Chapter 82 – The Blade of Demons (5)
Seo-joon, who became a heavenly lord, started his activities in various ways.
The first was to raise his reputation. Originally, in order to do big things, that kind of reputation was necessary.
Seojun hunted goblins wherever he could.
No matter how many he catches, he becomes a state and in just over a month he has caught up with the scores of other states.
What was their expression at that time?
‘The expression was half Raum, half looking pitiful.’
Among those who join the Ghost Slaughter Corps, most of them have been victimized by goblins.
Maybe that’s why, it seemed that Seo-joon lost his family or lover to the goblins and saw them beat and kill them out of anger.
‘Well, how is it?’
He doesn’t care how you look at it, as long as it doesn’t hurt him.
He hunted diligently, and Hahyun’s goblin also picked off both heads.
Of course, I also did a lot of good works in my spare time. At least to the point where he won’t be disturbed by political quality from an internal enemy.
While spending such a busy day, he met a welcome face.
“Meet the Lord.”
A girl with a fox mask on her head knelt down.
Seeing this, Seo-jun smiled bitterly and held out his hand.
“Makomo. It doesn’t have to be between us. Come on, grab it and get up.”
“… Huh.”
Looking at her, she cautiously grabbed his hand and stood up. From her point of view, it was a bit difficult to approach Seo-joon.
Even though he was in sync with himself, it wasn’t enough that he became the main one in just one month, and his prestige of slaughtering goblins with tremendous skill seemed to be a little disrespectful because he was proud of himself even within the demon slaughter squad.
But when I met Seo-joon today, I felt at ease after realizing that he was no different from before.
This was also due to his pheromone properties.
“How have you been doing?”
“Huh. Jun also seems to have gotten along very well.”
“Well, yes. Let’s talk about how he’s been so far.”
The two went to a quiet place.
Then we had a long, light chat.
“You said what the big goblin said to Urokodaki-san or something?”
“… Huh. Originally, I didn’t intend to tell you. Urokodaki-san will be sad.”
“Then why did you say that?”
“… I really wanted to let Urokodaki-san know. The dead children are not your responsibility.”
Seojun scratched his cheek.
To be honest, it was a bit vague to say it was his fault.
No, who would have known that there would be goblins who survived 40 years in it? It’s clear that Grandpa Urokodaki didn’t know this even when he came.
‘It’s a really stupid organization.’
While he became the principal and built his reputation, he got a rough idea of how the organization worked.
To be honest, it was surprising that it was still maintained. Because Seo-Jun was also tongue-in-cheek at how hard-fought he was working.
Just look at the case of that hand goblin.
The Demon Slayer side periodically handles the goblins in the mountain… No, at least it wouldn’t have happened if they had been on patrol.
However, not doing so killed a lot of talented people.
Even so, I hated seeing them whining about the lack of talent.
‘That’s why they’re reorganizing.’
He was currently working behind the scenes.
It will be possible to successfully reorganize the organization in a not too long time.
‘Of course, I have to be on my side that much, but.’
At least Dangju thought he was on his side.
Catching goblins is important, but he cares about his comrades to the extent that he memorizes the names of all the ghosts killed so far, so there was no way he would object to helping them live a better life.
Well, anyway.
Quite a bit of time has passed since I had a meaningful conversation with Makomo.
“Then I’ll go. I have to do my next mission.”
“Okay. If you want to be my successor, just tell me.”
Heir.
So, the description in the play is ‘Tsuguko’.
The lords could have these tsugukos. For example, it feels like a direct disciple.
“Okay. Then take care of yourself too.”
Smile
Makomo with a smile left her seat.
Seo-jun, who had been sitting for a while, got up and left.
‘Now then, I’m going to start moving properly.’
Even to have fun in this world.
***
Time passed like flowing water.
Seo-joon started to move in earnest about the work he had been working on.
First, he had to face the head of the family, Kagaya.
“… For that reason, I want you to give me permission.”
“Mmm.”
At Seojun’s words, Kagaya seemed to be lost in thought for a moment.
But then he smiled and nodded his head.
“Surely you are right. Up until now, we’ve only focused on catching goblins, so we must have made a mistake in thinking about that. Good night. Jun, I won’t give you authority.”
“I will not disappoint you, old man.”
The head of the head must have given permission, so Seo-joon moved in earnest.
The first thing was to change the screening test that bothered me the most. Originally, it is necessary to fix the stupidity that only survived goblins, regardless of talent, skill, or personality, by beating them into the mountain where they were imprisoned.
He made it more testy.
It is not only the one who bought all of them and beat them, but adopted a method of measuring combat power by having them accompany active members of the Ghost Slayer who have proven their skills to a certain extent and fight the goblins one-on-one.
If this is the case, the probability of the person taking the test will be significantly reduced.
In addition, various safety devices and measures were taken to discover talent more efficiently than before.
‘Next is the supply of equipment.’
The only equipment provided in the demon slaughter squad was the uniform of the Daewon and the Ilryundo.
There are other minor things, but those two could be said to be the main ones. And in Seo-joon’s eyes, they were so poor.
Two pieces of equipment for those who fight for their lives?
Of course, the Daewonbok is made of special materials and is a little stronger, and the Ilyundo is also a means to kill goblins, so it was right that it was special.
But just about that.
He created a department to develop equipment that could kill goblins more efficiently. Many talents have gathered, but it is still in its infancy, and development has progressed steadily.
Significant results will be obtained in the next 1-2 years.
‘Next is that.’
Creation of a proper intelligence unit.
Even in the Demon Slaughter Corps, there is a unit called ‘Kakushi’ that specializes in information gathering and support.
However, they had almost no fighting power, and their information gathering was only a little better than the average person. That’s why I felt the need for those who were good at gathering information while fighting to some extent.
And Seo-jun knew such specialists.
“Shall we visit it sometime?”
One of the landowners in the original story, Uzui Tengen, a former shinobi.
To the village of shinobi where he lived.
***
“This is a ninja… So, is it a village of shinobi?”
Finding the hidden village wasn’t difficult thanks to Kakushi and the crow.
As he gazed at the village, he heard a whooshing sound in the wind. Without even looking, Seo-jun reached out and caught the kunai flying toward his head between his index and middle fingers.
“This is a rough welcome.”
Sasasak.
I hear the rustling of the grass.
It was a very small and secret sound that a normal person would not have even heard.
They surrounded Seo-joon in an instant.
“Why don’t you come out without hiding?”
There was no answer.
“If it doesn’t come out, I’ll have to find it.”
Ha ha, Seo-joon sighed and used the paper.
When his new model suddenly disappeared from the spot, a commotion arose among those who were secretly hiding. It was because the shinobi couldn’t keep up with their eyes.
“Hi?”
“… !!”
When Seo-joon suddenly appeared from behind and spoke, an unknown shinobi jumped out of the grass in fright.
Even so, throwing a kunai was like a shinobi. Seojun lightly shook his head to avoid the kunai.
But as if that wasn’t the only thing, kunai attacked from all directions.
Seojun sighed and muttered.
“Because it’s useless.”
Breath of heaven.
Type 9. Sky fog
“… !!!”
The shinobi were shocked.
Obviously, even though Seo-jun was standing still, the kunai passed through his body as if it had attacked his illusion.
In the stiff atmosphere, Seo-jun’s mouth opened again.
“Don’t lose your strength and come out quickly as a representative. I came because I have something to see you shinobi.”
Momentary silence.
A few seconds passed, and someone came out with a sign.
“… Who are you? How did you know that our village was here?”
“I just found it, so I won’t. Rather than that, I came here because I wanted to hire you guys officially, so tell the boss.”
“… Hire?”
“Okay. Aren’t you just going to be stuck here and rotting your skills?”
“…”
He seemed at a loss for words at the sudden offer.
Shinobi are people too, people.
“…”
The shinobi in front of Seo-jun gave an order with a wink.
Then, I felt a presence behind Seo-jun quickly head toward the village. So many minutes to wait.
“The head is coming.”
“Follow me.”
The shinobi returned and relayed his words.
Seo-jun turned around and followed the shinobi toward the village. The presences around him continued to be wary of him, but even if they attacked, Seo-jun would not blink an eye.
Entering the village like that, I felt many eyes.
Vigilance, curiosity, or hostility. Various kinds of emotions flew towards Seo-joon like daggers.
He looked around, ignoring those gazes.
And was able to find
‘Suma, Makio, Hinatsuru.’
In the original story, the three who would later become the wife of Tengen Uzui, the landlord.
Suma
Makio
Hinatsuru
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