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Episode 188
Mad Horse, One Ordinary Day
Two years have already passed since King Huai of Sajo, who dreamed of establishing the Great Yan Empire, committed suicide by hanging himself in Hebei due to the betrayal of his subordinates, the flight of his soldiers, and a string of defeats.
However, Danwoo Seong and the Murim Alliance remained unchanged.
The only thing that has changed is that the leader has gained a son.
Of course, he is the son of Danwoo Seong and Baekyak.
Like any child, he was a very precious child because he was a descendant of the Seolsan Baekga.
Even though he was busy, Danwoo Sung often held his son in his arms and looked at his face for a long time.
It felt strange.
Because it felt like he'd met a son who wasn't even in his fortune. Danwoo-seong called his son's name.
“Hey, Shinwoo.”
The young son grabbed Danwoo Sung's collar.
Danwoo-seong laughed like an idiot, but before he knew it, he was estimating the size of his son's fist and carefully examining its shape.
'I wonder if I'll learn martial arts well.'
First of all, since the surrounding masters were so powerful, there was a very high possibility that he would become the best in the world in the next era. The masters would, of course, be Dan Woo-seong, Baek Yak, his maternal grandfather Baek I-gyeol, Cheol Myeong-ho, and so on.
Baek I-gyeol, who had unintentionally raised his only daughter with great affection, established the Baekgeommun near the Murim Alliance to watch over his grandson, the sole descendant of the Seolsan Baekga clan. He wanted to make sure he could keep an eye on him, no matter what.
If we break down the name Woosung, it is Woo (祐), meaning help, and Seong (星), meaning star.
However, the word 'U' (祐) contains the meaning of help from the gods of heaven and earth.
It meant that with the help of the gods of heaven and earth, he would become a shining star, so Danwoo Seong's winding life did not go without its share of twists and turns, just like his name.
Because he was now the leader of the martial arts world, the brightest star in the world of martial arts.
In that sense, Danwoo-seong named his son Shinwoo, meaning "God of War" (武神), meaning "He was helped by the God of War." Although he didn't know the exact reason for his reincarnation, he still believed he had been chosen by the Gods of War to be reincarnated.
Only after seeing his son was Danwoo Sung able to erase his own name from his heart without any regrets.
Now, it was Lee Jin-eon, the father of Lee Shin-woo.
Of course, this was a secret that the world did not know.
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Shinsi (申時, 3:00 PM to 5:00 PM).
Danwoo-seong was sitting with his son in the martial arts training center created by the leader's instructions.
Shinwoo, the son of the leader, was also sitting wearing a white uniform.
For some reason, Shinwoo wasn't the type to whine. Perhaps it was because he'd never seen his parents get irritated. Or perhaps it was just his innate nature. Except for the occasional sleepy moment, he was a child who played innocently and playfully, even when held by his fellow members.
As people entered the martial arts training room one by one, they took off their shoes and stepped onto the floor.
Cheol Myeong-ho, Hwa Eun-seol, and Sima Geuk, all dressed in military uniforms.
Finally, their master came in.
Baek Yi-gyeol is the father of Baekyak and the father-in-law of the leader of the martial arts world.
Everyone took the lottery ticket towards Baek I-gyeol.
“I see you, Master.”
Danwoo Sung bowed his head slightly to his father-in-law, still holding Shinwoo in his arms. This space had been created at Baek Yi-gyeol's request.
Baek I-gyeol first planned to train those closest to the leader, and later open the training hall to ordinary members to accept disciples.
In other words, Cheol Myeong-ho, Hwa Eun-wol, Hwa Eun-seol, Sima Geuk, and Ju Ja-ryang became Baek I-gyeol's major disciples, but there were often times when they were unable to participate due to their busy schedules.
When Danwoo Sung tried to go outside so as not to disturb the training, Shinwoo reached out his hand and muttered to his grandfather.
“Shinwoo, Grandpa is busy.”
Shinwoo, who had no way of complaining, continued to wave his hand at Baek Igyeol and then screamed.
Then, Danwoo-seong looked at his father-in-law in surprise.
Baek Yi-gyeol said with a grin.
“You were watching me practice for a long time last time too. Come here.”
"yes."
When Danwoo Seong handed Shinwoo over to Baek I-gyeol, Baek I-gyeol, who had become a fool for his grandson, continued to laugh while holding Shinwoo in his arms.
“Would you like to watch the training?”
Shinwoo opened his eyes wide and grabbed his grandfather's collar with his small hand and pulled it.
Baek Yi-gyeol nodded.
“Okay. Let’s see how much your disciples’ skills have improved.”
Danwoo Seong spoke to Cheolmyeongho at the entrance.
“Guardian.”
“Yes, my lord.”
"Work hard. If we lose again this year, we'll consider replacing the escort team leader."
Cheol Myeong-ho responded with a stern expression.
“Oh, I understand.”
Because Hwa Eun-seol was by his side, Cheol Myeong-ho couldn't treat the leader as he usually did. He was desperately trying to act like an adult.
The story of Cheolmyeongho's defeat is as follows.
In the annual Yongbongdaeyeon, he was defeated by Go Cheon-hwi, the leader of the Banwolhoe last year, and this year by the head of the Seomunse family. The man known as the leader of the Murim Alliance's escort group is on a losing streak against the world's best martial artists.
Because there were so many masters in the world, it was more difficult for Cheol Myeong-ho to become one of the top ten masters than swinging the Samjae Sword Technique a million times.
Even though it has become incomparably stronger than before.
But Danwoo Seong had been looking at it for a long time from the beginning.
I was secretly threatening, teasing, and provoking him, waiting for Cheol Myeong-ho to grow more each day.
In a way, the relationship between Dan Woo-seong, who lent me a wooden umbrella at a noodle restaurant, and Cheol Myeong-ho, who walked in the rain holding that wooden umbrella, was still the same.
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As Danwoosung appeared, Hwaeunwol approached.
“Your Majesty, everything is ready.”
“Let’s go.”
The two headed to the brain prison. After a while, Danwoo-seong descended alone and had a private meeting with the warden, Gwangma, for the first time in a long while.
“Your Majesty.”
Gwangma and Danwoo-seong made eye contact and simultaneously smiled.
“How have you been?”
"yes."
Although the warden's office was the most spacious, the prison wasn't exactly a pleasant place to live. After all, it was teeming with prisoners. However, Gwangma's appearance, physique, and martial arts prowess were superior to most prisoners'. He seemed born to manage the prison, and he fit in perfectly with the dark and gloomy environment.
However, the order the Murim Lord gave to Gwangma today was far from that.
Danwoo-seong placed the identification card Hwaeunwol had given him on the desk. He deliberately called her this instead of a nickname.
“Priest.”
The madman nodded and smiled faintly.
“Yes, Ambassador. Please speak.”
“Read the identification card.”
The madman examined the badge from front to back. The back had the word "maeng" (盟) engraved on it, and the front had "u-sa" (右史) written on it.
“Well, what does this mean?”
Danwoo Sung explained.
“Amhaeng Usa (Secret Agent).”
“The secret agent······.”
“By the way, how has Gu Yang-saeng been lately?”
It was the first time in a long time that Danwoo-seong had mentioned this name. Of course, he was referring to the head of the Guyang family, who had previously been imprisoned in a brain prison for provoking Danwoo-seong.
The madman nodded.
"He's the most well-behaved prisoner. He spends his days quietly, eating breakfast and meditating. I understand he'll have to serve six or seven more years before he's released. Would you like to meet him?"
Danwoo-seong shook his head.
“Okay. If I told you I was the leader of the martial arts world… you might faint.”
The madman laughed out loud for the first time in a long time.
“That could be the case.”
Danwoo Seong suddenly spoke with a calm expression.
“Mad Horse, this is the leader.”
The madman clasped his hands together and immediately responded.
“I will listen.”
"The secret agent's duty is to inspect. Fortunately, few people know the priest's true identity, so this will be an appropriate task. First, closely monitor the movements of the Guyang family."
"yes."
"If the entire Gu Yang Se clan has come to their senses, we'll consider releasing Gu Yang Saeng from the prison a little earlier. However, if there's any sign of a subversive atmosphere, we'll have no choice but to serve him a full sentence."
“I understand.”
The leader's orders continued.
"After inspecting the Guyangse family, don't immediately return to the main camp. Instead, closely examine the situation at Palryongmun, Jipyamaeng, Suwangchae, and Nokrim. At times, you may use your identity badge and reveal your status as a disciple of the King of Fist or the King of Hell."
Gwangma suddenly realized that his older brother was the leader of the martial arts world, the king of the martial arts world, and the king of the underworld.
Danwoo Seong asked.
“Priest, do you know what I want?”
The madman nodded.
“Yes, I understand.”
“It’s already been over three years since the priest took charge of the brain prison.”
“I see. When you stay here, you lose track of time.”
Before I knew it, the madman's speech had changed significantly from before.
Danwoo-seong smiled.
"Nothing unusual happened, so I'm sure he did a great job directing. Besides, you can think of this as a vacation. I intentionally allocated ample funds for the mission."
Danwoo-seong placed a heavy envelope on the desk.
"Don't spend all your money on alcohol. This kind of money is also a voluntary expense, so don't take it lightly."
The madman swallowed his saliva without realizing it.
"yes."
Even though he was a warden, Gwangma remained quietly for three years in a place devoid of sunlight, like a criminal. Having spent his entire life contemplating death in a prison cell, his mind was calmer and more composed than before.
As Gwangma looked at the identification card with Usara written on it, at a loss for words, Danwoosung spoke.
"Priest, although it's a vacation, I'm going on a mission that will undoubtedly benefit the Murim Alliance and the martial arts world. That's why I've been given the status of Amhaengwoosa. The Commander-in-Chief will relay it to the branch, so you can directly request anything you need from the branch."
“I will keep that in mind.”
"In any case, the House of Night, the Palryongmun Gate, and the Suwangchae are all close to the Black Road. While you're observing, if something unexpected happens, I understand hitting someone, but you shouldn't carelessly take someone's life while holding that badge."
“I will keep that in mind too.”
Danwoo-seong nodded.
"The Hwa military will decide on a successor, so you can leave this way. Let's go together."
The madman asked.
“Outside?”
When Gwangma asked the obvious question as if he couldn't believe it, Danwoo-seong nodded.
“Outside.”
After a while, the two men climbed the long stairs of the prison, opened the huge iron door, and stood under the pouring sunlight.
It was a familiar light to Danwoosung, but for Gwangma, who had been underground for so long, it was a dazzling sunlight. Hwaeunwol and the other attendants waited a short distance away.
Danwoo-seong nodded to Gwangma and said.
“Let’s go. I’ll see you to the entrance.”
"yes."
Gwangma, who had been walking with Danwoo Sung through the Murim Alliance for a while, cleared his throat and spoke.
"Ambassador, I heard you saw your son. Belated congratulations."
Danwoo-seong nodded.
“He is my son, and the son of the Murim Alliance······.”
Danwoo-seong said this while glancing at the mad horse walking beside him.
“He’s your nephew too.”
“······.”
"You're blessed with many masters around you. As you grow older, if you see yourself going astray, your masters will scold you. Isn't being misbehaving and being crooked your specialty?"
Gwangma looked around the world he had not seen in a long time and replied.
“That’s right. That’s my area of expertise.”
The sky, the sunlight, the clouds, the trees, the dirt, the combed road, the midday air, the wind on the skin······.
Things that were so obvious felt new and new all over again.
The madman took a deep breath and repeated what he had said.
“It was my specialty.”
A madman, just released from the prison of his mind, looks out at the world.
It was a strange world.
I was looking not with my eyes, but with my heart.
I realized that the three years in prison had not been in vain.
The mad horse turned around and looked at Danwoo.
“Your Majesty, I will be back.”
As Gwangma bowed his head with both hands clasped together, Danwoo Seong, who had come closer, grabbed Gwangma's arms.
As Gwangma looked at him, Danwoosung spoke with a softer expression than ever before.
“Have a safe trip.”
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The warden of the Murim Alliance's Brain Jade, Gwangma.
No, now it's Chae Hong-su, the secret agent of the Murim Alliance.
On my way to Guyangsega, I couldn't overcome my hunger, so I sat down at an ordinary inn and looked through my wallet to order some food. There was much more money in it than I'd expected.
Jeomsoi came over and asked.
“Would you like to order?”
As soon as Jeomsoi saw the fierce face and size of the mad horse, he was startled and then politely put his hands together.
The madman said.
“Oh, one bowl of noodles and one serving of tangchori stew. Just give me this much.”
Jeomsoi responded politely.
“Oh, yes. I understand. Would you mind drinking alcohol?”
The madman looked at the dot and shook his head.
“Alcohol is okay.”
As the order was received, the clerk turned around and walked away as if running away, and the mad horse looked around and muttered in a small voice.
“······Because I’m on a mission.”
Gwangma was carrying out the mission of the leader of the Baekdo Martial Arts Alliance.
It was just an ordinary day of ordering food and waiting for it to arrive.