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

Chapter 92 : Let's Go! To the Sword Pavilion (4)

Namgung Mu-gwang had a concern. The problem was that he couldn't confess this to anyone.

Because it was a situation he had brought upon himself.

After Namgung was devastated, Namgung Mu-gwang felt that he himself was too shabby. So Namgung Mu-gwang had made a mistake that he could never take back.

Even now, when he thinks about that time, he can't understand why he said such a thing.

Namgung Mu-gwang slowly opens his eyes as he wakes up from sleep.

"Phew."

He lets out a sigh of relief.

She wasn't there today.

How long has it been since he had such a peaceful morning?

Yes, come to think of it, the past days did not fit his outlook on life at all.

There's a limit to living diligently, and he didn't want to live so hard that he thought he might die.

Just moderately, to the extent that others would see and think, 'Ah, that bastard is finally trying to act like a person.'

He didn't mean to say that he felt happy just by opening his eyes like this! The past days, which were no different from hell, flash by like a revolving lantern. But that too was over as of today.

Liberation...

is what he had mistakenly thought.

His intuition was telling him.

You! Look behind you! You're still fucked! You idiot!

Namgung Mu-gwang, at this moment, resented his intuition, which had never been wrong.

Swoosh.

Slowly... very slowly... as if looking at something he didn't want to face, Namgung Mu-gwang turned his body. And he saw a woman standing there.

"Get ready. We're late."

Namgung Mu-gwang finally let out the resentment he had been holding back.

"Why are you doing this to me!"

That's right. This was a plea for his life. It was the proper expression of a good citizen whose freedom had been taken away.

Although it was immediately ignored.

"You asked me to train you, didn't you? You said you wanted to get stronger, didn't you?"

That's right. He had entered hell on his own, not by anyone's persuasion or threat.

But he didn't know it would be this hard back then!

"I'm grateful that you helped me! But this is a bit much!"

"Huh?"

Her expression, as if she didn't know anything, with her head tilted, might have seemed a little cute at a glance, but Namgung Mu-gwang, who knew the true nature of that Rakshasa woman, could not accept it purely.

"What I mean is, it's okay to take it easy! Let's just do as much as others do!"

"Ah!"

She nods her head as if she has finally realized something. Namgung Mu-gwang's expression became slightly hopeful.

"He said it."

He didn't know who 'he' she was talking about, but Namgung Mu-gwang decided to listen quietly for now.

"He said to do what I want."

For now, that guy seemed to be a swindler.

She, who had stopped talking, stares at him. Although Namgung Mu-gwang had coveted many women, he felt himself becoming shy at the gaze he had never seen from any other woman.

It was a clear and unwavering gaze.

"You... why do you live like that?"

At the question that suddenly came at him, Namgung Mu-gwang was momentarily at a loss for words. To put it simply, it was like when a human scumbag is asked by another why he lives like that, there's nothing much to say.

"I'm just saying we should take it easy with the training, why are you asking something like that! And I, I have my own circumstances!"

"I've been teaching you for a few days, and I can tell. You have talent. So why do you live like that?"

"Did you say I have talent?"

"Yeah. Not as much as me, but if you work hard, you can probably surpass the Sword Dragon."

"Is the Sword Dragon you're talking about my older brother?"

"If there aren't two Sword Dragons in this martial world, then the Sword Dragon I'm talking about and the Sword Dragon you're talking about are the same person, right?"

In the past... there was something he had wanted to hear from someone at least once.

A lacking person.

An inadequate person.

A person who falls behind no matter what he does.

A ruffian.

Trash.

And so on.

He was lacking, inadequate, a ruffian, and trash.

No one had ever said such a thing to him.

"Do I really have talent?"

"Yeah."

At her calm words, something in his chest rang. He couldn't tell what it was, even with his intuition.

It was a sensation he had never felt before in his life.

However, he could be sure of one thing: if someone had said such a thing to him at least once in the past, he would not have lived like a fool as he was now.

Namgung Mu-gwang asked the question he hadn't been able to hear earlier. Because it was somehow embarrassing to continue this conversation.

"So, what is it that you want to do?"

She, Eun Ga-yeong, said.

-Do you know what martial studies are?

-Not martial arts?

-Yes, what we are learning is not martial arts, but martial studies. To constantly pursue learning. To build up one's own skills is martial studies, and to have someone else build up their skills is also martial studies. Martial arts is what is completed when martial studies and martial studies are accumulated.

On that day, the Heavenly Emperor had said this.

-As a master, meeting a disciple like you is the best moment of my life.

After the Heavenly Emperor died, she met the Sword Emperor.

The Sword Emperor said that she no longer had to follow anyone's orders.

To find the true meaning of those words, she had just followed the Sword Emperor.

Simply wanting something.

She still didn't know about those words, but among the many unsolved questions, she thought she now knew why the Heavenly Emperor had said such a thing to her.

A martial artist is a being that constantly accumulates and builds up.

Therefore, the Heavenly Emperor had spoken to her at the moment before his death.

Because all the things he had accumulated so far would not collapse in vain.

What the Heavenly Emperor had said to her was that he was grateful for leaving what he had built up throughout his life in the world.

The words of the Heavenly Emperor and the Sword Emperor were clearly different.

Different, but somehow similar.

Then what do I want to do now?

Am I teaching the fool in front of me just because I was asked?

Or am I teaching him because I saw his potential?

The Sword Emperor had said this.

-If you do things one by one, you will someday know what you really want to do.

Eun Ga-yeong realized what the two, the Heavenly Emperor and the Sword Emperor, had in common.

The Heavenly Emperor and the Sword Emperor had both spoken for themselves.

However, the difference between these two was that the Sword Emperor had not told her what to do next.

The unknown.

After meeting him, everything was new.

This situation too.

"The reason?"

"That's right! The reason!"

Honestly, I don't know the exact reason. I haven't even found the reason for my own actions, so how could I answer such a question?

But if I had to answer...

"You asked for help, didn't you?"

He was a person who did not refuse someone's help. Therefore, Eun Ga-yeong, who had seen him, had also tried to follow suit, and it wasn't particularly...

Namgung Mu-gwang, for some reason, was shedding tears.

"Fuck!"

As he swore, he clenched his fist slightly, and Namgung Mu-gwang lowered his eyes.

...It wasn't bad. This situation.

"If it was this easy, I would have tried it sooner!"

"What?"

"That help thing."

Namgung Mu-gwang, wiping his eyes with his sleeve, asked.

"Can I call you noona?"

"As you wish."

"Alright! Noona!"

The first decision she had made on her own in her life.

She didn't know if this was the freedom he had spoken of, but it wasn't a bad feeling.

Namgung Mu-gwang suddenly looked around and said in a low voice.

"Noona, this is my intuition, but!"

His tone had somehow changed to a slightly informal one. This too was not bad.

"Huh?"

"Something unpleasant is about to happen."

"Still, you have to train today. You can't skip. You're weak, you know."

"Tch!"

***

Namgung Mu-gwang had good intuition.

He returned to the family estate with a refreshed expression for the first time in a long time.

His body was really tired as if he were about to die, but for some reason, his mood was very refreshing.

-You have talent, you know.

Perhaps the reason was... that he had been acknowledged by someone for the first time.

"Heehee."

He tried to suppress the laughter that kept leaking out, and his face became strangely distorted.

"Are you crazy?"

"You were always crazy."

"Still, it wasn't this bad..."

"He's making eye contact. Let's go quickly!"

He could hear people whispering about him, who was grinning now that so many people had died.

At this moment, it didn't matter much.

On the other hand, he now feels that the human heart is truly fickle.

To think that his father and second older brother had died a while ago, and yet he was laughing like this again.

It was then. His first older brother, who had now become the family head, suddenly came to his room.

"Older brother? No, family head?"

"It's awkward. Call me as you used to. It's an order."

Feeling once again that this bastard did not suit him, he followed. Because if he didn't, his older brother might fly a sword at his eyes again.

"Yes. Older brother."

His first older brother, sitting on a chair without the owner's permission and putting his feet on the bed, said, looking at him askance with his arms crossed.

"You are no longer needed in the family, so leave the family now."

Namgung Mu-gwang felt that what was to come had finally come.

He was a time bomb to his first older brother.

Bloodlines, if they are on the same side, are more reliable than anyone else, but if they become competitors, they become the closest enemies.

His first older brother had become the family head, and he was a being who could threaten his first older brother's position just by existing.

Although the difference was like heaven and earth.

Namgung Mu-gwang accepted it silently.

"Yes, I understand."

"Alright, leave when the sun rises tomorrow."

"Yes."

He had never thought he would be kicked out so quickly. Still, he would give him money on his way out, right?

His first older brother left right after he finished speaking, without anything. He was a son of a bitch.

The next day, Namgung Mu-gwang packed his things simply and came out.

He was worried that his noona would be worried that he had suddenly disappeared without telling her, but since she was a person who was originally elusive, he wasn't too worried.

Where on earth does she sleep?

And in front of the main gate of the Namgung family, someone was waiting.

White hair.

Slightly upturned eyes.

Playful eyes.

"You are?"

The one who had saved the Divine Monk and the Namgung family from the Chaotic Heavenly Society.

"The Sword Emperor?"

The opponent slightly raises his hand. Namgung Mu-gwang, recognizing the danger, immediately adds one more character to the end.

"The Sword Emperor... nim?"

"Yes. How old am I, it's troublesome if you speak informally."

"Sword Emperor-nim, how old are you?"

"Let's see. I'm 25, and you're 20, so if we round up, it's about 50."

Anyone could see that he looked to be in his twenties. In fact, he had heard that he was around his twenties. Did he want to be spoken to formally that much? He realized once again that there were many strange people in the world.

"The annoying bastard listened to me well, didn't he?"

"Is the annoying bastard you're talking about my first older brother?"

"Yeah, that's right. He said you're just a freeloader here and not particularly needed anyway."

"That's true, isn't it?"

The truth-based assault is always painful. Although the one who hits doesn't know it well.

Grin.

The Sword Emperor smiled. The moment he saw that smile, Namgung Mu-gwang felt the same feeling he had felt yesterday again.

'Ugh!'

Was the feeling from that time not from my noona, but from him?

Yoo Jae-ha said.

"You, become my comrade!"

Namgung Mu-gwang later summarized this day like this.

The day of the body waiver.

(End of Chapter)