The Regressed Young Master’s Guide to Living on Easy Mode

Chapter 72 : It's an Order (2)

Namgung Sega.

After Sword King Namgung Je learned martial arts, he rarely had dreams. This became even more so as his realm became higher.

Namgung Je was dreaming now.

It was a memory he had forgotten from the past.

-Je-ya, what do you think the sword of Namgung is?

A person whom Namgung Je had once respected the most asked.

The young him in the dream was looking up at that person.

One of the people who had represented the Orthodox Faction in the past was seen.

The golden age of the martial world, before the outbreak of the Righteous-Demonic War.

There were numerous rising stars in the Orthodox Faction.

There was also such a being in the Namgung family.

Namgung Cheon.

Namgung Je's uncle and a person who was not doubted to make the Namgung family the number one family in the world.

If he had remained in the family, Namgung Je would never have become the head of the family.

The title of Sword King would also have gone to him, and furthermore, the position of Sword Emperor would surely have been his.

Uncle Namgung Cheon smiled brightly at the young Namgung Je who was looking up at him and answered.

The young Namgung Je was also repeating those words. Because they were words he had never forgotten and had kept in his heart for his entire life.

-The sword of Namgung contains the heavens.

Namgung Je opened his eyes.

The nostalgia that had been rushing in from the past quickly fled, and the eyes that had been soaked in the admiration and dreams of his childhood disappeared in an instant. Instead, the eyes full of the dignity of the head of the Namgung family were there.

Namgung Je got up from his seat and picked up his sword.

He had been swinging his sword every morning when he woke up. It was like a habit that he had not missed for a single day since he had held a sword.

On his way to the training ground, Namgung Je suddenly thought.

If that incident had not happened back then...

If his uncle had remained in the Namgung family...

Would Namgung have become better than now?

The incident that his uncle had committed was a kind that could never be forgiven in the family.

Fratricide.

-Je-ya, you've come.

It was his uncle, covered in blood.

In front of him, a dozen of his blood relatives were lying, having stopped breathing.

His father, Namgung Baek, who was the head of the Namgung family at the time, was greatly enraged at his uncle.

He immediately threw him into the underground prison, cut his limbs and tendons, and kicked him out of the family.

Why on earth did his uncle do such a thing?

The young Namgung Je at the time could not understand at all.

However, as he became the head of the Namgung family, had his own family, and the number of people he had to take care of increased, he could vaguely understand his uncle's heart.

The empty gaze that would sometimes look up at the sky.

The hatred and anger that he would implicitly show when he looked at his father.

In terms of martial arts, his uncle was much superior to his father, but his uncle was not the eldest son.

Namgung Je stood in the training ground.

Perhaps because he had dreamed of his uncle for the first time in a long time, his mind was restless.

The admiration for martial arts in his childhood when he knew nothing.

The pure heart of wanting to become strong vaguely.

The frustration that came from comparing himself with his father, his uncle, and the other people around him as he grew up.

The enlightenment he had gained in the process of overcoming it.

All of those things were contained in this sword.

To Namgung Je, the sword was his life itself.

-Je-ya, what do you think the sword of Namgung is?

"My sword is for protecting Namgung, uncle."

This is a time of great chaos.

At the same time, it could be said to be the optimal time.

The appearance of the third force.

And the sealing of the Demonic Cult.

This was a golden opportunity for the Orthodox Faction, which had only been chased.

And as the head of the Namgung family.

As the Sword King, Namgung Je had made the best choice to protect Namgung.

Namgung Je swung his sword.

He put his heart to protect the Namgung family, his people, and furthermore, the martial world, into his sword.

* * *

Night came.

Perhaps because of the dream about his uncle he had in the morning, he was restless all day.

A while ago, the first son had returned from the Suicide Squad.

This child, who had inherited his uncle's talent, would surely protect Namgung better than anyone else in the future.

As he thought of his first son, his second son naturally came to mind. Although his talent was not so outstanding, he was a child who did not give up and did not spare his efforts.

It was as if he were seeing his old self, so he felt a sense of affection, but he was confident that the day would come when his efforts would be rewarded, so he told him to strive even harder.

The youngest, who came to mind last, was always a sore spot. Unlike the two older children, the youngest was a little off track, perhaps because he had not received much parental love due to the circumstances.

Although his talent was not bad compared to his older brothers. In some ways, it could be said to be better.

But he couldn't just scold the youngest.

If his wife had been alive, what would she have said to him?

Still, if this matter ends well, it would be good to have more time to gather together and have a meal and talk.

He did not doubt that if they saw each other's faces and talked often, the youngest would one day return to the smiling face of his old days.

Although he seemed to be off track now, the youngest was the one with the kindest heart among the three.

Namgung Je knew that the youngest was the one with the softest heart, resembling his mother, among the three children.

And so, as he was about to get up from his office after finishing his day's work.

Namgung Je picked up the sword hanging behind the wall at the killing intent that was covering the Namgung family.

Someone was showing hostility to Namgung.

And that someone was sending killing intent, pinpointing him exactly in this vast Namgung family.

What if this someone were to invade Namgung indiscriminately?

There would surely be casualties.

There had already been numerous casualties in the war.

The wounds were just beginning to heal.

If there were more casualties here, it would inflict a wound on the people that could no longer be washed away.

Namgung Je ran to the source of the killing intent to protect the Namgung family.

There were two masked men there.

One was wearing a dog demon mask, and the other was wearing a pig demon mask.

The killing intent was coming from the one wearing the dog demon mask.

The killing intent was quite thick. It seemed he had killed at least hundreds of people.

He searched his memory, but no one came to mind.

The one wearing the dog demon mask, who had been sitting hunched over, stood up and opened his mouth.

"See, I was right."

The one wearing the pig demon mask answered.

"I can't believe he really came. Alright. I'll give you a turn."

"Hehe! Shall I stretch my body for the first time in a long time?"

The one wearing the dog demon mask spoke frivolously and stood in front of him.

"We're going to destroy Namgung now."

It seemed that there was no need for any more conversation with these people. They hadn't come to talk in the first place.

Swoosh.

Namgung Je drew his sword.

"It's good that you're straightforward!"

The one wearing the dog mask, seeing that, uttered a frivolous tone again.

The dog mask puts his hand on his side.

Swoosh.

What was drawn was a sword.

A fellow swordsman.

They immediately swung their swords at each other.

In an instant, dozens of clashes passed.

In this situation, the opponent did not show any signs of being pushed back.

Namgung Je, while exchanging sword strikes, kept diverting his attention to the pig mask who was watching from the side.

Because he didn't know when that pig mask would join this fight. At this time, the dog mask said.

"Don't mind that guy. He won't interfere in this fight even if I die."

It was what the enemy said. Namgung Je did not believe these words exactly.

The fight continued more fiercely.

The opponent's sword was an extremely efficient killing sword.

Each and every sword strike was aimed at a vital point. If he were to be hit even once, it could lead to death.

Above all, it was not easy to subdue him.

It felt as if the opponent were reading all of his moves.

Although it was unlikely, there were only two cases like this.

Either the opponent's level was far beyond his own.

Or the opponent knew his martial arts inside and out.

In any case, the situation was not good.

And he was still worried about the other one who was watching.

Namgung Je decided that he had to kill the dog mask in front of him quickly.

He drew out all his power.

At that moment, a single true value that he had been hiding until now appeared in Namgung Je's pupils.

The reason Namgung Je had led the establishment of the Martial Alliance this time was not purely out of a desire for power or a desire for monopoly.

To say it again, the current time was optimal, and he had judged that he was not lacking to become the alliance lord himself.

The reason he had sent an invitation to the Divine Monk was to confirm that.

Because the Divine Monk was the only top master of the current Orthodox Faction.

Namgung Je intended to prove himself by fighting the Divine Monk.

And if he lost the match, he was thinking of supporting him as the alliance lord and stepping down.

On the other hand, if he won, he would become the alliance lord as he had originally decided.

Namgung Je slowly raised his sword upwards.

At that moment, a strong pressure that was dominating the space spread in all directions.

The Emperor Sword Form.

The undisputed best secret technique that had made Namgung known as the Sword King family.

A character appeared in Namgung Je's pupils.

'Heaven (天)', it was the heavens.

What was pressing down on this space now was the heavens themselves.

A groan was heard from the pig mask.

While surprised that it had ended with just a groan in this pressure, Namgung Je had no room to turn his attention elsewhere.

The reason was in front of him.

"Wow, amazing!"

The dog mask was sneering... to be more precise, he was being sarcastic.

"I didn't know you had reached this place, Je-ya."

The opponent spoke to him familiarly, as if he knew him. Was he trying to shake him? Namgung Je did not bother to think about the opponent's intention. He just silently unfolded his sword.

He would cut this man in front of him, and then immediately cut the pig mask as well.

"Alright! Then I'll have to show you something interesting too. Because that's the courtesy to an opponent who has used all his power."

The opponent raises his sword.

Namgung Je's eyes widen at the sight.

The opponent's posture, when he had finally raised it completely, was the same as his own.

"H-how?"

"I'm finally hearing your voice."

"How do you..."

The answer did not come. The opponent swung his sword. Namgung Je also swung his sword.

The sword paths they drew were the same.

At the same time as the sword falls, a pressing pressure that crushes the whole body is shot down from above. Namgung Je felt as if all his joints were breaking from the pressure of the sword that was crushing his whole body. But he silently swung his sword.

And he could see that his sword was slightly faster than the opponent's.

'I won.'

The moment he thought that.

The opponent's momentum changes. And the pattern in his pupils changes. One side was the same as what was engraved on his own pupils.

However, a different pattern appeared on the other side.

The left pupil was still 'Heaven (天)'.

The new character that appeared on the right pupil, 'Thunder (雷)'.

There were largely two energies that represented Namgung.

The heavens, which were the representative of the Azure Sky Infinite Sword Art and its superior sword art, the Emperor Sword Form.

The other was the thunder, which symbolized the Lightning Thirteen Sword Thunder and the Heavenly Thunder Divine Sword.

And the thunder was free in the heavens.

Flash!

Stab!

Namgung Je looks at the sword that has pierced his heart.

His eyes are staring intently into the mask.

The pupils in the mask looked particularly similar to the pupils he had seen in his dream today.

Namgung Je's neck slowly bends down.

Slice.

The dog mask did not wait for the opponent's death.

Namgung Je's head flies up into the sky.

The one wearing the dog demon mask catches the falling head.

The one wearing the pig demon mask comes up next to him and says.

"You'll need one more human skin mask, right?"

The one wearing the dog mask answers.

"Of course. Ah! For reference, this is mine. I've wanted to sit in that seat at least once for a long time."

"A bland reason."

The dog mask looks down at the head he is holding. A short while later, his eyes, when he raised his head, were smiling brightly as they had been before.

The Sword King, Namgung Je, who was called the best swordsman in the Orthodox Faction, except for the Sword Emperor, Jin Cheol-ho.

His end was too shabby for his death.

(End of Chapter)