Invincible with Twin Swords

Chapter 20 : I'm an Assassin of the Hidden Killing Curtain!

"Assassins!"

The presence of an assassin is different from other martial artists. They don't reveal their momentum and hide it secretly. Of course, because they are assassins.

The twenty or so people who had just appeared on the roof were all assassins.

"Damn it. So there were some hidden guys? I'm busy enough as it is."

Deoksam ignored the Flying Lion Troupe member who was cutting his thigh and split the head of the guy in front of him with his axe.

He had a shallow wound on his thigh, but he didn't care and grabbed the guy's head and smashed his face with his knee.

Deoksam fights coolly!

But if he fights like that, he'll get tired.

I was more concerned about the assassins watching from the roof than the Flying Lion Troupe guys in front of me.

"Don't worry about it for now! It seems they have no intention of moving yet."

I glanced at Wang Parip and saw that he had stopped fighting and was staring intently at the roof. Two Flying Lion Troupe guys were rushing at him from the side.

Damn it!

I threw the sword in my left hand at the one in front. The sword flew quickly and got stuck in his chest. Then I quickly took out the saber on my waist and threw myself.

There was still one more guy rushing.

Too late!

At that moment, Wang Parip, who was looking at the roof, cut the guy's neck shortly without even looking back.

The guy whose neck was cut knelt down powerlessly without shedding a single drop of blood.

I went over, picked up my sword again, and looked at Wang Parip, and saw that his two eyes were filled with tears.

"Have you all come to stop me too?"

Wang Parip shouted at the assassins on the roof with his internal energy.

At the screaming voice, everyone on the battlefield stopped.

"Even you who remember that child are trying to stop me?"

"We... we... to us too, that child was like a real sister. We understand your feelings today, hyungnim."

Ah, so they are the assassins of the Hidden Killing Curtain.

The master said he had sent them far away, but they were watching from nearby.

"If you understand, then don't interfere. This is my business alone."

"We understand your feelings a hundred, a thousand times... but we are still assassins of the Hidden Killing Curtain. We cannot stand on your side, hyungnim."

The master seemed to be flustered for a moment at the sudden appearance of the Hidden Killing Curtain assassins he had sent far away, but now he was smiling as if he was relieved.

The situation is going to get more difficult, isn't it?

Wang Parip's expression also stiffened.

It's not just anywhere, but dozens of assassins from the Hidden Killing Curtain. They are different from ronin like the Flying Lion Troupe. It's difficult even with me and Deoksam.

At that moment, a voice was heard from the roof again.

"But! The story is different for those ronin bastards of the Flying Lion Troupe over there. How dare they trample on the estate of the Hidden Killing Curtain without permission while we are away!"

Then the dozens of presences that had been revealing themselves on the roof all disappeared in an instant.

A moment later, the screams of the Flying Lion Troupe ronin were heard from here and there.

I shouted.

"We'll take care of the rest! Don't worry about the back and go!"

Wang Parip threw himself.

"Deoksam! Follow him and just take care of the guys who stick to his back! Smash all their heads!"

Now there is no need to save my internal energy.

I raised my internal energy as much as I could and rushed at the Flying Lion Troupe leader, Cheok Garyang.

* * *

Right now, Wang Parip and the Hidden Killing Curtain master, Bu Pyeongtak, are facing each other silently.

Deoksam and I are looking around to see if there are any guys who might interfere.

The situation changed when dozens of assassins from the Hidden Killing Curtain joined in. The atmosphere was reversed in an instant when the neck of the Flying Lion Troupe leader, Cheok Garyang, fell to my sword. Now the remaining Flying Lion Troupe guys were running away in groups of three and five.

The assassins of the Hidden Killing Curtain did not come close and stood in their respective places, looking at Wang Parip and the master.

The master who raised them, Bu Pyeongtak!

Wang Parip who came to kill him!

The assassins of the Hidden Killing Curtain who can only watch!

In the strange situation, the silence of Wang Parip and Bu Pyeongtak continued.

Bu Pyeongtak spoke first.

"It's a pity for both of us that the situation has come to this. It would have been better if you, Parip, had not known until the end."

"Shut that mouth!"

"I also cared for that child a lot..."

"Don't put that child's name in your trashy mouth!"

Wang Parip charged first.

His charging figure seemed to disappear for a moment, then he appeared behind Bu Pyeongtak and stabbed sharply.

Bu Pyeongtak's sword, which had already turned around as if he knew, blocked it.

In an instant, invisible sword strikes were unfolded frantically.

Dozens of exchanges came and went in a short moment, and Wang Parip's martial arts uniform began to be cut little by little.

"Everything you know was taught by me. You can't kill me!"

At Bu Pyeongtak's shameless words, Deoksam, who was guarding the surroundings, gripped his axe. I grabbed Deoksam's wrist and shook my head from side to side.

Time passed as they relentlessly cut and blocked each other.

We, who were watching, and the assassins of the Hidden Killing Curtain, all had stiff expressions.

- Pant, pant!

Wang Parip, who had retreated after a long exchange, was in a sorry state.

His neat martial arts uniform was torn like a rag, and his whole body was covered in small wounds.

"You still haven't fixed it! Your sword is too honest to be an assassin's. An assassin must know how to deceive the opponent."

Wang Parip's two eyes, covered in blood, were still glaring at Bu Pyeongtak.

"Before that child died, she asked me to take her to you. Isn't it funny? To ask a favor from the person who is trying to kill her. Haha!"

"You son of a bitch! Shut up!"

At Bu Pyeongtak's provocation, Wang Parip completely lost his reason and, with his eyes rolled back, rushed at him, swinging his sword. Wang Parip's two eyes were rolled back white.

It was an exchange where he was at a disadvantage even when he was fighting with his right mind, so he was just being pushed back more.

Wang Parip's sword, which he swung with all the internal energy of his dantian, was just cutting the empty air in vain.

"Huh?"

Wang Parip momentarily revealed a big opening, and using that moment, Bu Pyeongtak stabbed deep into the area of his left heart.

The assassins of the Hidden Killing Curtain all bowed their heads with a sigh.

It must be a pity.

I grabbed Deoksam, who was about to run out with his axe.

"Wait! Look at his face!"

In the situation where a sword was stuck in his chest and blood was gushing out, he was smiling. It was not the gaze of someone who had lost his reason a moment ago. He had already returned to the calm assassin of the Hidden Killing Curtain, the Blood Eagle Man, Wang Parip.

Gripping Bu Pyeongtak's sword stuck in his shoulder with his left hand, he whispered quietly.

"I'm an assassin of the Hidden Killing Curtain! You raised me!"

Then he stabbed his sword into Bu Pyeongtak's left eye.

"Aak! Aak!"

"I can't stand the fact that you looked at that child with your dirty eyes filled with greed!"

Wang Parip even gouged out his remaining right eye.

Bu Pyeongtak was rolling on the floor, screaming, with his two gouged-out eyes covered.

Wang Parip pressed him down with his knee and began to cut off his fingers one by one.

"This is the last thing you will hear in this world, so listen well!"

Right now, Wang Parip's whole body was stained with blood, but his voice was calmer than anyone else's.

"Eight years ago, you killed my young sister who was wearing a small hawk-shaped necklace around her neck. For that crime, you will die painfully at the hands of the Blood Eagle Man today!"

Unlike his cold voice, tears as red as blood were flowing endlessly from his two eyes.

* * *

The master of the Hidden Killing Curtain was dead.

More painfully than anyone else.

Wang Parip stabbed his body with his sword until his energy was exhausted, and only at the very end did he stab his heart.

Then he staggered and walked towards us, and collapsed in my arms.

"Thank you!"

And he lost consciousness.

I poured all the wound medicine I had received from the Medicine King Hall on him. And I ran like crazy.

Deoksam, carrying Wang Parip, and I ran until our hearts burst. The assassins of the Hidden Killing Curtain ran ahead and guided the way.

They didn't leave the spot until we went to a doctor and heard that he had passed the critical stage.

"We can't bear to see his face. Please take care of him. Tell him we're sorry for not realizing it sooner!"

Assassins are raised not to have emotions. Because emotions are of no help in carrying out a mission.

So an assassin who shows emotions is a failure.

All the assassins of the Hidden Killing Curtain were failures.

Because they were all crying now.

Wang Parip woke up in seven days.

The doctor said that if the sword had been stuck just one inch to the side, he would have died on the spot.

It is unknown whether he intended it or whether the heavens were on his side. But he put an end to it by risking his life.

He achieved the most important and only goal in his life.

Can he now forget the past with a light heart and live his life?

That will not be possible.

There are things that people cannot forget no matter how long time passes.

He won't be able to forget, but the suffocating feeling of injustice will be less.

I hope I will never see him again, sitting alone under the shade of a tree, sadly carving a hawk decoration.

* * *

"Give me another bowl of noodles here!"

Wang Parip, as if he wasn't full at the inn, drank all the soup and ordered another bowl.

"After spending about a month eating only gruel, everything I eat is really delicious. Haha."

Wang Parip, who had gotten up from his seat, always showed a bright appearance. He was probably doing it more because he was conscious of us.

But I know. The resentment and anger that had accumulated in his heart cannot disappear. It will take a very long time for it to fade even a little. A very long time...

"Deoksam, what are you going to do when all this is over? You're not going back to the mountains, are you?"

"Ahem, hyungnim! I'm never going back to the mountains, even if I die. Now that I'm out, I know how suffocating a world I was trapped in."

Deoksam and Wang Parip had already started speaking informally.

I'm also calling him hyungnim. He is ten years older than me.

"Parip hyungnim! What talent would that bear-like fellow have other than being a mountain bandit? I should teach him how to roll a ball and make him a spectacle in the marketplace over there."

"Look at this hyungnim. I have a plan too!"

At best, it would be a job where he uses his strength somewhere.

"Listen carefully. I've robbed a lot of escort agencies from the mountains, right? Well, it's more like I just picked up what they left behind."

In fact, when Deoksam appeared with a large axe, most of the escort agencies would just run away with only their valuables.

"Now you're saying you just picked it up? Are you ashamed of your past as a mountain bandit?"

"Ahem, what's so important about the past? Keep talking, what is that plan?"

Well, who here has a clean past?

"That is, among the things that escort agencies transport, there are expensive valuables, but most of them are just things used in daily life. There are rice bowls, women's hair ornaments, and grains."

That's because they only left those things behind.

"So you're going to be a mountain bandit again?"

"Ah, please listen to the end. Ordinary people have to go all the way to the pottery market in the marketplace over the mountain just to get a rice bowl, right? This may seem trivial, but it's too inconvenient."

Deoksam said proudly.

"Keep talking. If it sounds good, I'll join you."

Wang Parip chimed in.

"This is something I haven't told anyone, so you have to keep it a secret. It wouldn't be right if someone started it first, would it?"

Deoksam was beating around the bush, unlike him.

"You buy a large quantity of daily necessities in advance and store them, and when an order comes in, you deliver it directly to the door within seven days. How convenient would that be? Who would go to another village to buy things themselves? When they deliver. Orders will probably pour in like crazy. For delivery, you can just use martial artists who have learned some lightness skill."

"Oh! It certainly would be convenient. So what will you name that business?"

Wang Parip asked, pulling a chair in front of Deoksam.

"I've already decided on a plausible name!"

Deoksam said in a small voice, as if confessing a secret.

"Using the character 'gu' for 'seek', how about 'Gubang'?"

'Gubang'! Gubang!

For some reason, it sounds like a name that would suffer from a chronic deficit.

(End of Chapter)