Change the Course to North-Northwest (9)
People would be more likely to freeze up when they beco too startled.
He didnt anticipate that the conversation would be concluded by a crazy bitch, so he wasnt able to grasp the situation quickly enough.
However, Yang Chaemu was desperate enough to have already prepared for such situations.
Of course, that didnt an he expected soone to suddenly claim the child as their own and kidnap them.
He just thought that soone might pity the child a bit too much and step in a bit.
From behind Yang Chaemu, a shadow slipped out from under the shade of the tree.
It was a person dressed in a black outfit made for the darkness of night.
The identities of those who moved silently and covered their face could only be one.
Assassins.
Client, shall we begin?
Go and do what you have to do.
What about the woman?
It doesnt matter. As long as the child is unhard.
Yes, understood. Of course.
The man in black blew a sharp whistle and ran towards the forest.
In response, whistle sounds echoed from both afar and near.
Soon, a small fla sprouted sowhere in the west.
Descendents of Xinjiang, if you do not like dishonorable deeds, you are free to leave now. But if there is anyone who wishes to remain as a spear1this is a double (triple?) entendre. man is writing a poem right now. Xinjiang is a location in north-west China. the jiang in korean can also be called spear. and the Mud part can also be called Jinjiang. So basically, he is rhyming Jiang by using different words that use the sa character. Xinjiang (location) Jiang (spear) and Jinjiang (mud), even if it ans rolling in the mud
Yang Chaemu nodded to Dao Master Seungsu.
And then, he stepped forward and spoke.
.Follow . Let us go.
None of the warriors from the Yang Clan responded.
They simply followed their Young Lord in silence.
They were the warriors of the Yang Clan of Xinjiang, who had stood against foreign invaders, Japanese invaders, in the East Sea for a century.
Their own friends, parents, and even their friends.
There was no one who did not owe a debt of gratitude to the Yang Clan and they served with pride in that gratitude.
Teacher.
Let us go our own way. Even if their purpose goes awry, we must find a way to help a Noble Clan that has silently dedicated themselves to the world.
Thus, even the Daoist Monks of Wudang left this place.
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A-Qing beca cheerful.
She decided not to think too much about it.
Look at how comfortable it is when I just do whatever the fuck I want. They can suck my fat fucking cock.
Though to be fair, I dont have a dick anymore.
But hopefully, we will et again soday, ay Cock?
Jin Jangmyeong, who was crying and making a fuss while struggling to be let go, had eventually gone limp.
She seed to have resigned herself.
What can she do about it anyway? Shes just a brat, after all.
Then, an abrupt question ca.
.Are you really going to fuck ?
A-Qing was horrified.
Hey, shush! Youre going to send to jail. No bad words! Jangmyeongie is a baby. Babies should only use good words.
What are you even saying. Ugly thing.
Well, if you say so, I guess I must be.
Youre ugly.
Yes, Ive taken your oh so valuable opinion into account. Anything else to add?
Tch.
Jin Jangmyeong clicked her tongue.
And then, she asked again.
So, are you really going to fuck ?
No.
A-Qing confidently revealed her plan.
We are going to head to the Mount Wu Faction!
Its not the Mount Wu Faction, its Mount Wu Sect. Mm? Wait, no, thats not it either
Whether its Mount Wu Faction or Mount Wu Sect, who cares! Anyway, were going!
One could practically hear the sorrowful cries of the Divine Maiden Sect.
But why? Why say all those bad words and kidnap ?
What? Bad girl! Kidnapping? It wasnt kidnapping. Lets call it a temporary companionship due to unilateral coercion.
.? Isnt that just kidnapping?
If I kidnapped you, you wouldnt know were going to the Mount Wu Faction, right? Our little baby Jangmyeong doesnt use her head, does she?
What is this thing saying.
But by the way, theres one big problem.
?
I dont know the way. Where is the Mount Wu Faction?
?
I said, I dont know the way. Do you know, by any chance?
Roughly. Northwest.
Nice! Well then, change the course to north-northwest!
A-Qing casually changed direction and asked again.
But where is the northwest?
The sun sets in the west.
A-Qing looked up at the sky.
The sky was full of dark clouds, as if it might rain at any mont.
Thats too bad. I was just a sliver too late. Kid, in order to make so prog- Kuk.
A-Qing felt sothing tough around her neck.
Though her neck was caught, her body continued to move forward.
A-Qing flew about ten Jangs21 Jang = 3.33 ters. So 10 Jangs = 33.33 ters in a straight line with her legs pointed forward and crashed to the ground.
Dry leaves crumpled around her as if exploding.
A-Qing quickly checked on Jin Jangmyeong in her arms.
Hey, you good?
On your neck. Blood.
Ah shit, it stings.
A-Qing rubbed her neck and frowned.
Fortunately, it only tore off a thin layer of skin.
Instead, it was really goddamn painful.
What kind of crazy bastard puts a rope in a forest? This is attempted murder, attempted murder I tell you.
Too bad. That it only ended as an attempt.
An unfamiliar voice interjected.
A-Qing leaped up like a cat, startled.
She drew her sword to confront the enemy and was surprised again.
A figure clad in black, face covered.
There was only one conclusion.
Ninja? Since when are there ninjas in martial arts fiction!
Nya! From nearby, a throwing knife flew.
It was thriftily taken from the corpse of the rat-faced man.
The knife lodged itself in the neck of the person in black.
Ehh?
A-Qing made a dumbfounded noise.
She had been all nervous because ninjas suddenly appeared.
It was because if ninjas were the ones to ambush them, they were all supposed to die.
But whats this?
Ninjas are no big deal, huh?
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was what she thought. At least, once upon a ti, she did.
It wasnt that a ninja had suddenly appeared.
It was that ninjas had suddenly appeared.
And their tactics were more annoying than she could ever have imagined.
All sorts of ropes were strung up along the path, preventing fast movent.
But that didnt an she could perform the state-of-the-art Movent Technique, Tactical Night Footwork3a in korea. Only people who have been to the military know what exactly it is. Its because they teach this as a way to walk in a tactical manner at night. See above for a PRI example., so she had to just hold the Moonlight Sword (No. 6) upright in front of her.
However, the defense in her lower body was lacking.
Eut.
A-Qings body was yanked forward by a thread that caught her ankle.
She beca the very definition of a human cannonball, flying toward a tall tree she would soon crash into.
She pulled Jangmyeong close and hugged her tightly, trying to turn her body to protect her sohow.
And then, Bang.
The impact on her back knocked the wind out of her.
She forced air into her stiff lungs and checked the girl in her arms.
Ughhh.. Little Baby, are your ears, nose, and mouth all still attached?
Eung4Those who read my other novel (TRPG) knows what this ans. but to reiterate, this ans Yeah or Yes in a more cute(?) way? Though it doesnt necessarily an cute here, its basically used in an informal manner ONLY..
And your arms and legs are all attached too?
Eung.
Then, lets go. Fucking cowards. They dont fight fair and square.
A-Qing stood up, tucking Jin Jangmyeong under her arm. And then, she set her down again.
I cant do this with only one arm.
A-Qing stripped off the upper part of her robes.
Get on.
..Why are you undressing?
Ahhhh. This is called a baby blanket. A proud invention made by the Republic of Korea. Wait, is that right? Anyway.
A-Qing wrapped Jin Jangmyeong up tightly within it.
Now, my era as a one-arm has ended!
All of you are fucked, you dogshit ninja motherfuckers.
A-Qing muttered coldly.
.But then, there was a pit.
A certain level of trust was needed when it ca to footwork techniques.
It was the trust that, at the very least, the ground wouldnt betray you. After all, ever since bipedal walking beca a thing, the earth had always solidly supported people.
But the mont she forcefully stepped on the ground and it crumbled and sank beneath her, it was enough to shatter that fundantal trust.
The silver lining was that A-Qing was transporting cargo that could not die under any circumstances.
Otherwise, she would have already beco a cold corpse lying among the bamboo spears and poisons at the bottom of the pit.
What greeted A-Qing instead was sticky, spurting red mud.
Whats this? Mud? Is it a red clay pack5this is like a skin care product in korea. A traditional one service?
Or did they make it just to piss off?
Overcoming a pit about half a ter deep wasnt difficult for a martial artist at the Peak Realm.
All she needed to do was jump out of it.
A-Qing thought to herself that they were bothering her with all sorts of trivial things, as she dashed away again. But when she did so, her body felt as if it was getting extrely weighed down.
Fuck, so thats why they put mud.
Peep Peep-!
That damned whistle sounded again.
A-Qing turned her head.
Because of the gloomy day filled with dark clouds, the shadows of the forest were even denser. And under such a shade, she saw a figure in black quietly stepping back.
It kept going like this.
They would slow her down and hide, then blow the whistle to reveal their position.
This motherfucker. Where do you think youre going?
Ding-! The head of the person in black was split in the shape of a whirlpool. The rest of the body kneeled before collapsing chest-first into the ground.
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The situation was getting worse and worse.
These black-clad bastards werent ninjas.
They were different from the sons of bitches she had encountered so far.
Strictly speaking, they were hunters. Thats right, hunters.
And not just any hunter. They were highly skilled professionals.
There wasnt a single place on her body that didnt hurt.
Surely, when she woke up, her whole body would practically be a festival of colorful bruises.
The cuts from the sparse spring branches stung as mud got into them.
She had lost the Moonlight Sword (No. 6).
She ended up dropping because of the slippery mud on her hands, and before she could even retrieve it, a net was thrown onto her.
She blasted the bastards rushing at her with the Buddhas Palm and escaped while they were staggered, tearing through the net.
It was an excellent sword that cost half a Gwan of gold, though.
Goodbye, my Moonlight Sword.
A-Qing mourned silently, inwardly shedding tears and singing farewells.
There was a hole in her thigh.
And when her ankle got caught, making her crash down, there was a sharp branch that just happened to stick out there.
It hurt terribly. It still hurts.
The pinky and ring finger of her left hand dangled limply.
She placed her hand wrong when she fell into the pit.
Of all things, there had to be a rock there.
She sighed deeply as she burst out, only to co face to face with one of the n clad in black.
Just like she did in Luoyang, she tore out his Adams apple, drenching herself with blood.
And then, when she did so, a single drop of moisture touched her cheek.
The sound of the forests rain announced its arrival.
Pitter-patter.
The sound of rain hitting the leaves gradually intensified.
And then, Rush Roar-!
The sound of frying oil filled the entire world.
Its even raining now? Im gonna lose my mind
A-Qing sighed deeply.
And then, suddenly, an idea occurred to her.
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