Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 18

<Kwon Wang, Street Fighter>

Danwoo Seong was heading home from near Danhyangru, so he walked around the streets at night for the first time in a while.

While Geumhwaru is a high-end kiln, Yanghwa-geori, where Danhyangru is located, is far from luxurious. Prices are relatively affordable and the area is more crowded.

That's why those who frequent Yangwha Street dislike those who hang out at Geumhwaru. It's nothing special, but they believe there's a difference in wealth and clothing.

A man vomiting in an alley, people drinking at an outdoor table, and drunkards already staggering past Danwoo Castle.

Originally, this was a night street where one could feel safe only if Sima Geuk was present among the female protagonists.

Without Sima Ji, we would often get caught up in fights here.

Even the fallen scholar would get angry if his friends got hit, and the heir to the throne would also fight furiously when a fight broke out. Occasionally, when a fight escalated into a major one, the guards stationed at the top of the galaxy would rush in to sort out the chaos.

Every time Danwoo-seong walked, memories were recalled.

You might wonder why the Grand Duke of the Galaxy would get involved in a brawl, but on the streets and at drinking parties, he was no different from any other guy. Consequently, there were quite a few instances where he was the one who started the fight and then got into it.

It wasn't called the "dog gang" for nothing. There wasn't really any plausible reason for the fights between the young ones.

Because I was walking down the street at night alone for the first time in a while with a pouch on my shoulder, there were quite a few people who recognized the Grand Duke of the Galaxy.

'Hey, long time no see.'

'I haven't seen you in a while, so why are you walking around alone?'

The guys I had fought with before, the guys I had beaten before, the guys I had fought with a few times, were gathered in the guesthouse, on the street, and around the kiru, and stared blankly at Danwoo-seong as he passed by.

There are times when a person's memory comes to mind only after seeing something, and Dan Woo-seong was especially like that.

As I walked down Yangwha Street, I recalled the messy, low-level fights the Grand Duke had been involved in. He'd been beaten many times, and occasionally struck, but it seemed he'd managed to release a lot of the frustration within him.

'Anyway, it was a real mess.'

However, the fights here had a proper line. They stopped at beating the opponent, and rarely escalated into swordplay.

It seems that even in the back alley world, there are laws of their own.

A man who was drinking near the Yanghwagaekjan recognized the Grand Duke, jumped up, and approached him, deliberately bumping his shoulder.

It was a vanguard-like gang that would bump shoulders on the street so many times that it was impossible to count them, and then fight or start a fight out of the blue.

Dan Woo-seong had no intention of avoiding the 'nameless shoulder bumper' he was meeting after a long time, so he just bumped shoulders with him.

puck.

The man who was staggering said, grabbing my shoulder.

"You little punk, aren't you watching closely? Are you determined to die today? Aren't you going to avoid it?"

Danwoo Seong said as he approached the man.

“How can you avoid this? You crazy bastard.”

The man stared blankly at the Grand Duke.

'Why is the reaction like this?'

Danwoo Seong said.

“And how many times do you bump shoulders on the street? Is this your hobby?”

"what?"

Before the man could say anything, Danwoo-sung swung his hand and slapped him across the face. With a thud, the man fell to the floor. The men who had been drinking with him at the Yanghwagaekjan jumped to their feet.

“What’s wrong with that kid?”

Then one man raised his hand as if to stop them, as if to say that he wanted to watch some more.

“Let’s see some more.”

Somehow, it wasn't a familiar situation.

There has never been a case where the Grand Duke appeared like this, even though Sima Guk was not visible.

A man was walking around, checking to see if there was any Sima Ji around.

Meanwhile, Dan Woo-seong grabbed the fallen man's shoulder with his right hand.

“Kkaaa······!”

As the man screamed, clutching his shoulder, Danwoo Sung struck him again. This time, he rolled on the floor three or four times before, unable to say anything, grabbing his cheek. His hand was so sharp that half his face felt numb.

Danwoo Seong asked as he approached the man.

“You ask me why we keep bumping shoulders. Is it fun?”

What on earth could the terrified man possibly say? He'd already been dizzy from the slap.

Danwoo-seong crouched down in front of the man and spoke.

"Why do you bully people so much when you're barely a fist away? If I see you bump shoulders with me one more time, I'll grind that shoulder down to nothing. Understood?"

Danwoo-seong said while grabbing the man's hair.

“Answer me.”

How can a man like this have no pride?

I glared at Danwoo Sung with wide eyes. No matter how I looked at it, it was the Grand Duke of the Galaxy, and I was even more furious.

He was a man who couldn't be talked to. But since he couldn't kill him, it was better to just hit him again. Since a punch would surely kill him, Danwoo Sung hooked his middle finger over his thumb and struck him with a single blow.

With a thud, the man threw his head back and rolled on the floor.

“Ugh!”

Only then did Dan Woo-seong realize that his insides had been seething for some time.

It was because of the gisaeng Suran. It wasn't that Suran had done anything wrong, but the fact that she had nowhere to go made Dan Woo-seong seethe.

A man from the crowd watching said this.

"Aren't you beating me up too hard just because we bumped shoulders? You're acting strange today, Your Highness."

Danwoo-seong smirked as he watched the man speaking the truth. In Yanghwa Street, a street lined with bars and restaurants, everyone called Seong Gi-chan, the leader, sitting on a chair. To either side of him stood the men who had been appointed leader.

Seong Gi-chan said.

"It doesn't seem like you have any Sima Ji, so why are you acting so brazen? Didn't you see me? You're walking around in a martial arts uniform you've never worn before. Are you by any chance practicing martial arts?"

People burst into laughter at the question of whether he was practicing martial arts. It was a remark so unbecoming of the Grand Duke of the Upper Class that I couldn't help but laugh.

The fact that the Grand Duke had changed was known only to the Galaxy's upper class and the Yeo-saeng-ju-sa's friends, but it did not reach the ears of those who were killing people on the street.

Danwoo Seong replied.

“I’m training.”

“Hahahaha······.”

Dan Woo-seong's tone was stiff, making it sound like a forced response from a nervous man. As the men smiled, Dan Woo-seong smiled too.

I was feeling a little depressed because of Suran, but seeing people living thoughtlessly on the streets at night made me feel better again.

Danwoo Seong is a man far from being a gentleman.

In that sense, this was a wonderful place. Someone asked, looking at the thick leather belt on Danwoosung's shoulder.

"Is that money you've been saving up? I'm not bragging about how much money you have. It's just bad luck. If you hand it over, I'll send you back in good health."

Danwoo Seong answered.

“Oh, this is money.”

“How much does it cost?”

“Well.”

Why was the atmosphere like this? It was casual, like a conversation between friends. At times like this, Dan Woo-seong was blatantly exploiting his status as the grand duke of the dog car class.

Dan Woo-seong, not knowing much about it, peeked open one of the pockets on his uniform and found a stack of receipts. Dan Woo-seong, startled, exclaimed.

“Wow. This looks like it’ll easily cost thousands of nyang.”

“Galaxy Tower, you’re truly amazing.”

In fact, there were many more than that, but because there were so many pockets, it was difficult to tell right away just by looking at them.

Seong Gi-chan asked, tilting his head as if he found something strange.

“Where did you get it?”

“I stole it.”

“To whom?”

Danwoo-seong said with a sly smile.

“Why are you asking so many questions about other people’s money? You idiots, is this your money?”

The expressions of those who had been smiling warmly gradually hardened as if they had been hit by a blood clot.

Seong Gi-chan launched a counterattack.

"Ah, I see. So the Grand Duke is finally planning to bribe the most beautiful woman in the Golden Flower Tower and get her out of the Golden Flower Tower. The most beautiful woman in the Golden Flower Tower, Ye Seol-ha, would be perfect for the lady of the Milky Way. When are you going to have the wedding? We should all be invited. We should get to see Ye Seol-ha's face too. She's been acting so expensive."

“Hahahahahahahahahaha······.”

Laughter blossomed again, as if the counterattack had been appropriate. Even Dan Woo-sung found it amusing and joined in.

Danwoo Sung walked up to Seong Gi-chan and stood before him. Being called a leader on the streets at night meant either being overwhelmingly large, possessing a well-proportioned, robust physique, or being a tough guy like Cheol Myeong-ho. Seong Gi-chan was slender, but simply good at fighting.

Seong Gi-chan stood up and met Dan Woo-seong's eyes.

Danwoo Seong said.

“Gichan, let’s get some work done today. I’m feeling a bit down… I won’t use my internal energy.”

Seong Gi-chan rounded his mouth and stuck out his cheek.

“Oh… hit me here. Just hit me once. Then I’ll begin.”

Seong Gi-chan pointed his finger at his cheek, as if to tell him to hurry up and hit him. Meanwhile, people gathered around Dan Woo-seong, intending to join in the fight if the Grand Duke even struck him once.

Danwoo-seong smiled happily.

Have you ever seen such wonderful friends? These are all the good connections and friends that the Grand Duke of Gaechaban has made.

“Yeah. Just one skirt.”

Danwoo-seong turned his shoulder once and spoke in a flat tone.

“I’m going.”

Then, a loud bang was heard, and Sung Ki-chan rolled backward, smashing the table and chair. There was a loud crash, the dishes on the table shattered, alcohol spilled onto the floor, and screams erupted from all directions. Sung Ki-chan, who had been hit once, appeared to have fainted and was unable to get up from the floor.

“Hey, it's a dog!”

As the two men closest to him lunged at him, Dan Woo-seong lunged forward, arms outstretched. Their necks were caught in Dan Woo-seong's forearms, spinning through the air for a full half before collapsing to the ground.

Men rushed in from all sides, each holding a chair in both hands, while another picked up a table and threw it. A loud thud and a thud sent one man flying into the air, clutching his chin, while another was kicked and sent rolling on the ground.

Danwoo Seong swung the belt on his shoulder backwards as soon as he grabbed the person running from behind.

Bang! Bang!

“Ugh!”

As the man whose face had been hit by a thick leather pouch retreated, Danwoo Seong looked around, using his belt like a nunchuck, holding it with his left hand, by turning it diagonally around his waist and behind his shoulder.

I deliberately didn't use even a single bit of my internal energy.

Since they too had their own rules, Danwoo Sung also intended to uphold his own line. As the dog-car groups clashed with each other, the melancholy he'd felt because of Suran seemed to wash away.

Danwoo Seong said.

“Come on, you damn dogs······.”

The real thought was this.

'Come on, you other binary idiots stuck in the past…'

Danwoosung sent a man flying with a side kick, then plunged his left hand into the abdomen of an approaching man. As the man, gasping for breath, faced the brink of death, Danwoosung patted his back, clearing his throat. With a "whoosh," he regained his breath, and Danwoosung pushed the man's cheek, causing him to fall.

A moment later, Danwoo Seong, who had left the area in front of the two-person guesthouse in ruins, looked around at the dozens of men groaning on the floor.

Yang Hwa-gaek-jan, who had come out late after washing her dishes, was sitting on a chair a little distance away and sighing.

At this time, Danwoo Seong approached Jeomsoi and took out a receipt from his belt and handed it to her. Jeomsoi was surprised and took the money with both hands.

"The cost of the chair and table. The rest should be a drink for each of the kids who got hit."

“Oh, yes.”

Danwoo-seong spoke as if to ask for confirmation of the receipt.

“Is it not enough?”

“No? I’ll stay.”

Danwoo-seong nodded and left the mess.

“If there’s any left, you can have a drink too.”

Jeomsoi responded, shaking the receipt in her hand excitedly.

“Yes, Your Highness. I will use it well.”

Danwoo-seong, who was walking with his back turned, asked Jeomso-i.

“Is Gichan dead?”

Jeom So-i glanced at Seong Gi-chan and said as if telling him not to worry.

“······It’s easy to hide! Take a look!”

After looking around at the fallen men, Jeomsoi stuffed the slip the Grand Duke had given him into his pocket.

Fortunately, there were no witnesses.

Jeomsoi said in a voice that seemed to be a little excited.

"Damn it, they always fight in front of our store. They're telling us to do business, not to. Tsk!"

The End of <The King of Fighters, Street Fighters>

ⓒ Eugene Sung

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