Regressor’s Life After Retirement

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[Tribe Heavenly Demon Church (3)]

“Really surprising I was surprised! “Where did you learn such great swordsmanship?”

“…….”

“Haha. I went to call for reinforcements, but I didn’t know they would be dealt with in the meantime. Don’t misunderstand. I never ran away to live alone. “Can you swear?”

“……”

“Hey, Himura-san… Isn’t that what the boss is upset about?”

Hearing Genji’s very intimidated tone, the great man turned to the side and made a puzzled expression as if he was hearing it for the first time.

“Did you happen to say this to me?”

“Ha ha ha ha ha. I heard Himura-san has a really good sense of humor…”

Cold sweat broke out on Genji’s greasy face.

Ever since the banquet hosted by the lord began, Genji had been chasing after the great man like a dog with a poop.

This was because right after the giant oni appeared, he left the group alone and ran away alone.

If the great man and his companions had died as is, nothing would have happened, but as the great man killed the oni with one blow, Genji’s situation became very difficult.

The warrior who had been dismissed as a country boy was even officially invited to the lord’s banquet.

Moreover, his skills were incredible.

If Daein was scouted by Tribe, their positions would change instantly.

“I didn’t really run away, I just went to call for reinforcements. Trust me, Himura-san…”

Genji said, looking at the great man’s thoughts with his small eyes buried in his flesh.

The great man said, picking his ears. It has been a long time since the relationship between the two turned around.

“I only believe what I see with my own eyes? “I saw you running pretty fast earlier, didn’t you?”

“no way. Don’t do that…”

Genji slipped something into the great man’s pocket. The great man slightly opened his pocket and checked.

It was a high-grade magic stone that had been given to Genji when the party passed through the western wall.

Genji said, squinting one eye.

“This is a sign of our friendship. “If you feel upset, let it out.”

The great man spoke seriously as he put down the sushi he was about to eat on the plate.

“If you wink at me one more time, I will never let you open those little eyes again.”

“I’m sorry.”

“And why one? “There must be one more?”

“…Oh my gosh, look at my mind.”

Genji smiled awkwardly and put the intermediate magic stone into the great man’s pocket. Then he rubbed his hands together like flies and smiled servilely.

“lol.”

The other warriors who were watching the great man frowned at Genji’s actions, which seemed as if he would give up his liver and gallbladder.

‘Pathetic bastard.’

‘Is he still safe?’

Anyway, Genji stayed close to the person and chatted quietly.

“Himura-san. “If you have any questions, feel free to ask.”

“Hmm…”

The great man looked around, ignoring Genji who was following him.

In recognition of their contribution to dealing with the giant oni, Daein and his party were officially invited to the lord’s banquet.

However, the lord Takeda Nobu was nowhere to be seen. Instead, the samurai who attended the banquet were having a great time.

‘There is no separate main forest.’

The banquet hall was beyond extravagant and extravagant.

The banquet hall of a high-end hotel was renovated, but there was too much food and alcohol to handle.

On one side, women in short clothes danced to the music or served the warriors.

“Hehehe.”

“You bitch! come here.”

Some of the warriors attending the banquet were harassing women. Even the warriors who weren’t like that were giggling and looking at the scene as if it was natural.

‘It’s a good thing I didn’t let the kids come.’

The great man clicked his tongue and shook his head.

Most of the warriors attending the banquet were paying attention to the appearance of such a great man.

‘That guy’s swordsmanship is that strong?’

‘That’s right. ‘I killed that big oni with one blow!’

‘Himura Kenshin? ‘Is that a real name?’

‘Is that possible? You must be an otaku. Why are there people like that sometimes?’

I could hear them all whispering, but Daein pretended not to hear me and walked around the banquet hall leisurely eating his food.

“beer.”

As Daein stretched out his hand to the side, Genji, who had been following him behind him like an attendant, quickly drank a beer.

“lol. “If you need anything else, let me know anytime.”

“Don’t come too close.”

The great man pushed Genji’s grinning face to the side.

“But the lord isn’t coming? Since it was an invitation, I thought I could meet you here.”

In response to the great man’s question, Genji shook his head.

“He probably won’t come. “He is very careful about showing himself off.”

Nobu Takeda, lord of Tribe Orochi.

He was one of the lords who was particularly cautious. Moreover, there were rumors that even his henchmen did not know his true face because his characteristic was [Doppelganger].

The great man quenched his appetite.

“It’s a shame. I really wanted to meet you today…”

“Hey… you know. Himura-san.”

“why?”

Genji twisted his body as if he was embarrassed. The great man had to exercise great patience not to swing his fist at him.

“If you join our tribe. Please take good care of me. huh? “I will do my best to help you adjust to Himura-san.”

Daein looked bewildered at the sight of him already drinking kimchi soup.

“When did I get here? “I have no intention of changing jobs.”

Then Genji smiled sinisterly. He looked like he knew everything.

He said, lowering his voice.

“Are you doing this to raise the price? “With Himura-san’s skills, it’s definitely worth it.”

“…….”

This pig seems to have some strange misunderstanding. But Daein had no intention of clearing up the misunderstanding.

‘Looking at it, it seems like everyone else thinks the same way.’

‘Orochi’, one of the four major tribes in Tokyo, was a large organization that was ranked among the top ten in Japan.

Having proven their skills in that domain and even received an invitation to the lord’s banquet, the warriors’ subsequent steps were almost the same.

‘He’s that talented, so of course the lord will want to recruit him.’

‘Where did such a monster suddenly appear?’

‘Can we bring that guy to our faction?’

Half of the warriors gave the great man a look of envy and half a look of wariness.

However, there was no warrior who could talk to a great person as easily as Genji.

They also had their own factions and had not yet clearly defined their respective positions.

Moreover, since Genji was right next to Daein, everyone was hesitant because they felt like they would be in the same class as him if they approached them.

“Himura-san.”

Genji, who had closely marked the great man, looked around and lowered his voice to a whisper.

“With your skills, you will quickly move up. “Our lord may not know anything else, but he clearly prioritizes merit.”

“You said you didn’t even see his face?”

“lol. So I didn’t see it.”

Genji smiled cruelly and rubbed his hands like flies.

“But Himura-san is different. Maybe I can see you for real. So, please be kind to me. Himura-san, please leave all the petty and dirty work to me.”

Genji seemed to think that Daein was a rope sent down from the sky.

The great man chuckled.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Himura-san! Thanks!”

Genji bowed and held out his hand. The two men shook hands.

It was at that time that Joo Sang-wook approached Daein with a stern expression.

“…Vice President. “Would you like to talk for a moment?”

Daein asked Genji to get out of the way because the two of them had something to talk about.

“Himura-san. “Call me anytime you need.”

Genji said that and left. Daein moved to the hotel balcony with Joo Sang-wook.

Ugh!

The great man asked, forming a veil to prevent others from hearing.

“How is the situation in Tokyo?”

While the great man attended the banquet and monopolized the attention of the warriors, Joo Sang-wook met with the practitioners and talked about various things.

Although he did not tell them who they were or their purpose of contacting the Japanese government, he learned quite a bit about the overall situation in Tokyo.

“…This is a very bad situation for us.”

Joo Sang-wook spoke with a serious expression.

Chiyoda-ku, where Japan’s administrative, legislative, and judiciary offices are located, is completely cut off from the outside world by an unknown magic field, and the surviving government officials are gathered at the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building.

It was said that the influence of the government, which barely maintained its existence, was so weak that it only looked after the large tribes that dominated Tokyo, rather than controlling them.

“They say Shinjuku, where the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building is located, is the only neutral zone. “I don’t touch them because I’m trying to keep an eye on the tribe, but I heard they could wipe them out within a day if they put their mind to it.”

“…….”

Since this was something I knew roughly, there was no significant change in the person’s expression.

Joo Sang-wook sighed. His tightly clenched fists trembled.

His gaze was directed down the balcony.

“…Vice President.”

While the warriors gathered at the hotel and enjoyed a banquet, down below, civilians called commoners were still groaning from hard labor and hunger.

“I am disgusted by this place and the system here.”

‘I guess it’s worth it.’

Joo Sang-wook was a person who would later be called by terrifying nicknames such as ‘superhuman judge, hunter, and executioner’.

He is a politician and a superman who responded more strongly to superhuman crimes than anyone else.

Later, because of the law he passed, superhumans were subject to heavier legal punishment than ordinary people even if they paid a lot of taxes and committed the same crime.

‘He was the type of person who would see the end of someone once he hit them.’

So, in the past, Daein also hated Joo Sang-wook very much.

What is it now?…

Joo Sang-wook said with red, bloodshot eyes.

“The Vice President must have seen it too. Bodies hanging on poles. Citizens treated like slaves! “The people in there act as if they are some kind of noble family…!”

In Joo Sang-wook’s eyes, this land ruled by superhumans was like a lawless zone that could not be tolerated.

“If it wasn’t for the mission…”

Joo Sang-wook took a deep breath to calm his rising anger.

The priority was to meet with the Japanese government and form an alliance.

There needs to be at least some justification to interfere in foreign affairs.

Daein looked at Joo Sang-wook, who was shaking his shoulders, and said a short word.

“You’ve been patient.”

“…sorry. I behaved indecently. Oh, by the way…”

Joo Sang-wook looked at Dae-in with a worried expression.

“From what I heard, the lord of this place is trying to recruit the vice president…”

Joo Sang-wook looked at the person with a questioning expression.

‘This man is also a superhuman. If he is attracted to Japan’s tribe system…’

At that moment, a shiver ran down Joo Sang-wook’s spine.

He didn’t think that Daein would be recruited by the lord of this place.

Isn’t the landlord already the vice president of the largest guild in Korea? The power he possessed was beyond imagination.

‘…that’s exactly the problem.’

gulp.

Joo Sang-wook swallowed his saliva and looked at Daein.

‘What if the landlord decides to apply Japan’s tribe system to Korea…?’

Can it really be stopped? Joo Sang-wook’s body trembled just thinking about such a future.

Sigh.

As if reading his thoughts, the great man said with a grin.

“I still have a plan, right?”

“What are you planning…”

“Listen for a moment.”

Joo Sang-wook listened to Daein’s story with a very nervous expression.

And then I lost consciousness.

dump.

Dae-in pushed Joo Sang-wook, who had knocked him out with a blood knife, into the corner of the balcony so that no one would find him for a while.

“I’m sorry, but from here on out, it’s a trade secret.”

The great man walked back into the banquet hall and checked whether the items his teacher had brought him were in good condition.

[Tribe Heavenly Demon Church (3)] End

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