How a Former Pro Takes Advantage by Doing an Easy Job

Chapter 504. Rest, and omen (4) I don't know why, but I heard the commotion and judged that something had happened, so I intervened.

However, the knights soon put on a bewildered expression.

“....this. It's too hot, tsk tsk. Like stupid things.”

A gray-haired man stood casually at the table where they had been having a meeting just a moment ago.

How the hell did he get here, who is he, and why is he doing that?

A number of questions began to run through everyone's heads.

Looking down at them, the white-haired man, Hariel, snorted as if laughing.

“First of all, there are a lot of them. cluttered.”

He gestured toward the knights who leisurely approached.

“You guys! What now...

“Enough. go away.”

The knights tried to get angry at his arrogant attitude, but for some reason no one swung a sword at him.

” good.”

As his words echoed quietly, the knights put their swords back and silently retreated from the spot.

The envoys couldn't help but be perplexed.

“What! Why are you listening to someone like this!”

“It is useless. They won't be able to hear it now.”

“What?”

“It is a simple suggestion using voice.

It's not a big deal, so there's nothing to be interested in. They won't even remember, so don't worry about it.”

Having used the strange power that made many knights retreat, he snorted as if even that was insignificant and glanced at the envoys.

“Wait... what the heck are you... that's right!

Arele Ernesia! Is he the one who sent it!”

“Hmm?”

“I heard that there are many people with bizarre abilities and skills! Are you also the one he sent!”

Apparently, they misunderstood in the wrong direction.

“I don’t know how I found out about this place! This place is never like that...

Heriel narrowed his eyes as he watched Srefen suddenly start making excuses.

“I need to clear up that misunderstanding.”

“A misunderstanding…

” “Let me clarify one thing first. I am not on the side of Arell Ernesia.

rather.”

he smiles slightly

“I am the enemy of that arrogant man.”

His eye smile was clearly imprinted in the eyes of the envoys.

It's like, ‘You guys do too, right?' Doesn't it sound like an interrogation?

None of them could deny or back down.

Or rather, aren't they even making faces as if they were expecting what he would say next?

And, as if to repay that expectation, Harial continued his words.

“And I have come to suggest to you how to drive him, who is also an enemy to you.”

At that moment, the envoys sit down without saying anything.

Accepting the meaning, Harial just looked down at the pitiful humans as if they were relaxed and regretful.

“Then why don’t you talk? I need a way to keep your enemies in check.”

A soldier recalls

It's the distant past... Not just time is the distant past, but it's part of an old memory that goes back even the world.

The boy was in the middle of training right now.

As instructed by the teacher, the boy trains himself by overexerting himself without rest.

The training given by the teacher was never easy.

All the training is so harsh that even the adults become concerned about the boy when they hear the contents of the training he has instructed.

On the first day, the skin on both the knuckles and feet were all sore.

Not once or twice have I fainted because I couldn't hold on.

And yet, the boy never once complained.

Even though I fainted, I never said I couldn't do it.

However, unlike the will, the body is always honest.

In the end, the boy, who couldn't hold on to his physical strength, sat down and stretched out.

Once stretched, the force does not enter.

Eventually, the boy gave up trying to force himself up and let out the breath he had been holding back.

“Ha ha... ha...

barely breathing out his rising breath and constantly asking for air.

After breathing like that for a while, I barely breathe.

Even so, the body that has been stretched once does not listen to words.

After overexerting your body, you can only feel the unique languor and heat.

“…It’s pitiful.”

That's what I said when I looked back on myself.

Still unable to keep up with the training instructed by the teacher and stretched out.

Putting aside his own pathetic feelings, he has no face raising his head to his teacher.

The boy's teacher is the owner of the Daesanghoe known in this area.

Appearing like the wind, he started out as a small stall and suddenly took over the commercial district in the area, but in just 5 years, he grew into the owner of a grand event that even kicked the ass of an official in the area.

If you explain it like that, you might be misunderstood as a merchant, but he was a wise man who even mastered other fields.

A master who mastered not only business but also martial arts.

As such, the boy desperately begged him to accept him as a disciple.

At first it was half-desperate.

In a poor village.. As an orphan, the boy who lived like a child with few had no hope of living afterwards unless a person of that level rescued him.

At that time, I happened to see him walking along the nearby road, and I hung on halfway in desperation.

bow down in front of him

‘Please accept me as a disciple! I'll do anything if you accept it! I'll do anything!'

He complained of breaking his neck.

The adults who were escorting him tried to drive him out, shouting harsh sounds as if the boy was getting in the way.

For some reason, the owner of the shop stopped them for a while and then walked out and looked down at the boy.

At first, ‘maybe?' He wanted to, but the boy soon gave up hope when he saw his cruel and cold-hearted gaze, as if he were appraising things.

can't accept

Well, that would be natural.

Even in the opposite position, a scruffy child suddenly jumped out of sight.

But the boy flinched at the word that came out of his mouth.

‘Okay, follow me.'

‘???? yes?'

‘I told him to follow me.'

After he shouted that, he simply said to the other adults, ‘Take care of that kid,' and then turned his back.

Everyone looked at the scene in awe.

When the boy replied that he really did accept him as a disciple, the boy gaped as well as the other adults.

That was almost half a year ago.

And now the boy is rolling around the training ground exhausted like this.

He really took the boy as a disciple and said,

‘But... only because of this...

can't the one who is taught at all follow?

The boy clenched his fists in anger.

Doesn't he just become this?

Perhaps because of that sense of self-doubt, I feel even more languid.

The time when I reflected on myself and reflected that I would be whipped more.

He heard someone's voice from his bedside.

“Little Shen! Is the training going well?”

The man who called the boy a kid.

Right now, he is the teacher of this boy, Shen, and the owner of the store that took him in.

“Mr. Seo?!”

Shen is startled and tries to pull himself up, but he doesn't move.

The teacher shook his head and told him to stay still, pressing his head gently.

“It seems pretty unreasonable. The body does not move automatically to supplement the lack of energy. Be quiet now.”

“…Yes sir.”

At his admonition, Shen eventually gives up trying to get up, stretches himself out again, and lies down.

“Tsk tsk. Why did you work so hard?”

“I just followed the teacher’s training.”

“....It did. I must have said that.”

For some reason he was speechless.

Have you ever been disappointed?

The boy was inwardly anxious.

“I really thought you would do this.”

However, the only thing that came out of the teacher's mouth was a strange muttering.

“….It’s embarrassing.”

“???? yes?”

Let's open our eyes wide in a daze and look up.

In the end, the master scratched his cheek once and sat down on the spot.

It was probably an act that was far from the dignity of a master as a master, or perhaps to make eye contact with a disciple to some extent.

He sighed, wondering what the hell was bothering him, and continued.

“Don’t tell me right now. I gave instructions on the condition that you give up this practice.”

“What… do you mean, sir?”

Shen felt uneasy again.

Could it be that he had no intention of accepting them as disciples? Are you going to reveal it now?

The master soon realized that he was misunderstanding something, and once again nailed it.

“Again, I was thinking of accepting you as a disciple. And not because of sympathy. I just judged that you have that level of quality. Would you have said that before?”

“Then, what do you mean by what you just said…

what the hell…?”

“…Because of your qualities.”

After thinking about it for a while, the master confessed:

“Your qualities are excellent.”

“…I don’t know who said that.”

The problem is that I don't think so at all.

What kind of qualities are you talking about when you can't follow the training given by your teacher?

“It's not like that. No, this is what I'm curious about again. Little Shen you...

Master looked around once more and sighed.

“you. Did you really think you would do this exercise perfectly?”

Their surroundings were, in a word, miserable.

It's a wooden board made to practice hitting, and the slate has already been smashed beyond recognition.

After that, all the things that I was told to use in each training session in turn were smashed.

Even a rock the size of a house has been shattered.

The teacher said, ‘A repair cost estimate would be worth seeing.' while shaking his head.

“...It's hard to think of it as a trace of a little boy training.”

“Everything the teacher told me to do.”

So I broke it hard.

Breaking trees, breaking stones, breaking rocks the size of houses.

The whole area was overthrown.

“I didn’t really think I could pull it off.”

So I can't understand what that means.

I did it because I was told to do it, but what did I do wrong?

“It means that I didn’t have to force myself to do it that much… No, normally I wouldn’t be able to do it like this.”

“I can not understand.”

“Because of your qualities, I wanted to make the limits clear from the beginning.”

I was going to show you the wall and give you a full-fledged lesson from when it gets blocked.

The master said the original plan.

“But this… I see! It's an obsession. I overlooked it.”

The reason this boy was able to accomplish such an unreasonable task was because he had a passion beyond ordinary tenacity.

The reason this boy begged him to be accepted as a disciple was that he had no other hope.

was to get it.

The teacher miscalculated that attachment for a moment.

Soon he regretted it.

“...First, I tried to make you feel limited and frustrated, and then pretended to be proud, but tsk.”

It's muttering something, but it must have a deep meaning.

“teacher? Then what about me?”

“Okay. First of all, I'll take a break for a while and then I'll give you a full-fledged lesson.... Don't worry. Now that I understand your obsession, I will teach you in a way that suits you.”

So, rest first.

The master said so and stood up.

As he was about to leave first, he stopped for a moment and looked back at his pupil.

“Even so, I must give you one piece of advice.”