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It was a place I came in to escape the heat as soon as I arrived at the autonomous district of Geomak after leaving the Jangan airport.

Because every customer who comes in leaves immediately, even during peak hours, the empty seats were not filled.

It was because a group of people were turning this old-fashioned Western restaurant into a cheap pub in the back alley.

They even brought in call girls from outside and were playing very dissolutely. They are using a business place as if it were their hideout.

So, the only guests other than them were me and Minjun.

We didn’t care much about these outlaws and we didn’t care.

No matter what they did with the call girls or how loud they were, it didn’t matter as long as it didn’t harm us.

Rather, a restaurant employee approached and whispered.

“I won’t charge you for food, so you can go anytime.”

It’s not at all different from the sound of asking me to get out now.

Well, considering the situation, it was the restaurant’s own kind of consideration. The employee added one more word.

“Even if you go, don’t ever look at them.”

hmm? I’ve already exchanged glances with the outlaws over there several times.

At the words of the staff, they looked this way again, but I just waved my hand lightly. It seems like nothing.

According to the loose talk, they had just returned from the southern front and had been cut off from the world for quite some time.

Because of this, he didn’t seem to recognize me, but he wasn’t unusual enough to start a fight with a Moorim man whose identity was unknown.

Even if this is their living room, there are not many cases.

After a while, the waitress returned with a large beer mug and plenty of side dishes.

The waitress said, not looking at me properly, whether it was because she was embarrassed for giving advice that was off topic or because she felt betrayed by me.

“It was sent from the other side.”

Just in time for the new arrivals of beer and food, the other side raised their beer glasses to me.

I also thanked them with a glass of beer that was served to them.

[The writer is very disappointed.

“Suddenly, what is this situation? Weren’t you fighting? It’s like the first guest scene… … .” ]

The greeting came back in a loud voice.

“You join. It’s fun here.”

The call girls in their arms also wink at me.

The identities of these outlaws are members of the Special Operations Forces who were released from the evil world.

[The writer thinks.

“The day I go is market day. You don’t need to do anything else, do you?” ]

as the author said

Even if it wasn’t, I needed an excuse to go into swordsmanship, but I’m lucky.

Some of them were already crossing over here without waiting for my reply.

* * *

Certainly, fragmentary memories are gaining weight from the time a few men passed over.

During his life as a mercenary, Lee Hwan had many operations with the federal special operations forces, and thanks to them, his life was saved more than once or twice.

Looking back at the memories of that time, I noticed the patches on the men’s arms.

There are various special education patches such as mountain, sniping, and high altitude. Among them, the martial arts training patch engraved with the Taebong unit mark of Jepal stands out.

Whoa. It’s not just special operations forces. The exact identities are the direct disciples of Sword Evil who have just returned from the southern battlefield!

The eighth peak of sword evil, the great peak of my arm.

They returned to Samun and were in the middle of unraveling the hoepo before returning to the state of liberation.

hahahaha, the place you belong to must be at that level to be able to enjoy lawlessness.

“These were the disciples of sword and evil. I didn’t know. Let’s get a drink.”

When I offered a cup in my fluent Murim language, the oldest-looking man took the cup and stepped forward.

“If you don’t mind, what will become of you?”

The man appeared to be in his thirties.

If you look at the fact that the writer doesn’t separate them, they are also extras whose roles haven’t been assigned yet.

However, the social position he holds is not ordinary.

As long as they have accumulated real-life experience as a special operations unit and survived, they can be said to be the late exponents of swordsmanship with a guaranteed future. The person who leads them is at the level of a high-ranking great disciple.

By receiving the teachings of Akju, you can advance and become the owner of a peak in the future.

He’s on the same level as the guy from the Blood Temple who dedicated the Gumang Sword to me.

“I should have told you earlier. It is called Lee Hwan.”

It seemed that they had never heard of the name Lee Hwan.

“… … By luck, I inherited the Ilyang Chilgyeok sword.”

As he added his words, the man’s eyes widened.

It’s because it’s worse than the Cheonma Zone, but Ilyang’s special killing was also a legend that dominated an era.

The way they looked at me changed.

Afterwards, the man sent his priests back and I took my proper seat at our table.

Even then, I was still chasing the patches on his combat uniform and the bloodstains that hadn’t been erased yet.

Memories become clearer, as if lost memories are waking up one by one.

He also followed my gaze and patted the bloody part.

“The blood shed during battle is thick, and it is useless even if she sucks it. Do you have any battlefield experience?”

It was a question that made me laugh.

The Midlands War, the Second Moonlight War, the Golden Civil War, the Ice War, and the Great Blockade War.

It is not an exaggeration to say that we are still living in an age of war, and here, Lee Hwan had been wandering around the battlefield for as much as twenty years.

Even with a third-rate status. at the very bottom.

The man interpreted my small smile arbitrarily.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of. We are in a position where we need a major, but… … . How should I call you?”

“Please call me junior.”

“Still, you’re a successor of one-and-a-half kills, isn’t it?”

He just said that, and the man proceeded quite naturally.

“Surely, a battlefield is a place where individuals have no meaning. It is not an experience that I would recommend to my juniors. After that, something like this happened once.”

After that, the topic naturally moved to the southern front.

It was a story about the sacrifices he had to make when the Chinese militia began to surround the unit with bullets.

After telling his story, it was my turn to investigate my identity in earnest, but he stopped talking.

The man and the entire table over there immediately rose from their seats. Loud laughter that had been approaching from outside the entrance soon appeared.

six.

As it is in the magic camp, it is the same in Murim. Isn’t it more likely that those who have received elite education adhere to tradition?

The man was looking at them with hardened eyes. No, it’s more like staring.

The six in black uniforms were those who descended from the sword. Unlike a man, the other side is relaxed.

“Metabolism. If you need money, you should have contacted me. Should it harm the civilian population? It’s crazy because it came to me first. If you knew from above… … .”

He looked much younger than the man.

However, from the provocative gaze that seemed to look down on the man and the stance of walking without hesitation, it was immediately evident that his martial arts were one step above that of the man.

Because this is a place where the strong are respected more than their age.

The man was not ready to respond.

He shook his head at his companions and let out a big sigh.

While the call girls hurriedly left, the man remained silent.

“By the way, when did you come in?”

“A long time. Your face has gotten better since then. If not, contact us… … .”

“Are people asking? When did you come in?”

“I arrived yesterday.”

“I am fortunate. You just need to go around a few places. It was yesterday, but I can’t believe it. You won’t remember where you’ve been living?”

At that, the man showed a troubled expression.

“… … It may seem intimidating to you, but in fact it is not. Don’t you really like to treat us?”

“How come the dialogue has not changed at all?”

In the meantime, his gaze came out and turned to Minjun.

He looked at me with a cold gaze, and Minjun showed a genuine interest in him. It was because of the small marks under his eyes.

“Diark playing the flute?”

Then, suddenly, his voice rose sharply.

“Do you still get along with these things at all?”

It’s like I can’t stand it any longer.

But come!

Minjunie is young and looks weak, so even then, he would fight me.

Even humans who were ignored by young priests showed caution against the unidentified Moorim people. But what about this guy?

So arrogant.

Isn’t it the symbol of the ruthless late exponents that often appear in martial arts?

He is born with the typical cliché qualities of being arrogant while ignoring the main character and eventually being educated.

Why is a cliché a cliché?

Even knowing it, it’s fun, so it’s a cliché because it keeps being used.

He was not an artist who would miss such a golden opportunity.

[The author added (person*Maeng Jin-gi).

“Awesome. It’s a human group that is everywhere, but the timing is amazing.” ]

[ Maeng Jin-gi (person)

Master of Swords and Evil.

Fifth of the eight swords. He overtook the ambassador, Gwakdang, and was appointed as the first cheongbongju.

* Out of the eight swordsmen, he has the most outstanding achievement and talent. ]

[The writer thinks.

“Are you going to stay still like this? isn’t it?” ]

It can’t be. I’m just thinking about which lines would be good.

decided.

“Does it mean that even dogs eat in their front yard?”

***

As if it were fresh, as if it were laughable, as if it were strange.

He listens to me and doesn’t respond, just staring at me.

In the silence, no one even breathed. I couldn’t be that quiet.

Someone from the side of the employees jumped at the small gesture of presence.

It was Gwakdang, the man who first appeared, the ambassador of Maeng Jin-gi.

He seemed to be thinking about me and Meng Jingi, but then he completely fell into the back. At this point, it might be worth explaining my background, but rather hiding it and inducing more conflict between Maeng Jin-gi and me.

If I and Maeng Jin-gi fight, I want to benefit myself no matter what the outcome is.

What was interesting was Maeng Jin-gi’s reaction. It seemed that he recognized his mistake from the attitude of his brother-in-law and his companions.

The gaze scrutinizing me became more careful. But what if I’m already caught in an extrovert?

In Moorim, reputation is as important as martial arts.

Reputation may be more important than martial arts to those who are running towards the top like this guy.

“Call the police. Lock the door.”

At one command from the bastard, everything was in perfect order.

What words do you need in the yard where the plates are laid?

However, it is not me who is fighting the blinding jingo. Cheoljja is next to me, but why is the captain?

When I looked down at Minjun to wink at me, Minjun already had a sword sheath in his hand.

There were three reasons why he accompanied Goo Tae-yeo to the Moorim Federation. First of all, it is because there are scenes that can be made like this in terms of work, and second is that he needed a real fight.

It is known to the world as Yeonhongong of Geomak, but his real name is Sura-gong.

The guy learned the core martial arts that only Akju of Geomak and his immediate family could learn. I just got used to it, no real experience.

He wanted to become stronger than anyone else, so he must have been looking forward to this situation all along.

But he asked in a trembling voice.

“Is it because of me again?”

The guy doesn’t know the Murim language. Still, it’s an obvious situation. Because there is such a thing as nuance.

I didn’t answer, but that might have been enough for him.

For a moment, there was a sign in the boy’s eyes.

[The writer thinks.

“uh? this guy… … Are you serious?” ]

It seemed that the writer also finally understood the reason why he brought this guy out.

In the novel window, the guy’s current state of mind was quickly described.

* * *

[Speaking of Lee Hwan.

Among all the legends of demons, he inherited the Heavenly Demon, the pinnacle, and was living with the two generals of the heavenly realm without fault.

At a young age, he had already reached the realm of hwagyeong.

It’s just that it hasn’t been revealed to the world yet, but it’s enough to shock the world. With that alone, Lee Hwan has already become a big presence to the young madman.

However, the real reason why the young madman began to follow Lee Hwan like stone was because of the treatment he received for the first time.

In Incheon, they were worse off than animals, and in the streets they ran away from, they were branded as social evils that should be eradicated.

sick, painful Beaten and cheated. It was Lee Hwan who reaped the young madman.

As a master, as a teacher, sometimes as an older brother.

So it was.

“Is it because of me again?”

When he asked such a trembling voice, the young maniac’s head was already scrambled with anger.

‘Sir… … It sucks.’ 】