A Letter from Ji-Mun, Self-Proclaimed Hero and Part-Time Genius
To whom it may concern (especially if you're a fan or a curious historian),
Greetings!
My name is Ji-Mun, current traveling companion of the world-renowned, occasionally brooding, suspiciously humble, and definitely-overpowered Baek Sun-Ho.
But today, dear reader, the spotlight shines where it truly belongs: on me.
Allow me to recount my journey, achievements, and suffering (mostly caused by Yul-Rin's dart-throwing practice and Ma-Rok's cooking experiments).
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🥋 Section 1: The Origin of Greatness
They say heroes are born. I say: heroes improvise.
I was once a wandering scholar-poet-warrior-alchemist-scout-gourmet—all at once. (Yes, multitasking is one of my many talents.)
When I met Sun-Ho, I thought, "Here's a quiet guy with potential. Probably needs guidance." So I stuck around. For his benefit.
He claims to be older in soul. But how can anyone compare life experience when I once arm-wrestled a mountain goat during a thunderstorm? (True story. You may question the goat's credibility, but not mine.)
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🍲 Section 2: Lessons in Survival
Traveling with this group has taught me many things:
Never eat anything Ma-Rok declares "perfectly roasted."
Don't sneak into Yul-Rin's satchel unless you want to sneeze pink mist for two days.
Never ask Master Jang serious questions unless you enjoy answers that sound like riddles written by sleepy turtles.
I've also mastered the art of emergency cooking. My signature dishes include:
Ji-Mun's Spicy Mist Stew (results vary).
Sweet Lotus Disaster Porridge.
And the legendary Ghost Pepper Resurrection Broth.
Sun-Ho once said my cooking ignites the spirit. He may have meant it literally. He hasn't denied it.
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💘 Section 3: Rumors and Clarifications
There are whispers that I once flirted with the daughter of a Moonblade Elder while evading three assassins and composing poetry. I will neither confirm nor deny.
There are rumors that I tripped on my own sword and fell into a pond during a stealth mission. These are vile lies spread by jealous frogs.
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🥇 Final Thoughts
If this letter finds its way into the archives of Murim, let it be known:
I, Ji-Mun of No Fixed Clan, stood beside legends, walked through lightning, danced past death, and always kept the campfire warm.
To my future fans: write often. Praise freely. And send snacks.
Warm regards (and mildly scorched eyebrows),
— Ji-Mun
MStrategist, Wanderer, Part-Time Cook, and Full-Time Legend
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