Genius Martial Arts Trainer Chapter 2

◈ That’s not how exercise works (2)

“Hey. “You ignorant bastards who don’t know anything about sports!”

The moment Mujin shouted.

“… … .”

In the training hall, an eerie silence came.

“W-Mujin? “Why, what’s wrong?”

Through the silence, the worried voice of the monk who had woken Mujin up in the morning pierced his ears.

But Mujin could not soothe the child’s worries.

Young monks watching the training of fellow monks. This was because the great disciples of Shaolin Temple were shouting at Mujin with the expressions of demons and rascals, not like monks.

“Yes you guy!! “How dare you do that during training!”

“You’re making excuses like training is hard! Even after all that, you’re really a disciple of Shaolin!”

“Can’t you straighten your posture right now!!”

Even ordinary people tend to feel intimidated when they are scolded by a group. Even since the disciples of Shaolin Temple were young people who had learned martial arts, their shouts were implicitly full of energy.

It was a situation that would have made a weak person literally pee.

“Is it a sin to say something that is wrong is wrong?”

Mujin was not a man who would give in to such threats. Seven years in the special forces. For ten years, I have been working as a health trainer and dealing with real-life clients from time to time.

His life was too turbulent for him to cringe at the shouts of such young men.

The Lee Dae disciples who were shouting at his confident attitude looked at Mujin with an expression of bewilderment.

“Now that you are Shaolin’s disciple, are you saying that Shaolin’s training was wrong?”

When one of Lee Dae’s disciples stepped forward and asked, Mujin burst into laughter.

‘Wow, the dream is so real.’

Even the way the young man spoke and his attitude. Because all of those things really looked like something out of a martial arts magazine.

‘Then should I also speak in an old-fashioned tone, in line with martial arts?’

With that thought in mind, Mujin opened his mouth.

“If you exercise the same way as you do now, you will suffer severe damage to your knee cartilage when you get older.”

“It is nothing more than an excuse for the weak.”

“Isn’t it martial arts that the weak learn to control their mind and body? But weak people can’t learn it. “It is truly a contradictory story.”

Disciple Lee Dae, who had gone out of his way to scold Mujin, was momentarily speechless at Mujin’s remark. But fortunately, another disciple of Lee Dae stepped forward to help him.

“Our Shaolin martial arts have a different direction from the martial arts you mentioned. The reason we learn martial arts. “It is to refine oneself and reach the path of Buddhism.”

“Then, to put it the other way, does this mean that a person with a weak body should not approach the Buddhist path?”

“Well, that’s not it! “It means building spiritual discipline through penance!”

The disciple of Lee Dae, who was momentarily taken aback, shouted and argued, but before he knew it, a smile appeared on Mujin’s lips.

“Why do we have to reach Buddhism through asceticism?”

“The human mind is weak. When a difficult situation approaches, we tend to look for convenience and think of evil thoughts. “It is about cultivating your spirit through training to endure such situations.”

“If I do that, will I be able to reach Buddhism?”

“Yes.”

“It seems that the Buddhist path is a state that can be reached in just a day or two?”

“What kind of nonsense is that all of a sudden?”

“Isn’t that what the monk is saying now? He said that it was okay if his knees were broken because he had to cultivate his spirit through penance, which would mean that there was no need for penance when he was older. So, doesn’t that mean that he can eventually reach Buddhism before he gets old? “So then, the monk over there, has he done so little asceticism that he hasn’t yet become a Buddhist?”

Mujin is a middle-aged monk who oversees the entire training from the head table. When he pointed to the first disciple, Hyejeong, and asked, all of the second generation disciples had no choice but to keep quiet.

There were times when I fell victim to Mujin’s logic.

‘Well, what is that crazy guy talking about now!?’

A panic attack came over me in the current situation where I had dared to point a finger at a first-generation disciple who was about the age of a private student on the subject of an introductory disciple who was also a prospective third-generation disciple and a disciple.

And Mu-jin, who immediately covered the mouths of Lee Dae-dae’s disciples, was smiling with satisfaction.

This was the logic and verbal skills I had learned while managing members for ten years. Yes. Service work was not something everyone could do.

It was a pity that the current situation was such that he was only using his excellent speaking skills for dreams.

“Go!”

at that time. Hyejeong, the first disciple who was pointed at by a monk who was about the same age as Sason, roared a lion’s hooves and approached Mujin with bold steps.

“I heard your story well. As the great disciples of Lee said, martial arts generally learned in Buddhism are nothing more than tools to reach Buddhism. However, our Shaolin martial arts are different.”

“What is different?”

“The reason we learn martial arts is not simply for personal training. The reason we learn martial arts. It is to save living beings. This means that it is to protect sentient beings from the evildoers and demons who harass them.”

“Are you saying that in order to protect sentient beings, you do exercises that damage your knees like this?”

“Yes.”

Hyejeong, the first disciple, looked at Mujin with longing eyes. Although he was a monk, he was also a monk and a man with the important responsibility of training new disciples.

To him, such an introverted disciple could not help but be very scary. In particular, if this child was left alone, there was a risk that other monks around him would also be influenced by this child.

However, it was unseemly to directly scold a child who was Sason’s age, and it was not an attitude befitting a Buddhist disciple.

Hye-jeong, who had some experience, quickly thought of a plan and came up with a plan.

“So, if you truly believe that Shaolin’s training methods are wrong, prove it yourself.”

“How do you prove it?”

“If Shaolin’s training method is wrong, it means that you know the right training method. “Then, try defeating someone who has learned the Shaolin training methods with your own hands.”

Mujin burst into laughter again at Hyejeong’s words.

‘and. ‘I stepped on poop.’

Mujin felt it instinctively. A middle-aged monk was now standing in front of her. He was a typical old man. If logic doesn’t work, it’s just like trying to crush it with force.

And it may be unfortunate for that old monk, but Mujin was not one to be defeated by force.

He knew this because he had been through all the hardships of childbirth. The truth is that if you just tolerate it, the other person will take it lightly.

“Who can I win? Are you really saying that I can win a fight with a monk?”

“Hehehehe. No matter what I do, I can’t use my hands directly against a child. Of course, wouldn’t it be fair to fight with the same initiated disciple? “Mugung (無窮), come forward!”

Hye-jeong burst into empty laughter like a liberated monk, but contrary to her expression, the Mugung she sang was not at all a fair opponent.

Mujin was a child who had been at Shaolin Temple for less than a week, and Mugung was the oldest among the children here.

As if that wasn’t enough, it boasted a head that was larger than the other monks whose secondary s*xual characteristics had not yet begun.

‘and… … ‘How can a person called a monk be so cruel?’

Mujin, who was looking at the child named Mugung who stepped forward, burst into laughter again.

But a laugh is just a laugh. It didn’t suit his temperament to come all the way here and talk tail.

“Can we spar right now?”

Hyejeong shook her head as she looked at Mujin, who was not at all intimidated by the sight of a child who was one head taller than her.

“I know it’s not fair. Didn’t I tell you, prove that what you said is true? Since you said that Shaolin’s training methods are wrong, why don’t you spend seven days and nights improving your skills using the training methods that you think are correct and then spar with Mugung?”

It was truly a method befitting a political faction.

Although he was speaking as if he was considerate of the other person, his intention was to remove all excuses for the other person and suppress them so that they would not even be able to refute a response a week later.

In addition, it was also a warning message to the young disciple. It was intended to be moderately scary and make the student apologize first.

“We will do it.”

For Mujin, who thought this situation was a dream, it was a good story.

‘You reject authority and choose punishment. ‘Amitabha Buddha.’

Hye-jeong looked at Mu-jin’s confident face for a moment, then glanced at Mu-jin and headed to the head table again.

Is it because of Mujin’s unconventional behavior? Not only Hyejeong and Lee Dae disciples, but also the initiated disciples who were training together were looking at Mujin with displeased expressions.

“Start training again!”

“yes!”

As soon as Hyejeong’s instructions were given, the Lee Dae disciples who were assisting with the training each glared at Mujin once and then returned to their seats.

“Mujin. Why did you do that… … . Let’s apologize to Hyejeong and Sasukjo even now. huh?”

In an atmosphere where everyone was hostile to Mujin, only the young monk who woke him up in the morning was worried about him.

“No rules! “Concentrate!”

“yep!”

However, when Disciple Lee pointed out the child, Muhyul responded with a surprised voice and had no choice but to focus on training.

“Take Mabo again!”

Naturally, training resumed with a strange atmosphere created by Mujin.

In that awkward atmosphere.

“Whoa.”

Like other children, Mujin also took a posture with his legs spread shoulder-width apart, his knees bent, and his hips lowered.

That was the Mabo that everyone had been doing until now.

Of course, a small hint of arsenic appeared on the lips of everyone who was secretly watching what Mujin would do.

Only Hyejeong, who was deeply disciplined, kept a blank expression even as she thought, ‘As expected.’

Even when they saw Mujin straighten his knees again in a short period of time (10 times longer than a single meal) after taking Mabo, some of the fellow monks could not stand it and burst out laughing.

“Kick.”

I thought they made an excuse for not doing it because the training was difficult.

“Uh huh. “Who dares burst out laughing during training?”

Still, Hyejeong was a disciple of Buddhism and warned the disciples who ridiculed others.

“Seup.”

However, after hearing the ridicule, Mujin took a deep breath and bent his knees as if nothing had happened.

“Whoa.”

I straightened my knees again, raised my body, and let out the breath I had been holding.

What Mujin was doing was not Mabo. It was a squat.

Mujin concentrated his mind as much as possible and slowly repeated squats, trying to feel and stimulate each muscle fiber of the most important muscles, the gluteus maximus and quadriceps, as well as the erector spinae and semitendinosus.

“Whoa.”

And right after repeating it fifteen times, I took a moment to catch my breath and slightly rotated my knees to release them.

“???”

Only then did Hyejeong and the other students realize that something strange was going on.

“Use it.”

Well, either way, Mujin entered the second episode (set) with the attitude that he would do his job.

“Yes you bastard! “What are you doing during this sacred training session?”

As Mujin repeated the strange breathing technique by bending and straightening his knees 15 times again, the student of Lee University could not stand it anymore and shouted.

However, Mu-jin, who heard Lee Dae-dae’s shouting, just pointed at Hye-jeong with a sullen expression on his face.

“Didn’t you tell me to prove it? “Sasukjo told me to exercise in my own way for seven days and nights. Is it true that you are a higher rank than Hyejeong Sasukjo?”

“… … .”

In response to Mujin’s logical reply, the student from Lee University who had shouted looked at Hyejeong with a puzzled face.

Hyejeong sighed inwardly and allowed Mujin to act individually.

“A promise is a promise, so just leave it alone.”

“All right. “Sasuk.”

In the end, Mujin was granted immunity and began full-scale training with peace of mind.

In a situation where other children have been holding their feet for over a day, gritting their teeth to endure the pain in their trembling legs and throbbing knees.

“Seup.”

“Whoa.”

“Seup.”

“Whoa.”

The rhythm that came from Mujin’s strange breathing method was enough to completely blow the minds of the children.

“Uh-huh! “Don’t turn your head!”

As the children’s attention continued to focus on Mujin, Ewha University disciples started shouting.

“Seup.”

“Whoa.”

Of course, no matter what, Mujin was just concentrating on his own exercise.

After completing fifteen rounds of practice, Mujin relaxed his squat posture and caught his breath. His left leg was stretched out behind him and his right knee was bent.

It was a lunge posture.

This time too, he slowly concentrated his mind and corrected his posture.

Ignoringly bending and straightening your knees without focusing on your muscles was not exercise. It’s just knee abuse.

“her.”

Of course, the sight of Mujin doing strange things alone while others were dying trying to maintain the Mabo posture was especially noticeable.

‘You have to pretend not to see it.’

A situation where he had already promised to give seven days and nights with his mouth. Hyejeong had no choice but to pretend not to have seen Mujin’s antics.

‘I’ll see you in seven days and seven nights!’

Maybe he knew what Hyejeong was thinking, but every time he finished a set, Mujin would mumble in a low voice.

“Tsk. “That’s not how you exercise.”

“Oh my gosh, if you keep going like that, everything will go away.”

“Who is responsible for my knees that went out when I was young?”

Of course, those little words to herself sounded like thunder to Hyejeong’s ears, who had already reached a certain level.

“Namuami… … Tabouul.”

At some point, Hyejeong’s chanting, which she had only been reciting internally, began to come out of her mouth. With the sound of teeth grinding.

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