return of the blossoming blade's nurture

Chapter 2:WHAT HAPPEN TO MOUNT HUA?

"So what you're saying is... I'm a beggar?"

'Was he beaten on his head or his body?' A beggar, asking if he was a beggar? What madness was this? Gu Chil was certain... this guys had turn weird. No, he'd turned horrifyingly weird.

He normally slacked off, so Gu Chil knew the one day he was going to get a real beating—it was just bad luck that today was the day. That was the iron rule of the Beggars' Union: If you dont find food with your own hands, you either die a dog's death, starve to death or get beaten.

Normally, people would come back to their senses after their beating. Normally. Instead, the complete opposite was happening in front of Gu Chil.

"Is it true? Am i really living in this place like this? It cant be true."

"...Are your blind or what?"

"Huh?"

"It shouldnt be hard to figure it out by looking at what you're wearing."

Chung Myung lowered his eyes; he saw all kinds of fabrics and rags. It should have been normal clothing, but its was... rags. Even his sago would not approve of this, if he was wearing these rags. Any normal person would nod their head and go back to work, but not Chung Myung.

"Dont I have a name or something?"

"Since when did beggars have names?"
Gu Chil heaved a sigh. "Just a crude one. You're Cho Sam."

"...Sounds just like a beggar's name." Look, even his name was poor.Sago would SERIOUSLY NOT approve of this! "To be a beggar. This kind of beggar..."

The other beggar stared blankly at him.

"And age—am I around sixteen?"

"Since when did beggars keep track of the age?"

"That makes sense."—Unlike everything else. Everything about Cho Sam has changed, from the way he spoke to the way he moved. On top of that, he had no idea what was happening around him. It was far to much to be caused by a concussion.

"Then, what year is it?"

"...Beggars count the days. You ever seen a beggar who counted the years?"

"Sounds like a true beggar."

Gu Chil rubbed his eyes. A beggar's life was always tired and stressful, but this was so much worse than usual.

"Then, I have one more question."

"... You've been asking for a while now."

"Do you know who the Heavenly Demon is?"

"You were mumbling about the Heavenly Demon earlier, too. Why are you suddenly looking for him?"

"Answer me first."

"Of course I know him. Everyone knows. He was the leader of the Demonic Sect, who was defeated a hundred years ago."

"What?"

"Boss—"

Cho Sam shot forward and grabbed Gu Chil by the collar.

"One hundred years have passed since the Heavenly Demon was slain? ONE HUNDRED YEARS? Does the really mean a century has passed since then? A centuryyyyyyy?"

"... That's right." Seems like Cho Sam got hit real hard.

"Tell me the truth, dont even think about lying."

"What good would come out of lying to you?" Gu Chil pulled Cho Sam off him. Soon, Cho Sam's freed hands were scratching furiously at his head.

'He's gone mad.' There was no other explanation after seeing that. He wasnt confused or rattled by the beating—he'd just lost his mind. Gu Chil had never seen someone's face express so many shades of "flustered."