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It’s not easy to feel like prey. Am I a deer in front of the eyes of this lion? Or maybe… I am just an ant.
Ranista only glanced at me with a twinkle in his eyes, but I already felt like he was about to eat my heart.
“Do you have any weapons you want?”
Four years ago, only swords, shields, and spears were here, but now it’s like there was Weapons World’s Fair. In addition to the long sword and great shield commonly used in the continent, the scimitar, War Scythe, and Machete used by the Ain people, as well as weapons used by western knights such as Polearm and Crescent Blade*, as well as whips and maces used by the second ranks knights were also seen.
*This name came from a game so I really don’t what English weapon name it is.
There were even bizarre types of weapons that could not be found anywhere on the continent. A curved sword, a saber, a gauntlet, a club with vicious nail, etc.
There were other weapons that even veteran knights wouldn’t know, but I do. They were weapons from Murim.
Ranista proposing to teach me martial arts is no different from handing me over some poisoned alcohol. If I get hit, I die.
I calmly understood his intentions. No matter how much I thought about it, I could only think of him hitting me to death. Let’s refuse, like an ordinary younger brother not wanting to play with him.
“Hyung, I am okay with what currently I am.”
“Did you think it was an offer that you could refuse?”
“No, I’m good, but martial arts isn’t something you can teach casually. Look at me, I am just bones and skin. Wouldn’t it be a shame for me to learn your skills?”
The Murim people are proud of themselves, so I wanted to stimulate his pride.
I recall how he said every time that he lacks training. Of course, he probably doesn’t really think that way. If there was anyone who could destroy the imperial castle of the Empire with a single sword, Ranista could do it. As a Ruler of Murim, he regarded martial arts as sacred.
“HA HA HA!”
He suddenly burst out laughing at my words. I don’t know how it might look to others, but I thought it was the evilest laugh from of all 14-year-olds children out there. Does that laugh mean that he agree with me?
“Hahaha. Stupid, martial arts have no intelligence. It can’t feel sadness, can it? Hahaha.”
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Four years later, I forgot. He doesn’t have any sense of humor.
“Don’t worry. If I teach you, even a lazy bum like you will learn martial arts.”
Now that he has decided to teach me martial arts, it’s too late to convince him otherwise.
Damn, why is he teaching martial arts to his cowardly little brother who appeared after 4 years?
“Okay, hyung. But why… me? Aren’t there any talented person among your knights?”
“They are already practicing other methods, learning this will further complicate them.”
Last resort. If I say this, I will likely get beaten up. Anyway, I already prepared myself before coming here.
“Brother. I’ll be honest. I don’t need it.”
“You may not need it but I need you.”
“When someone reach the peak state, there are some cases where they realize more by teaching. Dharma wrote the Reverse Geunse Suyeong* to teach the monks. Even teaching someone like you is a like a practice for me, isn’t it fun?”
*TL: I don’t know how translate this to english because this book was translated from chinese 易筋洗隨經, for more info about this book here https://namu.wiki/w/%EC%97%AD%EA%B7%BC%EA%B2%BD
“But the attitude of a person who wants to learn…”
My older brother kicked as he was displeased with my excuses. Because of a boy weighing 70 kg at most, the ground shook and a thick layer of dust rose. If I get soccer kicked by him, my head will probably fly to the southern island.
“Hey, you talk a lot.”
I shut my mouth.
“Think as if I am your master. Even if we are related by blood, you are learning the teachings of your master. Bow down to me to simbolize discipleship.”
I bowed quietly. It would be a humiliating sight for anyone to be a twin brother but they were forced to bow to his older brother, but I didn’t care. I bowed once, and when I tried to bow twice, my older brother lightly kicked me and caused me to lose my balance.
“I am not dead, so why are you bowing twice?”
Anyway I’m from here, so I can say I didn’t know. However, I chose to stay silent.
“What do you chose as your weapon?”
When asked again, I walked towards the displayed weapons.
I picked up a red wooden stick.
It will hurt if get hit, so this is better than a bladed weapon.