The Teacher’s Grace Is Like Heaven

17 – Hundred Years of Love (2)

A month or so passed, and suddenly, Zhuge Liang officially apologized and compensated me. To be honest, I was a little surprised.

Besides, after all, I killed a Jegalese flesh and blood with my own hands. I was expecting retribution, but instead it’s the other way around.

Personally, I’m more afraid of this. I sighed, not knowing when or where it would turn. I don’t know how things got so twisted.

But I accepted the gesture anyway. The reward Jegalsega paid me was enough to keep me occupied for a lifetime.

Of course, he could turn on me later, and I’d just have to deal with it then.

“The sword is me, and I am the sword.”

I sat back down at my desk, thinking to myself, “I am the sword.”

For now, Bi Yan still looked up to me as a teacher, but there’s no telling when that respect will fade. I’ve been there before. So, I’ve been squeezing every bit of martial arts knowledge out of my brain and compiling the most plausible version I can.

In any case, it has to be plausible, so that I can say something to Bie Yan. And finally, it’s finished.

It was a martial arts class consisting of four first meals and one feast. I picked up the brush one last time and wrote my name on the completed class.

天馬劍法

天馬劍法

Originally, I was going to write down Tianma Tianma, but I decided against it because…… is only one in a million. Of course, right now, Tianma and the Demon School have yet to appear.

If the Demon School really does appear in the future, and if Tianma, the master of the Demon School, sees this class, I’m sure he won’t let it go unnoticed.

That’s why I left out the Demon Demon and added the Demon Horse, just to have an excuse. Besides, it’s not a divine sword, it’s a sword method, so that should be an excuse.

But when I wrote it down, it wasn’t a very good class, which is to be expected.

This is more like a novel than a jutsu. I sighed and put it away.

Just then, I heard a knock on the door from outside. I looked up. It was my handmaiden, Biyeon, who opened the door to reveal herself.

“Wait, are you okay, Master?”

“Yes, everything is fine. What happened?”

“A councilor from Jegalsega came to visit.”

“A councilor? Why suddenly?”

I scratched my head. I was unscathed in the fight with the scorpion, and I had already relayed that fact to Jegalsega.

Could it be an assassin disguised as a councilman? No, I wouldn’t go that far, even if I could help it…… I was having a hard time wrapping my head around it.

If I refused, I’d be refusing Jegalsega’s favor; if I accepted, I’d be afraid he was an assassin. I sighed and said.

“I have no choice. Show him to his room.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Whoa.”

Even if he is less influential. The Jegalese Family is indeed one of the Five Great Houses of Murim.

I don’t know what the repercussions will be later, so I accepted the councilor. It wasn’t like they were going to send assassins anyway.

He also said that if you’re bitten by a tiger, you can survive if you stay awake, even if it’s an assassin.

The senator was a plain, middle-aged man. He wore Jegalese’s signature green robes and white robes, but I didn’t sense any history.

“Pleased to meet you, Daehyup. My name is Yang Jindou, a member of the Council.”

“It’s a pleasure. My name is Chen Bi Liu, but what do you mean by Dai Hyeop?”

“Didn’t you take the life of one of the Hundred Great Masters, Zegalese?”

“…….”

“So, you certainly deserve to be called Dai Hyeop.”

Yang Jindou said casually, pulling out various tools from a box with a handle he was carrying. Watching him, I let out a sigh.

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This…… can’t be a real assassin, can it?

However, my worries were unnecessary. Yang Jindou was surprisingly very serious about the senator’s work.

In a way, it’s true.

Just as I was thinking that, Yang Jindou, who was checking my veins, opened his mouth with a new serious expression. “Your condition is much more serious than I thought.”

“What?”

“I’ve never seen such a tightly clogged vein in my life.”

“…….”

I wondered why he was suddenly arguing with me. For a moment, I felt a deep pinch, but I listened to him for a while. At that time, Bi Yan, who was listening next to me, spoke up.

“Is it really that serious?”

“Yes, it’s like…… someone poured hot molten water into my veins.”

“It’s just a simple constitutional problem.”

I stroked Bi Yan’s head and told Yang Jindou. Indeed, my veins had very poor qi circulation, making it difficult for me to build up my inner gong.”

It’s a good thing that Samjae-gong built up his strength so slowly and was so safe. If it were any other way, my body would have exploded long ago.

Really sadly…… This is just my constitution. It’s been like that since the beginning. It’s not like I’ve been hit by anyone in particular, so I said that.

But when I said that, Yang Jindu firmly denied it, shaking his head from side to side. Then he said to me in a convinced voice.

“In my thirty years as a legislator, I have never seen or heard of such a thing.”

“…….”

“This must have been done by someone on purpose.”

In other words, it never happened. You quack.”

* * *

There were three things that Bi Yan asked for from Jegalese. One, a reward. She needs money to survive. You can’t deny that.

But I don’t want my time with my master to be interrupted by a few insignificant tasks, so I’m asking for a large reward.

And the second was to send a councilor to check on Master’s condition. It was said that the Master had been injured in a confrontation with the Heavenly Horse, and had retreated.

The martial art of the Heavenly Horse is close to the art of martial arts. And the horror of martial arts is that over time, the wounds widen. It’s about making the flesh rot.

Of course, in his previous life, he had already confirmed his master’s longevity, but just in case. Bi Yan wanted the councilor to see for himself.

Master was concentrating and writing. She recognized that it was a martial arts rank. But she pretended not to notice.

She figured that Master would tell her about it himself someday.

The doctor arrived home, and the condition he diagnosed was much worse. “It’s like someone poured hot molten iron into your veins.”

Once the hot iron had hardened, how much could be done to break through it?

It would require an unimaginably powerful force, and the skill to control it precisely. But in addition to the cold mental conclusion, there were other feelings. Boiling in the pit of my stomach, it was anger. I couldn’t imagine the pain she must have felt.

But…… it must have been more than that, he lost all his strength and martial prowess in a single day, and she couldn’t fathom the shock.

Then a familiar hand gently stroked her hair. It was hard, but warm, and she closed her eyes and savored it.

“It’s just a simple matter of constitution.”

“It’s just a simple matter of constitution,” the Master said, but she didn’t believe him, because she knew what he meant.

He didn’t want to hand over his revenge to his student. A master would surely do that. It was heartbreaking to her.

Her heart ached as if it had been pierced by a spear. Just thinking about that memory, just imagining it, made her heart break. Even I am like this.

I can only imagine what you must have felt, seeing your only disciple joining hands with your nemesis, the Heavenly Horse.

I wonder what her master must have thought. Tears slid down her cheeks, unbidden. The guilt continued to rise.

But she bit her lip, forcing the tears from her eyes. She could never show these tears. She didn’t deserve to.

“B’Elanna, is something wrong?”

“I’m fine. Master.”

“If something is wrong, tell me right away.”

I can’t show my tears yet. I don’t even deserve it. Only now is my goal clear.

To fulfill the Master’s desire on his behalf,

to spread the name of the Master, the one who sacrificed himself by burning his own body, throughout the world. And if that day ever comes,…… I will gladly shed a tear and fall into his arms.