On the surface, everything looked ordinary enough.
To verify their method, I had to borrow moneyâcue the sigh.
In this body, theyâd never lend to me.
This is why I want to grow up fast.
There are too many constraints in a childâs body.
I was wondering what to do when I bumped into someone and my candied haw skewer fell.
I stared at it on the ground when a manâs voice came.
âAh, sorry, kid. I wasnât paying attention.â
I lifted my head. A tall, handsome man with a blue headband tied across his brow was smiling at me.
âItâs fine. I wasnât watching either.â
âWhat? Hahaha.â
He laughed heartily and held out copper coins.
âHere. Go buy the biggest, tastiest one again.â
My gaze went from the coins to the sword in his other hand.
A blade engraved with âAzure Heaven.â
I didnât take the coins and instead studied the sword, and the man smiled.
âInterested in the sword?â
âIt says Azure Heaven.â
âOh, this? It signifies my clan.â
âWhich clan?â
âMm?â
When I asked with a face that truly didnât know, the man chuckled.
âListen to me. Thinking everyone in the world knows our clan... arrogant of me.â
âIs Azure Heaven enough to recognize the clan?â
âIf youâre of the martial world, yes. Azure Heaven is the word that denotes the Namgung Clan.â
âAh! Namgung Clan! I know them!â
âDo you? Hah! Good to hear you know.â
âThe Namgung Clan is in Anhui Province. What brings you all the way here?â
âOh! You even know where we are. Iâm grateful. Rightâyou asked why Iâm here? Iâm on warriorâs training.â
âWarriorâs training?â
âYes. When one reaches the age of majority in the Namgung Clan, you must travel the Central Plains for warriorâs training. Well, âtrainingâ is just a way of saying: go experience the rivers and lakes.â
The aura coming off him felt good.
This man was truly righteous.
It put me in a good mood to meet someone decent for the first time in a while.
âYouâre a good person, big brother.â
âWhat? Big brother?â
âAm I wrong?â
âHahahaha! Well now. Iâve suddenly gained a little brother. Fine! They say within the four seas weâre all brothersâcall me brother.â
âWhatâs your name, brother?â
âMy name is Namgung Baek. Whatâs my younger brotherâs name?â
âIâm Kang Wi.â
I concealed my name.
âSo youâre Brother Kang. Good to meet you. Use this and buy another skewerâsince this big brother made you drop yours.â
âThank you.â
I took the coins, and Namgung Baek rose with a smile.
âThen be well. If fate allows, weâll meet again.â
âOkay.â
Waving, Namgung Baek left.
He interested me.
It was the first time since Taecheon that someone struck my fancy like this.
I trailed after him, watchingâand his behavior was strange.
He seemed to be surveying something.
I followed his line of sight. A Hundred-Gold Sect branch.
No way?
Was he watching the Hundred-Gold Sect?
I decided to keep observing and popped the new candied haw into my mouth.
After staring holes in that branch for quite a while, Namgung Baek started moving in another direction.
I followed to a clothing shop; he went in and came out in different clothes.
He didnât just change; he wrapped his sword tight in a cloth and slung it on his back.
Then he headed for the Hundred-Gold Sect.
I quickly whispered the concealment incantation and made my body vanish, then shadowed him.
Inside, the mood was dark. Big, rough men with tattoos folded their arms and glared at Namgung Baek.
âWhat brings you here? Judging by your eyes, youâre not here to borrow money.â
Namgung Baek took out a loan note and held it out.
âThis note is invalid.â
âHah. Listen to this. Barging in and spouting nonsense?â
âIt says here the interest is five per month. And compounded! You think that makes sense?â
âWhy wouldnât it? Five a month isnât even that high.â
âThatâs eighty a year! The Great Ming Code caps annual interest at thirty.â
âWell now. Look at the judge here. If you donât like it, report us to the yamen.â
âI already did. The yamen said they canât touch you because youâre of the martial world.â
âSo you did your homework.â
âTear up this note at once and return the money youâve extorted. Swear youâll never do this again and Iâll let this pass.â
âOh my! So scary.â
The old man at the desk grinned.
âWhat, and if we donât listen, what will you do to us?â
âIn the name of justice, Iâll punish you.â
âHa! Justice? Iâll die laughing. In this day and age thereâs still someone shouting about justice? Isnât that right?â
âSure is. Hahaha!â
âYoung hero, is it? You look new to the rivers and lakes, enthusiasm brimming. As a senior, Iâll be generous and let you go this once. Leave quietly.â
âIf I turn a blind eye to wrongdoing, I wonât be able to look the heavens in the eye! This is my last warning. Tear up that note and pledge youâll never do this again.â
âIdiot.â
The old man shook his head.
âYou canât reason with his sort. Get rid of him.â
âYes!â
When the bruisers rushed in, Namgung Baek slipped their attacks and countered.
Thudâthudâ.
The ones struck by Namgung Baekâs fists were thrown back.
But they didnât look badly hurt.
They dusted off their clothes and stood up as if nothing had happened, and Namgung Baek felt something was off.
I definitely infused internal qi into those blows.
They shouldnât be getting up this easily.
He drew more qi and hammered them, but the big men still got up unfazed.
Then the old manâs voice came.
âYou think youâre the first of your kind weâve met doing this work? Those are boys trained for dealing with you. Theyâve learned the Astral-Body Artâordinary shocks wonât bother them.â
Grinning at Namgung Baek, he added:
âEspecially when you canât even use your internal qi properly.â
âWhat?â
Dripâ
Catching a sharp smell from his nose, Namgung Baek wiped with his fingers and looked.
âBlood?â
Blood was running from his nose.
âWhat is this?â
âFool. Stumbling around without even noticing youâve been dosed with Qi-Scattering Poison. This is why greenhorns are no good.â
As he staggered with a nosebleed, the bruisersâ fists whirled at him.
Thudâthudâthudâ.
In an instant, Namgung Baekâs face was a bloody mess.
âEnough.â
At the old manâs word, the merciless punches halted midair.
He walked over slowly, crouched in front of Namgung Baek, and clicked his tongue.
âTsk, tsk. In the rivers and lakes, you donât stick your nose in other peopleâs affairs. Didnât your master teach you the basics?â
âI donât know about that. I was taught not to turn away from injustice.â
âReally?â
The old man stood.
âCrawl between my legs and Iâll spare you. Howâs that for an offer?â
âUrgh!â
âThatâs better than dying like a dog, isnât it? They say even rolling in dog filth, this world beats the next.â
Namgung Baek regretted it.
How carelessly heâd acted.
Raised in comfort, â NĐŸvĐ”lŃĐłht â (Donât copy, read here) he knew too little of the world.
People feared him, so he thought everyone was like thatâbut they werenât.
Thinking back, people feared the name Namgung, not me.
Once that name was hidden, I was this insignificant.
Pathetic.
Even so, he couldnât submit here.
He was direct blood of the great Namgung Clan.
He could die, but he could never bow.
He felt sorry to his parents and family.
His foolishness had stained the clanâs name.
âIâd rather die than do as you say.â
At his words, the old man snorted.
âStill not clear-headed. You donât realize your fate sits in my hand right now. First, sleep a bit. Itâll be the last time you sleep comfortably.â
Whackâ.
Before the words were even finished, a bruiser smashed the back of Namgung Baekâs head.
Thudâ.
Looking down at the fainted Namgung Baek, the old man said:
âIâll make sure the words âspare meâ come out of your mouth.â
Grinning like heâd found a fun toy, the old man jerked his chin, and a bruiser bent to sling Namgung Baek over his shoulder.
âDonât touch him.â
At that moment, a young voice rang out, and everyone in the room turned their heads in unison.
âWhatâs that?â
âA brat in a demon mask who thinks heâs a demon.â
âHaah. What is today? The guests we want donât comeâjust the bad-luck kind?â
Grumbling irritably, the old man seemed to think of something and his expression changed.
âNoâthatâs wrong. Come to think of it, we need a kid about that size, donât we?â
âAh! Right.â
âThis isnât bad luck, itâs good. He walked in himself. Well? Grab him before he runs.â
âYes!â
The bruisers charged to grab me in the demon mask.
The old man assumed, of course, theyâd catch me and didnât pay much mind.
Thudâthudâ.
Thumpâ.
Crashâ.
At the dull, pounding noises followed by the sound of bodies collapsing, the old man snapped his head around.
The bruisers were down. I stood there untouched.
âWhat is thisâso youâve learned a bit of martial arts?â
He didnât take it seriously.
He was certain theyâd be back on their feet and restrain me in a moment.
But no matter how long he waited, the bruisers didnât move.
âWhat are you doing? Get up!â
He barked, but they didnât so much as twitch.
Looking closely, theyâd foamed at the mouth and fainted.
âFainted?â
He was appalled.
It was a first.
Someone whoâd dropped boys trained in the Astral-Body Art.
As I came on slowly, the old man backpedaled and yelled to the remaining bruisers:
âWhat are you doing! Stop him!â
At his command, the rest of the bruisers rushed me at once.
CRACKâ.
The old man saw it clearly.
SPLATâ!
Every time my fist moved, a bruiserâs body rippled wideâand toppled.
Thudâ.
The last of them fell, leaving only the old man.
He glanced up at the ceiling and sighed.
âThis really isnât easy.â
It wasnât the voice of a man giving up.
More like someone mildly annoyed that things werenât going his way.
He turned his head to look at me.
What was today, really?
He sighed again, studying me.
Judging by the frame, I was definitely a child.
Or not?
It couldnât be something as absurd as returning to youth.
Dwarfism?
Not everyone with a small frame is a child.
âJust who are you?â
âThe fallen manâs little brother.â
I looked at the collapsed Namgung Baek.
âI knew he was bad luck the first time I saw him.â