How the Villain Lives

31. Don't you remember yet?

Large guilds come down in one day, and emerging forces shine and disappear. It's like the whole city is going back to the old nationwide era. Someone who imitates samurai, who cuts people off and walks around, who calls himself a collaborator, who begs the strong. I just thought that Ryosuke didn't have it all.

"What Japan is going to freeze to death."

"If you hear that, people won't stand still."

"Hmph, what are you going to do if you don't stand still? We're not even Kamikaze anymore anyway."

Uchida, the prosecutor who handles the attitude of the two sacks like an aquarium, slightly raises his tail as he looks at Ryoske's back. He said he was the only one who wielded the sword, but Ryuke has changed quite a bit since he was defeated by Korea. Until then, if we had a totalitarian mindset, would we now have a personalitarian mindset?

Those who had fallen in love with him in the past left without accepting the change, but rather thought it was a good thing that he was worried. It turned into a group of just under fifty cynics, but only qualified troops remained and only those who humanely defied Ryosuke. Loyal people who can rush into hell without hesitation if Ryosuke's orders.

"That's right. It's not even Kamikaze anymore."

"Why are you here? I would have asked you not to come, preferably while you were training."

"I had to come because of something like that."

Yusuke, who guessed something about Uchida's expression, has a stubborn expression. Even though I told you not to disturb the Shin Party, there was only one reason to come here like this.

"Kenshin?"

"Yes."

"You still haven't given up."

Kenshin, once a trustworthy servant and colleague, has changed considerably since he was defeated by Korea.

In the meantime, what I insisted persistently on was revenge against Korea. It was also overwhelming revenge. Of course, there was considerable disagreement with the two men who left Kamikaze because they found the war meaningless, and Kenshin split up with the idea of rebuilding Kamikaze on his own and putting him back on the rocks.

However, since then, I have been constantly sending envoys to ask them if they can join me. What is lacking in Kamikaze today is the number of the strong. If they join, it will not be possible to rebuild the forces that are equivalent to the past.

"Tell them. I don't intend to go back."

"I know how many times I've done this."

As Uchida goes out, Rysuke swings his sword for a moment and starts walking out of the building. Rysuke sighs as he looks at the person in each of his clothes on the street. There is no hope in this city.

'I want to get out of this city. I want to get out of this hellish goole.'

A person is not a living creature that can only be fulfilled by conscious sharks. He wants to do something meaningful. Japan is now completely rotten. Even though it was defeated by Korea, Japan is not alive now.

Korean fighters fight for their lives in Korea and in future proxies. They just have to spend a day like a frog trapped in a well like this.

'I hope it changes somehow.'

I also thought about rebuilding Camikaze with a crazy relative, but I didn't think that at all. Eventually, it returns to its original form. I can't do anything hoping for a new day to come. Just doing it means wielding a sword more every day and becoming a little stronger than you were yesterday.

If you go out every day like this, it's obvious that someday...

"Excuse me, can I talk to you for a second?"

"Story?"

"Yes, it's not a very long story. It'll only take a minute."

The man holding the staff and pressing the hood deeply and looking at the woman standing one step behind him, Rysuke looks at them for a moment and nods.

"Okay, so can we go to places where people are rare?"

"Of course. Oh, you're in the lead. I'll follow you."

The first time I met her on the street, Rysuke took her company with a suspicious person who didn't even see her face properly. It was a possible action because he was that confident in his skills. Even though the title of the Japanese First Sword has disappeared, its original skill does not go anywhere.

And as soon as he arrived in the alley, Ryoske pulled out his sword without hesitation.

"Let's get to the point. Who are you?"

The answer to that question was not a man, but a woman walking alongside him.

"I heard Ryosuke is one of the samurai who is resonant and considerate of the weak, but it's not necessarily the same thing, is it? I can't believe you're pointing your sword at the opponent who came here to do this."

"Hmph, is that woman Japanese? Don't try to fool me. I've already heard that this man is not Japanese."

Aren't you Japanese? It was ridiculous to think about it, but Rysuke was already convinced.

"I was going to tell you right away, but I didn't expect you to hear it like this. How did you notice?"

"I noticed the pronunciation was so bad. Are you more Korean than that?"

"Yes, it's a pleasure to meet you. Ryosuke, I..."

Spank!

The cheap hood is slightly cut out and the sword digs closer to the body. While stopping the movement and looking at the man who raised his hands slightly upwards, Rysuke squeezes his sword into his hand.

"Stop talking nonsense and take off the hood first. Don't you think we need to see each other's faces to talk? Oh, and don't move that woman over there. If you just eat my heart, I can cut your hand right off."

"Try it. If my hand is cut off, your body will explode at the same time."

"Yes? Can you do that even with your neck running away?"

"Shall we do it?"

"Enough! Yukiko, stay still! You said you wanted to see my face, right? Of course I have to show you. I don't want to show you."

Slowly lower your raised hand over your head, grasping the hood and turning it over as it is. The face of the man revealed was not unusual. It's not ugly, but it's not handsome, is it?

However, even in the presence of a sword on his neck, the sight of a single bunny smiling strangely caught my attention.

"What's your name?"

"It's called Hong Gil Dong."

A Korean would openly think it was a pseudonym, but Ryuke had no doubts. Even if I had doubts, I wouldn't even have a real name, so if I were to say my real name, I would have been able to move on.

"Yes, Hong Gil Dong. What brings the Koreans here? If you hear that you're Korean, you're going to get really rough."

"I'm here to make you an offer that will benefit Ryosuke."

"Most of the people who said that didn't have the right approach. I want to cut it like this, but.."

Bloop!

Looking at a woman named Yukiko, who looks at herself with a fireball as big as an adult's head, Rysuke kicks her tongue short and brings the sword back to her throat.

"Let's hear the story."

'The sword has entered the sword, but I am more shaken. More powerful than being elected? What a story. With more threats.'

But I had no choice but to think it through.

"Ryuke, don't you want revenge on the Koreans?"

Rysuke was suddenly embarrassed by the sound that he didn't even think of. What did this Hong Gil Dong guy say? Don't you want revenge on Korea? The Koreans? Rysuke remained silent for a while and opened his mouth after a little while.

"What are you talking about? You want to help me get revenge on Korea?"

"If you want, you can."

"Are you a pro or something?"

Koreans and Japanese admirers. I've heard stories about them before. I could easily understand it if I thought about it with a friendly hand without having to think about it too hard. Just as Japan has close friends who follow Korea and even want to be Korean, so too will Korea who want to be Japanese.

"That's not true. I am not a rapporteur. They're just ordinary Koreans."

"To tell you the truth, things are so embarrassing right now. Suddenly, the Koreans come to us, and the Koreans make suggestions that might harm their country."

"There's something wrong with that. I'm doing it for Korea in my own way. I had no intention of hiding or deceiving you anyway, so let me explain why I came into contact with you."

Ryosuke keeps his mouth shut without saying anything, and the road grips his fist with a serious expression.

"You know, if you look closely, the coalition that now governs the city is a completely rotten group. In the inter-city wars that had taken place a while ago, senior citizens had concealed items in order to survive, or committed a vicious act of forcefully oppressing people."

"You don't seem like the right group to do that."

"That's what I thought. But he was also a man who could not judge only from the outside. So we made a big decision. It's revolutionizing."

Revolution.

It's a good word to hear.

"It's a revolution to break the coalition's tyranny and bring the synagogue back to a healthy state. But that force is absolutely lacking in strength."

"So you want to borrow my power?"

"Yes, alliances."

"You're not using it?"

"You might think so. Either way, it's just a difference of perspective. But if you join the revolution and help us, we will treat Japan as a partner in an equal relationship, not a current inequality treaty, but a partner in the coming struggle."

I said that I could think of it as being used openly, but I lost faith. Rather than just patriots and some plotters, at least this man called Hong Gil Dong was quite selfish, so his belief went the opposite way.

I'm talking about breaking free tooth violence, but isn't this guy ambitious for power after all? It is rather unbelievable because he is a lowly person. However, Ryoske decided to ask one more question.

"Then why did you come to me? Besides me, there are a lot of Kenshin and other big guilds. I think it's better to go find them."

"I'm going to say this to Ryosuke, the Japanese, but to be honest with you, the Kamikazeguilds that Kenshin has, or other large guilds, are a little bit extreme cosmopolitan. I'm going to accept my request, but I certainly didn't think it would be possible to have a 'comparable' relationship with us once the power had been cut off."

No.

Turning back the sword that had been slightly pulled out of the sword, Rysuke looked at a man named Hong Gildong and a woman named Yukiko. These are people who showed up suddenly and made an endless offer. But..

"It wouldn't be bad to hear a story once. But keep in mind, I don't trust you completely yet. I'll blow your throat out if I see anything strange."

Based on the books on the waist dancing and the staff holding it, the job would be in the wizard family. You can cut your throat at any time by placing it only within the range of your screening. Looking at Ryuke, who speaks with one hand, Hong Gil Dong or Seonghun smiled and said with a slight slap.

"How much."