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Chapter 75
Chapter 75. Bad Friend (6)
In response to Jin Yuseong's praise-that-wasn't-praise, Dang Sopyeong replied with a determined expression.
“I decided to abandon my surname so as not to live like them. I will not live like those bastards who persecute and treat others like tools just because they are illegitimate or from a branch family. Those who become my family are one with me, so I will repay their kindness or avenge their enemies as if they were my own. So for now, as you said, I will start by avenging my mother's enemies.”
For some reason, Jin Yuseong lightly clicked his tongue.
“Tsk. You're still too soft. Just repaying is not enough. Shouldn't you repay kindness tenfold and enemies a hundredfold?”
Ẃе̌ b̆n о v̈ė l̆ Е̃ ñ um а̀
Dang Sopyeong made a face similar to the one he had when he first met Jin Yuseong.
“...Isn't that too much? A hundredfold means you'd cut someone's throat for just brushing past them, wouldn't it?”
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He was looking at him as if he were a madman.
“And whether it's kindness or enmity, if it's ten times, it's ten times, and if it's a hundred times, it's a hundred times. Why calculate kindness and enmity separately?”
At the extremely rational point, Jin Yuseong snorted.
“The world is full of trash worse than the Sichuan Sword Clan. You need at least this much resolve to be able to protect your family from these scumbags.”
W ĕ b ň о vе̇ l̀ Е̄ñ u mа̇
He sort of understood what Jin Yuseong was trying to say.
Dang Sopyeong, who nodded his head, answered.
“Saying ten times or a hundred times seems too exaggerated and unrealistic. I will try to repay kindness twofold and enemies threefold.”
Jin Yuseong lightly clicked his tongue as if he was dissatisfied.
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“You're unnecessarily realistic.”
For some reason, Jin Yuseong was reminded of his episode with Nam Geon.
Ẇ е̊b n̂ о v̆е̂ l Ё n̂ům а́
“So you just left your name as it is? To live a small and peaceful life. It's obvious that the family head gave you that name to use you like a slave, meaning for you to settle for reality. How about changing your name on this occasion?”
“…”
For a moment, he looked at Jin Yuseong with an expression of being at a loss for words.
In a tone that barely suppressed his anger, Dang Sopyeong opened his mouth.
“The name Sopyeong was a name that my. Mo. Ther. Per. So. Nal. Ly. gave me, with the wish that I grow up small, peaceful, and without trouble.”
“…”
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Jin Yuseong, who was momentarily at a loss for words, let out a dry cough.
“Ahem. On second thought, it is truly a good name. I misspoke.”
Jin Yuseong clasped his hands and even bowed his head slightly. Dang Sopyeong, who stared at him for a moment, smirked.
‘He’s a madman, but he doesn't seem like a bad person.’
True, he did beat someone up on their first meeting, but in the end, he was also the one who came to save him.
As that thought crossed his mind, Dang Sopyeong belatedly realized something important.
Ẁ e bn̊ о́ v́ е̌l En̄ umа́
‘Come to think of it, how on earth did this madman come to save me?’
A man he had never met before knew all about his story and even his mother's last will.
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A question he hadn't even thought of due to the series of urgent situations. Dang Sopyeong finally voiced that question.
“Did you perhaps know my mother? I-is that why you came to find me?”
Could it be that this young man was an arrangement left behind by his departed mother for him?
His mother had told him to endure in the Sichuan Sword Clan somehow.
Ė n üm а̊ .i̊ d
Wasn't that because she wanted her still-young son to finish growing up within a safe fence?
‘Yes. Mother was a wise person.’
She must have known that he would live a hellish life as an illegitimate son.
His mother would have surely known that they only intended to use them.
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So, wasn't it something his mother had arranged?
For the son who would grow up in the future.
Е̇ n ûm ã.і̄d
To get him out of the clan that was no longer a safe fence but an abyss that suffocated him.
As his thoughts continued, a sense of longing filled Dang Sopyeong's eyes.
Looking into those eyes, Jin Yuseong shook his head without a moment's hesitation.
“I have never met the late lady.”
He had no intention of deceiving the guy by lying.
“Th-then how on earth did you know my mother's last will?”
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As Dang Sopyeong asked again, as if he couldn't understand at all, Jin Yuseong gave a moderately truthful answer.
“I told you. I came at the request of an acquaintance who knows you very well.”
He couldn't exactly answer that the future Jang Sopyeong had asked for help.
Before Dang Sopyeong, still with a confused expression, could ask anything more, Jin Yuseong turned his back.
“Seeing as you're chattering like this, it seems your stamina has returned. We haven't left Sichuan yet, so use the energy you have for talking to move your feet.”
Saying so, Jin Yuseong took the first step and began to move forward.
Е̄ nů m̊а . і d̆
Dang Sopyeong stopped for a moment and stared at that back.
‘He’s never seen my mother, but it’s a request from someone who knows me well?’
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One possibility came to mind.
Could it be that a friend of his mother's, or a distant cousin he didn't know, had made a sort of request to that young man?
Suddenly, he felt it was rather a relief.
If it were truly his mother who sent this madman, he felt that would have been strange in its own way.
Е̂ nũ m̂а
With a much lighter heart, Dang Sopyeong finally moved his legs and chased after Jin Yuseong.
“Let's go together!”
He didn't know who sent this madman, but thanks to him, he got out of the clan, so it wouldn't be so bad to be with him for a while.
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How long had they been running, taking only minimal rest?
Not only had they left Sichuan, but several days had passed since they entered Chongqing before Jin Yuseong stopped walking.
Еn̂ u m̈_а̊
“At this rate, we should have shaken off the pursuit.”
Dang Sopyeong, who took a deep breath, said with a desperate expression.
“Haa. So, are we going to rest a bit while we move now?”
Dang Sopyeong was beyond a beggar's state; he looked like he was about to die.
Jin Yuseong, who looked no better than a beggar himself, frowned.
“What nonsense are you talking about? Taking a rest.”
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“If we've shaken off the pursuit, there's no need to move in a hurry, is there?”
“Since we've shaken off the pursuit, shouldn't we now step up our training?”
The two men looked at each other as if they were looking at a madman.
“Your revenge for the late lady. Have you already given up?”
At Jin Yuseong's point, Dang Sopyeong clenched his teeth.
“I will have my revenge, and I will train. But don't misunderstand, I'm not doing it because you told me to.”
Е̂ n̆ū m̂ а̌
Watching the venomously shouting Dang Sopyeong, Jin Yuseong smirked for a moment. He soon lost interest and began to swing the Restoring Name Sword.
The life-and-death struggle with Jang Ik, which had been several days ago, vaguely surfaced in his mind.
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As he forcefully held onto that memory, the blurry memory gradually became clearer.
At the same time, trajectories were embroidered in the air.
The countless exchanges they had in the life-and-death struggle with Jang Ik.
Jin Yuseong, as if possessed, followed those trajectories and swung his sword.
Ẅẽ b ṅо̀ v̌е l E ǹu m а̂
He wasn't simply trying to follow those trajectories. If it weren't for the final gamble, he would have been defeated.
While chasing the trajectories embroidered in the air, he sought out ways to break Jang Ik's techniques one by one.
After flying around, stepping on his footwork, and swinging his sword for a long time.
Before he knew it, only one trajectory remained embroidered in the air.
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Whoooosh.
The Restoring Name Sword let out a rough sword cry, and an intense sword qi swirled.
Ёn ů mӑ . і̂d́
After performing the Crimson Lotus Ascension one last time, Jin Yuseong lightly controlled his breathing.
“Inhale. Exhale.”
Before he knew it, his dantian was empty, and his limbs trembled as if they had reached their limit.
Jin Yuseong slightly turned his head and looked at Dang Sopyeong.
He was staggering his limbs and diligently swinging his sword.
It seemed he was continuing to swing because of his pride, even though he had reached his limit.
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For several days after that, he continued to train and travel with Dang Sopyeong.
Jin Yuseong, who was watching Dang Sopyeong swinging his sword, asked.
“What have you been doing for the past few days?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why have you only been training with the sword for days?”
“If a swordsman doesn't train with a sword, what on earth should he train?”
Ӗn̄ůmа̇. і̌ d̈
“You have the medical skills you inherited from the late lady, don't you? My point is, why are you training with a useless sword when you have good poison?”
Why was the man who would be called the Poison Immortal in the future not training in the Poison Art?
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Jin Yuseong simply couldn't understand.
Dang Sopyeong frowned and answered.
“Medicine is knowledge meant to save people. Also, poison is cowardly, isn't it? I don't want to tarnish the knowledge I learned from my mother.”
Jin Yuseong tilted his head once and asked politely.
Еn̂ u m ӓ
“Are you, by any chance, an idiot?”
The moment Dang Sopyeong frowned at the insult uttered with honorifics and was about to reply.
Swoosh.
Jin Yuseong, who had already drawn the Restoring Name Sword, aimed it at him.
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‘Th-this madman, finally?’
As Dang Sopyeong flinched and stepped back, Jin Yuseong looked at him as if he were a madman and said.
W еb̆n̊ ȯv̆ еl̂ Ӗ n u ṁ а
“What does this look like to you?”
“...Isn't it a sword?”
“That's a relief. It seems your eyes aren't idiotic as well.”
“No, but why do you keep calling me an idiot, an idiot….”
Just as Dang Sopyeong was about to argue, Jin Yuseong swung the Restoring Name Sword in the air.
SWOOOOSH!
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After a gruesome sound of cutting through the air erupted, Jin Yuseong asked indifferently.
“So, if I killed innocent commoners with this sword, or for example, the late lady. Am I a good person because I killed her justly with a sword?”
“…”
“Conversely, I assassinated and killed a villain, worse than trash, who killed hundreds and thousands of innocent commoners with poison. Am I then a villain?”
“…”
“A sword or poison, they are just tools. Who uses them and how is more important. I just use a sword because the first martial art I learned was a sword art.”
Е ńũ_m̆ а
Saying so, Jin Yuseong retrieved the Restoring Name Sword, sheathed it, and added.
“Someone once said. That medicine and poison are one. Depending on how it's used, even medicine can become poison.”
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It was what the Poison Immortal had told him in his past life.
“Killing those worse-than-trash bastards with poison is an act that benefits the world, so this too is medicine.”
Jin Yuseong's own conviction was mixed into it.
Listening to Jin Yuseong's sophistry, Dang Sopyeong was somehow reminded of a story he had heard from his mother.
Еn̂û m̄ а
The people who had harassed his mother and maternal grandparents, demanding a rare medicine.
His maternal grandparents had saved a dying man with the rare medicine, but that man was a villain who tormented innocent people.
So, was that saving a person? Or killing a person?
While Dang Sopyeong was contemplating this profound problem, Jin Yuseong suddenly slapped him across the cheek.
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Smack!
“What is this!?”
Е n̂ ů m̌ а̃. і̀ d.
“That was on behalf of the late lady.”
Dang Sopyeong, who was about to question him as he lay on the ground, soon shut his mouth.
“To be worrying about your pride even with your parents' enemy before you, you're no different from a parricide.”
Dang Sopyeong couldn't refute it.
He didn't want to act as that madman said, but no matter how he thought about it, Jin Yuseong's words seemed to be right.
Dang Sopyeong got up on his own and said to Jin Yuseong.
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“Then, from now on, when we pass by mountains, give me time to dig for poisonous herbs.”
At his determined expression, Jin Yuseong readily nodded his head.
“Follow me.”
Saying so, Jin Yuseong didn't look back and used his movement arts at a faster speed than before.
For Dang Sopyeong, whose level was lower than Jin Yuseong's, just keeping up made the sky turn yellow.
At that moment, Jin Yuseong's voice reached his ears.
Ē nu m̌ ȧ. і d́
“Imagine the enemy is running away far ahead and use your movement arts.”
Only then did Dang Sopyeong understand why that guy was running so fast.
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This too was a kind of movement art training.
How long had he been running, tenaciously chasing after Jin Yuseong?
Just when he thought he might die from just running, Jin Yuseong stopped.
“We've gained some time as we increased our speed. I'll give you half a shichen, so go around this area and dig for medicinal and poisonous herbs.”
Ёnu m̄ӓ .і ď
He was already on the verge of death, and now he was being told to search the mountain.
He had a lot to say to that crazy demand, but Dang Sopyeong clenched his teeth and moved his feet.
It was training to avenge his enemy. He couldn't just whine that it was hard.
And above all.
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‘I won't lose to that madman.’
Before he knew it, Jin Yuseong had drawn the Restoring Name Sword and was training his swordsmanship.
Е ñü m̀ а
Despite having run that long distance without rest, just like him.
If that madman could do it, what reason was there that he couldn't?
Thus, the two men continued their journey, challenging the limits of their bodies every single day.
And after passing Chongqing and entering Hunan, Dang Sopyeong asked.
“But where are we even going?”
At that question, Jin Yuseong smiled faintly.
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From Sichuan to here. It was a smile Dang Sopyeong had seen for the first time, even though they had been together for over half a month.
“Mount Heng. My comrades are there.”
For some reason, at that answer, Dang Sopyeong's expression darkened.
‘Comrades? Does that mean there are more madmen besides this one?’
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