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Taejonbirok Volume 28, Episode 8
Chapter 149: Laziness, Confronted (3)
“Master.”
"why?"
“Master.”
“Why, Inma!”
“…….”
Wi Yeon-ho pouted. "People can call people, right? Why would you get so upset just because I called you twice?"
“Well, maybe I can call you.”
“Who would feel good about being called out to by a dark-skinned man who isn’t even a beauty?”
“Master.”
"why?"
“Have you ever thought that Master might have no friends?”
“Haven’t you tried it?”
“…….”
Baek Mu-han snorted.
"Tsk tsk, that's not why I don't have any close friends. It's because there's no one in the world who would dare call themselves my close friends. Do you think I could even mention someone who can't even lift a single sword to my name as my close friend's child? I have absolutely no intention of becoming friends with such pathetic creatures."
That's why I don't have any friends.
He had a lot to say, but Wei Yanhui didn't bother to say it out loud. After all, he, too, had no friends.
“I have a question.”
"what?"
“Master’s inner sanctum was here.”
"yes."
“So, did Master pass away here?”
Taaak!
Wi Yeon-ho grabbed his head.
“No! What did I do wrong!”
“I just threw it out because I was annoyed. Why?”
“……That could be the case.”
Wei Yanhu's teeth chattered. But there was no one in the world who could express dissatisfaction at the sight of his master's fist being raised quietly.
Baek Mu-han clicked his tongue and answered.
“I didn’t die here.”
"sure?"
“He must have gone somewhere else and died.”
“Where?”
"I don't know."
"……yes?"
“I said I don’t know.”
Wi Yeon-ho's eyes narrowed.
"There are countless incompetents in the world, but this one is truly unique. He doesn't know where he died…"
Wi Yeon-ho rolled on the floor and dodged a fist flying towards his head.
“Huh? Damage?”
"Hehe! Don't think I'm always getting beat up! After three years of being beaten up, it's time to get away!"
Baek Mu-han raised his fist in annoyance, then chuckled. After three years of being beaten, it was time to get away.
"As I've said before, I can't say I'm the complete Baekmuhan. I'm a being separated from Baekmuhan. I can say I'm Baekmuhan, but I don't know what happened after I left this cave."
“That’s strange. Two people existed at the same time.”
"From my perspective, yes. But Baek Muhan probably didn't think that way. From his perspective, I'm just a fragment of his inner world. It's like a clone of a part of himself."
“Hmm.”
Wi Yeon-ho scratched his head. It was a difficult story.
“Even if it is only a part, if Master knows all of the Baekmuhan up to that point, then wouldn’t it be possible to say that it is the complete Baekmuhan, except that it lacks a physical body?”
“If that’s what you say, then yes. But that’s not it.”
"yes?"
Baek Mu-han chuckled.
"Even Baek Muhan, it's impossible to fully capture the essence of a human being. Therefore, while I may fully understand Baek Muhan's ignorance, I can't capture everything about him. My memory is incomplete, and I don't fully grasp what he was thinking."
“Hmm.”
Baek Mu-han shrugs.
“Well, it wouldn’t be hard to catch you with that.”
“……It’s not ‘teaching’?”
“Oh, what did I say?”
Wi Yeon-ho stuck out his lips.
'That's the real intention, that's it.'
It was clear that Baek Mu-han was gaining vitality in life by beating him.
“Anyway, I don’t know where Baek Mu-han went after leaving here. Maybe… well, he went looking for a place to die.”
“A place to die?”
"Yes. Baek Mu-han was dying. That's why he wanted to die after making his final arrangements."
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"ah!"
Wi Yeon-ho tilted his head as if he didn't understand.
“But even though his martial arts skills have reached such a high level, he dies so young?”
"If I had forced myself to live, I could have lived a few decades longer. But what would be the point? Forcing myself to prolong a life with nowhere to go and nothing more to do isn't natural."
“……That’s not like what you said, Master.”
“Isn’t that like me?”
“No, Master, even if death comes, I think you’ll chase it away.”
Baek Mu-han chuckled.
"That's not wrong. But there was no need for that at the time. I had to accept what needed to be accepted. Anyway, I probably would've gone somewhere no one knew about. I would've wanted to die alone. Without leaving a trace in the world."
“Hmm.”
“……What a pitiful thing.”
"yes?"
Baek Mu-han said with a slightly awkward expression.
“Didn’t you want to be alone until the moment you die?”
"to……."
Baek Mu-han shook his head.
"Until the very end, he probably died without even feeling lonely. He must have felt that dying alone was dignified and complete."
“Master, are you different?”
“He is me, and I am him. What difference is there? Only….”
Wi Yeon-ho quietly closed his mouth.
I can tell by the feeling. Now is not the time to interrupt Master.
"From birth, a person's life is half-determined. However, their future thoughts may change depending on what they experience."
Baek Mu-han looked at Wi Yeon-ho with eyes full of warmth.
“So you too have to go through a lot.”
“……Me too?”
"Don't aim solely at perfection as a warrior. More important is not your life as a warrior, but as a human being. Don't strive to be someone everyone looks up to, but someone everyone envies."
Wei Yanho scratched his head.
“I don’t really understand what you’re saying.”
“You will know someday.”
Baek Mu-han smiled with the gentlest smile.
Wei Yanhu could not forget that smile for a long time.
* * *
That is not the appearance of Baek Mu-han.
Because the interest is on the body of the coral.
but…….
Wi Yeon-ho already knew. He knew it.
That one expression, that one gesture.
It's all so familiar. A familiarity unlike anything I've ever experienced before. No matter how hard I try to deny it, I can't.
“You already know that I am Baek Muhan.”
“…….”
“You must have felt friendly?”
Cheonma laughs as if he finds it funny.
"Friendliness, familiarity, similarity. Whatever you want to call it, it's fine. It's a familiarity completely different from the one I felt in Mangeom Baekga. It's like looking at branches that grew from the same root. Isn't that right?"
"I am!"
When Wei Yanho couldn't decide what words to use to deny it, Cheonma continued speaking calmly.
“I felt it.”
“…….”
Cheonma looked at Wi Yeon-ho with a gentle face.
"I felt a kindred spirit toward you. At first, I thought it was just this body's feelings, extending to me. Funny. A body is just a body. It can't possibly have feelings. The feelings I felt for you weren't this body's, they were entirely mine."
"shut up."
"Do you know what it means to me to be a kin? I no longer have a kin. For me, a kin is something I can no longer possess, and even if I did, I would feel nothing but guilt. It's forbidden. But I feel the same feelings toward you as I do toward a kin."
“Shut up!”
He screamed until his throat was ripped open, but his screams didn't change anything. The Heavenly Horse was still looking at him with amusement.
“How strange.”
Even though he is a genius, he has an expression on his face that says he never expected this kind of situation.
“So, I have a question….”
“…….”
“How does it feel to see me ‘again’?”
How is it?
Wi Yeon-ho laughed.
How can I possibly describe this feeling in words?
How can I express this feeling, as if all the blood in my body is rushing to my head and my soul is being torn to shreds?
Cheonma nodded as he looked at Wei Yanho, who was glaring at him with eyes that seemed to want to kill him.
“Yes, I see. That’s a negative.”
Meeting a disciple he never thought he would have was a new experience for Cheonma as well.
But that's it.
Nothing changes.
There is only one thing he has to do now.
"It's been quite a journey. If I had known what you possessed still existed in this world, I wouldn't have gone through all this trouble. Now you possess what I thought was lost and never to be found again."
“…….”
“Hand it over to me.”
Wei Yanho's face was distorted.
“My inner self, what I have lost, my ignorance… it’s all there. It’s mine.”
Wei Yanhu grabbed Mingchi.
It's clear what Cheonma wants: the Baekmuhan's inner sac within his stomach.
But I can't pass it up.
If this is passed, the Heavenly Demon will be perfected. That means the destruction of the world. And even if passing the inner divination doesn't lead to the destruction of the world, that's the same thing.
Wei Yanho had no intention of giving up on this matter.
'Yours?'
No way.
This is what Baek Muhan left him. It's not something someone named Baek Muhan could dare touch.
Then there is only one thing that Wi Yeon-ho must do.
Wi Yeon-ho raised his white sword and aimed it at Cheonma.
The devil's eyes narrow slightly.
“Are you going to oppose me?”
"then?"
“You’re foolish.”
Cheonma shook his head.
"If you're my disciple, you should know my might better than anyone. You should know that opposing me is meaningless."
Wi Yeon-ho raised the corners of his mouth.
If it's Baek Muhan, then yes.
If it's Baek Muhan.
Even if there were a hundred or a thousand Wei Yanhus, they would not be able to defeat Baek Muhan.
but…….
“You are not a master.”
“…….”
"Master is neither petty nor sly like you. If Master saw you now, he'd behead you in disgust."
The devil's eyes slightly distorted.
It was a trivial remark, but it was clear that it had upset Cheonma's feelings.
“Fool.”
Cheonma shook his hand.
“You don’t think that the closeness I felt toward you really came from you, do you?”
"That's right. My master was a man obsessed with his own self-awareness. He wouldn't be the type of person to feel affinity for someone of similar learning."
If Cheonma felt a sense of familiarity, it was the inner altar inside Wi Yeon-ho's stomach.
Before meeting Wi Yeon-ho, Baek Mu-han was a person who only knew how to love himself.
"If you will surrender your inner self and submit to me, I will once again accept you as my disciple. Then I will grant you the right to rule a world without me."
Wi Yeon-ho picked up his ear.
“I understand one thing.”
“……What are you talking about?”
"I can't admit you're my master, but I know we started from the same place. Judging by the nonsense that comes out of his mouth every time he opens his mouth."
“…….”
The face of the Cheonma was distorted in an ugly way.
“I guess it’s good.”
A black magical energy emanated from the Cheonma's entire body.
“It wouldn’t be a bad idea to cut open your stomach and take it out!”
Wi Yeon-ho, looking at the surging magic, grabbed his sword with extremely sunken eyes.