Chapter 29 – Mutuga You Bastards

So, this happened one day.

I mean, it happened that night when I went into Lulu Lala’s bar to try some extravagance because I’m making good money these days.

The bar was quiet, so the atmosphere was good.

Since we were all alone, we immediately took up a large table. Looking at the menu, the prices were generally low, so I ordered beer and skewers without hesitation. I was sitting in a good mood and enjoying a drink, but the skewers tasted better than I thought.

The taste of fire and salt from the meat of an unknown monster captivated my taste buds. I even became completely enchanted by the low price compared to the amount, so I ate without knowing how to count my pockets.

If the bondi menu is cheap, isn’t the quantity changryeol? However, this was a dream-like pub that satisfied the quantity, taste, and price.

I felt very good. The wine was delicious, and the meat was delicious.
Tension soared to the end of the sky.

The incident happened then.

“Hey, get out of the way.”

Around the time when he was getting drunk, weren’t some young men coming into the Ururu bar? Up to that point, it didn’t matter at all, but it mattered enough that one of them spit out an incomprehensible sound at me.

“Can’t you hear me? Get out of the way.”
“Who is this bastard again?”

At that moment, in the spirit of alcohol, I wondered what I had heard wrong, so I looked back at my memory, and what he said to me was right. A man with a well-trained body said that with a displeased look on his face. This was a major problem. A sigh escaped my mouth.

Shall I draw the knife?

But not outdoors, but in the city. It was just a dog cub if it was a dog if he pulled out the knife right away because he was fertilized inside the bar. Wouldn’t it be a problem if ordinary people fight swords in the city center? This world is not very kind to adventurers who cause trouble. It was to the point that there were often adventurers who were beaten by the city guards, who were no different from the police.

Anyway, since I was an adventurer, not a gangster (actually, I don’t know the difference), I decided to ask why.

“You stupid bird… No. Why should I get out of the way?”
“As you can see, there are not enough seats.”

He looked back at his companions and said hello.

Certainly, I occupied a large table and sat down, but if that was the case, I would have asked, ‘I have a group of people, so could you move my seat?’

Are you kidding me that the number of heads is a bit high right now?
Feeling furious enough to make my head thump, I explained as kindly as I could.

“I don’t know what bullshit it is. Isn’t it your baby’s parents who are lacking?”
“Huh? What are you talking about?”
“Your mother passed away. A mother-in-law got stabbed and searched for it. That’s why you said it was not enough. You searched for your mother and only had her father.”

He put on an expression that he didn’t know what he was talking about to my pad-lip that momentarily protruded, and he mumbled something and began to chew on what I said.

“…!”

Then, his face started to turn red. I finally figured out the meaning.

“This, this! You bastard!”

The guy burst out swearing. It was very pitiful to see his face changing from moment to moment. Doesn’t that bastard who gets angry after eating a pad lip just once don’t think about what he did? These bastards are always confident when Ji criticizes first, but get angry when they are criticized.

“It’s a duel! Your pride as a martial artist won’t allow it if you put up with this kind of insult!”
“Were you a martial artist?”

For some reason, there was no weapon on his waist.

It was an era when monsters were lined up even outside the walls, and murderous robbers in the back alleys played Arirang without hesitation. It was common sense that everyone, whether a tourist or just going to the local market, would carry at least one weapon for self-defence.

If there is an exception, would it be the martial artists? They don’t use weapons. At most, he only uses cute tools that don’t look like weapons, such as knuckles, gauntlets, and claws.

I don’t know why. It could be a religious reason, or there might be a reason for training the body or cultivating the mind, but at least the head in front of me didn’t seem to be walking the path of a martial artist for that reason.

I followed him out of the tavern.

Then the people who were in his party also came out. Let’s see. One, two, three. A total of five people. Also, no weapons at all. Have you ever had a party at a martial arts guild?

“Yes, a duel… A duel is good.”

Without hesitation, I drew the knife.

“You’re a martial artist, so bare-handed. I’m an adventurer, so I’ll carry a knife. Okay?”
“Such a coward! Fight fair and square!”
“I’m going to have to say enough nonsense.
“Hey, you bastard!”

As I pointed the knife at him, the man who just a moment ago had been spitting curses at people he hadn’t met for a long time quickly became a docile sheep.

The guy got into his stance his, but it was absolutely impossible to defeat the man with the sword with his bare hands unless he was a decent master. Even just looking at him, he was sewage.

Didn’t even apply for a duel first.
My knife is legal.

“Why, what.”

The guy standing in front of my blade started to notice me.

“…”
“What, you motherfucker. Do you have any complaints? If you have any complaints, do you ask your mother to buy you a knife?

According to common sense, it was quite impossible for a swordsman to lose to a martial artist of the same level. First of all, a man without a weapon can never defeat a man with a weapon. This is because the difference between basic damage and reach is fucking huge.

Slicing with a steel blade does more damage than hitting with bones and muscles. It was a kind of bonus to follow up to the bleeding deal. And, rather than just a punch, the range combined with the length of the arm and the length of the sword was much longer.

It’s common sense, but surprisingly, there were so many people who didn’t know.
Just like this martial artist.

“Mi-crazy…!”

At my work, he looked around, sweating profusely. He noticed why the party didn’t help him when he asked for a duel. With so many heads, it is understandable that confidence has increased. But since you gave a shit to me, I’ll have to pay for it.

He’s earned his drink his.

If you beat him moderately and take everything he has, everything is OK. Still, I’m worried about the people he brought with me, but… If I cut him hastily, this bastard will just run away without looking back. While confronting him, assess the situation.

Anyway, while I was thinking whether to kill this bastard or not, he suddenly screamed loudly.

“This bastard is ignoring the martial artist!!! The swordsman is ignoring the martial artist!!”
“What?”

Then, the party of the guy who had been standing by until just now surrounded me in an instant. I made a quick decision and stood with my back to the wall. Complete encirclement should be avoided.

There are three enemies ahead. All of them have no weapons, so it doesn’t matter if there are three.

Although they were half surrounded, the total number was five. Even with a quick wave of the sword, you wouldn’t be able to enter. There will be no true fighter among these bastards who is not afraid of being stabbed with a knife.

By the way… What?

“What are all these motherfucking assholes doing?”

I was a little taken aback.

The number was not five. All the martial artists in the neighborhood who were wandering around heard the shout and were gathering one after another.

“A swordsman ignores a martial artist. I can’t just listen and move on.”
“Is it here?”
“What did that bastard say?”
“What kind of bastard ignores a martial artist?”
“Hey! Call all the bastards around!”
“The bastard with the sword ignored our fighters!”

The situation quickly turned toward despair.

I almost fainted while biting into crab foam at this rainbow-colored dream-like scene. No, crab foam was already pouring out of his mouth. There were more than 10 martial artists gathered around me, blabbering each other.

This shit far exceeded my expectations.

At most, I thought I could deal with two or three people without weapons!

“What are you guys doing! Get lost!”

I screamed like a fit…!

“Are you a swordsman who disregarded the Mutuga Guild?”
“What? What guild are you ignoring? The only thing I’m ignoring is that bastard behind you!”

Then, a guy who seemed to be the representative came forward.
All of these bastards were from the Mutuga Guild.

In fact, in order to claim themselves as a martial artist, all martial artists needed to join a guild. A sense of solidarity or belonging? Has everyone rushed to help because their guild is in danger?

Wow, these cynical thugs!

“That doesn’t matter anyway. The swordsman ignored the martial artist, but we can’t stand it. It’s a matter of pride.”
“Hey, hey…! Don’t fuck! It’s a one-on-one battle! It’s a duel, a duel! You don’t know a duel?! Unrelated bastards, get out of here!”

He swung his sword and shouted.

Pride is a piece of shit! Now, more than 10 cubs have come to play with one cub! If my pride is filled with something like this, my mother will fill my self-esteem by gangbanging, you fucking bastards! I didn’t say that.

Because it really seemed like it was going to go backwards.

“Didn’t you ignore the martial artists first?”
“You asshole! “
“No matter what you say, it doesn’t change the fact that a martial artist insulted a guild member in front of our martial artists.”

The guy who seemed to be a leader even from his head his was a fighter, but the words didn’t work.

“Degyaas!!!!!”

Just like that, I was beaten so badly by the strong musclemen that Mutu was beaten like a dog on the wings of a dog. As the muscles pushed in, there wasn’t even room to swing the knife.

That’s why I’m stuck in the Almshouse Monastery now.

“Ah… Fuck…”

The treatment cost a whopping 1 silver. My whole body trembled with anger. My sword was just a toy sword in front of their overwhelming numbers and merciless blows.

He desperately held on until the city guard stopped him, preventing his property from being taken away, but he couldn’t stop it from turning his body into a rag. There was no mercy in their brutal chew punches.

You can never defeat a man with a sword bare-handed.

Similarly, an individual can never defeat a group. I would have been able to kill those guys who used to use strength right away if it was 1:1.

However, when they come rushing in like that, even with a knife, there is no help. Even if I had a knife, if I pushed in with that damn thing, there would be no answer.

“Are you feeling better now?”

The light blue haired nun who was wearing her heels asked me.

As expected, it was a fantasy, that big wound started to heal in an instant with the healing received by paying only 1 silver fee. Fortunately, the kids only used strikes, not joint skills… Well, it was a reasonable result.

In the first place, there was no scar that would leave a permanent disability.

“Ah, still a little bit of pain…”
“Further treatments will incur an additional fee…”
“Wow, suddenly everything is better. Can I go back soon?”
“I will help you.”

As she was supported by a nun, she came out.

There were no major abnormalities on the body. Unlike the Krasheim Alchemists Guild’s 10-year-olds selling detox ointment for 2 silver, the Isvant branch of the almshouse monastery boasted a reasonable price in its own way.

She helped me outside and waved her hand with a big smile.

“Come again.”

Come again, why come again, this woman.
Doesn’t it sound like I’m beaten again and fall asleep?

“Ah… It’s like a fucking dog.”

I walked out of the monastery with a gloomy face.

Most of all, my pride was greatly damaged because the fight was broken by the likes of Mutuga.

Actually, I have lived my life ignoring martial artists. In my common sense, there was no way I could look good in this harsh world who didn’t even carry a knife to train their bodies.

Being beaten up by those guys made me sick not only physically, but even my heart ached.

One-on-one wins. However…

“This is why groups matter.”

Belong.

Yes. Being ‘belonging to’ is important.

Didn’t those bastards also become one within the frame of the ‘Mutuga Guild’ and beat me up? It’s not just that there are groups like this. So is the church. Robbers do not touch church people. The moment you touch it, you know that the paladins, crusaders, and holy investigators flock like bees.

The adventurer’s guild was like an intermediary that provided simple work, so it wasn’t particularly helpful.

Would you like to join a religion on this occasion? It’s a story that draws gumi, but there are so many restrictions as there are many benefits in the church. For me, who longs for freedom, it won’t fit.

“Well?”

It was time to return to the inn.

A signboard with a stylish large knife caught my eye.
It was a rather large building.

[Swordsman Guild – Paral Dog]

Beneath the signboard was written, “The Swordsman Guild.”