181 Bad Reversal

The rise of life, he was able to get a good job, but naturally not everyone received it.

Not all the disciples of Mountain Water wished for the position, and there is some selection among those who wish, and they are lucky men, finally recognised with the recommendation of both Mountain Water and the present Lord.

Nevertheless, many finished their lives before meeting the mountain waters in the first place.

"What kind of a martial arts guide are you?"

In a small, dirty room, there was a woman lying on the bed. He is the mother of a young man who was in town with him.

Nothing. He wasn't fooling the youth, he was dead because he was acting dangerous.

That had happened before I met Mountain Water, before Mountain Water recruited disciples.

"So, what happened to Atashi's son?

He died a long time ago.

To the grumpy woman, he was answering quietly.

I was ready, rather than giving up, to her, he was about to give me a bag of gold coins and a cut of fruit.

In this Arcana kingdom, the training of magicians is extremely flourishing.

Anyway, it is the only technique that can cure others, both combat and useful defense techniques.

Whether you are a possessor of below average qualities or a child of the poor, you can have him trained as a magician in an educational facility in Caputo just because he is hosting holy power.

But that means that magicians are also pinky. To be treated by the use of amazing magic techniques that can cure diseases that are difficult to cure, a corresponding amount was needed.

"Fruit of Visitation and Money"

"He said... I don't know how serious he is, but he said he'd make enough money to cure your illness. The fruit, you don't have to believe it, but it seems to be a medicine for all the illnesses."

The mother of the young man had a disease that could not be cured without considerable money.

The money can also be easily earned depending on your position.

I could have been in that position. He had brought the money, as I recall, and some of the fruit he had received lightly, though he shouldn't be able to buy it, no matter how much money he loaded.

"Now you want me to turn my son into a charlatan?

"... nothing like that. It's like, seriously."

"With this money, I might hire a killer."

"If you can hire enough people with that money, you can pay them back without any problems. If you want to waste your money, do so."

Outreach Dead friends may also be cursing themselves for being successful.

Well, I'm not going to die as cursed as I am.

I feel quite a step in the way for a dead friend, but I'm not feeling just so sorry for being killed.

My friends, myself, just got strong and great, and...

I was just lucky that I survived out of the two I tried.

I didn't check to see if my mother ate pan peaches or what kind of look she had.

If you try it on her, a child who can't be turned into money dies and a friend who survived and came out with it brings a "ladder" and you won't be convinced with it.

I don't think I can bless a friend who turned my son away with enough money to cure my illness and live quite a bit after that.

"I just put through the muscles to be put through."

Honestly, I don't care that much about my friend's death.

Back home, I was hoping to talk about it.

As his mother had not found value for the money she had given him, even to him she had not felt value for the money she had given him.

Leave the small, dirty house and hang out.

The gaze from the surroundings was very noticeable also by helping with treasure clothes and so on.

I don't feel bad.

The eyes of those who saw themselves truly accomplishing their birth were just as comforting from the men who traveled with many other challengers, supposedly dying wild anyway.

Why is that bastard turning his gaze and wishing the men were on their journey, too?

Why do those men look at me and the women wish they had sold themselves cobwebs?

Not bad.

My own master will forgive me because I didn't hurt anyone.

Besides, the Lord of Sopeds tells me to do the same.

As the mountain waters are still grasshoppers in the run-off, the faces guided by the mountain waters are also commanded not to hide themselves from the surroundings so that they may always wear treasures.

"But think about it..."

Isn't it approximate that it is commanded directly from the Lord of the Sopeds?

He is the second-highest man in this country, and he is like a king in this sophisticated territory.

The king commands me to do this directly. What a lame story.

Of course, there is a terrible addition to this order, to the instructions.

"Hey, long time no see"

"Oh, it's you"

An old friend called out from behind me as I walked through town tasting the illusion that had become the center of the world.

The face was very intimate and smiling. Smiling is a strange thing, and even someone I don't greatly miss makes me happy.

"I heard you were born!

"Oh, you're right"

"Right, well, was the rumor true"

I come shoulder to shoulder with heartfelt joy.

I was shouldering myself, accepting that cheap distance.

"Come on, I'll buy you a drink. Let me talk to you about Wang Du."

"Dude... that's okay? I don't drink too much. My tongue's fattened."

"I have a store that serves good liquor! You can count on that, huh?

My surrounding eyes were tighter.

Naturally. I didn't just get rich, I didn't just return it, I came back with public honor.

Again, the Lord of Sopeds is like a king. It was an unparalleled honor to receive an autograph from the king.

He says he can't eat honor, but he still envies honor.

Seeing a successful man and his friend was a daunting thing.

What a misfortune for them.

Few had such dark aspirations.

"Hidden famous stores are the ones, huh? Well, then, there's a lot of good liquor for those who know it."

It was a store with few seats, with an entrance in the basement.

There is a small table in front of the fuzzy sofa, where a number of liquors line up.

Purely liquor-enjoying shops, it didn't look like it.

Such a lovely shop.

"Right, well, you know these stores a lot."

"I'm the one making money in this town. My boss brought me here too."

My old friend, who seems to be good at it, recommends the liquor in a glass glass glass.

"What do you say, a dedication"

He was quietly closing his eyes against the liquor-specific smell.

"Sorry, I can't drink this."

"... come on, why are you saying that? You don't know how fat your tongue is if you don't drink a drop."

Then you can drink it all.

He doesn't see anything with his eyes closed, but his old friend's face was still stiff.

"Oh, I'll tell you first...... don't cut backwards. If you don't like being suspicious, tell me what you're doing, not drinking."

He was frightened.

This store, I've been very disappointed since I was told.

Whatever anyone thinks, it's natural to assume that there's some kind of trick.

I wanted you to use your wisdom even if you were to fool me some more.

"Even if there's nothing in this booze, there's no way I'm going to drink the booze of a guy who doesn't know his job."

My old friend had his eyes black and white.

It was a funny, unthinkable face.

Seeing the face of such an old friend, he seemed sorry.

"Regardless of the extent, I thought you were going to use me as a lord, but I know it wasn't the time you were brought into these 'shops'"

"Hey, what's the approximate way to put it..."

"Then show me your wallet because work is fine. The contents, there you go."

Tell the person you're talking about luxury to show him his wallet. If that's a friend, it's not so weird. Because I might be pushed to account.

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"You, you're not born. He's not turning his head or his tongue, he just said a lot this time, right?

"Oh, you! You're not mistaken because you're born!

Both the knife and the sides that were lowered to the waist are beside the sofa. I was trying to pull it out right away.

On top of that, I was prepared to find out even if I was not a master but not a immortal.

"You're the one who's mistaken. Stay calm."

No matter how you look at it, a few people from the back came in armed.

Seeing that, my old friend bows his head and runs away as he is.

"Well... I seem to have noticed a long time ago that I am willing to listen to you."

"If you just ask."

"Nice, quick talk"

The man sits in the seat where his old friend was sitting.

On top of that, he was laughing with what a worthy eye.

"So, how's the economy? The new martial arts guide."

"Right...... you're happy. It's easy to say."

"Oh, it's cheap, it's cheap. You know that."

Without facing the man's nasty laughter, he watched the booze with no expression.

I watched the alcohol poured by my old friend with no expression on his face.

"Sounds like you know how it goes, being a martial arts guide is cheap."

Of course, if you were hired directly to be royal or four nobles, like mountain water, and even to provide guidance to soldiers and officers, you would get a high salary.

But it doesn't make a lot of money to the extent that it coaches the nobles.

"Well, you're right, originally being a martial arts guide is an honorary position. It's like a job for a retired grandfather to praise a naughty nobleman."

That was the right perception.

Of course, the detention time is short, and given his origins, it's pretty high pay.

But it's still not enough to play and live.

"But the sign is splendid. That sign alone makes a lot of money roll in."

"Does it even open in the dojo?

"Don't be ridiculous, you know how it is to gather the poor, right? You want to talk business with the lords, you talk to the merchants, and if you give me a little introduction fee, you can join the lords' party, if it's more than anyone else's."

In short, it is fraud.

Those who do are approximate, but those who catch on are also approximate.

"Whoa, this plan's gonna work, huh? That's not true. The previous martial arts director did the same thing."

There was a problem with their predecessor, I guess that's what happened.

The previous one also committed a crime, so it shows their humanity that they think they will succeed in doing it now.

Normally, I think I'm going to stop because the guy before me failed.

But there are so many who think they won't fail alone.

"Because it's cool. Hey, what's a martial arts guide? That's why we keep getting more and more stories from the other side, huh? Instead, I'll sort it out. It'll just change the order a little, won't it?

"Let me tell you something, I've been asked what the previous guy was doing by the owner of Sopede."

"What, I don't care. If you don't shut up, you won't find out."

Everyone knows it's a dangerous bridge.

That's why I thought we were trying to negotiate more minutes.

"In the meantime, my master... Mitsujin, who taught me the sword, is good at not seeing lies. Assuming I do that, they'll come to kill me to take responsibility. So, no."

"Come on, are you talking about that child-faced sword saint or something?

He was closing his eyes when he heard what was supposed to be the word.

"You don't have to look like that, you're lying anyway, right? They say sopedo trump cards, but there's no way even half the rumors can do that."

I had no choice, because everything the mountain water did was frown spit.

If you just heard rumors, you don't have to believe it.

"I doubt it's even real. So, what do you think?

I know, I know.

But even so...

"You know that, don't you? The identity of a con man named Shirokuro Sansui."

I haven't been human enough to be told this and kept quiet.

"Do you want to try and see if it's a scam?

Throwing his anger, he was reaching for the sword he was placing right beside him.

It was all too obvious that that meant a breakdown in the negotiations.

"Whoa, did I piss you off?

But there's no such thing as a person in the back society who moves to that.

Even if it's a scam, you deal with enough men to be chosen as martial arts guides. I'm quite prepared.

Right behind him sitting on the couch, in front of him, several men appeared with weapons.

Armed men surround him as he sits with his weapon in his sheath.

I'd say it's exactly a stuffing situation.

"Don't be so sure, this is a gainful story for both. I don't even want to kill Master Martial Arts over here, don't make a scene. So..."

"I guess this story moves quite a bit of money. Aren't you pretty much up there in the organization?

"Mm, yeah, of course I am. I mean..."

"Enough for the hostages."

The blink band is always worn.

When it comes to what that means, it means you're ready without having to have a knife in your hand.

If your opponent is capable of using magic, if you can't strengthen your body, it's perfectly fine in a small room.

"What?"

At the time of the siege, at the time of making the slab surface of the stuffing, the strong faces were also convinced of the victory.

The four men under siege were out of their minds.

Before his mind is full, he attacks at high speeds while pulling out his sword.

"Hey, surviving guy"

At the end of the attack, the three men standing fall.

My neck slips away and my neck falls in conjunction with my hips falling as-is.

"If you spare the life of the guy sitting in the chair, bring in the soldiers of the organization"

Blood fills the narrow store as he finishes demanding further offerings.

"Hih...... yahhhhhhhh!

"Hey..."

Don't move.

The man standing runs away with a body that is better stained with fear that doesn't suit the strong side.

The man sitting in the chair trying to stop it, but with a bloodstained knife on his throat, he could not even stand out of the chair.

"Hey, you know who you sold the fight to?!

"Are you an idiot? I'm getting ink from the owner of the sopeds, right?

Oh, the countrymen are in trouble because this is it.

"You, you think you're just going to have to fight and sell to Sopede?

His heart was frightened, and he was lowering his sides to his waist.

The man sitting in the chair was in a hurry against him in the stand-up to intercept further reinforcements.

"Now I know your arm will stand! Okay, so wait! Just let me go! Otherwise...!

It was just a matter of time after I missed the man.

Something is thrown inside the store and the smoke burns as it is.

"This is the worst place to be!

"Well, you didn't make a big deal out of it. I can't believe you're truncated into such clutter."

My friend as the new martial arts guide was watching a burning building.

Dozens of strong surfaces surround the building with long objects in their hands, scattering people from around them.

"Your 'friend' is a fool... you're going to do this with short temper."

"Yes, not at all..."

"So, how do you put this drop on?

Perhaps the middle-aged man, who would be considerably superior in the organization, was staring sharply at his friends.

"I left it up to you to say that you're my friend as the new martial arts guide. I lost one shop and four men."

"... that"

"Don't think you're gonna die easy."

The strong side of the perimeter stared at the dwarf who had begun the matter.

And the dwarf is going to turn pale and lose his hips.

Yes, the man who tried to drag his friend into evil waited for the reward he deserved.

"Ordered by the Lord of Sopeds"

He slit the ceiling in the burning store and jumped up into the air, getting off the ground as he escaped smoke and flames, and he was gruesome at everyone on the spot.

"If anyone's gonna recommend crap, tell them to kill us all as a show."

Roll the four heads in your hand onto the road.

"Tell those who don't believe in the name of Sirokurosansui to know the truth by the facts."

The dozens of men that were under siege, the man at the top of the organization, the man who was his friend.

"All of you, your necks."

Oh, I understood you were going to die.

"That was close."

There, the neck and torso of the outlaws were rolling.

A corpse that's been decapitated alive and is sprinkling a lot of blood.

That's exactly what I would call a hell painting.

"Your boss almost killed me."

"Oh, oh..."

To his only surviving friend, the bloody one, he was speaking.

If my eyes weren't laughing, I wouldn't hold the knife in my hand and put it in my sheath.

"Tell me not to misunderstand, but I'm not misunderstanding. You weren't willing to kill me or fool me, were you?

"Oh, oh! Absolutely!"

"You weren't going to get some gain, but you weren't even going to fall for me, were you?

"Oh, yeah! I wanted to make a lot of money with you!

Damn, being stupid is hard to save.

He was trying to drag his friend, who had gained a stable job because of it, into the path of evil with about half his selfishness and about half his goodwill.

I'll give you that, it was just stupid.

"But I'm also assuming you've been making fun of me."

He knows how stupid he is.

I don't see myself as a person with special qualities, like a festival or a run.

On the contrary, we also know that it does not extend far to Toon or Blois.

"Damn, you fell off easy to understand. Now I can tell you how much I drink."

I just happen to survive by chance.

I know that.

I know there's no big difference between this guy in front of me and me.

"Come on, don't kill me!

"Oh, of course. I'm not gonna kill you."

But no. Absolutely not.

Definitely not who I am right now and who I am right now.

I know that too well.

"Even if you get caught, you get badly eyed, and then you're released, and the one in your organization kills you. I don't care if you let me go wild and get caught and killed like that by the tissue guy, or go into that burning shop and kill myself."

"What?"

"I won't kill you, do as you please."

He dances in the sky by the treasure of his ankle.

"Well done."

He was flying, remembering the words sent by those who were also ashamed to call him master.

"You are another swordsman."

Yes, I did my best.

So it's not like that guy anymore.

'Congratulations on your graduation. Good luck with your martial arts guide.'

Even if the opponent was strong enough to be comparable to the trump card, there is an honor to protect.

That was enough not to hesitate to abandon the other person that it might have been.

"Die as you please"

Even if I didn't know, I tried to apply mud to the face of the mountain water. That deserves to die.