Surviving as a Cripple in Murim

1 – Oh!

Mancheon- Covers the sky, deceives the sky.

Sima Fu, the current head of the Sima family, rubbed his chin with a complicated face, looking at the dark sky full of dark clouds, where the sun was not visible even though it was broad daylight.

“Huh… Of course, on such an auspicious day, such a strange thing….”

If it rains, they would say it’s just a natural phenomenon, but it doesn’t even rain. Dark clouds just covered the sky and made the world dark.

Today is the day when Samabu’s second child is finally born after a long period of perseverance.

For the health of mothers and babies, midwives and clinics with excellent skills have been hired and prepared with a lot of money. But now, when the sky is so harmonious, Samabu’s heart is disturbed with anxiety.

While looking at the gloomy sky with an uneasy face from outside the room, the samabu was walking aimlessly, thinking about whether to call a guru or buy an amulet.

“Ah ah ah ah ah ah! Aye ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae ae!!”

The cries of the gnomes are loud. It must be a boy.

As the samabu entered the room to see the faces of the child and his wife, the doctor and midwife bowed their heads with complicated faces.

“Looks like both mother and baby are safe. Why are you looking like this?”

“That’s… Actually, the second boy was born lame.”

The sky was strange for some reason… After all, it was not an auspicious omen, but a bad omen.

Samabu couldn’t help but swallow the bitterness in his mouth when he heard that a child who should have been born healthy and loved by his mother was born with a congenital disability.

In my heart, I want to blame the sky, but the thing that hurts the most right now is my wife. Since she is a tender-hearted and kind woman, it is certain that during her pregnancy she did something wrong and that her child was born with a disability.

That’s why Sima Bu deliberately picked up her son wrapped in a blanket with a bright face.

“What if you are lame? It doesn’t change that you’re my child who won’t hurt even if you put it in your eyes. He is so handsome.”

He was a plump and plump child like a rice cake toad. She and she didn’t stand still for a moment, munching her fingers and mouth, sniffing her nose and looking around.

What do you mean? Her appearance was very peculiar.

Is this what a parent’s heart is like? If a newborn baby looks clever, what do you think about how clever it looks?

Sima Fu held her child and looked at the strange sky where the sun was not visible.

Yes, how can humans know the will of heaven? No one knows whether that phenomenon today is auspicious or bad omen. Nothing has been decided yet.

“Ten thousand.”

Samabu looked up at the strange sky and inadvertently spat out words to himself. She decided on a name for the child.

“Only cheat. Heaven (天). Ten thousand. Sima Mancheon.”

“Ueeeng~ mmm!”

Did she recognize her own name? Samabu soothed the crying child with a smile on her face.

“That’s right. That’s right. Yes, I am your father.”

A strange child born on a strange day when the sky was obscured. As a person before being a parent, I wondered how this child would grow up in the future.

But Samabu will not know. The energy of the sky is strangely flowing, and he realizes that his child is a reincarnated person with memories of his previous life.

The reincarnated person who got the name Samamancheon through Heaven’s prank cried out louder due to menstruation, and Samabu comforted and soothed the reincarnated person with love.

***

~10 YEARS LATER~ Ten years after a lot of time has passed.

The second son of the Sima family is lame. And his personality is eccentric.

“Yut- dog. First, go from Chiyut to Chimo with a dog, break it with a yut, go to Mogae, and eat the horse. Because then I ate. Throw again.”

Contrary to the child who was in tears because the words in her hat were eaten, Sima Mancheon picked up four yuts, rubbing her palms with her excited face.

As it is, he throws the yutpae using his wrist snap.

Dalgrak~ Dalgrak~

The paddle makes a pleasant sound and dances. Bounce, bump, kick and climb the floor, dancing to separate winners from losers, those who laugh and those who cry.

‘Do! Do! Do!’

The child, who had only the last words to say, shouted loudly in his heart as he grabbed the bag of candy he was betting on so strongly that sweat flowed out. Her mother even brought out her candy that was hidden in her. If you lose here, it doesn’t end with scolding.

How nice it would be if a hand was decided with a strong heart. However, it is always the luck of the player’s hand and the sky that decides the hand.

“Mo.”

Heaven chose Samamancheon.

The child was shocked by the result and sat down on the floor as his knees gave out, but Sama Mancheon showed no mercy when it came to playing yut.

“Okay. I will go again.”

With Samamancheon’s merciless evil laugh, the yutpae dance again. It’s a dog this time. An ordinary loser But it doesn’t matter. The game is already over when Mo comes out.

“Going from mogae to mo, do, dog, girl, yut, mo.”

Sama Mancheon’s last words pass by the words of a young child who was standing on the back of the yut with just one space left, and enter her back. With this, all 10,000 words came to his back. The game is over.

“Let’s see where we go~ It was a bet that the 1st place eats all the candy for the 2nd and 3rd place. Write it~ Hey, this is lucky today.”

Of course, I spend some time on the subject that I remember. That’s how Sima Manchuan plays with losers.

“I-I can’t give you this. Ma……manchunah……we are friends. Just once… Just once….”

A child crying and unable to speak. However, Sama Mancheon gave orders with a chin to the little shoulders he was carrying with him in preparation for such an occasion.

“If you didn’t want to lose it, you shouldn’t bet. Why make people bad?”

Doraemon, who has gained a lot of fat, with hands like ham fists, little shoulders who easily snatch a candy bag from a child’s arms. Just looking at the act of taking things from those who resist, they are already at the professional level.

“Oh…no. No. Stop that! Please don’t steal it!”

He crouches down to keep the bag of candy from being taken away, but the fight with the kids in the neighborhood is a weight class fight. The slender child couldn’t protect the candy from the two-year-old and burst into bitter tears.

“Unrok is crying. Mancheon-ah, what should I do?”

Unrok burst into tears at the resentment of not protecting her candy and the hardships that awaited him in the future. Her little shoulders looked at Mancheon in bewilderment.

“No. If you bet, you might lose. Why are you crying Don’t cry, I’ll return the bag of candy.”

He put the bag of candy in his bracken-like hand again, but the already bursting tears showed no signs of stopping, and eventually Man-cheon took a special measure.

“Take some medicine out of my snack bag.”

I take out the medicine from the luxurious silk pouch and cover her mouth as she bursts into tears in the current formation.

“Now~ Now~ Don’t cry. Eat. It is expensive and delicious.”

“hehehe… hehehe… Thank you… It’s delicious. mmmhhhhh…”

Fortunately, the crying stopped, but the other children started to riot at the sight of Unrok enjoying the yakgwa.

“Why give only Unrok back! Give me back the candy!”

“Me too!”

If we leave it like this, there will be an uproar. It’s just disgusting to see kids crying.

“Yes, yes, there are a lot of them here. Share it yourself I’ll give you back the candy.”

“Wow~ Mancheon is the best.”

It’s usually like this when Sama Mancheon plays with the neighborhood kids. She brings various novelties to acclimatize the children, and when they get used to them, they place snacks and bets.

Sometimes they actually take it away to show how cruel society is, but if you can, just like today, they give back the candy they won through a bet and even give out snacks they brought from home to the kids.

“But Mancheon-ah, why are you taking away the candy that will be returned anyway?”

At the words of her little shoulder, who showed curiosity while chewing on her medicinal fruit, Sama Man-cheon smiled as she looked at the children who cherished her returned candy bag.

“I don’t take candy because I want to eat it. It’s fun to take candy from a child’s nose, so I’m taking it.”

I don’t understand. Why on earth is it fun to steal candy you don’t even eat?

Sima Manchuan walked home, limping limply, leaning on her cane, leaving behind the bulky body that scratched her head in disbelief.

“We all played. I go home and take a nap or sleep. You guys, don’t hang out until too late and go home on your own.”

When I woke up and woke up, I realized that I had been living in the martial arts world for 10 years.

She was born crippled into a world that values nothingness. She was worried at first, but she manages to enjoy her second life.