Genius Martial Arts Trainer Chapter 105

◈ Main character (1)

For the next four days, Mujin’s routine went similarly.

I trained martial arts at Shaolin’s Jeonggak and continued strength training at Cheonryu Sangdan Bunta.

Since the time was arranged in advance, Zhuge Jinhui would come visit each time.

If there is one thing that is unusual.

“Are you working out your lower body today too?”

“I’m ready. Monk Mujin.”

For some reason, both women seemed to be overly obsessed with lower body exercises.

It seemed like such a happy three days, but it was a bloody time somewhere. The Mujabae Sainbang visited the Murim Alliance after five days.

Today was the day when the Yongbong branch’s second round of preliminary examination was held.

After passing the entrance of the Murim Alliance after handing out their first preliminary round passing cards, the non-Japanese sign group headed to the training hall where the second round of preliminary round was taking place.

And near the training ground, I ran into Jegal Jinhee and Dang Somi, who had also come to this round of preliminaries.

“You came out early.”

“long time no see. Monk Mujin~!!!”

It was Zhuge Jinhui who greeted them in a calm tone and Tang Somi who was very cheerful.

Even though she was rejected like a knife last time, there wasn’t a single negative emotion on her face.

For Dang So-mi, Mu-jin was a person who aroused curiosity.

Jegal Jin-hee is an opponent who is more competitive than Namgung Jincheon, and he is a person who rejects the demands of a direct descendant of the Sicheondang family as if it were very natural.

To her, who was already curious, that cold rejection actually made her even more curious.

“Monk Mujin, with whom are you most looking forward to sparring in this competition?”

Naturally, Dang So-mi continued to talk to Mu-jin, whom she met after four days, and tried to get a little information about him in order to become even a little closer to him.

“If you have any chance of going out to martial arts after the competition, please come visit Sacheon at least once. “I will treat you properly.”

And it was Jegal Jinhee, not Mujin, who first got sick of his persistent courtship.

“Dang sojeo. Please do not make Monk Mujin uncomfortable ahead of the examination. I’m sure you didn’t do that to disturb Monk Mujin, right?”

“Ho ho ho. What are you saying? “Do you really think that Monk Mujin, whom Jinhee considers to be her natural rival, should just fail in this round of preliminaries?”

Zhuge Jinxi looked at each other with an expressionless expression as always, and Tang Somi with a cheerful smile.

Sparks were flying. A flame that only Mujin can recognize.

‘The youngest daughter of the Cheonryu Sangdan is also tired, so why even the woman of the Tang family?’

‘Looking at Sister Zhuge’s reaction, it doesn’t seem like she just sees her as a rival?’

Zhuge Jin-hee was slightly annoyed, and Tang So-mi, on the other hand, seemed to be becoming more and more interesting.

Zhuge Jinhui, who sensed an uneasy energy in Tang Somi’s eyes, suddenly turned his head and looked at Mujin.

“Monk Mujin. Instead of staying here like this, why don’t we hurry up and file for review?”

“I think it would be best to finish the screening quickly and return. “I have to practice today as well.”

“It’s good. “Let’s finish the screening together and then go back.”

Jegal Jinhee smiled softly at Mujin’s words. After she finished the screening, she thought of working out with Mujin /to/her mood got better.

Well, if you go there, you’ll have to fight with the youngest daughter of Cheonryu Sangdan again, but you’ll be able to get rid of Dangsomi right away.

Looking at Jegal Jinhee’s smile, Tang Somi said, ‘As expected!’ A thought came to mind.

Zhuge Jinxi, famous for her neat and elegant beauty, was a woman called ‘Musimhwa (無心華)’ because of her always expressionless face.

That kind of woman always had a smile on her face whenever she was with Mujin.

And the smile of that precious beauty was enough to capture the attention of those around her.

‘… … ‘Why is that woman with that wretched middle-aged man?’

Today /2nd round (this round)/ Hong So-il, a student of Hwasan School who came to judge, also had to see that smile.

Disciples of the Hwasan sect, who were closer to the secular world than shamans or Shaolin, often traveled around the central plains as pilgrims.

In the process, he also made acquaintances with later exponents of other schools of thought. In the past, Hong So-il also exchanged greetings with shamans and later exponents of the Zhuge Dynasty in Hubei Province.

And there, Hong So-il fell in love with Jegal Jin-hee’s appearance and her noble and sassy attitude.

He even felt a desire to conquer and break that woman’s arrogance.

It may be bizarre for a disciple of the Taoist sect to be greedy for a woman, but the Hwasan sect, unlike Shaolin or Shaman, allows marriage. There was nothing sinful at all.

For that reason, I was planning to approach her through this Yongbong branch.

Why is it that a woman who was so polite to herself is smiling so brightly at Taengjung of the Shaolin Temple?

Hong So-il, who for some reason did not like the situation, confidently approached them.

He thought that there was nothing to worry about, as he was a second-generation disciple of the Great Hwasan Sect and a plum blossom swordsman who had begun to learn the twenty-four plum blossom sword techniques.

“It’s been a while. “Jegal Jinhee, helper.”

In response to his sudden greeting, Zhuge Jinhui returned with a blank expression and accepted the greeting.

“Long time no see. Master Hong So-il.”

Hong So-il was even more upset by that greeting. Why is she who smiles at Daengjung, but is so cold towards herself?

However, it was a very dirty act to criticize or get angry at a woman for not smiling at him.

“ha ha ha. I think Monk Mujin was here too. “I thought you failed in the first preliminary round, so I didn’t recognize you.”

Hong So-il decided to disparage Mu-jin, who stole her smile.

“ah. It seems that Master Jegal Jinhee did not properly see the first round of the preliminary round by Monk Mujin. It was hard to believe that he was a disciple of Shaolin, who was called the Taesanbukdu of Wulin. ha ha ha.”

At Hong So-il’s absurd provocation, a wry smile appears on Mujin’s lips.

‘Look at this?’

Even if you can’t solve your own problems just because you can’t cut your own hair, you can easily find solutions to other people’s problems. Among them, love affairs are especially severe.

Just as Solo was the best at teaching love, Mujin also immediately sensed Hong So-il’s feelings.

‘I can’t believe a man called a Taoist monk is blind to women.’

Take a moment for a thought to come to mind. Mujin realized one important fact.

‘The Volcanic Clan is getting married!!’

Mujin was so lost in his thoughts that blood appeared on his forehead.

‘X suit. Thinking about it makes me angry. If the main character in Part 3 was a Hwasan Sect disciple, he wouldn’t have had to escape, right?

It is a volcano that exudes a more worldly atmosphere than the shaman of the same Taoist religion. I heard that marriage is allowed, and even eating meat and drinking is allowed only on special days.

After remembering that fact, I started to dislike Mujin even more about the volcano that I already thought of as my enemy.

So, right before Mujin moves to step on that guy from Daehoe High School.

Zhuge Jinxi opened his mouth first.

“This is truly pathetic.”

It felt like she had the same expressionless expression as usual, but there was more chill than usual in her voice.

However, Hong So-il interpreted her change in a positive sense.

“ha ha ha. you’re right. For a disciple of Shaolin, isn’t that really pathetic?”

“no. “The person I said was pathetic was not Monk Mujin, but Dojang Hong So-il.”

“… … What does that mean?”

“I said it was pitiful that they didn’t even have the ability to recognize the other person’s skills, but just laughed at them without thinking.”

Hong So-il’s face turned red as if it were going to explode at the blatant criticism of the woman he was in love with.

“Are you saying that I am less skilled than that monk?”

“That’s right.”

“How dare you insult a disciple of the Great Midwife. You will pay for that insult!”

Mujin almost burst out laughing at the sight of him playing drums and janggu alone, not because he was angry, but because he was so embarrassed.

Zhuge Jinhui must have felt the same way, and she also smiled.

It was her smile that Hong So-il wanted to see, but it was a little different from the one seen by Mu-jin.

Because it was blatant ridicule.

“If I’m wrong, then whatever Dojang Hong So-il asks. “Let me give you one.”

“… … “That promise must be kept.”

Hong So-il gritted his teeth and responded to the promise that Zhuge Jin-hee made with a sneer.

However, none of those present, except Muhyul, missed it.

The distorted desire contained in Hong So-il’s eyes while he was pretending to be angry.

“Jinhee unni. “Isn’t it dangerous?”

After Hong So-il left, Dang So-mi secretly asked Jegal Jin-hee. She was asking as if she was worried, but her eyes were filled with a look of fun.

“There is no way that Monk Mujin would be defeated by a swordsman of that caliber, so there is no need to worry.”

Mu-jin also joined in response to Zhuge Jin-hee’s bold answer.

“Well, it seems like it’s not just me, but also Jegal Jinhee’s lord. “I don’t think there will be any problems.”

Mujin and his party stopped paying attention to Hong So-il and had a long conversation as they finished registering for this round of preliminaries.

After that, how long did they have to talk while waiting for their turn to be judged?

The voice of an examiner shouting powerfully penetrated Mujin’s ears.

“Confucius Dowolcheon of the Thousand Island Gate! Please enter!”

Dowolcheon of Cheonseommun Gate.

That name was all too familiar to Mujin.

Mujin’s gaze unconsciously turned towards the direction from which the sound came, and the sight of a young monk heading to the training hall following the examiner’s name caught his eye.

Mujin. No, Choi Kang-hyuk’s favorite novel when he was a high school student, and the second part of the Ga-gyeong trilogy, The Tale of the Emperor’s Fall.

The person who was the protagonist of the battle of Sado’s defeat and who would become the number one Sapa emperor in the future was right there.

* * *

The main character.

It is an expression that refers to a character who leads a novel or play, but its original etymology comes from Buddhism and was a term meaning ‘a person who has attained enlightenment.’

Of course, Mujin did not know that the main character was a Buddhist term, but he learned it after spending six years at Shaolin Temple.

And of course, the main character of Part 2 of the novel, Do Wol-cheon, was not a person who succeeded in achieving enlightenment.

‘It was closer to Sura than to Buddhism… … .’

Mujin recalled his favorite novel, which he had read dozens of times during his school days.

The talent of Do Wol-cheon, who appears in the novel, was just average.

However, this did not mean that they were ordinary like ordinary people.

‘He was not a genius like Mu-gyeong or Cheongsu Dojang, but was just a talent at the level of an ordinary Shaolin three-generation disciple.’

And through this Yongbongjihoe, which is the starting point of the novel [The Story of the Emperor of Sado], Do Wol-cheon realizes that his talent is not that great. By witnessing true ‘geniuses’.

Do Wol-cheon humbly accepted that fact, returned to his hometown, and simply refined his family’s martial arts skills.

Then, the incident occurs.

The extinction of the family. That was the moment when Dowolcheon awakened.

To seek revenge, he went into the mountains and devoted himself to training for five years.

Do Wol-cheon knew that his talent was mediocre. Therefore, he gave up perfecting his family’s martial arts. Instead, he just endlessly dug into one herbivore.

And five years later, when he came down.

His sword, which was an ordinary martial arts weapon from a small and medium-sized school, was transformed into a divine skill that could not be blocked even if he knew it.

In exchange for gaining that divine power, he lost the comfort of being a human being.

The human body is not perfect. Depending on your habits, sleeping habits, and the way you live, it becomes distorted little by little.

Just as athletes practice a specific movement for a dozen years, their bodies change into a form specialized for that movement.

His body was also contorted into a deformed form that made it easier to swing the sword than to stand still.

He surpassed his own limitations by becoming a device for wielding the Tao rather than a human being.

‘I thought it was cool when I was young, but… … .’

Mujin, who had suffered a broken body, studied rehabilitation therapy and Pilates, and worked as a health trainer for ten years, now knew.

What a terrible act that is.

But that’s why Do Wol-cheon was Choi Kang-hyuk’s idol.

In a poor environment, without parents, and even his grandfather, one of the grandparents who raised him, had passed away.

Even though he was decimated and lacked talent, the sight of Do Wol-cheon overcoming his limitations through effort alone came as a great comfort to the young Choi Kang-hyuk.

Every time he struggled with his strength while working out to enlist in the special forces, or whenever his body reached its limit during training at the special forces training center, he remembered Do Wol-cheon and endured it.

‘I had forgotten about it for a while… … .’

After successfully enlisting in the special forces, I had forgotten about martial arts since I started to find stability in my life.

Although he was my idol as a child, he was merely the main character in a novel.

The moment I encountered such a person in person. Mujin was taking steps towards him without realizing it.

fantasy, martial arts, fusion,