Chapter 437
The Youngest Son of the Silver Sea Trading Company Chapter 437
Chapter 437. What a mess (2)
Suddenly, I imagined how Yeongseonminka, who did not accompany me, was treated, and I felt very upset.
However, I did not show it and asked calmly.
“On what basis do you think our Young Seonmin family is inferior to the Young Master's family?”
“Isn't it well known that the Young Master of the Young Seonmin family ran away from the final round of the Dragon and Phoenix Duel?”
It was just as Hae-joon said.
He was among the top 108, but my maternal uncle gave up on further duels.
He was disappointed in the rotten Dragon and Phoenix Duel.
By the way, that remark was an insult not only to the Young Seonmin family, but also to my great-uncle.
The people who came with Mister Hae-joon were shocked and tried to stop him.
Then they apologized to us on his behalf.
“I'm sorry.”
“I'm really sorry.”
I clicked my tongue.
Apologies from those who did nothing wrong are useless.
“That was in the past. It is unfortunate that you are unable to face reality because you are stuck in the past.”
“What did you say?”
“Our Yeongseonmin family is in no way inferior to yours. So please stop making such unfounded claims. And please apologize for your earlier remarks.”
“Why should I apologize? You have to apologize if you've done something wrong.”
I sighed and said to the people.
“There seems to be a conflict of opinions. How should we resolve this?”
Then someone said.
“If you are martial artists, you should settle this through a duel!”
“That's right!”
“Yes, yes!”
In fact, just waiting around in a place like this was extremely boring.
That's why people were watching this situation with great interest.
That's why they were egging them on to fight.
“Fight! Fight!”
In an instant, people started placing bets, and it became a situation where a duel was inevitable.
Just as I had intended.
I had no intention of drawing my sword here if I could help it.
But it would be okay to show them my skills to the extent that they already knew.
And in a situation like this, I had to set an example so that they would no longer ignore me and my family.
There is a saying that
Peace is maintained through overwhelming power.
It is true that I have refrained from doing anything that would draw attention, but among martial artists, this is not so unusual.
Furthermore, everyone has heard the author's insolent remarks, so even if I intervene, everyone will support me.
“All right. What do you think, Mister? You wouldn't back down after mocking me for being inferior, would you?”
In the orthodox sects of Murim, there is nothing more shameful than cowardice.
As expected, he did not back down.
“That is what I want too!”
At that moment, Seo Woo spoke up.
“Liege, I will fight in your place.”
“No.”
I shook my head.
“My maternal family has been insulted. It is only natural that I go out and wash away the insult myself.”
Then, looking at me, he said,
“So don't even think about sending someone else in my place. You insulted my maternal family with your own mouth, so take responsibility yourself.”
At my words, he frowned and said,
“That was my intention from the beginning.”
And so, the duel began.
“Ha!”
Seeing him take the first strike, I smiled slightly.
“Huh!”
His sword didn't even graze my clothes.
I easily dodged his sword and threw a punch at him.
Tok.
“Guh!”
It was just a light tap, but the result was not light.
Mister Hae-joon fell backward in an undignified manner.
“Huh! Huh! That's quite impressive.”
He got up and once again drew his Genuine qi and rushed toward me.
Swish.
I dodged his attack and swept his foot. However, it was so subtle that the others didn't notice.
“Ugh!”
Crash!
This time, he fell forward embarrassingly and rolled over, then got up angrily.
“This is a mistake.”
“In the murim, one mistake can cost you your life.”
“Damn it!”
And again, his sword rushed toward me.
However, with his second-rate skills, he couldn't even touch my clothes.
After several more failed attacks, he seemed to realize that something was wrong and hesitated.
“Wait, Master...”
Now you call me Master?
“Could it be that you have reached the level of a Master?”
“Me? I'm at my peak.”
“...!”
Hajun was so surprised by my words that his mouth fell open.
Then someone shouted.
“At his age, he's at his peak... Could it be Seonhae-mi?”
“Seonhyeokmi-rang? Oh, that's right!”
“How did you not know that?”
When they realized that I was Seonhyeokmi-rang, Hae-joon and the other members of his family turned pale.
Then someone said,
“So that means that Hae-joon insulted Seonhyeokmi-rang, Master, and his maternal family?”
“Huh... Why did he do that?”
I smiled and said,
“Let's continue. The duel is not over yet.”
Boom!
When I swung my sword, the ground right next to Hae-joon's feet was cut into a hole.
Seeing this, Hae-joon trembled and took a step back.
Seeing this, the members of his family cried out in alarm.
“Young Master, apologize quickly!”
“You must apologize.”
He finally bowed his head to me and said,
“I spoke out of turn. Please forgive me.”
“Why are you apologizing to me?”
“What?”
“The person you insulted was the Yeongseonmin family. Shouldn't you apologize to them directly? I will send a letter of protest to Seo Ryun-hae.”
“No, you can't!”
He fell to the ground.
“Please forgive me! If you send a letter of protest to my family, I will be expelled.”
I laughed sarcastically.
So insulting the Yeongseonmin family isn't enough to get kicked out of your family, but insulting Seon Hyeok-mi, a martial artist, and his family is enough to get kicked out of your family?
I don't like that.
I looked at Mister, who was bowing his head in front of me.
“Are you just going to apologize with words?”
“What?”
“An apology requires a determination never to commit such an act again. And that determination must be accompanied by suffering. Whether it be physical, mental, or psychological suffering.”
I continued.
“I would like you to apologize with the psychological pain of regret, but right now, it seems like you are just trying to get out of this situation. So please show me your sincerity. Then I will forgive you.”
Hearing my words, he asked with a tense expression.
“What kind of sincerity are you talking about?”
In fact, Seo Yoon-hae is a muja with a pretty good reputation. If I can bring him over to my side, he will be a great help.
If I take Mister's life or cripple him here, it will only cause more resentment.
But that's not the only way to get revenge.
Instead of answering, I turned my head.
“Pal-gap, bring me that from my bag.”
Now it's up to him.
“Yes, sir!”
Pal-gap hurried to the tent and soon returned with a bundle.
“Here you are.”
I took the bundle and unwrapped it.
Inside were an iron helmet, a pair of armor leggings, and a belt.
“From now on, you will wear these and run ten laps around the Martial Alliance barracks every morning!”
I smiled.
“These are the conditions for my forgiveness. And if you do this, my maternal family will also forgive you. What do you say?”
“I will do it!”
“Good. Then let's start today.”
He picked up the bundle with a look of relief.
But as soon as he picked it up, his expression changed.
“This is heavy...”
“It weighs a total of fifty jin (30 kg).”
It would be impossible for an ordinary person, but Mister Hae-jun was a martial artist of the second rank.
He wouldn't die even if he wore that much armor.
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That night.
When I heard that someone had come to my tent, I went out and saw a man standing there.
“Who are you?”
“I am Hae-cheol from Seo-ryun Haega. I am also the uncle of Joon, whom you punished.”
“I see. But what are you doing here?”
“I heard that something unfortunate happened today. I came to apologize.”
It seemed that Mister Hae-joon had come with his uncle.
If that was the case, there was no way his uncle wouldn't have heard about today's incident.
He bowed his head deeply and apologized.
“I am truly sorry.”
“No, don't do that.”
“Please forgive me and lift the harsh punishment on my nephew.”
Ah, so that was his purpose.
Is it because you are so weak-hearted that Hae-joon has become such a martial artist?
I asked him.
“Punishment... Is that really what you think?”
“What do you mean?”
“Carrying fifty kilograms of iron around this barracks may look like punishment, but it is actually training for Mister Gong.”
“Training?”
“Don't you do that kind of training in Seoryunhae?”
“....”
A perplexed look.
It is a little excessive physical training, but it is sufficient training for someone who walks the path of martial arts.
That is why he is so embarrassed when he realizes that.
“Actually, I was training with it. But I thought Mister needed it more, so I gave it to him.”
“...”
"Mister is quite talented. However, due to his arrogance, he is not achieving results commensurate with his talent.“
”Then... you ordered him to undergo training under the guise of punishment because you believe he has the potential to grow here?“
”That's right.“
”Ah...“
”At the same time, it is also to suppress his arrogant personality. It's not just a matter of his growth stagnating, it could also bring shame to the family."
I continued.
“Didn't he insult me and my maternal family just now?”
He couldn't say anything.
It was the truth.
I drove the point home.
“This is not only bad for the family, but also bad for him. If he is expelled from the family because of this, where will he find a place that will protect him until he is fully grown?”
My words moved Master Hae-cheol.
“No wonder people gave you the title Seon-hyeok-mi! How generous of you to think of my nephew who insulted you and your maternal family!”
“It's just my senior's consideration for my lack of experience.”
He said with a firm gaze.
“I can't let your feelings go to waste. Don't worry. I'll keep a close eye on him so he doesn't slack off.”
“I would be very grateful if you would do that.”
Great!
To be honest, it was troublesome to monitor Mister every morning to make sure he was doing his job properly, and I felt bad asking my bodyguards to do it, but now that Mister's uncle has volunteered to do it, everything is fine.
With his uncle watching him closely, there's no way he can slack off.
Huhuhu.
It must be torture to run with a 50-pound piece of metal strapped to your back.
They say that a gentleman's revenge is a single powerful blow, but I am no gentleman, so my revenge is a little slow in coming.
And Hae-joon forgot something: he didn't set a deadline.
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The next morning.
After doing some breathing exercises and a quick workout, I came out and ate breakfast.
People were watching Mister Hae-joon running around the camp, sweating profusely.
I could almost hear the sound of his teeth grinding. But that would only last a few days.
I would reach a stage where I wouldn't even be able to think about that.
I smiled wryly and headed for the command headquarters.
“Oh, you're here!”
Elder Gyeongsanja of the Kongtong Sect greeted me warmly.
“Let's go to the meeting place.”
“Yes, sir. But where is the meeting place?”
He pointed to a certain place in response to my question.
“There is a place with many rocks over there. That is the meeting place.”
We soon headed to the meeting place with the others who had gathered there.
Among those gathered was Master Hae-cheol of the Seo-ryun Hae-ga.
Yeonji Mountain is a mountain, but in fact, there are not many trees.
There are many short shrubs, but that means there is not much water.
That is why they had a hard time.
When we arrived at the meeting place, the Black Sword group was already gathered there.
“Why are you so late?” “We arrived on time.” “Isn't it rude to arrive half an hour late?”
“Why are you so late?”
“We arrived on time.”
“Isn't it proper to arrive half an hour before the appointed time?”
“It's strange to hear such a thing from you, who have no sense of propriety.”
“What?”
Elder Gyeongsan mediated between the two sides.
“Come on, let's stop this and take our seats.”
Meanwhile, another group approached.
That piercing aura... It's the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult.
With all three forces gathered, the negotiations began.
“As a member of the orthodox sects, we will take the lead in negotiating with Xue Gongcheng.”
“Shut up! You were expelled from Shaolin Temple, so what makes you think you're part of the orthodox sects?”
“What?”
“Honestly, how much damage did our Heavenly Demon Divine Cult suffer because of that monk, Blood Demon? Don't you think we should go in first to compensate for the damage?”
“Compensation? What compensation? You're proud of bowing down to Hyeokgon Seongseung with your head crushed?”
“Are you challenging us now?”
“Yes! Let's do it!”
In an instant, they drew their weapons and started fighting, so I quickly moved away.
My impression of the scene was simple.
Oh no. This is a mess.