MC: Yeon Mu Hwi (Ma Bi Gwang)
Age: 8
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[1 — Breakfast With the Yeon Family]
Morning sunlight poured into the dining room, warming the polished wooden floor.
The table was filled with food—steamed buns, grilled fish, rice porridge, side dishes, soup.
Mu Hwi sat down quietly.
And immediately—
His family stared at him.
All. At. Once.
It felt like three pairs of eyes were peeling him like an onion.
MC:
"…Why are all of you looking at me like that?"
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[2 — Family Noticing the Change]
Mu Jin leaned forward first, squinting like a suspicious detective.
Mu Jin:
"Your shoulders got broader."
Mother gasped softly, covering her mouth.
Eunsol:
"And your arms… they look harder…"
Father stroked his chin.
Taejin:
"And your back is straighter… your gait more steady…"
Then Su Rin pointed dramatically.
Su Rin:
"OPPA HAS MUSCLES!!"
Mu Hwi choked on air.
MC:
"Su Rin, stop shouting—"
Su Rin:
"No!! Oppa used to look like a noodle!! Now he looks like a tougher noodle!!"
Mu Jin snorted.
Mu Jin:
"A tougher noodle…? I can't tell if that's an insult or praise."
Su Rin proudly puffed her chest.
Su Rin:
"It's a COMPLIMENT."
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[3 — Father's Concern]
Father gently placed his chopsticks down.
Taejin:
"Mu Hwi, we can see you've been working very hard."
"But remember—Martial arts is a long road."
"You don't need to rush. Don't push yourself too much."
His tone was calm, but there was a subtle tremble of honest worry.
MC:
"…I understand, Father. I'm pacing myself."
Father nodded but didn't look convinced.
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[4 — Mother's Heartbreak]
Mother reached over suddenly and gently cupped his cheek.
Her fingers trembled as she traced the faint bruises and small cuts along his arm.
Eunsol (soft, sad):
"Look at these wounds…"
"My poor son… you've grown so much in one month…"
Her eyes watered, but she held it together.
Eunsol:
"Just… don't hurt yourself more than necessary, okay?"
Mu Hwi's heart tightened.
He had never received this type of affection in his past life.
A mother's worry.
A father's steadiness.
A brother's silent approval.
A sister's childish cheer.
It hit him deeply.
MC (thought):
…I'm really not alone anymore.
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[5 — Four Months Left]
Father cleared his throat.
Taejin:
"You have four months until the Wind Manor entrance exam."
"That's enough time… if you continue steadily."
Mu Hwi nodded firmly.
MC:
"I'll do my best."
Su Rin waved a chicken drumstick at him.
Su Rin:
"OPPA! Eat more! You need to grow big and strong for your exam!"
MC:
"…Why are you waving food like a weapon?"
Su Rin:
"Because food is STRONG!"
Mu Hwi sighed.
But he couldn't stop smiling.
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[6 — Back to Training]
After breakfast, Mu Hwi returned to the quiet courtyard, tying his hair back and stretching.
Today felt different.
His body felt light.
His breathing steady.
His foundation stronger.
But he wasn't going to be greedy.
MC (thought):
Sword art requires precision and long weapon experience.
Using it now would only slow me down.
Greed equals disaster.
I'll master the essentials first.
Passing the exam is my top priority.
He took a deep breath.
The sequence was clear:
1. Body Art (Heaven–Earth Indestructible Vessel)
Strengthen muscles and bones.
2. Inner Cultivation (Primordial Unity Qi Scripture)
Improve qi movement and breathing.
3. Movement Art (Flowing Void Step)
Speed, balance, silent footwork.
4. Fist + Palm Art (Limitless Ten Thousand Form Hands)
Close-range power and control.
Sword art could wait.
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[7 — Beginning the True Training]
He spread his legs into a stable stance—
palm raised, breathing synced, qi circulating faintly.
The air around him seemed to shift.
MC:
"Let's begin… properly."
His fists tightened.
His eyes sharpened.
His expression settled into quiet determination.
This was the moment Ma Bi Gwang always dreamed of.
A second life.
A real chance.
Step by step.
Breath by breath.
Punch by punch.
The courtyard echoed with the sound of a future martial artist being born.