.

‘I don’t know… It’s full of things you don’t know… I still miss you.’

My legs move before I think. The body moves forward. I run to meet the boy who came into my heart at some point and settled down firmly.

“Ten thousand… That bastard left me with a monkey baby, not a human baby.”

It’s two o’clock in the morning. Yang Jegal, who was reflecting on the game played today by lighting the checkerboard with Yamyeongju in the yard, saw Gwahae, who she thought would be sleeping, jump out the window and run away.

Hororok~

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Even sneaking into the room where Manchun is sleeping was successful, but it was an overkill that I couldn’t figure out what to do next.

Ko~ Koo~ Kokonen Nee~

Inhale and exhale and look down at Mancheon’s chest, which rises and falls regularly. After a long time, the urge to fall asleep while listening to the sound of a heartbeat shakes my heart like a cat.

Shake your head.

If I could fall asleep in the arms of ten thousand people, I would be happy, but that happiness would be short-lived. Gwahae’s highest priority is being with Manchun.

I remember what Manchun said at the first festival I went to.

‘If you want something desperately, you have to know how to get it yourself.’

… But how? How can I have ‘10,000’?

I’m thinking about wrapping my cute little head, but I can’t think of a way. Time is running out…. Yeah, time?!

A small candle is lit above Gwahae’s head. Imagination, of course.

Mancheon said. Some problems will be solved with time. Even if it doesn’t come to mind right now, it will definitely come to mind as time goes on.

You have to buy time so that Manchun doesn’t leave while you think of a way to be together for the rest of your life.

A staff can be seen in Gwahae’s field of vision, which is spinning round and round. It is a cane that Mancheon carries with him wherever he goes.

Mancheon is lame. You won’t be able to move without a cane. You won’t be able to leave

… A really naive kid’s idea. If you think about it for a bit, you’ll realize that you can’t hold on to it just because you took a cane, but I didn’t think it was too much.

Ran away. In the end, I ended up running away.

An escape from reality that averts one’s eyes when one hopes for a small miracle. Mo or do. In fact, the hair does not come out. However, Gwahae cherished his staff and ran away, hoping that Mo would come out.

Jangsam, watching the whole situation with a bitter smile in the dark, wanted to wake Mancheon, but shook her head.

Samabu is a cold and cruel human being, but he cares for his family as much as he cares for them.

He wouldn’t let his precious second son be paired up with a girl who could run amok and turn into a monster at any moment.

… It is good for each other to part quietly like this.

Look up at the night sky.

It is a damn beautiful night with countless stars rising. It’s a night I miss the beginning of the year when I was in charge of escorting the young master.

***

“Jangsan-ah, where is my staff?”

“Well… I do not know.”

“No! Don’t stop saying you don’t know, just look for it!”

I tried to hit Jangsam’s head with a cane, but his hands are empty. No wand

Where did you really go? I had it right next to me before I went to bed. There’s no way I walked out alone because my feet developed at night. Who took it but who?

Let’s examine the floor where we put the cane before going to bed yesterday. A strand of long black hair was visible. Pick up and check

Long black hair that is as soft as silk and has a nice scent for some reason. A sigh comes out.

… Overdose took it.

Seeing the helpless back of Manchun, who was silently squatting and fiddling with his black hair, Jangsam checked the carriage time.

“It’s a little bit, but I still have time. Would you like to look for it?”

“… Done. Give me a brush and a snack bag.”

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Gwahae did not appear until the moment he got on the carriage and left Jegal Sega. Inside the rattling wagon, he fidgets with his empty hands.

He is a sleepy child who takes naps all the time. She’s probably sleeping somewhere right now hugging her wand.

A small smile came out as I imagined that figure.

At first, I thought it was just a peanut to pass the time and taught it… I gave away too much affection

The further the carriage moves forward and the further away from Jegal Sega, the memories of Gwahae pass through my mind.

Like doing nothing, eating snacks and taking a nap on top of Gwahae’s head (Kyung), doing nothing all day (Congratulations) – on a piece of paper and teasing him.

Forcibly trying to feed spinach to Gwahae, who is an unbalanced eater, the table split into two sides… Come to think of it, it’s absurd.

How do you split the table without overturning it? It was really hard.

… And there was a time when Gwahae, who had learned how to make flower crowns from Yang Jegal’s granddaughters, placed the first wreath he made on my head.

Both the painful memories and the good memories all pass by.

In the end, I couldn’t stand it and opened the carriage window and stuck my head out to check behind me. Could it be that overheating is chasing you, albeit belatedly? Maybe you’re calling me

… I want to check, but I don’t see anything. I can’t hear anything.

“Shall we turn the wagon right now?”

Jangsam laughs mischievously next to me and makes fun of me. A bastard who knew for sure that he couldn’t do that made fun of me and fell asleep. If I had a cane, I would have beaten him. Lucky pup.

“What do you turn? … I have to go home.”

The wagon rattles and continues to move forward. Let’s lean on her body blankly. I see small snowflakes falling through the window.

***

Upon hearing the news that Manchun had left Jegal’s family, Yang Jegal handed over a silk pouch to Gwahae, who had completely stopped eating and drinking as if he had heard the news that Guan Yu had died.

“Take it. Ten thousand told me to give it to you.”

A red silk pouch with the word Sima Man Thousand written on it with golden thread. It is undoubtedly a snack bag worth 10,000.

Gwahae’s eyes, which had sunk in the dark, came into focus, albeit slightly. Open the pouch with your small hands to check the contents.

Hermits are filled to the point that the silk pouch is full. I’m not interested in this The important thing was the letter buried among the hermits.

Open and read the letter with trembling hands. It is a font of 10,000 that I have seen countless times so far.

『Going home.

I put some pocket money in my snack bag. If you want to eat something, don’t hold back and buy it.

It’s okay to like sweet things, but eat lots of vegetables too.

Don’t forget to brush your teeth before going to bed. Sleep without kicking off the blanket just because it’s hot.

If it hurts, don’t put up with it and say it hurts.

I told you to repay the favor by practicing martial arts hard, but it was nonsense. Never mind.

Live doing what you love and what you want to do.

Don’t be depressed just because I left, eat well and live happily.

It was a pleasure meeting you. Happy.

-To the disciple whom Samamancheon loves-』

Tears fall and stain the letter. ‘Cause I don’t need this I just want to rip it apart, screaming to be by my side, but I can’t.

He said it was fun meeting me… He said he was happy… But why are you leaving… Why…

I know that Manchun didn’t leave because he wanted to leave. But i hate it She hates Man-cheon, who left after promising to be with her for the rest of her life.

I hate the world that dropped 10,000 from myself.

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Two years have passed since Mancheon left the Jegal family. She was overworked when she was thirteen.

Compared to the old days, the treatment of gwahae has changed remarkably. The talent that Gwahae had was too outstanding and attractive to keep ignoring it.

Currently, it is called the hope of the Jegal family, the one who will bear the name of the dragon after the death of Jegal Yang, the child dragon of the Zhuge family, and Yuryong (幼龍), and is proudly named as the head family in the genealogy of the Zhuge family.

… It’s a really different story. Gwahae thought so.

She is friendly with Yang Jegal, who kept her promise to Mancheon and accepted her as her disciple, and her older sister who took care of herself by her side, Jegal Yeon, who has a little age difference, but has no feelings for Jegal Sega itself.

There is no interest in itself. Now, even if they talk about being blood relatives, there is no inspiration.

I blankly look up at the sky. It is a clear sky without a single cloud.

It may sound strange, but I hate clear skies. I wish the sky was covered with clouds.

I reach out my hand to cover the sky, but of course it doesn’t.

As Manchun said, I tried to be happy. I ate a lot of medicines, drew a lot, and made friends. But…

The greatest pain of unhappiness is that you were once happy.

Memories with Manchun are sweeter than any other medicine in the world, filling my heart and making other memories fade.

In the past, I lived without knowing that I was unhappy. ‘Cause I’ve never been so happy I didn’t even know that I was unhappy, I just lived day by day.

However, he met Mancheon and learned happiness. Became a full-bodied person. I came to compare ‘happiness’ and ‘unhappiness’.

After all, it is impossible without Mancheon. You can’t be happy without ten thousand.

Yang Jegal is a second-class soldier of about 20 people, although he is called Dalian. Among them, even first-class warriors won a leisurely victory against a few mixed warriors, and were genuinely amazed as they gazed blankly at the sea stretching their hands toward the sky.

At the age of thirteen, at the end of the first class… I’m also called a genius, but I’m honestly surprised.

What’s even more amazing is that even after achieving that level of achievement at such a young age, he’s not satisfied.

I like it. Originally, he was an open elder who taught him martial arts, and he thought of his Go friend, so he didn’t want to teach this ‘martial arts’ to the characters.

… The desire to teach is wriggling.

How strong will you become if you teach me? Will you be strong enough to stick with me?

“Jegal Sega is known for his weak martial arts. But why am I, a native of Jegal Se, a master in the 100’s? Do you know how others fear me?”

“… ….”

“That’s because I learned the best footwork and the strongest jangbeop.”

Put your right foot and hand behind you and put your energy into it. The mighty energy gathered in his hand distorts the space.

Bend one leg and draw a circle with your hand. The power of the dragon’s shape soars and cries reverberate like thunder.

Hanglong Eighteen Chapters – Hanglong Yuhui (亢龍有悔)

The dragon of Qi, created from the internal force spewing out of its arms, shatters the wall by passing over the sea.

Yang Jegal gathered the energy that radiated from his body and said to Gwahae with a triumphant face.

“How are you? Do you want to learn?”

“… If I learn that, can I become strong enough to cover the sky?”

Mancheon, if it was a gonom “Wowaaang-!! Old man! Amazing!! What is it? Let me know! Let me know! Let me know! Mancheon is going to shoot the Jangpung Dragon too!!” – I would have spread the naryotagon while doing it.

It was a little bit, but it was a sheep that I missed a lot.

Anyway, I look at the endless blue eyes.

Teaching a child who might be a dragon’s child the Hangryong – martial arts to subdue the dragon… It’s ironic and funny.

“I assure you. If you learn the eighteen chapters of the Hangryong and can control the dragon within you, there will be no one in the world who can defeat you except ‘me’.”