122 – Isn’t this…? (2)

[Cluck… .]

[Chuckling… !]

My head pounded at the sound of laughter in my ears. What’s so good about it? It was pretty unsightly to be smiling all day.

“Can you please be quiet?”

[Seduce Ayu… . I can count on my five fingers such refreshing moments in my life.]

“You’ve lived so long, but these are only five fingers… ?”

[Chuckling!]

I couldn’t stand Shin Noya’s rude behavior any longer and went out of the training ground. A cool breeze blew, but I couldn’t feel it because of the heat on my body.

It’s been a day since I had a fight with Namgung-jin last night. Maybe it was because of a serious accident, but thanks to that, Sega was turned upside down.

It was the fact that I had a fight with the Namgung Family, but the problem was that the Namgung Family admitted defeat.

“It didn’t happen like that, so why all of a sudden… .”

How much do we like each other if only the reward of the bet is promised and I lose? I would have been able to protect the position of the family head. This would make things difficult for me as well.

Fortunately, I didn’t say I used a sword.

The justification for paying the sword was also on my side, and even if my hand was excessive, Namgung-jin also acknowledged the mistake, so it will not move into a dispute between the three families.

However, apart from this, there were major problems.

‘This is all because of Noya… .’

[Look at this guy… ? At best, you helped me yesterday, so you’re blaming others.]

‘If you’re going to help me, I’ll help you until the end… !’

A disciple is something, a disciple.

To be a disciple to the head of the Namgung family in the world. what kind of crazy word is this

I said crazy things to that arrogant and proud man… . My head was very itchy.

Seeing the man leaning against a tree with his eyes closed, I felt that it was getting worse.

the man tells me

“He came out.”

“… Since when have you been waiting?”

“Not long ago.”

Changcheon Sword King Namgungjin was waiting for me leaning against a tree. By the way, this was the first time I had seen it since I was dragged half bound yesterday.

“Are you okay?”

“What do you mean?”

“The body.”

“It’s okay. There are no injuries.”

Although it was said that it was a sword dance, neither I nor Namgung-jin were harmed. Shin Noya didn’t swing his sword to kill him, and Namgoong Jin’s sword didn’t even reach him.

Namgoongjin was looking at me quietly. I don’t know what kind of gaze it was, but the handsome face resembling Namgung Cheonjun was extremely burdensome.

“I made sure that no harm was done to Confucius.”

“…”

“Why?”

It was because I was very uncomfortable with the name change. Not to mention the name, even the tone of voice. Confucius… . Right now, just yesterday, it was blood, you bastard, you bastard, and so on.

“If you don’t like the title, you can call me Master.”

“no.”

[Chuckling… !]

Namgoong-jin continues with my firm words.

“I don’t think you meant that with all your heart.”

“of course. I wasn’t serious.”

[Why do you ignore my sincerity, I was sincere.]

I ignored Shinnoya’s words. Right now, my mind was full of thoughts about how to deal with the situation.

The reason why I tried to suppress it with a sword was because there was some kind of excuse. Not only did he not make a bet, he was a body that reached its peak, and Kuga was a Sega who used martial arts and swords at the same time.

I was able to do it because of my great talent. If so, do you have anything to refute? Even if there are doubts and complaints, there is no way to dig them up.

However, there was no answer to the use of the Namgung family’s swordsmanship. I mean, there’s no way to explain it.

It wasn’t Namgung’s secret illegitimate child, nor was it a hidden disciple or anything.

‘Really, what did you do to me like this… .’

[Didn’t you entrust the job to me too?]

‘Grunt… .’

I looked at Namgoongjin. Yesterday’s anger had gone, and his eyes had grown calmer.

Namgoong-jin, who was standing still, spoke to me.

“I haven’t made this public yet.”

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Cool words.

“No threats, I am not in a position to do such a thing. I will also agree to the bet, since the daughter is supposed to be betrothed to Confucius anyway.”

There is no sign of anything special. Do you have any thoughts about Namgoongbia? It didn’t look right for Namgoongbia to give her opinion casually without asking.

It worked the way I wanted it to, but the feeling of discomfort remained.

“As I said yesterday, if you have a wish, I will listen to it, and if you kneel, I intend to kneel.

How dare you say such scary and burdensome words casually.

“… What are you trying to do?”

“What is this? That’s a funny word, did Confucius use it without knowing what it was?”

know. The value of the sword Shin Noya showed me last night. Even more so, Namgung-jin would find out more.

I want to be able to come out with a low profile like this.

“This is what I need more than anything right now.”

Namgung-jin could have been seen as a piece of enlightenment, or he might have been fascinated by the sword.

A martial art with high value is like poison to a warrior. If you get addicted to it, you can’t get out of it.

The problem is I have no way of giving him this.

Showed, but no way to tell? What kind of bullshit is this?

Now that I’m here, I really don’t know. If you say… .

‘Can you believe it?’

[You won’t believe me.]

‘…’

I stopped thinking at Shin Noya’s laughing voice. Then, out of curiosity, I asked Namgoong-jin.

“Aren’t you curious why I can use Namgung’s sword?”

This was an important question. As Namgung-jin, he is not asking what he should be asking.

Isn’t it strange? No matter how blind he was to swordsmanship, he didn’t ask the most important words.

At my question, Namgung-jin put on a rather strange expression.

“Do I need to ask?”

“what… .”

“Confucius would be the same person as them. I mean, there is no need to ask.”

them?

‘… Who are you talking about?’

The words that came out of Namgung-jin’s mouth were unexpected. It wasn’t that I didn’t think anything of it, but I was already making a close guess of certainty.

Or, I wondered if he was referring to the Dark Night Palace, but that’s not the case. It wasn’t a name that would come out of the current situation.

If so, who are they that Namgoong-jin is talking about? Who is it that Namgung-jin goes over like that without incident?

Namgung-jin’s eyebrows furrow as I’m not saying anything.

“Confucius… ?”

“you’re right. I didn’t know that the head of Namgung knew about it.”

When Namgung-jin tried to raise his suspicions, he answered with an iron plate on his face. If you say no, it’s because you don’t have an answer to give.

[How can you be so shameless… .]

‘This is all because of Noya’s poop, so don’t say anything.’

[Is it okay to do that?]

‘It’s not okay. It’s all because of Noya.’

[You don’t think about the cheap things you eat and you blame me again, anyway, you’re a rotten bastard.]

If he made a mistake, he would have to take the head of the Namgung family as his disciple, but shouldn’t he do something about it?

I don’t know what they are, but they were the ones that made Namgoong-jin understandable right away.

As a blood relative of the Gu family, there is nothing strange about belonging somewhere and possessing the swordsmanship of the Namgung family.

‘… What?’

When I thought about it, there was no organization that came to mind. It’s too much with just the Dark Night Palace, but I have to think of something more. That there were people who met such absurd conditions in the first place?

‘I don’t remember.’

If this happened, it could have been an unknown group or perhaps Namgung-jin’s scheme.

There were so many things rolling in my head. When repeating complicated thoughts, Namgoongjin continues talking to me.

“Since you tried to teach me by revealing your true identity, I think you must have wanted something.”

“Yes… Joe?”

Of course, there was no such thing as a wish. Even if there was such a thing, I wouldn’t have asked Namgoong-jin.

[It was fun twisted.]

‘… Are you enjoying this right now?’

I don’t know where the twist came from and I feel like my brain is going to burn, but Noya just laughs and says it’s fun. What is Namgoong-jin thinking about my back?

“I want to talk to you right now, but before that, I need to talk about my subordinates first.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Yesterday, I heard that Confucius’ attendant was beaten by my subordinate and is now lying in bed.”

“… you’re right.”

The attendant’s name was Bihee. As expected, the name didn’t come to mind when I heard it, so I didn’t have a lot of ties.

Still, I remember the eyes that looked at me at the end.

“That’s why Confucius put my men in a half-dead state and laid them down.”

“I don’t think you’re blaming me for that, but what are you trying to say?”

“Of course, I’m not blaming it, it’s just because it’s important. No matter how prestige the Namgung family is, it’s not enough to step into other families and treat the attendants that way.”

Yeah, that’s why it’s even more absurd and absurd.

It’s not a level where Kuga goes anywhere and is ignored, much less the place he visited for an engagement. Did he treat the attendant of his blood relatives who was to be engaged there that way?

I couldn’t have it unless I saw even the neighborhood anthill.

Namgoong-jin says that he is judging that.

“No one has ever done anything like that.”

“… what?”

“Including me, none of the men in the male palace have done such a thing.”

You said you came to ask me to teach you martial arts, so instead of an apology, are you holding out your flippers? It seemed like a tantrum would flare up inside.

“Then the guy I bumped into at that time must be a ghost?”

It reminds me of the man I met in front of the annex door. Feeling strange in the reaction or behavior of the attendant, he subdued and attacked, and as a result, the attendant was lying there sick.

Namgoongjin asks me.

“That’s why I’m asking Confucius. Who was he?”

“What the hell are you talking about… .”

“The warrior that Confucius met is not ours. The fact that the servants were made like that, and the fact that they were secretly abandoned between their neighbors. The subordinates did not know.”

I couldn’t help but look at Namgungjin with trembling eyes at Namgungjin’s words.

“Are you telling me to believe that absurd statement?”

“If you wish to belong to Namgung, you must be banned. If you wish, I will call my subordinates to confirm it.

Namgoong Jin’s expression and atmosphere didn’t seem like he was telling a lie, but it wasn’t something he would easily believe.

The man who stopped me at the door. After twisting his arm and breaking his ribs, he knocked him out by striking his jaw.

Direct contact with the body was enough to feel the energy.

Face. what did your face look like

… It’s blurry, no matter how fleetingly I saw it, I couldn’t remember it like this.

“I have already reported to the old family head separately, but I came to make it a little more clear. I will have to send a separate letter about this matter.”

“… What do the subordinates of the Namgung Housekeeper say?”

“They said they didn’t know, as if the group had a memory problem.”

No matter how I heard it, it was a strange situation, so I finally swallowed dry saliva.

If Namgung-jin’s words are correct, now Namgung-jin is coming as a disciple and it’s Nabal, so it’s not a problem.

“… First, wait for Confucius’ attendant to wake up… .”

Namgung-jin continued to say something, but he didn’t listen and moved on.

[Where are you going? It seems that there is still something left to say.]

‘I must go see my father.’

A face that seemed to have a memory problem as a group, and a face that I couldn’t remember blurryly. Just hearing Namgoong-jin’s words kept the alarm going off in my head.

‘… That couldn’t have been.’

The characteristics were definitely reminiscent of ‘The Guy’, but it was something that shouldn’t be said.

He was the one who should have been stuck in the basement of the Gu Family even at this moment.

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Pudeudeuk Pudeuk-.

The sound of bones breaking fills the room. The man was touching his grotesquely twisted arm and returning it to its original shape.

Pudeudeuk-.

“My hands are hot, I never thought a kid would make me look like this. My chest was also smashed, you know?”

The man speaks into the darkness. I thought no one was there, but I heard an answer from the other side.

“You could have run away, but you did something useless.”

“escape? This old man speaks easily, do you think it will be easier for Namgung to handle his work while washing his sweet water?”

“Since it was such a contract, it must be fulfilled.”

“It’s ridiculous.”

Saying so, the man threw a book into the darkness.

“I wrote it down as I wished. Is this enough?”

“This is done, what about the second one?”

“Why ask if you already know? It failed, because the intruder came at the end.”

“You mean the guy who made you look like that?”

“If I hadn’t been able to hit it without hurting, I would have been caught there. It would be easier to just catch them, kill them, and bury them in the ground… .”

“Stop saying stupid things, I just wish I had failed. It wasn’t anything particularly important.”

In the first place, it would have been easier to twist the relationship if it had been tried as an unmanned rather than a servant. It was difficult for the man to understand what the damn old man was saying.

The old man tells the man

“That face was about this. You don’t have to stay in Namgung anymore. to come back.”

“I was kind of affectionate, but it’s a pity.”

Along with the man’s regretful words, the muscles in his face grotesquely twist.

Poo eu eu eu eu deuk.

From a middle-aged man to an old man, from an old man to a middle-aged woman, and finally to a boy.

The boy, now a boy, asked the old man.

“Can I rest for a while now?”

The tone of voice was the same, but perhaps because the face had changed, the voice also changed to a completely different person.

“Next is Shaolin.”

“… Wow, that’s really f*cking stupid, don’t even rest?”

“If you want to be released later, so be it.”

“F*ck… . What can I do?”

The old man calmly answered the boy’s cursed question.

“As always, the things to steal are the same. The deadline will be enough until winter is over, right?”

“They give you a f*cking deadline, do you know what to do when I get released?”

“I’ve heard it a hundred times more, saying you’re going to kill me first.”

“You know, I’m waiting for you.”

“Let’s wait for good results.”

No further reply came to the old man’s words. Because the boy had already disappeared.

It’s always been the case, so the old man didn’t care.

The old man’s eyes were on the book in his hand. Interesting stuff. It was related to what failed this time.

The person who sent the letter is written as Gu Chang-jun.

The old man reads the letter slowly and stamps it at the end.

It meant accepting the request.