Episode 74: Trust your senses.
“These days, I’m looking for soldiers.”
My meeting with Sima Ming today was to say this.
“Am I not enough?”
I laughed and responded to Sima Ming’s joke.
“Aren’t your father and I just greedy people? My father will never share Sima Junnim with me. “You know this well, my father, right?”
Sima Ming dismissed the answer with a smile.
“So I went to see the soldier for advice. “I wanted to ask what type of soldier I should seek.”
For a moment, Sima Ming was silent as he fiddled with his wine glass. Although he looks calm, his mind must be spinning quickly.
How far should I tell you from the intention of my visit? What effect will the repercussions of what you have said have on you, the school, or the succession battle? All kinds of thoughts are probably being sorted out in his head.
I don’t know anything about good military conditions. However, I know this fact from experience.
A good soldier ultimately makes good choices.
As far as I know, Sima Ming was a better soldier than anyone else, so he will definitely give the right answer.
He finished his thoughts when he took another drink and I refilled his glass.
Sima Ming asked me with a meaningful look.
“Aren’t your worries already over?”
This question had important meaning. I could tell. Sima Ming already knows about the existence of the shackled man. He even knows that he is the person I have in mind.
This is what he said to me now.
―Do you think of that person from Pungcheongyo as a soldier?
Maybe it’s natural. There was no way that Sima Ming, the commander-in-chief, did not know about the shackled man who served as a soldier for Pungcheon Bridge.
These days, I was going in and out of the Pungcheon religious leader’s residence under the pretext of a theft incident, and when I suddenly met him like this and said that I wanted to save the military, I must have thought of him.
“Some people are concerned, but I’m not sure yet.”
He would never answer if I asked him directly, so I asked with my eyes.
-Can I have him as my soldier?
Sima Ming stared at me and did not answer. Now was the moment to say the most important words of today’s meeting.
“Winning someone is something no one can be sure about. Because results come only after a long process. So trust your intuition for now.”
Trust your intuition.
It was ordinary advice that anyone could give.
But now this advice had a different meaning. He knew that I had the man in shackles in mind, but he told me to trust my instincts, so in the end, he advised me to take him.
If the shackled man was someone who would harm our school, he would never have said this. It means a person whose ability is recognized by Sima Ming.
Although Sima Ming was not my person, he was at least a person full of loyalty to the school. I have the potential to become a Heavenly Demon, but I wouldn’t recommend it to just anyone.
“Yes, I will trust my intuition.”
When I raised my glass, Sima Ming nodded once and gave a lively toast.
Today he just told me to trust my intuition.
He was free from any accusations that his father or Majon might have later made about recommending the shackled man to me. It’s the same even for me. I can’t ask why I recommended him. Sima Ming just told him to trust his intuition and did not recommend him.
We drank for two full hours.
We talked about all kinds of things, but Sima Ming was not at all distracted and did not make a single mistake.
* * *
Several days passed.
On the surface, it was just like any other day, but it was a few days filled with all kinds of scheming and politics among the Magons.
And today finally became the fateful day.
“They must be voting right now.”
I nodded at Seo Dae-ryong’s words.
“I guess so.”
Currently, the next Mazon is being decided through a meeting of Mazon.
It was unknown whether Hyeolcheon Doma or Ilhwageomzon persuaded the other mazons. I didn’t go and ask them separately, and they didn’t come and tell me either.
“Are you involved in this matter as well?”
I nodded obediently.
“I’m your right hand man, but aren’t you upset because there are a lot of things you don’t know about?”
“No, I don’t want you to know forever. I never get upset about being excluded from these things. So please proceed without my knowledge. “It’s okay to hear rumors the next day and find out that Mr. Gakju has done martial arts work!”
“You’re such a funny person, but when you first met me, you pretended to be dark, right?”
“Now I’m confused too. “What kind of person am I?”
“Bright is better. “She’ll like it better too.”
“You mean her?”
“The junior you like.”
“Even I forgot about her?”
Seo Dae-ryong nodded, as if he had given up denying it.
“Thanks to you, Lord, we will get married.”
“To do that, you have to eat first. “Let’s talk about eating together.”
“What should a busy person do?”
“What does eating have to do with being busy? If you have that kind of burden from the beginning, nothing will work out. “I just have to approach him as someone I can comfortably see often.”
I felt Seo Dae-ryong’s eyes sparkle slightly.
“What difference does it make if I see you often?”
“If you look at it often, things change. Instead, you shouldn’t be someone who is too comfortable. This is the most important. “Don’t look easy!”
“What should I do to not look easy? Should I strain my eyes?”
“oh my god!”
As I sighed, Seo Dae-ryong quickly spoke.
“I’m joking. I’m joking.”
“It’s sadder because I know it’s not true.”
“I’m not that insensitive.”
The truth could not be revealed. A subordinate ran in and reported the voting results.
“The results are in.”
“What happened?”
“There is a draw.”
“tie? “There are seven mazons, so how can there be a draw?”
“It is said that one Mazon abstained.”
“Oh, there was also abstention.”
It is not known to the outside world who the Mazon voted for and where. Perhaps one of Hyeolcheon Doma and Ilhwa Geomzon was only able to persuade half of them.
“so?”
“It is said that the decision was made by the Japanese disciples and the three disciples dancing to see if they would win. “We’ll start tomorrow.”
“This is what happens in the end.”
It may not have been my intention, but I ended up making a decision to do it. Rather, it was a good decision for Seo Hwan-jin. There will be no backlash if the person with superior skills sits in the mazon seat.
When the subordinate who reported left, Seo Dae-ryong asked.
“Who do you think will win?”
“Why do you ask?”
“I’ll go to that street and gamble. “When Park Bong’s life is like this, he turns his life around.”
“Bet all your money on Cheongseon!”
“Why the three disciples?”
“I’m not betting on the three disciples. I’m betting on the Pungcheon religious leader. No, more accurately, it is betting on the desperation of the Pungcheon cult leader. He won’t let his student lose. Where?”
“I’m going to mortgage my house!”
Seo Dae-ryong opened the door and walked out, then stopped.
“Aren’t you going to stop me?”
“Because you won’t gamble anyway.”
“How do you know?”
“People who gamble are looking for a quick win and don’t think about changing reality like you do.”
Seo Dae-ryong grinned and closed the door.
“I’m really going. “I’m going to strain my eyes and go eat.”
I walked to the window.
Soldiers were busy coming and going in the dusk of the training ground. Each organization that heard the voting results will be paying attention to the results tomorrow.
It’s important for Cheongseon to win, but what’s more important to me are Hyeolcheon Doma and Ilhwa Geomzon. If it weren’t for them, I wouldn’t have been able to come this far.
‘Thank you, seniors.’
* * *
The next day, a secret dance took place.
The Seven Magons and his subordinates, Seohwanjin’s magicians, all gathered around the non-stage. This match was so that even those under the direct command of the Magons could watch it, so I and the leader of the Pungcheon Church sat down. However, my father did not attend.
The Japanese emperor Yang Yang and the three disciples Cheongseon stood on the non-stage.
At their appearance, the Seohwanjin magicians erupted in cheers.
Although they were still far behind the dead Soul Mazon, they were the next Mazon who would lead Seohwanjin in the future. Seo Hwan-jin’s fate will depend on what kind of person he becomes.
Will Yang Yang, who was previously strong, win, or will Cheongseon, who learned martial arts from the leader of Pungcheon, win?
It was expected that Yang Yang would win by a ratio of seven to three. Although Cheongseon became a disciple of the Pungcheon cult, the time to learn martial arts was too short.
Neither Yang Yang nor Cheongseon had been taught space-time transformation techniques, so we were able to watch them fight. If it weren’t for that, it would have been a boring fight. The two people must have disappeared from sight at the same time and only appeared after the winner or loser was decided.
There was no polite greeting between the two.
“Cowardly bitch. “The bitch who sold out her master.”
“If you bring up Master now, you are selling out Master. “You stupid executioner.”
The dance began with cold swear words. The two men knew that it was a fight that depended on their lives, so they did not show any mercy.
The black smoke brought about by Yang Yang covered Cheongseon, and her soul-searching techniques invaded Yang Yang’s mind. A ghostly cry was heard and a ghostly wind blew.
A black monster came out from the floor and tried to drag the opponent in, and a red hand came out of the air and tried to pull out the opponent’s head.
Even though it was a fight between the disciples and not the Majon, it was more intense and powerful than expected. Everyone was surprised because they had no expectations.
Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwak!
The earth shook with a roar, and thunder was heard from the dry sky.
The demons who were watching were in despair as they thought this.
How on earth do you stop that method?
Just by looking at the fight between these disciples, you could see why the sect regarded the Subsoul Mazon as the most picky. A series of methods popped up that I didn’t know how to deal with.
Everyone held their breath.
Even if they failed their memorization or rolled around on the floor, no one ignored them.
A black evil spirit came out and hit me instead, and even as I rolled around on the floor, my hand was emitting demonic energy. Blood melting the floor covered the opponent, and a haze tried to tear off the opponent’s arms.
They used every method they could, and the fight was desperate and cruel. It didn’t seem strange to bite off the other person’s neck. The magicians who were watching were overcome with passion.
And at some point!
The loud noise that had been heard throughout the fight stopped.
When the gray smoke that swirled around the two people disappeared, they were seen standing facing each other.
Everyone could tell. That the fight is finally over. I still didn’t know who won.
The first person to speak was Yang Yang.
“What is the final tactic?”
“A special move I learned from my new master.”
“I knew from a young age that you… were such a double bitch.”
“Then I understand. “I will become a better soul mazon than my late master.”
Cheongseon left him standing and walked to the place where the magicians were gathered. She spoke to them in a bright voice.
“That’s why our Seo Hwan-jin will become the best among Palmas!”
The moment she finished speaking.
Papa pa pa paak!
Blood spurted out like a fountain from the mouth, nose, and ears of the Japanese imperialist. I fell to the floor with every single blood vessel in my body cut off.
There was silence for a moment because it was unexpected that Cheongseon would brutally kill the Japanese. A shout that shook the place for a moment erupted.
Wow!
Cheongseon slowly walked to where the Seven Majons were sitting.
She politely bowed down.
“Greetings, this is Cheongseon.”
Those who voted for her were laughing, while those who did not vote for her were frozen.
Hyeolcheondoma stood up and shouted as a representative.
“Seo Hwan-jin’s new owner has been born!”
Everyone cheered at his shout.
It was the moment when a new soul mazon was born.
Cheongseon looked at the leader of Pungcheon and greeted him with a respectful hug.
Next, he looked at me and said hello.
But she didn’t even glance in Saujong’s direction.
Saujong looked very disappointed, as if he had secretly expected a passing glance. At some point, his life was not going as planned.