Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 195

Episode 195

The King of Fists, Father and Son Traveling to the Rivers and Lakes

“Is your Majesty leaving tonight?”

Cheol Myeong-ho, who was eating noodles with Hwa Eun-seol, nodded in response to her question.

“Shinwoodo······. Since it’s supposed to be a vacation, I think they’ll head towards the upper reaches of the galaxy for now. Their destination, of course, is a guy named Banilmunju.”

I never thought Cheol Myeong-ho's conversation would be this smooth.

"We've been looking into the Baekryongdaeju report, but won't it be difficult to find that person called Beonilmunju? Please leave it to us."

"You said he's interested in the leader's father and son, judging by the plot. If that's true, it's not the leader who's looking for the enemy, but the enemy who's looking for the leader. Or maybe he's after Shinwoo again. He said he's on vacation for the leader and looking for the leader of the Banilmun, but looking deeper, it's probably about his son's education. The two of them have never traveled together. Let's leave it entirely to the leader this time. What could I possibly worry about when it's the best martial arts trip in the world? And honestly, hiding somewhere in the martial arts world to avoid the leader's eyes is nearly impossible."

Hwa Eun-seol opened her eyes wide.

"why?"

"That's right. That's how it is. There are so many people in the martial world, whether you call them friends or subordinates. I think they contacted me separately."

Although he was the leader of the Baekdo martial arts world, the entire Black Dodo was under Danwoo's influence.

Hwa Eun-seol said.

"Ah, in that case, I should leave it to the leader. By the way, isn't the White Dragon Lord flawless? Are you still feeling uneasy?"

Cheol Myeong-ho nodded.

"It's partly because he's the son of a lord. It's also because he's gotten stronger too quickly for his age. He's been paying a lot of attention to himself. Baekdo is more about strength than… "

Cheol Myeong-ho said, tapping his chest.

“Because this place is more important.”

As Hwa Eun-seol smiled brightly, Cheol Myeong-ho asked.

“Why are you laughing?”

"no."

When Hwa Eun-seol tried to put the dishes away, Cheol Myeong-ho stopped her.

"Leave it as is. I'll clean it up later. I'll escort you to the military council."

Throughout the conversation, Cheol Myung-ho didn't curse or raise his voice. It was a change that made me wonder if he was really Cheol Myung-ho. And that wasn't all? He was now doing the dishes, laundry, and even cleaning.

Cheol Myeong-ho was famous for his stubbornness that the world could not do anything about.

That iron man was changing on his own.

Although he may have looked pitiful to others, it would not be an exaggeration to say that Cheol Myeong-ho himself had never been happier than these days.

…“I asked you a question before, and now I will answer it.”

“What is it?”

“Who was the most difficult opponent among my opponents?”

Lee Shin-woo opened his eyes wide.

“Oh, who was it?”

Danwoo Sung uttered a man's unusual nickname for the first time in a long time.

“He was a gentleman. He was usually called a gentleman’s master.”

"Oh, I've heard that too. But why did you call such a formidable opponent your master? I think Uncle Myeongho also mentioned him as a gentlemanly master."

Danwoo-seong chuckled at his son's obvious question.

"That's right. He was a unique opponent. Master is Master."

Danwoo-seong took off his white dragon robe first, then changed into the white dragon robe his son had brought. He then used a small knife to shave off his thick beard and told a story about a gentleman.

“······That guy named Beonilmunju.”

Suddenly, Danwoo Sung realized that the blade was not sharp enough, so he injected brain energy into it and shaved as if melting away his beard.

The son responded while observing his father's unusual shaving method.

"yes."

“You said that I killed someone who I didn’t know was my father or my master.”

“That’s right.”

"······That was the gentleman's conduct. He made disciples everywhere, dated women indiscriminately, and was already unrivaled in martial arts. He was a madman who, with nothing better to do, raised heavenly demons and cultivated a force of demons to fight against the Hundred Paths. We had a hard time guessing the age of this gentleman's master. Perhaps a hundred and fifty years? If I may be exaggerating a bit, I'd say two hundred years."

Lee Shin-woo replied with a smile.

“No way. How can a person live that long?”

Suddenly, Dan Woo-seong, who had just finished shaving cleanly, turned to look at Lee Shin-woo, and Lee Shin-woo looked at his father with surprised rabbit eyes.

'uh?'

It was completely different from his usual appearance.

There was a rumor that my father had been in the position of leader since he was so young, so he gave advice to make me look older by getting involved in everything from my clothing and hairstyle to the shape of my beard.

Dan Woo-sung, who had just finished shaving cleanly, tied his long hair back and suddenly transformed into someone who looked ten years younger.

I guess it's not really necessary to have a face mask.

While wandering around the world, he seemed to have no problem introducing himself as the Baekryongdaeju.

Danwoo Seong said.

“Do I look young?”

"yes."

"I also seem to age slowly because I achieved great martial arts at such a young age. Your mother and I believe you will too. In a way, it's a blessing. However, in my case, I didn't achieve such great martial arts solely through my own talent. I received significant help from those around me. You, too, didn't become so strong at such a young age simply because you were talented. Just as Master Gwangsin, your maternal grandfather, Myeongho, and your mother cared for you, you acquired your martial arts skills."

“Yes, I have it engraved in my heart.”

“I have to engrave it. Let’s go.”

“Ah, Father… What about the White Soul Sword?”

“What kind of sword is this when you’re going on vacation? Let’s go.”

Danwoo-seong hung the Baekhon Sword on the wall and then left the room with his son.

It's also the world's best martial arts instructor.

It was also a journey of a man with a strong potential to become the best in the world in the next era.

Anyway, the two of them were the strongest father and son even at this moment.

He told Maeng that he was on vacation and told those close to him that he was going to catch Beonilmunju, but the most important thing for Danwoo-seong was to travel with his son.

…The fourteenth day of the father-son journey to the rivers and lakes.

Shinwoo asked.

“Father, were you always that good at swearing?”

Danwoo Sung answered his son's question.

“Well, originally I was better than Myeongho.”

“Hahahahaha······ No way.”

“Why don’t you believe me?”

“I heard that Uncle Myeongho is the best at cursing, past and present.”

"No way. It's possible to compare it to the best of the past and present, simply by being blunt and venomous. But the reason Myeongho became so good at swearing was because I swore at him so much."

"ha ha ha."

When his son laughed, Danwoo-seong also chuckled.

A father and son were leisurely strolling through an ordinary downtown area.

The plan to capture the Japanese Emperor was actually simple.

I had no intention of going somewhere to find it.

On the one hand, since the head of the family had shown interest in Lee Shin-woo, he anticipated a high possibility of him appearing before them. If he couldn't catch him, he planned to simply spend his vacation making memories with his son.

Because of that, they deliberately stopped by several places, and Danwoo-seong deliberately bought street food that Lee Shin-woo had never eaten before and ate it together.

So, on such an ordinary journey, we headed south towards the upper reaches of the galaxy.

If nothing else came up, Danwoo Sung was planning to pay his respects to his father.

The father and son looked around the market with ice cream in their mouths, and even bought some trendy accessories to dress up.

Danwooseong was originally a member of the Gaecha clan, so no one recognized him as the leader of the martial arts world, as he walked around with a stick of ice in his mouth. He would likely only be exposed if he met the leaders of a famous sect.

For Lee Shin-woo, this trip was a truly remarkable experience. It made him realize that the Murim Alliance wasn't everything in the world.

The obvious fact that not everyone in the world recognized his father, the leader of the martial arts world, was a peculiar thing for Lee Shin-woo.

Danwoo Seong said with a smile.

“No one recognizes me.”

“That’s right.”

"Good. You didn't recognize me. Let's have a drink today."

After a while, the leader of the martial arts world entered a guest house and began drinking alcohol with his son in broad daylight.

When Danwoo Seong held out his glass, Shinwoo filled it with alcohol.

It's been over twenty years since we became father and son, so why are there so many things we're doing for the first time?

Of course, it was my first time drinking together in an ordinary inn.

Danwoo Sung also filled his son's glass with alcohol.

After the two had their drinks, they looked out the window on this floor and watched the bustling street.

Danwoo Sung had many things he wanted to say to his son, but he held them back. Each time he answered, his words grew longer, and he knew that if he didn't hold back, his son would eventually lose it.

So I tried hard to endure it and endure it again.

Because talking too much unilaterally wasn't a conversation.

Fortunately, Lee Shin-woo took advantage of this opportunity to ask many questions about things he was curious about first.

“How was it when you fought with your gentleman master?”

Danwoo-seong replied while scratching his nose.

“Oh, I almost died.”

“Father?”

"How strong he was… It was incredibly difficult to maintain composure while fighting. That day still feels as vivid as yesterday. Let's go to Guhwasan Mountain together sometime. We can meet Monk Gyo-gak too."

“I asked Uncle Myeongho, but it seemed like he still felt uncomfortable talking about what happened that day.”

"Myungho almost died, too. That day, he staked his fate on his own snout. He said he didn't realize it at the time, but in hindsight, he realized it was madness."

"why?"

“I hurled a torrent of abuse at my gentleman master, who was giving a long speech before the fight.”

“That’s typical of an uncle.”

“Anyway, if I had lost then, I wouldn’t have been able to marry your mother, and you wouldn’t be in this world.”

“I see. It’s different from what I heard.”

“What are the rumors?”

The man most talked about in the martial arts world of his time was, of course, the leader of the martial arts world. Upon hearing this rumor, Lee Shin-woo said:

“My father never won by a landslide.”

"Most people were like that, but Master Gentleman was different. He was definitely stronger than me. Still, I fought hard to win. If I lost, those whose lives had been played with would despair, and I knew there would be too many more who would be played with in the future. Looking back, I don't remember any tricks I used to win, but rather my state of mind at the time."

“Now?”

“What do you mean?”

“The gentleman master then, the father now.”

When asked who was stronger, Danwoo Sung answered in a firm tone.

“Of course I am stronger now.”

Lee Shin-woo took his father's answer for granted, but what he said next was a little different from what he had expected.

"I'm in charge of the blind, and with my family growing, I have no choice but to become stronger. And you too… Who am I to lose to now?"

Shinwoo asked again as he politely poured some more alcohol into his father's glass.

“Can I become strong like my father?”

Danwoo Seong replied.

“You’re already much stronger than I was at your age. At your age, I was······.”

I couldn't bring myself to say, "I gambled, frequented bars, drank alcohol, I did it all…" It wasn't Dan Woo-seong, it was Lee Jin-eon, but it was what happened.

"You were in terrible shape, both physically and mentally. You're doing wonderfully."

"yes."

"However, no matter how powerful our father and son become, let's not become men like Master Gentleman. Master Gentleman was the loneliest man in the world. He was so exceptionally talented that he treated everyone in the world as his plaything. He probably had no one he could confide in, and he probably even forgot about his family. He was a formidable force, but no one would have mourned his death."

As soon as Danwoosung finished speaking, a middle-aged man came up to the second floor of the guest house.

As Danwoo-seong looked at him, a middle-aged man with a smile on his face approached Shinwoo and spoke.

“Baekryongdaeju, have you learned all the books I gave you?”

The man who had spoken to Shinwoo finally looked at Danwooseong. A young man who appeared to be about five or six years older than Baekryongdaeju was looking at him with a gentle smile.

The head of the household said to Danwoo Seong with a sly smile.

“That’s so funny.”