The Genius Martial Artist Who Remembers Everything Chapter 269

Their faces turned into expressions as if they had tasted feces.

I usually welcome new suggestions.

Even if I know all the information about the Mantong Bureau, Manseogo, and the Murim Alliance, there are bound to be things I don’t know, and there are also cases where others offer superior insights.

For example, he immediately accepted Jang Woo-jae’s suggestion that the delegation’s work should be divided.

The opinion that long-term stability should be pursued over immediate efficiency in the operation of the delegation.

It is true that when it comes to handling actual work, I can process it faster than them because I already know the answer.

Because the documents I prepared will be approved immediately, without the need for the process of exchanging paperwork with the Academic Affairs Office, the Education Office, and the Ministry of Communications.

However, the reason I divided the work without seeking extreme efficiency is that I wanted the delegation to function well even in my absence.

And as Jang Woo-jae said, the delegation is now being completed in a direction where it can operate stably even without me.

“Although I am open-minded like this, I absolutely detest those who scheme for their own benefit. After all, the fundamental reason the Murim Alliance collapsed in my previous life was their disgusting selfishness—the mindset that all that matters is their own well-being. For it was none other than our Sojeongdae of Baekranggak who suffered the humiliation of being pushed aside every time by the power struggles of the Nine Great Sects, the Five Great Clans, and the Twelve Peaks.”

I leaned toward Cheol-sun-jik.

Do you know why armed groups and merchant guilds maintain a system of top-down command?

“…….”

“That is because sometimes unjust orders can benefit the entire group. If the sect members do not listen to the sect leader, the sect will quickly disappear, and if the merchant guild’s servants act as they please, the guild will not be able to survive.”

“……

Murim Academy is different.

Cheol-sun-jik, who tries to assert his argument with ‘plausible’ words until the very end.

“Of course they are different. But essentially, they are the same. Even after graduating from the academy and being assigned to the Murim Alliance, will you still express the opinion that ‘a council is necessary’?”

The reason Cheol-sun-jik was able to hatch such a scheme must be because I looked like an easy target.

If a member of Shaolin, specifically Zhuge Zhengqi of the Zhuge family, had become the academy representative, he would not have recklessly plotted such a thing.

Because they have enough power to counterattack.

Because the support base is solid.

The reason they can shove a story that won’t work at all right under my nose is because they think my foundation is weak.

A human being who survives by strictly distinguishing between the strong and the weak, and only picking fights they can win.

And the best way to crush that kind of person is.

“If you are assigned to the Murim Alliance, you will likely assume a position of at least squad leader or deputy leader wherever you go. What will you do if your subordinate refuses your orders at that time, deeming them unjust?”

“If, after gathering the opinions of the members, the conclusion is reached that not fighting the enemy is in the best interest.”

It is precisely making them realize that I am an opponent they cannot defeat.

After looking around once, I asked Cheol-sun-jik a question.

Are you going to run away with the enemy right in front of you?

It will not be easy to answer.

No matter what answer is given, one will eventually be held back by the words one has already laid out.

You were speaking so eloquently just a moment ago, so why have you gone completely silent?

People in the martial arts world commonly think that the conversations of the Black Path are more intense than those of the White Path.

However, my thoughts are different after having completed a tour of the Black Alliance.

Sometimes, the rhetoric of the dark side is more cautious.

Of course, the guy who charges in without thinking starts by spewing profanities, but the others speak surprisingly cautiously.

Why is that?

Because the Black Sect always carries the risk of having their heads smashed.

I am careful with my words because a bloody battle could break out at any time.

On the other hand, white cards are relatively safe from the risk of getting their heads smashed.

No matter how much you mock and ridicule your opponent, unless it is a direct insult, it does not even serve as a justification to draw your sword.

That is why I made a decision.

Today, right here, I will instill in Cheol-sun-jik the fear that his head could be smashed.

It will make them realize the repercussions their words and actions will bring.

So that he can be careful when he opens his mouth again.

Make sure you don’t carelessly make me a scapegoat the next time you scheme.

I loosened my wrist.

“In that case, I suppose you and everyone gathered here don’t need to graduate from the academy. Go home, everyone, and form that council or whatever it is, and just keep debating until you die.”

“I will draft a document explaining the reasons for your resignation from the academy and send it to each sect. This is so that the excellent system you have devised can be applied immediately within each sect.”

At my words, people’s eyes lit up.

“What kind of rude thing is that!”

“No matter how much you are the student center representative, do you really think you could do such a thing!”

“I will not sit idly by……!”

bang!

“stop.”

Crunch

The table I lightly struck split in two.

The bundles of documents piled on top of it scatter onto the floor.

“W-what is this……!”

At my monstrous strength, the eyes of the self-proclaimed representative council members, including Cheol-sun-jik, shake violently.

Why do humans not think about the rudeness they have committed?

The answer to my long-standing curiosity appeared through them.

He does not consider what he did to be rude in the first place.

The audacity to think that it is acceptable for them to do it, but they shouldn’t be the ones suffering it.

Did you just say ‘that kind of thing’?

You have to grab them by the hair and shove their fault in their eyes for them to come to their senses.

You have to make them realize what they were trying to do before they will attempt to ‘think’.

“All the sects will be shocked. It is no different from declaring a challenge to the sect leader’s authority. At a minimum, it is an act of insubordination, and at a maximum, it is tantamount to an act of destroying the knights.”

Just like how you only start watching your words after getting your head smashed in once.

As I raised my hand, everyone twitched their necks like turtles in unison and assumed a defensive posture.

“Fuck, but are you telling me to introduce that kind of shitty stuff?”

He spat out profanities, but no one objected.

Of course, they are indignant with shame, but since that insult was also their own fault in the first place.

I leaned lazily against the back of the chair.

“Now that you understand, please leave. As you can see, I am busy.”

A heavy silence fills the room.

The delegation members who were working also stood there with their mouths agape, as if stunned by what I said.

The first to move was Volcano’s disciple.

Then, starting with the disciples of the Jegal family, people move one after another.

Cheol-sun-jik, who remained until the end.

“Why, what? Oh, do you want to become like that table?”

As I gestured with my chin toward the table broken in two, he shook his head and walked toward the door.

Cheol-sun-jik will probably use his characteristic eloquence to appease those who came with him after leaving the delegation.

And I’ll probably keep using it as a long-term piece.

I am not a person with enough character to just sit by and watch something like this.

“If you act thoughtlessly, you will be dragged along by such a swindler, causing not only your own honor but also the honor of your sect to hit rock bottom. Look at it now. Cheol Sun-jik may have started this whole plan, but you are the ones bearing the brunt of the blame. Remember today.”

At my words, those who were leaving looked at Cheol-sun-jik one by one, then snapped around and left the office.

Cheol-sun-jik, standing all alone in front of the door, glared at me as if he wanted to kill me.

“Representative Jin, do you think you have won the war just because you won one battle?”

I snorted.

Did you come here thinking of this as a showdown from the very beginning?

I see how petty you looked down on me.

You will definitely regret what happened today.

I nodded.

“There is probably no one who has experienced as much regret as I have. I am not as fragile as you think, so please do not worry for no reason.”

Cheol-sun-jik turned around abruptly and walked out as if he couldn’t reason with anyone.

“Brother, are you sure this is alright? To insult me ​​like this………”

Eun-ho, who knows Cheol-sun-jik’s scheme, asks worriedly.

I spat it out at him.

“What are you going to do if it’s not okay?”

“yes?”

“Didn’t I tell you? As long as we move forward, those guys holding us back will appear endlessly. Do you want us to stop right where we are because of people like them?”

“no.”

I patted Eunho on the shoulder.

“In that case, you don’t need to worry too much either. If anyone dares to challenge me, I can just smash their head in whenever necessary.”

Senior Brother. No, Mr. Representative.

“huh?”

“Even so, how could you threaten to smash someone’s head in openly in front of people?”

When I glanced around, the friendly stares that had been there until now had vanished without a trace, replaced by eyes filled only with disdain.

I looked at the split table and the door Cheol-sun-jik had gone out through once each.

Anyway, I told you he’s a useless human being. As the semester came to an end, Manseo High School was empty.

The students who no longer had to prepare for the written exam were preparing for the final remaining practical exam, the practical strategy and tactics evaluation.

Those who received a Grade A evaluation train about once every five days.

Those who received a Grade B evaluation train about once every three days.

Those who received a C rating do so once every two days.

Those who received a ‘Ding’ evaluation practice at least once a day.

Then, what happens to those who received a ‘Mu’ rating?

“I visit the training grounds more than twice a day and swing my weapon to death. With three ‘Mu’ ratings, I have no right to rest.” A certain Geumpyo was at the training grounds constantly, except for meal times.

Even though it was winter weather where my breath turned white, my whole body was drenched in sweat so I didn’t feel the cold, and if I rested for even a moment, anxiety would overwhelm me and I couldn’t bear it.

And in the training grounds, students in plights like those of the forbidden were often seen.

The first dropout will probably emerge from among them.

The dropouts who have to leave the academy of their own accord, which they had entered with such difficulty.

Although it is said to be a mere penny in number, no one would want to go inside it.

“Failing to get into the Murim Academy would be a more humiliating experience than failing to get admitted.” “This is driving me crazy.” Seong Moran, who had been training with me for the past few days, moved to a private training ground after gaining some realization from the Pasan Sword Technique.

If she can properly organize that realization and apply it to her martial arts before the practical evaluation, Seong Moran won’t be among the dropouts.

That is why Geumpyo became even more anxious.

“Huff! Huff!”

I swing the sword again and again until I am out of breath and on the verge of bursting, but

A fortunate opportunity like the Virgin Mary does not come.

More than the anxiety of leaving his two younger brothers and fellow disciples behind at the Murim Academy, the impatience of being unable to chase after them was slowly gnawing away at Geumpyo’s heart.

“Hey, Lord Geumpyo!”

The hateful senior brother had been calling him ‘Geumpyo-gong’ for the past few days.

Is it said that the person in charge of the Mu (戊) evaluation who fell behind at the academy was not a disciple of Taeeulmun?

“Phew…….”

“Lord Geumpyo. You seem to have a lot on your mind.”

“What is the matter?”

“Ah, did I interrupt ‘someone else’s’ training?”

Do you really have to go that far to provoke someone to feel satisfied?

How could someone with such a personality hold the position of student council representative…

Geumpyo murmured softly, without even thinking to wipe away the drops of sweat that had frozen like frost.

Senior Brother.

“Huh? Why do you call me Senior Brother?”

“If you intend to disturb me, please leave. I am not in the mood.”

“Tsk tsk, a man slumped over just because he got a few ‘Mu’ evaluations.”

dump.

Jin So-un suddenly spreads something blunt as a mat and sits on the floor.

Is he trying to make fun of me now that he’s even settled in?

Geumpyo poured out all the sorrow he had been holding back.

Didn’t you mock me as if the world had collapsed just because I received a ‘Mu’ rating!

Of course he deserves to be teased. Only a turtle head would get a score like that.

Geumpyo felt something welling up inside his chest.

I couldn’t bring myself to ask my younger brothers and senior sister, but couldn’t I at least offer them some comfort as the eldest brother?

But, but that fellow Senior Brother… …!

Do you think I’m being too harsh?

“……!”

The burden and hurt I’ve felt until now strike my throat, and tears begin to well up in my eyes.

Geumpyo gritted his teeth in shame and tried to hide the tears streaming down his face.

“I don’t want to fall behind here either. I want to walk the same path as you, Senior Brother. But…”

I tried desperately and tried again.

After realizing that I lacked talent compared to my younger siblings, I worked even harder.

He devoted himself to training, saving time on sleep and even cutting back on meals.

But the result was ultimately failure.

Geumpyo did not possess the luck that Seongmoran had, nor the talents that his younger siblings had, or anything of the sort.

And the ordinary person was bound to keenly realize their own darkness and despair in the face of a brilliantly shining genius.

“But… I just can’t keep up. I want to… but I’m scared that I’ll be left all alone.”

The tears I had barely managed to hold back finally fall.

The path of tears, having opened up, sheds tears ceaselessly like a small stream.

“Ugh… I don’t want to be left alone. I want to go, h-, with you too.”

“Tsk tsk. Swinging your sword with such an impatient mind is why your head isn’t working properly.”

“Ugh… Yes?”

Jin So-un clicks his tongue in disapproval and asks.

“What is our final practical evaluation?”

Strategic and tactical evaluation.

“How will that proceed?”

Three armies

Divide into these platoons and move to capture each other’s flags and occupy positions.

“Then what does it mean to receive a good evaluation within that?”

It is to ensure the platoon survives, build up the unit, and secure the position.

“Don’t you still understand?”

“What do you mean?”

Jin So-un let out a sigh and shook his head.

“Do you think your brothers or senior brothers won’t put you in the platoon?”

Geumpyo opened his mouth blankly, unable to even think about wiping away the tear stains.

“Look at the bigger picture. If you remain trapped in such a shortsighted view, how could you grasp a passing realization, even if one were to come?”

“B-but… wouldn’t I be a burden if I went in?”

Jin So-un clicked his tongue again.

“Tsk. Let me ask you something. Why do you think your swordsmanship isn’t as sharp as Dong-ryong’s?”

That’s because Dong-ryong was born with natural talent.

“Then, when the four of them, including Saryeon, form the White Tiger Sword Formation, why does Eunho become the axis of the formation?”

It is because Eunho sees the big picture well.

“What do you do every time that happens?”

“Uh, as for me, swinging the sword at the very front….”

Jin So-un nodded.

That’s it.

“The reason your sword is not aggressive, and the reason defensive and defensive movements are ingrained in your body.”

The senior disciple’s voice flew toward Geumpyo, who was wearing a puzzled expression.

It is because you are instinctively protecting your younger sibling and Geomjin.

Jin So-un stood up from his seat and drew the Black Dragon Sword.

Typically, when Taeeulmun disciples perform the Socheon Sword Technique, they swing their swords with the feeling that they are piercing through the opponent’s spine.

Whoosh.

“This is the ‘one-flash.’ But you instinctively stop near the solar plexus. Thinking there isn’t enough time to go all the way down to the spine and come back, you return quickly out of impatience to execute the next move.”

Geumpyo’s face turned pale.

practice for a warrior

How scary that was.

Once it is misheard, it is extremely difficult to fix.

As if the road ahead wasn’t long enough enough, to think I’ve even picked up bad habits…

Geumpyo felt as if the world were collapsing around him.

“Um, am I doomed?”

I’m not even skilled enough…… bad habits

Shouldn’t we change that too?

Jin So-un let out a sigh of genuine disbelief.

“Why bother changing it? You won’t be able to attack any more boldly compared to Dong-ryong anyway. As long as you are with Dong-ryong, your swordsmanship won’t become any more aggressive.”

Who would be happy to hear that there is absolutely no possibility of further development?

Geumpyo’s expression grew even darker.

When my heart was deeply pierced by the hateful words of my senior disciple, and blood gushed out.

“instead.”

Senior Brother’s words continue.

All you have to do is develop that further.

Jin So-un took out what he had been sitting on and held it out.

“What is this?”

bad habits

It’s an item that will prevent it from going wrong.

Geumpyo stared down at the object Jin So-un held out.

“Is it a shield?”

“If protecting someone during the checkup has become second nature to you anyway, then take on the role of blocking them in earnest.”

“Do you still have a resistance to the shield?”

Geumpyo shook his head.

Had it not been for the shield Senior Brother gave me during the last regular exam, wouldn’t I have nearly lost my life several times?

Since then, everyone’s resistance to the health shield has disappeared.

Jin So-un got up.

“If you’re going to hold a shield anyway, hold it properly. A shield that protects your brothers and fellow disciples.”

Then, he firmly places the shield in Geumpyo’s hand.

“Go forth and become the strongest shield protecting the Taeeulmun.”

Every single word the Senior Brother spoke pierced my heart.

Jin So-un’s unwavering gaze rests on Geum-pyo’s face.

“Within your solid shield, your brothers will swing their swords for you at any time.”

The sense of despair that he would be left behind vanishes in an instant.

The face of my senior brother, shining brilliantly with genius, and the faces of my younger brothers and comrades no longer feel distant.

You don’t need to be as good with a sword as Dongryong, nor as smart as Eunho.

While I protect them, the brothers will take care of the enemies.

It felt like he had finally found his role, his place.

I look once again at the shield handed to me by the senior disciple.

When I brushed away the thick layer of dust, a clear image of a goblin was revealed.

An elegant antique beauty can be felt in an object that was thought to be merely an old antique.

While Geumpyo was engrossed in a painting of a goblin, he heard the voice of his senior brother in his ears.

“Geumgangpae. It is a sacred object said to ward off all evil.”

His voice creates gentle ripples in Geumpyo’s chest.

“A shield that blocks…… all malice…….”

Geumpyo, who keeps muttering the same words as if it were his mission.

My heart, which had been pounding anxiously, settled down heavily and firmly.

“A shield to protect everyone…….”

Geumpyo’s voice rang out quietly and heavily.