Sword Fanatic Wanders Through The Night

As he recited the most commonly ordered food in this place, Do-gon raised his head.

 

“…Have you been here before?”

 

While looking at Dugon, Jinsohan deliberately spoke in banmal (informal language).

 

“I’ve been here before.”

 

“Oh… I see.”

 

What caught Dugon’s eye at that moment was Jinsohan’s strange sword.
But even the sword was completely black.
Dugon’s expression shook.

 

“Oh, this is going to be trouble.”

 

Dugon asked urgently, trying to control his expression.

 

“Oh, um… You don’t drink, do you?”

 

Jinsohan shook his head, and Dugon quickly turned around.

 

“Okay, then I’ll prepare it.”

 

Dugon sighed briefly, knowing that a fight was imminent, and headed for the kitchen.

 

“Well, that’s the end of business today.”

*****

 

As soon as Do-gon entered the kitchen, a middle-aged man from the guesthouse asked Jin-sohan.

 

“You’re dark overall.
Your knife sheath is black, and your gloves are also black.
Clearly, you’re from outside.”

 

Jin-sohan retorted while looking at the middle-aged man with a red face from drinking.

 

“As you can see, I’m dark.”

 

“Hehe… this young man’s way of speaking… It’s like the way they talk in a martial arts world.
So, which world are you from? Seomun? Dokgo?”

 

“Hahaha…”

 

As laughter erupted from the surroundings, the middle-aged man continued to speak, as if teaching Jin-sohan while looking at him with a stern gaze.

 

“Here, we accept black as a challenge itself.
It’s a story that’s well known outside, didn’t you know?”

 

Jin-sohan looked into the middle-aged man’s eyes and replied.

 

“It’s not that I didn’t know, but I just forgot.
However, I only have one set of clothes, so I can’t help it.
Please understand.
I have no intention of causing trouble…”

 

From Jinsohan’s mouth came another falsehood, but her face was adorned with a fluttering smile.
Didn’t they say you can’t spit on a smiling face? Furthermore, as the handsome young man with a cool smile, who was rarely seen in Seoheungro, grinned, it was the customers in the tavern who became awkward.
Some even guessed that Jinsohan might be a master and kept their mouths shut.

 

However, the middle-aged man had no intention of stopping his argument.

 

“Everyone here only has one outfit.
Shouldn’t you choose your colors more carefully? Fortunately, the uniform is white.
Let’s start by taking off that jacket and see.”

 

Jinsohan continued to smile, ignoring the middle-aged man’s argument.

 

“This is the outfit my master gave me.
I can’t just take it off.”

 

The middle-aged man, who thought there might be something behind the word “master,” took a step back and said,

 

“What’s going on here? We don’t give weapons to outsiders.
It would be better to go back before daylight.
If you walk around in that brand new outfit, a knife will pop out every time you pass an alley.”

 

“Weapons?”

 

This is a common occurrence in the Black Market.
When a faction wants to blatantly crush a certain place, they hire people like this.

 

Jin Sohan replied calmly, 

 

“I didn’t come here for an ambush.
Actually, this is my hometown.
I came back after a long time.”

 

“If it’s been a long time?”

 

“About 12 years…”

 

“That’s quite a long time.”

 

The middle-aged man looked at the man next to him and asked, “Back then, the Black Market was also prohibited, right?”

 

“That’s right.”

 

The middle-aged man looked back at Jin Sohan and asked,

“The entire Seoheukro is not a hometown.
Where are you talking about if you say hometown?”

 

Jin Sohan pointed outside the inn with his finger.

 

“I was born across from the Gedu Inn.”

 

The middle-aged man replied with a laugh, “Ah… so you’re from the Wol Ya Roo?”

 

At the man’s words, the people burst into laughter.

 

“Ha ha ha.”

 

“Ha ha ha ha ha.”

 

Being the child of a beggar meant that a fight was not an unusual situation.
However, whenever Jin Sohan looked around, the laughter subsided one after another.
Then, one quick-witted man carefully stood up, threw a few words to Dokgon, saying he had enjoyed his meal, and left with a thud as the door opened.

 

At that moment, the atmosphere was strangely subdued.

 

But Jin Sohan was still calm.
Instead, he remembered the words of the leader of the Poisonous Horse Gang.

 

“The tongue is the problem.
If you mix a pinch of paralysis powder made from the skin of a thick toad with a little bit of tea, it will start to harden from the tongue to the internal organs…”

Translated to English:

 

The words of the toxic horse sage were ringing in Jinsohan’s ears.
What could be the reason for thinking of the sage’s words even after coming all the way here?

 

Jinsohan spoke, trying to push thoughts of the sage out of his mind. 

 

“The current location of Wol-ya-ru used to be the Hyun-wol Sword and Dance Troupe.”

 

The middle-aged man’s expression changed in surprise.

 

 “What? Hyun-wol Sword and Dance Troupe? Oh, you mean the Hyun-wol Dance Troupe.”

 

Jinsohan corrected him with a stern expression. 

 

“Hyun-wol Sword and Dance Troupe.”

 

The man shrugged his shoulders.

 

 “Well, whatever.
You remember the sword and dance troupe… It seems like you’re still quite young.
Oh, it’s been a long time since I’ve heard that name.
Do you all remember?” 

 

His companions nodded their heads.

“Why can’t you remember?”

 

“It’s a place I miss.
I think about it from time to time.
Hehehe.”

 

Jin So-han didn’t miss the expressions of those who called themselves Muheedan.
It was an expression of nostalgia, or perhaps of resentment and greed.
Jin So-han looked at the forty men who had come to him and asked, 

 

“Do you know about the Sword Dance Troupe?”

 

The middle-aged man nodded vigorously.

 

 “Do I know… I miss it.
I long for it!”

 

The middle-aged man’s expression was full of longing.
Recognizing this, Jin So-han quietly stood up and pointed to the table opposite him, saying, 

 

“Good.
I’ll treat you to a drink.”