"Damn, you are a child!
"Oh, my God, let it go."
Merchants not as good as local lords, but living in quite wealthy and large mansions.
In that house, a totally unusual sight had taken place.
I mean, he was a loud mother, whispering to her son who wouldn't help him with his job.
"You think I don't know anything?! That you're spreading coins around the neighborhood chimps!
"I hope not!
"It won't be the money you earned! If you used it that way, it would be gone soon!
Perhaps, no matter what anyone thought, the mother's opinion was decent.
My son just looks big, splashing his money on the lower bitch with the money from the house without working at all.
There's no way I can make a decent objection to my son like that.
"Ugh! That's okay! I'm gonna be great, too, and I'm gonna contribute to this house. Hey!
But towards an idiot, you're an idiot, and there's no way an idiot can fit in.
Oh, do it. If everyone moves like that after you instruct them to do it, they don't need a police officer or a tax collector.
"Say that... there's no way I can do that to you. If that's the case, I need to be trained so I can go to the lord..."
"You don't have to do that! You know, all of a sudden I'm talking about the guys who were straight and became martial arts guides!
If my son had the only basis to argue, that was that there was a precedent.
It is the story of the eldest son of another house, a little different in age but not significantly different from his current son, decorating his hometown with brocade.
There was a similar guy, so I could be that myself. He was basing himself on something that was cheap but hard to deny.
"You... you don't know anything."
Exaggerated, sighing mother when frightened.
There was even pity in that expression.
"Okay? What kind of merchant do you think makes the most money? There will be people who have succeeded in what no one has ever succeeded in."
Stand up with one of your strengths, there are really many who aspire to it, but there is really a handful of things that succeed.
"So, merchants who think they can make a lot of money if they do the same thing as people who succeed are determined to lose a lot. Successful merchants and failed merchants are doing the same thing. The difference is luck."
It sounds like an insult, but I was brutally out of words that we would also admit.
Yes, they and their comrades, and reckless people holding 'the big ones' and being impotent, don't make a big difference in what they're doing themselves.
"So you're saying I don't have any luck?!
"Why are you trying your luck! It will be your job to set this house up!
As a matter of course if you try to be my son, this merchant is also classified as midstream within this country, living at least above the 'one mountain hit merchant'.
It's extremely objective, and it's not a wasted adventure.
"I have talent! I have the sword, the magic, the power I pulled out!
"So what! Study more than that! Why did you become such a child!
What a cruel thing, even if it was a world with swords and magic, what merchants required was sociability and study. It was more obvious than to see the fire that it did not suit the preferences of the young men.
"Even if the sword is strong and the magic can be used! You won't have a choice if you incline your business!
Naturally, in a way, whether the sword is awesome or the magic is awesome, it's not so different from being tall, having a good face, being good at instruments and being good at painting.
Either they are successful in business or their parents are doing big business, or they get a higher rating from the surroundings.
"Even you, by and large, are not admired by your surroundings because you are strong! Guess it's because you're spreading money that you didn't even earn yourself!
If you're eating good food from your childhood and you've been taught so much about swords and magic, you can just be strong with so much qualities.
Whether or not it reaches the top of the line is another story.
"If you want to look big around you, be successful in business!
"Ugh!
Both are conclusive and yelling, so it's not like we're in a conversation.
"The point is, you just have to let the world know I'm strong. That way, I think even the martial arts guide is a" trump card ", but not yet!
"Are you... are you sure you want to mess something up at the next party?
"Come on, I don't know......!
Meaninglessly, make him laugh with inclusion, son.
In those eyes, ambition was burning.
"Hey, say it from you too!
To his father, who spoke nothing like air, his mother had asked for his opinion.
I usually ask the Lord of this House for his opinion, which I should strongly say with myself.
"… there are rumors that this party is not just about merchants, but about lords visiting informally"
"Well, that's awesome!
"If you lose, you'll be damned."
"We're gonna win!
No longer, I'm not even hiding my temper to fight.
The son was calmly ordained by his father.
"... this is all, remember. Without honor in your battle, I will trump you. I'll adopt you and kick you out of this house. Legally."
I didn't tell you to win or lose.
He was just telling me not to be outrageous.
Last call, I guess I could have said.
"Honor? What are you doing stupid! It would be awesome to win!
"Right... you're right"
"The one who wins and wins and wins is the strongest! I will be... the symbol of Sopede's warfare, on the trump card!
That's fine if you win, which was quite fair in business.
In a sense, the number of manoeuvres is also not required for commerce.
"... it's your limit to think you can be a trump card just by winning"
"What?!
"Well at best try working wickedness in vain, you just have to grieve at the difference in instrumentality"
When I looked into his eyes, there was something cold for both mother and son.
There was a denial that came not from passion, but from giving up.
You're worthless, and you certainly have the right gaze.
"... just kidding!
My son, who was hurt in self-esteem, leaves before his parents.
The mother, who could only shut up and drop off the son, was screaming at her father.
"Are you... okay?
"I don't care, I'm not going to fall for boulders"
"That's not what I meant..."
"Are we talking about if my crappy bad wits succeed?
Yes, my son is subtly mistaken, but it depends on the circumstances that you can use any means to win.
On the occasion of the party, suppose to have beaten the martial arts guide by absurd means at a gathering of merchants.
Sure, the other person would be a great disgrace, but that would mean disgracing the Sopeds and the Lords.
So, my son is just stupid, and there's no way he can get away with it.
"... don't worry, it won't happen"
"How can you say that?
"... what I regret so much is that I didn't take you to the King's Capital"
The master of this house was on his way to Wang Capital about a year ago. At that time my son also wished to accompany him, but he did not take his son, who was still very much the same as he is now.
Instead of entertainment, he went to Wangdu for business talks, and he went to a school near Wangdu in a relationship.
The school director had set up a seat to watch the archaeology of the mountain waters.
He watched as he paid a little change and drank food and booze, but saw the awesomeness of a child-faced sword saint.
"If you look at me, if I'm wrong, it's not like I'm going to be a trump card."
"But it's not him, it's that dra son, right?
"I actually saw where that dra son is a disciple of Sansui"
Exactly, I was looking at it wrong.
He was the famous Dra son there, the man who wasn't supposed to be any different from his own son.
"Don't worry so much, it's your son who's going to be ashamed"
"But... what kind of idiot would my son..."
"I know how you feel. But it's just a stepping stone. You can't even get hurt."
In the end, he tried. He left his house and was exposed to the ravages of the world, and at the end of the day became a user enough to be recognized by The Sword Saint of the Child's Face.
A man who hasn't changed anything was convinced there was no way he could fathom it.
"Damn it!"
My son, who had fled from before his parents, had managed to restore his wounded self-esteem.
"Though I'm sure he's no different than me, Dra son!
Now in this region, there are rumors about the five people who have become.
Hearing the rumor, he wanted to take his place.
Nothing, just that I want to be rumored.
Honor, fame. I dream of a moment when a voice that hits someone becomes a voice that hits me.
"The point is, you can win! If you win, I'm the strongest!
He was unwilling to pick his hand to win.
If you win, everything will be justified, believe me that and I don't doubt it.
Whatever means were used, I believed that even winning would follow honor, fame and praise.
"I'll win..."
Make sure to kick down a successful person and show them at all costs.
He didn't know that was the harm of the competitive doctrine that Soped feared.