Reincarnation of the Martial Emperor Chapter 6 : Chapter 6

Chapter 6: I'm a literature teacher?

The best way to examine a person's consciousness and thoughts was to check the things they left behind.

This was because everyone had an inertia in how they lived their life, and those habits and quirks would inevitably leave traces on the things they used.

As such, while I was recovering, I ceaselessly explored the items Jaegal Hwi had left behind in his life.

From a neatly kept bundle of fine brushes, to ticulously preserved books, and even to clothes carefully sorted by season.

This young man clearly had a very ticulous and delicate personality.

But that squirrel-hair brush.

While all the other fine brushes were in very good condition, the bamboo shaft of that squirrel-hair brush, right where one would grip it, was noticeably worn down.

There was no trace of it being maintained with oil, even on the pen tube where fine characters were engraved.

‘It must have been an object with special aning to him.’

The bamboo shaft doesn't wear down just from writing a lot.

He must have been lost in wistful thoughts whenever he held this brush, unconsciously and ceaselessly fiddling with it.

I examined the fine characters engraved on the pen tube in more detail.

The older brother wishes the younger a long life.

Uphold righteousness as you would protect your life.

Let a virtuous na be your armor.

And be filled with vast, righteous energy.

It was not a grand piece of writing.

It was just a common blessing from an older brother to a younger one, literally wishing for the younger brother's long life and telling him to live by serving righteousness.

Just by examining the pen tube, I couldn't properly understand the reason he had been so agitated.

‘If it's his older brother, is it that Great Young Master I saw earlier?’

I recalled the expression and gaze of the Great Young Master, Jaegal Cheon, as he looked at .

But they didn't feel like they had a particularly affectionate or special relationship.

Though his mouth was full of worry and goodwill, there was sothing else.

A strange sense of dissonance, as if looking at a competitor?

Rather than brothers sharing a deep bond of friendship, it was closer to a gaze that burned with passion and determination while looking at .

Well, I could figure out the family relationships slowly.

‘Hmm…….’

After the objects, I began to examine the writings he had left behind.

I thought that being a genius of the Jaegal Clan ant he would only be imrsed in chanics, formations, and mathematics, but this wasn't just any madman; he was completely insane.

He had densely recorded the luminance and degree of refraction, dispersion angle, and regularity of light that changed minutely by reflecting sunlight in a specific direction with a bronze mirror.

The sa went for flowing water.

He had unraveled the points where the flow and hydraulic pressure of a fluid changed according to the characteristics of an obstacle, and the degree of the flow velocity, all into arithtic progression formulas, which just made wonder if he was even the sa species of human.

He would release various breeds of dogs in a downpour and calculate the distance to which they could track a specific scent.

When I confird even the research that attempted to quantify the degree of human sensation, I finally ca to think that he was not an ordinary human.

His way of thinking itself was different.

The simple descriptor of 'genius' could not fully express this young man.

What should I say, it felt like he was of a different species?

If this young man's interest had been in martial arts, what kind of martial completion would he have achieved?

Now I could finally understand Jaegal Yeseong's fuss.

There was no way the legendary forr military strategist of the Murim Alliance would not have seen what was so easily visible even to my eyes.

Even I was this frantically curious about his achievents, so what about the grandfather who had watched that talent his whole life?

Even if the result was crap, it would have looked like gold.

That was why he had spouted all sorts of interpretations to my simple answer of ‘Je’ (Emperor).

“Hmm…….”

I tore my eyes away from the young man's writings and slumped in the chair.

It was because I had realized that living as the Third Young Master of the Jaegal Clan was no simple matter.

If he had been a diocre genius, it might have been possible to imitate him, but this man possessed a talent that was truly out of this world.

Would it really be possible to keep deceiving the eyes of that experienced Jaegal Yeseong?

But then.

“Hm?”

Having been lost in thought with my eyes briefly closed, I woke up with a start.

It was because the enormous amount of writing I had just seen ca to mind as vividly as if I were looking at it.

“C-Crazy……”

The research results of his that I had confird were by no ans a small amount.

I had scanned through at least more than half of those paper bundles piled up like a mountain.

But all of that content was swirling around in my head?

And so vividly, every single sentence, those complex calculation formulas?

A shiver that ran through my whole body burst out of my mouth.

“I… Jin Gang-cheon……”

Until now, I had never once thought of myself as a genius.

If I had any outstanding point, it was in managing an organization and in the social skills of handling people, never because I was smart.

If I were to line up and classify the figures of Jianghu, I would probably belong to the category of the diocre, no, the dull-witted.

The sword of the Sword Saint, which grew as if it knew no end to the sky.

The years I despaired before his sword forms, the infinite hell I felt, no one knew.

How frightening talent was, how much of a wall the person facing that talent felt, could there have been anyone else who felt it as desperately as I did.

And yet, I…….

I trembled like that for a while, then closed my eyes again.

My thoughts expanded infinitely.

Variations I had never been able to draw in my entire life unfolded like the sea.

Those amazing trajectories of power repeated their creation and destruction countless tis, increasing their level of completion.

A ceaselessly rising sea of martial soul.

The hundreds of techniques that existed in my head were instantly unified into dozens, then again into a re ten or so.

What I lacked, what I should have focused on more, was drawn out clearly.

An unspeakable ecstasy, a complete enlightennt that ca like that.

“……”

When I opened my eyes again, the surroundings had grown dark.

I had been so lost in the state of Self-Forgetting that I couldn't even perceive the passage of ti.

Suddenly, I felt sorry for the curses I had poured on this young man's shabby body.

This young man was a god of wisdom.

This was truly the first ti in my life I had felt such a fulfilling intellectual exhilaration.

So this was what it was to be a genius.

Recalling my past life, my eyes reddened for no reason.

The techniques I had completed by grinding away my entire life.

The process of dissecting and reconstructing that vast martial soul took not even half a day.

No, isn't this too unfair!

Monsters like the Sword Saint and the Heavenly Demon were on a different starting line from the very beginning.

“Shit.”

Life is truly sothing.

“Huu…….”

The sense of futility from my past life was only montary; if Jaegal Hwi's talent was being passed on to , my future plans would beco very smooth.

The path to rise again as the Martial Emperor while living as Jaegal Hwi gradually began to be drawn out ticulously in my head.

Thus, I expanded the amplitude of my thoughts even further.

The Great Murim Alliance.

That colossal unorthodox alliance was by no ans an easy organization.

The Ghost Spirits, who were continuing special operations externally, would be hiding themselves thoroughly by now.

If sothing happened at the main headquarters, the first thing the Ghost Spirits had to do was to go into hiding imdiately.

Becoming the shadows of Jianghu like that and waiting for my, the Martial Emperor's, command was the principle they would choose.

The Mad Ninja Heretics, who were engaged in espionage on the border of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, would also have imdiately abandoned their disguised identities.

Until the command from the main headquarters was issued again, they would live their entire lives as ordinary commoners.

Of course, I could just find those guys again soday.

The problem was the prison bastards.

The Ghost King Heretic.

The Solitary Hegemon.

The Shadowless Sword.

The Flying Waning Moon.

The Red Lotus.

The Fla Demon.

Abaek.

The Sword Fiend.

Those were the bastards who had been running their mouths off, saying, "I am the alternative, the Martial Emperor has lost his ambition."

It was unfortunate, but there were many subordinates who were dissatisfied with my moderate principles.

Bastards who wanted to project the powerful force of the Great Murim Alliance externally.

I had thrown all those hard-line bastards, who had gathered under the banner of the Unification of the Righteous and Unorthodox, into the underground prison.

If that monstrous Dark Spirit Revered One's principle for killing people was ‘those who have seen him,’ then there was a high probability that those bastards were still alive in the underground prison.

If those monster-like bastards were still alive, then the Great Murim Alliance was not over yet.

However…….

Right now, I, the Martial Emperor, no, the Alliance Leader of the Great Murim Alliance, could not present any proof to them.

If I could find the Divine Blade of Mad Martial Arts, which symbolized the Command of the Great Murim Alliance, it might be a different story, but there was no way such a thing was still around.

The thieves gathered from all over the Central Plains would have searched the ruined Great Murim Alliance dozens of tis over.

‘Still, that is mine!’

Even among the twelve most famous weapons in the world, the Divine Blade of Mad Martial Arts was widely known as my, the Martial Emperor's, beloved weapon.

I couldn't dare to guess whose hands that blade had fallen into, but it was close to impossible to completely dispose of an absolute weapon of that value as stolen goods.

Because that blade was a sacred object that symbolized the entire unorthodox faction.

‘If I stir up the Beggar's Gang or the Night King's Gate, I might be able to get a small clue.’

To track the Divine Blade of Mad Martial Arts, I would need to win over at least the Elder Beggar of the Beggar's Gang or a Hall Leader who could move the Night King's Decree.

Of course, such a thing was not possible as the re Third Young Master of the Jaegal Clan.

I would have to move the heart of the Jaegal Clan Head, that is, my father.

Because if it was a request from the Jaegal Clan Head, even the most heavy-assed Elder Beggar would have no choice but to move.

But by what ans?

In the end, what was needed was my reputation and status within this family of ink-slingers.

It ant that I had to reach a point where even the Jaegal Clan Head would die on the spot if I said the word.

“Hmm…….”

The Jaegal Clan.

I don't know why, of all places, I was reincarnated into this family of ink-slingers, but in any case, my current situation was that of a blood relative of the Jaegal Clan.

Moreover, when I thought about what I could do as a re junior, and in the body of an Orthodox Faction mber where etiquette and rules were enforced, honestly, I couldn't see the future clearly.

The Ghost Spirits who would investigate up to the eighth cousins of key figures on my command, and the Martial Spirits who would risk their lives to protect , were no longer there.

To think that I had to handle everything with my own hands, it felt as if all my limbs had been cut off.

What's more, no matter how much it was , I didn't know the true substance and capabilities of the Jaegal Clan in their entirety.

Even a famous sword needs to know the hardness and malleability of sothing to cut it, so by what ans could I utilize this sword called the Jaegal Clan, which I didn't even know properly?

I shook my head violently.

My heart was getting ahead of itself, making my thoughts only more complicated.

For now, I had to calmly resolve the imdiate problems, one step at a ti.

Suddenly, I heard a presence from outside the door.

“Third Young Master, the children are waiting.”

Right, things like this were the bigger problem for now.

The daily routine of the Third Young Master.

The teacher who would review the lessons for the young children who had returned from the Crouching Dragon Hall in the evening was the true reality that I, right now, had to overco.

What on earth should I teach these young Jaegals who were not even ten years old?

“I was just writing for a mont. I will be there soon.”

“Yes, Third Young Master.”

It would be better to just pick up a weapon and run to a battlefield.

What do you an, a literature teacher?

Perhaps this was the kind of mission that was the most difficult for a man like the Martial Emperor to perform?