I felt like I had t the Maeng Gwang-gae I knew again.
He was originally this kind of martial artist.
A person who hates evil more than anything in the world and despises injustice.
Although he doesn't say anything to those among his subordinates who are weak in martial arts or who can't do their work, he shows no rcy to those who do anything that goes against righteousness or who do sothing despicable.
In fact, even though the Hwangbo family is an important family, it probably wasn't just because of that one family that Maeng Gwang-gae stepped in himself.
For him, there was sothing more important than protecting the Hwangbo family.
He had stepped in to protect justice and punish the wicked.
"I understand. I know well what the elder's words an."
"Oh..."
He looked at with interest at my suddenly serious tone.
"Do you an you know what I'm trying to do?"
"Yes. I'm just going to think simply."
"Simply?"
"Isn't it just a matter of beating up the bad guys? When I'm doing sothing with the elder, I'll try not to judge or think as much as possible. Instead, I'll beco a single sword."
"What?"
"It ans I'll focus on beating up what's in front of . Instead, the elder should think and judge with all his might. So that I don't cut down the wrong person."
"...!"
At my words, he looked at as if he were seeing a ghost.
It's understandable.
Because what I just said was the sa conversation I had with him in my previous life, just with the roles reversed.
I feel like I can hear his voice from that ti.
'You beco a single sword. Don't try to think, don't try to judge, just a single sword that surely takes care of the guy I tell you to take care of.'
'Then what are you going to do after telling to do a sword dance?'
'? I have to judge. I have to judge and decide with all my might. So that the sword doesn't cut down the wrong person.'
Although the ti I spent with him was not that long due to our respective circumstances, when I think about it, it was also very fun to go around and punish the wicked with him.
For so reason, I feel like I'm rembering that ti.
"So it doesn't matter if it's the Yellow Sea Seven Tyrants or whatever, just put in front of the guys I have to fight, and I'll fight with all my might."
He, without answering, looked at for a long ti and then...
Thwack!
"Ouch!"
He suddenly hit on the head.
I, who was dumbfounded by his unexpected reaction, couldn't answer anything, and he said to in a shrill voice, "You're a cheeky little thing. What? Judge with all your might? Do you know who I am. I'm Maeng Gwang-gae. The elder of the Beggars' Sect, Maeng Gwang-gae. I don't know about others, but I don't make wrong judgnts!! You're still far from being my sword. To think you're talking as if you're so kind of peerless master just because you've achieved a little."
Maeng Gwang-gae, who was almost shouting.
But, his expression is very good.
It seems he is very pleased with my words and actions.
"Hmph. I was going to go in a few days, but I'll have to go and take care of the first guy tomorrow morning. It's okay if I do as I please with your senior brother and the Shaolin monk guys, right?"
"Yes. Please put them all in a dangerous place if possible."
"In a dangerous place? Isn't it usually the other way around? People ask to put those they know in a safe place."
"That may be so, but if you do that, there will be no developnt, right? The reason our sect leader sent my senior brother with . The reason the abbot of Shaolin attached those two to is probably to make them stronger martial artists by experiencing real combat with , so if they are only in a safe place, the aning will be lost."
"Hoho... you're a truly unique guy."
"But I'd like you to put two people in a safe place."
"Huh? Who?"
"Miss Zhuge Ling and Miss Nangong Yu-hwa."
"What? What, are you trying to say that you have to protect them because they are won?"
I shook my head vigorously.
"No. Absolutely not. In fact, if it were up to , I would like to put both of them in the most dangerous place so that they can gain real combat experience as soon as possible."
"Then why?"
"The two of them are still not ruthless in front of people. But they are people with talents that are too precious to be injured or die here. Coincidentally, they are both won, but in fact, that didn't matter much. If Mr. Zhuge Yun of the Zhuge family had been here, I would have made the sa request."
Maeng Gwang-gae, after narrowing his eyes and looking at , soon nodded his head.
"Tsk. In fact, even if you hadn't said so, I was also sending those two to a relatively safe place. So don't act so high and mighty."
"Of course. The elder's eyes are more accurate than mine."
I deliberately smiled with my eyes.
He, with a disgusted expression, said, "Anyway, then I'll take care of the rest of the mission distribution. And you, finish your breakfast by around 7 a.m. tomorrow morning and co back here."
"Yes. I'll eat a hearty al and go. Who is the first opponent I'll et?"
"It's a place called the Mayu Sect among the Yellow Sea Seven Tyrants. The Mayu Sect leader is a guy nad Jang Hwi, and I don't know if it's true or false, but he's a guy who claims to be a descendant of Zhang Fei from the Three Kingdoms period in the distant past."
"A descendant of Zhang Fei? Then is he as big and strong as him?"
"Yes. The guy was born a strong man. The weapon he uses is also a huge iron bar as thick as a person's torso. It would be more appropriate to call it an iron pillar."
When I imagined his appearance, I felt a sense of being overwheld for no reason, and I stuck out my tongue.
"But don't worry. The guy's internal energy is not that outstanding. I don't know if he neglected his internal energy training because of his innate strength, or if his innate strength compensated for his lack of talent in internal energy, but if you just keep your wits about you, he won't be that difficult an opponent."
He tells to fight a strong man who wields an iron bar as thick as a person's torso, and then he says it so calmly. To the extent that I wonder if he's saying it so easily because he's not the one fighting.
"I'll tell you the next opponent after you take care of this guy, so go back quickly. Take these clothes and this sword with you."
"I'll be busy tonight. Since I have to get used to the width, length, and weight of this sword."
"That's why I was going to go in a few days... can you get used to it in one night?"
At his question, I smiled and answered, "One night? Half a day is enough for this."
"Tsk, you're cheeky. Go on!"
"Yes. I'll see you tomorrow, elder."
I, holding An Hwi's clothes and sword, did not go back to my room at the inn, but first went to an empty lot where no one was.
And after carefully putting down the clothes on one side, I held An Hwi's sword in my hand.
The sword, to be honest, is an ordinary sword that is a little difficult to call a famous sword.
It is not made by a famous craftsman, but an ordinary blue steel longsword made by a neighborhood blacksmith by hamring iron.
But, just because it is an ordinary sword does not an that its maintenance was also neglected.
You can tell the owner's personality by looking at the sword.
This blue steel sword is ticulously maintained without a single chip.
In addition, the fact that the hilt is worn and shiny shows how much he had held and swung this sword in his daily life.
Although it is only a third-rate martial art learned from a third-rate sect, he must have trained every day with the belief that he could beco strong if he trained hard even with that third-rate martial art.
Because the feel of this hilt cannot be created by swinging it only a few dozen or a few hundred tis.
'Damn it. Why of all things, this guy's sword.'
Although I honestly didn't have any particular thoughts until a little while ago, as I swung his sword, for so reason, I feel angry.
Is it because I felt a sense of kinship in the traces of his diligent training, believing in a third-rate martial art?
'I will avenge you.'
As I slowly swung the sword, I got used to its weight.
Of course, compared to the Red Dragon Sword I received from Nangong Sang-hyeon, it is heavier and the blade is duller.
The length is a little longer, so it seems it will be more comfortable for stabbing.
I swung the sword countless tis.
And I gradually beca An Hwi.
***
The next day.
After informing my senior brother and the Shaolin monks that I had sothing to do, I changed my clothes and went to see Maeng Gwang-gae again.
An Hwi's clothes, coincidentally, fit perfectly.
To be precise, they were a little big, but since I like to wear them loosely for ease of movent, they were perfect.
"You're here?"
He said bluntly.
Although his eyes are already full of welco, he is a man who is not very honest.
"Yes. I ca on ti, right?"
"What do you an, on ti. When you have an appointnt with an adult, don't you know that it's polite to co about a quarter of an hour early and wait?"
"If I had co early, you would have said why I ca so early, right? That you would have slept a little more in that ti."
"Hehe. You guessed right. As expected, you and I get along well."
He, with a satisfied smile, suddenly stood up from his seat and began to walk without even telling to follow him.
Although it looks like he is just walking with a large stride, since he was already performing his lightness skill, I had no choice but to follow him with all my might.
'My lightness skill level is not that low, so why is this old man so fast?'
I was dumbfounded even as I chased him.
Although the difference in the ti we have trained in internal energy is large, and he is already a star-like established martial artist, to think that it is this difficult for to chase him now.
"Hehe. What's wrong. Are you having a hard ti keeping up with this much, and you were just talking big to ?"
"N-No."
I, gritting my teeth, chased him.
As I chased him like that, he soon began to slow down, and in the end, he stopped.
Although I wanted to catch my breath right away, for so reason, I didn't want to show such an appearance, so I did my best to pretend to be fine.
"You run better than I thought."
"Usually... phew... my master makes train my lightness skill hard."
"Hehe. That guy Hyeon Yang is also a good runner."
When I finally ca to my senses and looked around, I think I finally know where this is.
"We're already here?"
"Since we ran fast, we arrived faster than I thought, right?"
He, as if he found sothing funny, chuckled and talked.
Not too far away, I can see a fence surrounding a rather large mountain fortress.
The Mayu Sect is said to live in a mountain fortress like a mountain bandit.
No, to be honest, what these guys are doing is not much different from mountain bandits.
Because the Mayu Sect guys are guys who extort protection money under the pretext of protecting those who pass through the mountain from mountain bandits, after taking control of the mountain.
These guys are not just occupying any mountain, but they are blocking all the paths for the goods gathered in Zhejiang Province to pass through to the port, so it also ans that you cannot do mariti trade if you do not pay protection money to these guys.
"Unhwi-ya?"
“……”
"Can't you hear ? Why is there no answer?"
"Because I'm not Unhwi right now."
At my answer, he smiled.
Then he said to again, "An Hwi-ya."
I, with a solemn and serious expression, not the playful expression of before, answered him, "Yes, Elder."
"You have only asked for the witnessing of the spar for the revenge of the Hwanho Sect. Is that right?"
"That's right."
"So if you are defeated by the Mayu Sect leader and die or get injured, I cannot help you. Do you also know that?"
"Yes. I was prepared for that."
He, with a satisfied look, nodded his head greatly and then moved his steps towards the main gate.
I, with a slight expectation of who that guy nad Jang Hwi was, followed Maeng Gwang-gae.
(End of Chapter)
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