Genius Martial Arts Trainer Chapter 324

◈ Jeongmu Alliance (3)

Ryu Seol-hwa smiled faintly as she looked at Mu-jin, who now seemed much more relaxed than before.

“It’s getting late, I guess I should get up and go.”

“Yes. Please take a look, Lord Seolhwa.”

After exchanging brief greetings with Mujin, Ryu Seol-hwa said the last thing she had been holding back.

“Please give me strength so that Jeongmu Alliance can win. And most of all, please help Monk Mujin survive.”

With those words, she bowed with her hands together and left Mujin’s quarters.

* * *

The next morning.

Those who arrived in Honam Province first were waiting for the new members of Jongnam, Dangga, and Jegal Sega to join later, while they helped build the Meng or devoted themselves to their own training.

Mujin also wanted to start training, but Zhuge Wuhuan came to see him.

“What are you doing so early in the morning, Commander-in-Chief?”

Since the creation of the alliance was officially discussed, it was only natural that several positions would be created.

Although not all military units or positions had been reorganized yet, the position of Commander-in-Chief naturally went to Zhuge Wuhuan.

Now that he has taken over the military command of the newly-created Jeongmu Alliance, following the collapse of the Moorim Alliance, it seems likely that a man with such an unusual background will not appear in the Moorim Alliance for a while.

The man with such an unusual resume opened his mouth again today with a smile on his face.

“Now, there will be a lot of energetic warriors gathering here. Fist Emperor.”

When Zhuge Wuhwan called himself Emperor Kwon, Wu Jin felt goosebumps running down his spine without realizing it.

‘… … Will I get used to this nickname after some time?’

Otherwise, Mujin was anxious that a more serious nickname might appear later.

“Ahem. I know that, but you came here to remind me of it in case I forgot?”

“I came here to tell you more precisely.”

As he spoke, Zhuge Wu-hwan folded his debts and made a motion to strike them one by one as if they were some kind of paper hanging in the air.

“The martial artists of Shaolin, Mudang, Jongnam, Jegal, and Tangga will gather here. Also, those martial artists from the past Martial Arts Alliance who have decided to join us will also come here. In addition, countless martial artists from all over the Central Plains will also flock here.”

Looking at Mujin’s expression as if he was asking another story that everyone already knew, Jegal Mu-hwan unfolded his folded fan and spoke.

“And to lead these people who are no different from a mess, you need a focal point.”

“… … If it’s the center, isn’t the leader already here?”

“Hahaha. Originally, a king does not go to the battlefield. If the king falls, then everything will end. The focal point I am talking about is not the focal point of ‘decision-making.’ I am talking about the focal point on the battlefield.”

“Are you talking about a commander? Like a general?”

“It’s a little different. The strategy will be decided by me or the soon-to-be-formed military council. The focal point of the battlefield that I’m talking about is a ‘general’ that everyone can trust and follow. In other words, to put it simply, a hero is needed. A hero that soldiers can trust and follow, saying, ‘If you follow that man, you can win. You can survive.’”

From advice to heroes. Mujin frowned as the story continued to make his hands and feet curl up.

If someone else said it, it would be a compliment, but for some reason, when Zhuge Wuhwan said it, it seemed like he was aiming for something.

“So, are you asking me to be that hero?”

“Hahaha. You don’t have to be a hero.”

“???”

Jegal Mu-hwan pointed to the folded fan again towards Mu-jin, who had a puzzled expression.

“You’re already a hero. At the age of just a few, you’re an unparalleled genius who single-handedly defeated the leader of the Murim Alliance and the man known as the King of Fist. A brave general who single-handedly defeated the combined attacks of the elders of the Ami faction, Cheongseong faction, and the Jeomchang faction and led the battle to victory. That’s how the world sees Kwon Je.”

“… … .”

Mujin, who was momentarily speechless by the endless stream of compliments, let out a deep sigh and asked.

“Let’s stop talking nonsense here. So what do you want from me?”

“It’s simple. If Kwonje is the one everyone sees as a hero, then from now on, all the young warriors who come here will have no choice but to follow him. We plan to select the young warriors who come to the mine and create a military unit, so Kwonje should take on the position of the leader of that military unit.”

After resigning from the position of leader, the position of commander of the armed forces awaited him.

Moojin sighed and said, feeling that it would be difficult to refuse this time.

“What would I do there? If it involves dividing the members into groups or devising strategies and tactics, then it’s not something that suits me.”

“You don’t have to worry. Hehe. I also know that His Majesty Kwon is not good at using his head.”

“… … .”

I couldn’t tell if this guy was here to recruit me or to slander me.

Whether or not Mujin made a bewildered expression, Jegal Mu-hwan continued speaking with his characteristic expression.

“However, since you have excellent intuition and determination, you are more than capable of being a ‘field commander’ rather than a ‘soldier.’ Also, there is only one thing we ask of Kwon-je. He just needs to unite the young, disorganized warriors of different backgrounds into one.”

“It’s easy to say, but how can we unite as one?”

At Mujin’s stony reaction, Jegal Mu-hwan shrugged his shoulders slightly.

“Well, you could gather some young warriors and have a drinking party, or you could have Kwonje give them some advice on martial arts or help them train. Kwonje’s reputation is already well-known throughout the Central Plains, so there will be many who would value a word of advice from him as valuable as gold.”

“Hmm.”

Mujin was lost in thought for a moment.

‘It doesn’t seem like a drinking party, since people will keep flocking in for a while.’

In a situation where he needs to improve his skills to deal with Shincheon, he can’t just drink alcohol or do perm for several days in a row.

“Ah. By the way, didn’t you say that warriors from Jongnam and Jegal’s side would come soon? Does that mean they will also come under me?”

“Yes. The young drones are planning to do so, but is there anything that is inconvenient?”

Wu Jin shook his head at Zhuge Wu Huan’s words.

“I meant it was better.”

There are guys who come to me on their own two feet who I can use as teaching assistants.

* * *

Jang Han-seong.

He was a young martial artist from Sanggo County, Gangseo Province.

He was the second son of the Hogeommun (虎劍門) family, a long-standing tradition in Sanggo-hyeon. He devoted himself to training in martial arts during the day, and enjoyed drinking with young friends from the nearby school in the evening, discussing the future of martial arts.

Then, by chance, he happened to see a certain poster.

It was a poster announcing the establishment of a new alliance to drive out the Sado League and Sapa forces that were causing chaos in the Central Plains.

And Jang Han-seong gladly prepared himself and headed towards Dongjeongho Lake in Honam Province.

The reason was simple. The determination to punish the vile Sapa bastards burned in his heart, and above all, there was authority there.

A giant who, despite being the same age as himself, is already considered one of the best in the Central Plains.

Jang Han-seong, who set out to find Dongjeongho with an excited heart, was able to arrive at the Jeongmu Alliance building before long.

There, a screening process was underway to select members, and Jang Han-seong was able to pass the screening process without difficulty.

‘As expected. My skills are enough to be used here as well.’

He was brimming with pride.

Having been born and raised in Sanggo-hyeon, my worries that I might be a frog in a well disappeared like snow melting away after I passed the entrance exam.

But, a few days later.

When he, who had passed the examination for membership, visited the Political Alliance on the day of the official assembly, he could easily realize that his thoughts were arrogant.

Scattered unmanned troops, dressed in unified attire, just like themselves.

He thought as he looked at the people in similar situations as himself, who had probably come from each region.

‘… … They are all not easy.’

In terms of the atmosphere and momentum felt, there were only a few people who were considered inferior to him.

But what was more serious than that were those wearing uniforms.

Shaolin, shaman, Jongnam, Jegal, Tangga.

The warriors of his age, each wearing their own unique uniforms, all had an air of strength greater than his own.

At a time when Jang Han-seong was intimidated by their momentum.

Thud. Thud.

With heavy footsteps, a new figure entered the training ground.

Naturally, everyone’s eyes were on him.

‘… … I don’t feel any special momentum?’

Although he felt a strong power from his rock-like muscles, in the end, martial arts are all about internal energy. Jang Han-seong didn’t feel like he was a master.

However, contrary to Jang Han-seong’s sentiments, he walked up to the top seat with a confident gait and opened his mouth in a voice full of deep inner strength.

“It’s nice to meet you. I am Mujin of Shaolin, the leader of the Shinsungdae (新星隊), the armed forces of the Jeongmu Alliance that you will be joining from today.”

“!!!”

Jang Han-seong looked at Mu-jin with a surprised face. And most of those who did not know Mu-jin’s true identity showed similar reactions.

‘That guy is the one who recommended it?’

I didn’t feel any special momentum. However, when I think about it, the inner strength contained in the voice just now was truly magnificent.

‘They say that when the level difference is big, you can’t gauge your opponent, and I guess that’s true.’

While Jang Han-seong was thinking about that, Mu-jin spoke again with all his might.

“As your commander, I plan to lead your training, but since each of you has learned different martial arts, I plan to focus more on external skills than internal skills.”

Jang Han-seong looked regretful at Mu-jin’s words.

I thought it was a chance to learn from a great master, but it was only external training.

“evil!!”

“All right!!”

But what the heck.

From the Jongnam faction and Jegal family, who were thought to be the best, loud shouts erupted one after another.

When Jang Han-seong turned around in surprise, everyone was looking at Kwon-je with eyes full of anticipation.

‘……what?’

While Jang Han-seong was feeling puzzled, Kwon-je opened his mouth again.

“Since there are so many people gathered here, we will assign assistants to ensure smooth guidance.”

As soon as Mujin finished speaking, the disciples of Jongnampa flew away as if they had planned it in advance.

“evil!!”

With an unidentified scream.

As the disciples of Jongnampa spread out and took their places throughout the training ground, Kwonje continued speaking.

“Once the master demonstrates and explains the postures for external training, the disciples of the Jongnam faction, who are serving as assistant instructors, will demonstrate the same. You should watch the postures of the Jongnam faction assistant instructors and imitate their postures.”

“evil!!!”

When Jongnampa shouted a similar cry again, Kwonje frowned.

“Ahem. Assistants. Today is a ‘normal’ training, so there is no need to unify your answers with ‘evil.’”

“Training is like fighting! Fighting is like training!”

“Whether it’s training or actual combat, I’ll endure it with evil and brutality! Evil!!”

“… … .”

At the loud shouts of the Jongnampa disciples, Kwonje lowered his head.

Mujin let out a deep sigh without anyone noticing and continued with the training as if he had given up.

“Today is the first day, so I’ll teach you how to train your lower body and core, which are the most important for a warrior.”

Mujin taught movements centered on bare-body exercises using sandbags that he had prepared around the table in advance.

Because the training schedule was decided on hastily, they did not have enough iron prepared to accommodate the hundreds of young unmanned personnel still here.

However, since Shaolin had already taught several bodyweight exercises using a slingshot, there were endless movements to teach.

And when Mujin demonstrates the movements.

“evil!!”

The disciples of Jongnampa, who were located everywhere, imitated the movements and screamed strangely without fail.

However, when the training actually began, it wasn’t just Jongnampa who was strange.

“I am!”

“I’m happy!!”

Every time he bent and straightened his legs, Jegal Se-ga would make a strange noise as well.

“I am!”

“evil!”

“I’m happy!”

“evil!!”

Jang Han-seong looked around with a bewildered expression at the fantastic duet created by Jongnampa and Jegalseaga.

‘… … Does this really have any meaning?’

Jang Han-seong, who came to Seoul with endless expectations, began to fear that he had made the wrong choice.

Fantasy, Wuxia, Fusion,