The World's Greatest Troublemaker

Chapter 26

Chaotic times drive the powerless into a miserable life. The scenery unfolding before Mok Wigun and Pyeon Jeoksu was exactly that.

"It's a bit better inside the city walls, but it's really bad outside."

Looking from the hill, two villages could be seen. There was another village far to the west of the village where the Light Wind Unit lived together, and black smoke was rising from it. Corpses could also be seen scattered about.

Seeing that, Pyeon Jeoksu muttered.

"Pillage."

"A band of thieves must have come and gone."

The village was burning. No people could be seen either. They had either run away or died.

"Seeing it in person makes it feel real. This place is no different from that other world, is it?"

"When chaotic times come, the powerless suffer the most."

What was fortunate was that the band of thieves seemed to have bypassed the village where the Light Wind Unit lived. Or they had deliberately avoided it, knowing that there were people who knew martial arts.

There is no safe place. The slightly better places are inside the city walls where officials reside. Outside the city walls, it's about the areas under the influence of a strong noble family. The rest could be pillaged at any time.

"But it must have been quite hard for seven people to feed all those people."

Pyeon Jeoksu said so. The houses in the village were clustered together, and there seemed to be about twenty of them.

"Because they were responsible for everyone, including those who were injured and couldn't work."

That was the reason why Mok Wigun had a high opinion of the Light Wind Unit's captain, Dan Bulseok. And it was also the reason why he was now carrying food, cloth, medicine, and a few other things.

"But even if we bring this, those people won't be able to use it for long."

"Don't say that. To those people, this is more precious than their lives."

"No. I know that, but the amount the two of us are carrying isn't much."

But he grumbled, asking if we really needed to carry it. Saying we could just have people send it all at once. Mok Wigun shook his head.

"If we have people carry it by cart, do you think that would be good for those people?"

Then everyone would know that a large amount of food and goods had been sent. That's the same as telling a band of thieves to please come and attack.

"Stop grumbling and come on. And think carefully about how to treat the Light Wind Unit."

"What? I was the one treating them?"

"Then who does it? You, who are famous as a divine physician, should do it."

Pyeon Jeoksu's mouth protruded.

"Isn't this too much? You're better at medicine. Why are you passing it all on to me?"

"I have to focus on fixing my body and recovering. It's good for you too if I get better quickly. Isn't it?"

Mok Wigun calmly placated him.

"That's true. It is, but..."

His head understood, but his heart couldn't seem to. Pyeon Jeoksu's face was full of dissatisfaction.

"Alright. I'll grant you what you want instead."

"What I want?"

"Yes. I heard there's someone in that village who knows a lot about medicinal herbs."

"Really?"

Pyeon Jeoksu showed interest. Because his most recent focus was on the research of making potions.

He said that among the injured Light Wind Unit members, there was someone who worked as an herbalist. His body was unable to go to the battlefield, but he had to make a living somehow, so he had become an herbalist.

"His father was an herbalist, so he said he learned from a young age."

"Oh. Then that's good. I can go around with him and check this and that."

His pouty expression changed quickly. Mok Wigun said that if he just treated them well, he would also get him books that would be helpful for his potion research.

"Alright. If those are the conditions, it's worth doing. What's treating seven people?"

"It's not seven people."

"Why? Aren't there seven remaining members of the Light Wind Unit?"

Pyeon Jeoksu shook his head.

"I'll go and take a look, and if there's anyone who can be treated, I'll have to fix them."

"Hah. Alright. It's good if the number of warriors increases."

Pyeon Jeoksu didn't like it, but he said he could accept that much.

"But you can just tell the people to come to the Mount Yakwang annex. Why did you come all the way here?"

"Since we're here, we should also see other people."

"Other people? Who else are you going to see?"

Mok Wigun said with a smile.

"It's obvious they wouldn't have been able to go to a physician even if they were sick. There must be sick children and such, so we can't just pretend not to see them, can we?"

"Anyway, you really like children."

Pyeon Jeoksu grumbled again.

"Yeah. Make me do everything. Just suck the marrow from my bones."

Mok Wigun grinned. If he talks like that, he'll do it. If he really wasn't going to do it, he wouldn't grumble like that. After spending hundreds of years together, how could he not know that?

Mok Wigun said that and continued to walk towards the village. Looking at the village, he remembered the old days.

He had grown up in a village like that when he was young. That village was eventually pillaged and burned down like the village he had seen earlier. It was from then on. That he had lived a wandering, starving, and miserable life.

"It was a long time ago."

Pyeon Jeoksu grumbled without resting.

"You know you have to get me not only the books but also the ingredients, right?"

"Yeah. Just the ingredients? I'll get you delicious food too."

"Anyway, you're good with words. You just bought it for me once last time and that was it."

Mok Wigun and Pyeon Jeoksu bickered and continued to walk, and they gradually got closer to the village.

* * *

The villagers looked at Pyeon Jeoksu and Mok Wigun with wary eyes. An awkward and uncomfortable atmosphere.

What broke it was Dan Bulseok. He must have received a message, because he came out, saw Mok Wigun, and rushed over.

"Well, Young Master, what brings you here? And what is all this?"

Mok Wigun said as he put down his pack.

"I brought some things that are needed right away."

When he said it was food and cloth, women and children flocked over. And as the story spread, the other Light Wind Unit members and almost all the villagers came out.

"Well, what is this? It's rice and cloth."

"It's meat. Meat. There's meat too!"

"Wow! Is this ours?"

A commotion broke out. Then Dan Bulseok calmed the people down.

"You must be tired, but for you to bring it yourself, Young Master."

"I brought it to see you all as well. Captain, you can distribute this as you see fit."

And Mok Wigun deliberately said in a loud voice.

"This is what I brought for now, and more will come in the future, so don't worry."

The people's faces brightened. A smile bloomed on their faces at the thought that they wouldn't have to starve anymore. The children also ran around excitedly.

Dan Bulseok called a middle-aged woman and told her to distribute it appropriately. Although Mok Wigun and Pyeon Jeoksu had carried packs bigger than their own bodies, it wouldn't be a large amount when divided.

But just that made the people happy. And they expressed their gratitude to Dan Bulseok and the Light Wind Unit members. Because they had received this thanks to them. When things seemed to have settled down to some extent, Mok Wigun said.

"Is there a place to talk comfortably here?"

"Let's go to my house for now. But who is this person?"

Captain Dan Bulseok asked, pointing to Pyeon Jeoksu.

"This is Physician Pyeon."

"Ah! So this is the divine physician."

At the words 'divine physician', the surrounding people all looked at Pyeon Jeoksu at once. They had also heard the story about Physician Pyeon. Isn't he the divine physician who saved a dead person?

"I will examine you and the people here, so if there is anyone who is not well, please gather in a little while."

"Thank you, Young Master!"

And so, Mok Wigun and his party headed to Dan Bulseok's house.

His house was like that of a martial artist. There was a wide courtyard where one could train, and the living quarters were all there was. It was very simple.

"First, Physician Pyeon will check your condition. That's how we can decide how to treat you."

Mok Wigun said that he would first provide treatment, and once their bodies were better, they would immediately start training.

"But Young Master."

"What is it?"

"We are just grateful that Physician Pyeon is treating us. But how do you plan to train us?"

He was indirectly asking who would be guiding them.

"I will be in charge of the training."

"Hmm..."

The expressions of Dan Bulseok and the Light Wind Unit members were not good. Dan Bulseok said cautiously.

"We know that the Young Master's skill is excellent. But being good at martial arts and being good at guiding are different problems."

"That's right. Wouldn't it be better to have someone with abundant knowledge and experience in guidance?"

Mok Wigun knows what their worries are. But in this world, there is no one with more knowledge and experience than Mok Wigun.

"I know what you're thinking. Well. It would be faster to experience it directly than to talk about it."

Mok Wigun went outside with the members. Pyeon Jeoksu was watching that with a smile.

- Aren't you enjoying this too much?

- Phew. I told you, I like watching fights the most.

The guy was like that in that other world too. Mok Wigun had trained mercenary corps and knight orders, and had also guided fellow heroes. He had really experienced it countless times.

Pyeon Jeoksu would come out to watch the guidance sparring whenever he had a chance.

- Don't go easy on them, give them a proper lesson. That way, it's more fun.

Mok Wigun didn't answer. But Pyeon Jeoksu already knew. That Mok Wigun never goes easy when guiding.

"Who's going to start?"

"I'll go first."

Gu Mungoe, the youngest of the members, stepped forward. He was a member who had a knack for fist techniques.

"Use your full power. And use your internal energy to the maximum."

"Sir?"

Gu Mungoe, who was preparing, asked back in surprise. The other Light Wind Unit members stopped him.

"Aigoo. No. You're telling him to use internal energy."

"Then it's too dangerous."

Dan Bulseok first calmed them down and then asked.

"What is the Young Master's internal energy level?"

"It's less than ten years."

"Then it would be better not to use internal energy."

Mok Wigun shook his head.

"What kind of training would that be?"

"But you'll get hurt if you do that."

Mok Wigun said firmly with a stern expression.

"Do you think I came here to play children's games? Even if I get hurt, Physician Pyeon here will fix me, so don't worry and let's start."

Still, the members hesitated. They knew Mok Wigun's skill well from seeing it last time, but it's a different story if he uses internal energy.

Why do martial artists do all sorts of things to increase their internal energy? Because when you use internal energy, its power is immense.

As the members continued to hesitate, Mok Wigun snickered and said.

"Why? Are you that unconfident? Are you afraid you'll lose even if you use internal energy?"

He provoked them openly. Martial artists are people with strong pride. If you just endure even after being ridiculed, you are not a martial artist. Gu Mungoe dusted off his fists and came forward.

"Please be careful. It could be dangerous."

"How long are you going to just talk? I'm getting tired of waiting."

As he provoked him a little more, he could clearly see his fighting spirit rising. Gu Mungoe, who had taken a deep breath, began his attack with a kiai.

"Tahap!"

He stuck to Mok Wigun with a soft footwork. A following attack aimed at the chin. He stretched out a fast and powerful fist.

"Your lower body is unstable."

Mok Wigun lightly dodged the fist and kicked the outside of his knee with a 'thud'.

"Ugh!"

Gu Mungoe, whose knee buckled and staggered. His eyes widened.

'I'm sure he just tapped it without much force.'

But he was shocked enough to make his body stagger. It was the first time he had experienced something like this in his life as a martial artist. He couldn't even guess what method was used to make it happen. To the confused Gu Mungoe, Mok Wigun said.

"What are you doing? Aren't you coming?"

Mok Wigun gestured with his hand with a comfortable expression, as if he were taking a neighborhood stroll.

(End of Chapter)