Chapter 75 – Let’s Have a Meal (2)

In the end, I came heavily inside Eun So-young’s pussy until dawn.

To be honest, I had the energy to keep going until sunrise, but I could tell Eun So-young was feeling tired, so I let her sleep.

Although the energy circulation technique is a panacea for physical recovery, it can’t completely solve the problem of sleep deprivation.

I can stay up all night, but getting at least an hour of sleep is still better for feeling refreshed.

“Phew…”

Since there was nothing to do in the early morning, I practiced my martial arts.

As I released my energy in order and practiced, I imagined a virtual enemy in my mind.

My inner energy flowed through the meridians of the Taiji Yin and Yang, and it became a powerful force that poured out.

The Zephyr followed, piercing through the air, and I aimed at every possible spot where the virtual enemy could dodge.

When the enemy could no longer dodge, I faced the Zephyr head-on and blocked it, then aimed at the enemy and released my power.

The structure of Taiji Yin and Yang is often designed for fighting against enemies.

For example, in the twelve movements of the Taiji, the Hyeoncheonjangbeop (玄天乾坤) technique lightly forces the opponent to move to the left or right.

The Hyeoncheonilchu (玄天一鎚) technique is designed to deliver a more powerful attack in a narrower range.

By practicing the movements in order, it becomes easier to subdue the opponent.

“But if I face the opponent head-on, I’ll be in trouble.”

That’s the advantage of understanding the opponent’s martial arts.

Even the members of different sects study the martial arts of other sects to some extent.

Although they may not be able to imitate the flow of energy in their bodies, they know how to respond to the opponent’s movements.

“But what about my martial arts?”

If I get caught by the master, I’ll die, and of course, I won’t be able to leave any data. The master wouldn’t do something like a friendly match.

As long as I don’t get caught by the sword saint, my martial arts have no data, so I can have an advantage in the Guryongjaengpae compared to other competitors.

My goal is to be the best in the world, so I don’t want to lose to Hwang Bo-gang and that’s why I lied to Hwang Bo-hyeon.

“But if I can get better results, that would be great.”

There are probably guys who are perfect masters despite being not much older than me. I’ve always heard that.

It’s probably difficult to beat those guys.

“At least I have to beat a first-class opponent.”

In the six vacant spots, I planned to at least get third place, or at least fourth place.

As I was practicing my martial arts, I could feel the dawn approaching.

I paused my training and took a moment to catch my breath and replenish my energy.

“I guess I should go now.”

The guesthouse where the master was staying. If he has a destination in mind, there’s a good chance he’ll leave as soon as dawn breaks.

I know that trying to catch him might have the opposite effect, but I should at least say hello.

I mixed in some divine energy and ran lightly towards the garden.

As expected.

The master was already dressed in a perfectly prepared outfit, ready to hit the road since early morning.

His disheveled hair seemed to have been tidied up quite a bit, but seeing how dry it was, did he use his energy to dry it?

“Good morning, master. Did you rest well?”

I bowed my head and greeted him, and the master also returned the greeting with a nod.

“Good morning, Siju.”

His face was hidden behind his hat, so I couldn’t see it clearly, but I had a feeling he was expecting me.

It was always a subdued atmosphere, so I couldn’t be sure, but still.

“Are you leaving now?”

“…Yes. Thank you for your consideration.”

“I didn’t do it to receive thanks… Anyway, please go ahead.”

“…?”

The master looked confused.

“If I let you go like this, it wouldn’t be polite. Let’s walk together for a while.”

It’s better to let them go if they’re going. Usually, people who are low on energy are the ones who hate being forced to stay and forced to cheer up.

Especially the words of the ‘cheer up’ type are almost like throwing a bomb.

Just by spending a little more time together, I might be able to say something more.

“…Yes, Siju. Do as you wish.”

As we walked, I bought some rice cakes and steamed rice and put them in the master’s quarters.

The master couldn’t refuse my offer and accepted the food.

I wanted to give him more travel food, but unfortunately, all the food contained meat.

I can’t give meat to the master.

[Oh my, oh my… Father…!]

As we walked, the master stopped. People were gathered in front of a house, and a man who seemed to be the son was crying.

It wasn’t a sight to be taken lightly, so I turned to look at the master, and his expression was frighteningly stiff.

I had a feeling that this master had also lost someone important, and that’s why he became like this.

The master realized my gaze a little late, turned his body, and started walking again.

I didn’t ask anything and just followed him, and soon we could go outside the city walls.

“Master, I think this is enough.”

As she drew the line like that, I couldn’t follow her anymore.

“I see.”

I just watched her quietly as she left, saying nothing.

But then, the woman who had been standing quietly, receiving my gaze, suddenly spoke up.

“Siju… How do you think someone who has lost someone important should live?”

I had a feeling she was thinking about this while watching that person earlier.

“I don’t know. I’ve never lost someone important to me…”

Even if I were to answer this question with no right answer, I wouldn’t be able to give the master a satisfactory answer.

But because of my special situation, there was something I could say.

“But I think the person who left would want to be remembered for the rest of their life.”

“…”

“Even if they eat something delicious, find a new love, or have any wonderful experiences, they would want to be remembered and shed tears for them.”

“So you’re saying that the person who loves them wants to live a life of pain?”

“No. They don’t want to live a difficult life or want to die. They just don’t want to be forgotten.”

At least that’s what I think.

“I haven’t forgotten that person, but isn’t it too sad that they forget about me?”

“…How do you know that?”

“Because I’m the one who left. My parents, too, probably think about me and cry. But I don’t want them to completely forget about me and live happily.”

I’m sorry, but I really am sorry, but I hope they occasionally feel pain when they think of me.

“Nothing in this world has only one answer. But that’s what I think.”

The master seemed to ponder my words for a while, but then spoke up in a calm tone.

“I’m not sure if that’s the answer, Sihu.”

The master flinched at my voice, but soon opened his mouth in a calm manner.

“Thank you for telling me, Sohyup.”

Sohyup again. She said Siju earlier, but I don’t really know where the boundary is. I nodded my head casually and replied.

“I just told you what I think, but it’s a little embarrassing to say it out loud.”

The master didn’t say anything in response to my words. It seems that gaining enlightenment and suddenly becoming bright is not something that happens in an instant.

The monk checked once again to make sure the hwarang was securely tied up before finally speaking.

“By the way, Sohyup.”

“Yes?”

“I haven’t heard your name yet.”

“It’s Kang Yoon. I’m still an anonymous novice who hasn’t properly introduced myself to Kangho…”

Hmph.

Did the monk just laugh? I heard a hmph sound.

“Sohyup already has the potential of a great hwarang. If she continues to work hard, Kangho will soon know her name.”

Actually, it doesn’t matter whether Kangho knows or not… But if I want to live with my women, I have to earn a name for myself, so it’s just a compliment.

“Binny’s name is Ho-yeon.”

“Yes, Ho-yeon Sunim.”

Although I could feel her inner strength, I thought she was from a different temple because her robes were a different color than ours. But it turns out she’s from Soryeom.

After hearing the name Soryeom, the old and worn-out monk, whose robes were covered in lint, looked unusually dignified.

“Sohyup’s words… were very impressive. If there is ever a need for Soryeom’s help… please come find Binny.”

Ho-yeon left after leaving those words.

Although I still had a long way to go before I was overflowing with energy, I felt a little more strength in my steps, which was a relief.

“I wonder what it will be like when we meet again.”

If all the wounds in my heart have healed… I should ask if she’s ever thought about dating a man.

“Your husband and child will want you to forget them and be happy.”

“Ho-yeon says that the only way to make the departed family members happy is for you to be happy.”

“No, Master… I couldn’t forget them.”

Ho-yeon thought of her deceased husband and son.

Until now, it was too shameful to even think of them, so she only prayed to Buddha and tried not to think of them.

She must have tried thousands of times to forget and be happy.

Her husband and son dying of tuberculosis, losing even the strength to drink water.

Only she, who had learned martial arts as a disciple of Soryeom, survived, while her weak husband and young son died.

She couldn’t even regret not teaching her young son martial arts.

According to the monk’s words, the years she had been trying to forget and bury in the scriptures were over a decade.

“Son… Do you hope your mother won’t forget you?”

He doesn’t want her to forget. He wants her to occasionally take out his memory and feel the pain.

Ho-yeon opened the lid of the emotions she had been forcibly suppressing until now.

“Huhuhuhuk…”

Tears that had not come out until now flowed down her cheeks.

“Huaaaah…!”

She crouched alone on the side of the road, burying her face in her knees, crying bitterly.

“Honey, I’m sorry. Son, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for surviving alone.”

As if compensating for all the pain she had endured until now, tears flowed endlessly.

Amidst the sad memories she had tried to erase from her mind, happy memories also emerged, comforting her.

Even that pain in her heart was painful, but paradoxically, that pain would give her the will to live.

The tears she couldn’t shed that day when her heart was dead were now helping to heal her twisted and broken heart.