Chapter 255 – Chapter 51 (5)

“What…Why?”

It was an answer that Namgungje could not even imagine, since the option of abandoning Namgung from the moment he was born with Namgung’s name could never exist.

That’s why the composure that I was able to maintain under any circumstances was broken.

“Are you afraid of that guy’s aftermath?
“It’s not like a remorse. He’s obviously tyrannical, has a bad temper, and there’s no corner that makes him look friendly to other people.”
“That makes sense.”
“I can’t even refute this.”

The black sister Mae nodded her head at her Baek Cheong-ha’s words, expressing her agreement.

It was because her first impression of Jincheon, which they had seen for the first time, was the same as her opinion.

“But even if it seems like that, he is very generous and knows how to invest in the other person’s talent if he thinks he is his own person.”

She remembered Hong Seol-rin, who refused to join Jin-chun, as she said she wanted to rebuild her Hong Seol-in with her own hands.

Im Ha-yeon got angry at that appearance and stepped forward, but Jincheon stopped her Im Ha-yeon and took a step back for her dream of becoming Hong Seol-rin.

Chen Qian, while she was in Guangdong, made an elixir for Hong Shilin, and she sponsored her dream.

“And unless I knew the freedom to use all my talents to my heart’s content, once I knew that freedom, even my esteemed grandfather could not go back.”

In addition, once she found out how much fun it was to be able to use her talent to the fullest without being judged by others, her options to return to her male palace Sega gradually faded away.

“That part was scolded by me when I returned to my family. No one will ask you about your past. And I don’t know if you’re related, but I won’t ask about Kangi’s death either.”

Namgung River. As the younger brother of Namgung Juhak, he was excessively proud of Namgung’s name.

That is why she was one of the characters who most strongly harassed Baek Cheong-ha, who tried to change the martial arts of the Namgung family.

No matter what the truth is, the public opinion of Namgung family is that she is somehow involved in Namgunggang’s death.

In other words, when Emperor Namgung returned, he insisted that he would not care even if the incident was actually committed by Baek Cheong-ha.

Her grief at the loss of her son was great, but it was possible because her heart for her husband’s family was even greater.

Seeing her, her white-blue eyes felt her grandfather’s sincerity to change her mind, but

“But I can’t go back.”
“Is it okay to do this?”
“It seems like you’re copying Jincheon-nim’s tone, but… I’ll be honest.”

Even if Baek Cheong-ha tried to turn her words around, she decided that it was impossible to easily change Namgungje’s mind, and came up with a stone fastball that Namgungje could not confirm.

“Do you think I can live without being oppressed in the family even after her grandfather died?”
“That…”
“If word is going around that I was involved in your uncle’s death, you’d half-assume that I did it. It wouldn’t be a problem while your grandfather was alive, but what if you said you’d make him pay for it after he’s gone?”
“…”

Namgungje wanted to refute her words.

However, she could not confirm Namgung Je, who she saw with her own eyes, the atmosphere of Namgung Sega, the personality of Namgung Ju-Hak, and even Namgung Sang-Hyeon who grew up under him.

“Just in case, please don’t give me an ambiguous answer, ‘Because it’s a political faction.’ The greatest experience I gained with my own eyes while traveling with Jincheon-nim is that people are all the same regardless of political faction or private faction.”

If I had only been in the influence of the political faction, I would have been naive to say ‘because I am a political faction’.

Born and raised in the Namgung Sega, she was known as a righteous and fair person of course, and an evil being who ate lies as if she were a Sapa person.

As she met countless people through her travels to Jincheon, she came to the conclusion that all places where people live are the same.

“…”

Namgungje looked straight at herself, and after her sword king died, she was speechless at the sight of her granddaughter asking if she could earn her respect and not be looked down upon by the person of the Namgung family.

Even if she rises to her new level, it is natural that she will die sooner than Namgung Zhu Crane.

However, will Namgung Ju-Hak, who has lost her brother and is looking for the reason from Cheong-Ha, will respect Chung-Ha even after the sword king disappears?

Namgung Ju-Hak, who went on a rampage for wanting to recklessly fix the Namgung family’s martial arts and tarnishing the name of her Namgung while learning the martial arts of other clans?

From what I can see, her Namgung Zhu Crane is her father and her sword king.

‘My heart has already left.’

Namgoong Je could not hide her regret when he learned from Baek Cheong-ha’s determined gaze that her heart toward Namgung Sega had completely left her.

‘I’d rather be a member of the political faction, but I don’t know if she wants to remain by her man who is like a fighting dog.’

And the pity that the place where her granddaughter decided to stay was a fighting dog-like man who showed her political stance and her teeth when she looked at the enemy.

“I understand. As long as your heart is that firm, it won’t work no matter what you say.”

Namgungje turned her body with regret.

“But let me warn you one thing. The man you’re with is strong, but he’s a fighting dog who doesn’t care about his political stance or the aftermath and will bite anyone who opposes him.”

If it’s just fighting dogs, don’t talk.

It’s even worse that he deliberately induces a fight while he seems to have pride and is aware that he is strong.

“It will be fine right now, but at some point even the Northern Heavenly Palace will feel the burden.”

It was Namgungje who felt how strong Jincheon was even though he only mixed Ilhap, but I had no doubt that he would not last long because of that.

“Namgoong family… No, remember that I am always waiting for you.”

Forcibly abducting her granddaughter, who was already full of her antipathy, was wrong to get her good flow.

Then she headed somewhere, letting her know that she could always come back to her when things were worst.

Seeing the back of her grandfather as he disappeared into the crowd, Baek Cheong-ha murmured quietly.

“Even though Jincheon-nim looks like that, he is a person who knows how to set the direction for our future and also think about it.”

Jincheon is a human like a fighting dog who starts provoking and watching the slightest quarrel, but he is not an irresponsible race who does nothing to prepare for the future.

Anyway, Baek Cheong-ha felt Namgungje’s energy completely disappear, and his body staggered as if his knees were loosening without realizing it.

“Huh…”
“Well done, Chungha!”

Heuk Jin-ye hugged Baek Cheong-ha and helped her get up.

“Speaking straight in front of the Sword King, do you think you’ll get stuck too?”

Heuk Ye-hwa, who was crisp in the midfield due to her golden days, never imagined that Baek Cheong-ha would have the courage to say something like this in front of the Sword King.

If you think about her usual weak appearance, her current appearance was almost a miracle.

“Didn’t I say something strange? I think I said something along the way, but I can’t remember…”
“…Still a long way off.”

It was only later that her true self was revealed, and she was white-blue. She wondered what mistake she had made.

*        *

Jincheon, the god of fortune, won against Namgung Juhak, Namgung Gaju.

This rumor spread quickly and quickly spread throughout the Moorim.

You may ask how much time has passed since the expression ‘former Murim’ was used, but since this place is where the former Murim people gathered, rumors spreading in this place were no different from spreading throughout the entire Moorim.

The strength of Jincheon, the god of fortune, which had only been rumored, was revealed to the world, and his appearance and characteristics were also known.

As a result, a famous drummer was born who everyone would understand just by saying his name.

The members of the Jeongpa felt a sense of crisis that they had unilaterally defeated Namgung Gaju, except for the power of Jincheon, who had hidden and revealed his original power and a very small wound, while the Sapa people were afraid but felt relieved that they were allies.

However, the speed at which rumors about Jincheon spread was unmatched.

As if someone were artificially spreading it.

*        *

“Something quite interesting happened.”

Dokgo family’s home.

There, a middle-aged man with a profound yet strong energy smiled with satisfaction at Dok-go’s report.

“Dogo-type.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Are there any other interesting incidents?”
“Yes. There are young warriors who have won the battle against old masters, but there are no incidents like this.”

Dok-go told the middle-aged man to go.

In other words, the person he is facing is the current Murim’s strongest, and the head of the Dokgo family, the strongest family, Dokgo Gupae.

“Jincheon. Jincheon.”

Dokgogupae stroked the beard on his chin and muttered the name of Jincheon, the god of wind and fortune, over and over again.

“Dogo-type.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Let’s make the rumor about him spread faster and more widely.”
“Yes? That’s…”

Dokgo hyung knew the true intention of this martial arts tournament because he was the elder of the Dokgo family.

“Do you think he will fight the lady?”

The winner of this martial arts competition has already been decided.

The strongest soldier who was strengthened by Dokgo Sega, pouring all his resources and manpower, and even committing evil deeds that would be embarrassing if he was caught by other forces.

“My gut tells me that he’s going to fight Yakran.”

Dokgo Gupae also planned to publicize the name of his daughter and the opponent to fight Dokgo Yakran, who could be said to be the second coming of Dokgo Murin.

That way, the shock of the warrior’s defeat would also increase.

“Despite his young age, he certainly possessed strength that exceeded expectations. However, numerous other masters participated, and we have only just had a preliminary round…”
“Even if my intuition is wrong, it will make the atmosphere of this martial arts tournament lively.

In addition, there are various benefits, such as the stimulation of other masters, the abstention of youngsters who needlessly eat up time, and so on.

“Good.”
“Yes.”

Dokgo-hyung went out of the room after being ordered by Dokgogupae.

Watching the elder Dokgo-hyeong leave, Dokgogupae turned his gaze to the side of the door.

“You’ve heard that too, right? Poongwoonjinryong Jincheon. He’s the person you’re most likely to be dealing with.”
“…Does not matter.”

There, a young woman answered with a voice and expression full of boredom.

“Because I’m going to win anyway.”

She is a woman who insists that she will win despite the fact that the former Moorim has come to claim to be the masters.

She was Dokgo Yakran, the daughter of Dokgo Gupae and the strongest soldier created by Dokgo Sega.

“You look bored.”
“Because there is no opponent who can beat me.”
“Whoa whoops. That’s right. Right now I’ve barely surpassed it, but if I train steadily for 2-3 years, I’ll become a strong person that no one can surpass.”
“…”

Dokgo Gupae expected her own daughter, who could be said to be the future of Dokgo Sega, to become stronger, but Dokgo Yakran didn’t think so.

‘It doesn’t matter what you say about living alone. I want someone to fill this boredom.’

Having grown so strong, she longed for an opponent who could fight her.

Rather, she was very envious of third-rate warriors.

‘Third-class samurai must fight desperately with a sense of tension no matter what opponent they fight. It would have been better if he had been born with the talent of a third-rate samurai.’

If she was a third-class samurai, she would be able to feel the exhilarating battle of her life by utilizing everything she has.

She felt a kind of despair that Dokgo Yakran, who had her strongest talent and warlike temperament, was disappearing as time went by and she was losing the existence she could truly deal with.

There is no fight as boring as a fight in which victory or defeat is decided.

As her time passes, her talents will blossom, and she will end up having more and more boring fights.

“Don’t be too boring. If our Dokgo family pulls out their swords to become the best in the world, the right and left faction will join forces to stop it. No matter how you are, fighting thousands of warriors will be quite difficult.”

Surely it will be very exciting.
But,

‘Then do I have to keep these feelings forever after that battle?’

Smart tock-

“Patriarch. The time has come.”
“Okay. I’ll come after saying hello to the Jeongmu-maeng, so let’s spend time on your own.”
“Yes, Father.”

Dokgo Yakran, who answered her calmly, felt that her heart was getting dull as time passed.

‘Anyone is fine, as long as they can enjoy a thrilling fight…’

Dokgo Yakran prayed that she would win the strongman in this martial arts tournament, so that she could feel the excitement of herself and her opponent fighting in the finals.