Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 4

<The King of Fists, Smash It>

After twenty days of focusing on Danwoo's recovery······.

The walk soon turned into a run.

My posture gradually became more correct, and my internal energy was accumulating at an accelerating rate. This was evidence that my body was changing properly. The root causes of illness, once difficult to pinpoint, were gradually being suppressed by the rebel force of internal energy.

Peace in the world through force.

It was something that suited Danwoo Seong's personality.

Even when he felt his physical condition had returned to normal, Dan Woo-seong did not overdo it.

Martial arts must be practiced consistently for a long time.

As the level increases, it is also important not to become impatient.

Even if he practiced like crazy all day, he would only harm his body. Furthermore, Danwoo Sung's body was exhausted from illness, so it was best to recover slowly.

In that sense, running was a great advancement.

Because it meant that the body had become strong enough to support intense movements.

Danwoo Sung changed his diet again.

It supplies nutrients and then breaks down the nutrients through training.

His digestion was improving, and his complexion was better than when he was at his healthiest.

In the kitchen, they prepared the food without a word, although they found the Grand Duke's meticulous request strange.

When Danwoo-seong came back after running until he felt hungry and ate, the servants ate so deliciously that they could not take their eyes off Danwoo-seong eating.

That day, around the time dinner was over, Assemblyman Ha-yeon, with gray hair, came to visit Dan Woo-seong for the first time in a long time.

“Your Majesty, I am Gongsun Ming. May I come in?”

Dan Woo-seong, who was rinsing his mouth while drinking dried persimmon water, replied.

“Come in.”

Unlike Sibi, Gongsun Myeong walked towards Danwoo Castle with his head held high.

“Your Majesty, I am truly glad that you are recovering so quickly.”

Danwoo Sung smiled and responded to those shameless words.

“Thank you. Please sit down.”

"yes."

I had planned to meet the congressman anyway, but he had already come to me on his own.

He didn't eat soup and refused moxibustion and acupuncture, so he probably had nothing to do.

Only then did Danwoo-seong look at the assemblyman properly.

He observed his gaze, his expression, his movements, and even his body balance. He seemed to have mastered enough martial arts to sufficiently underestimate the previous Grand Duke. As Danwoo Seong stared intently, Gongsun Ming swallowed and then asked.

“······Confucius, it’s been a while since I’ve taken your pulse, may I?”

Danwoo Sung replied in a cold tone.

“No need.”

"hmm······."

Regardless of the level of skill, Dan Woo-seong considered even a conscienceless member of the National Assembly to be a charlatan, so there was no need to entrust his pulse to him.

Gongsun Ming said with a puzzled expression.

"By the way, your complexion has changed so much that I can't even recognize you. I apologize. All my efforts so far have been truly in vain."

Danwoo Seong said something different from what he had thought.

“I’m the one who ruined my body, so don’t worry about it.”

“Oh, no.”

“It’s not true.”

Lee Jin-eon had ruined his body first, and the doctor made it worse. Dan Woo-seong continued.

"Of course, the Yongbongtang you made was poisonous to my body. It helped boost my stamina, so much so that I almost died. You're a doctor, so you know this. The wrong medicine for the right situation is no different from poison…"

Gongsun Ming couldn't say anything in response to the subtly sarcastic tone.

'hmm······.'

I had only come here to take a look around, but the atmosphere felt like I was being interrogated, and I kept coughing uncomfortably.

Danwoo asked what he was curious about.

“Who do you get your reward from?”

“Of course, the main family is in charge of the finances······.”

Danwoo-seong shook his head.

“Oh, besides that kind of compensation. I’m asking if there’s anyone else who takes care of it separately.”

Gongsun Ming's face gradually turned red.

“What else would I need to get paid for?”

Danwoo Seong said with a smile.

“If I die, I will receive a generous reward.”

"yes?"

"Why are you surprised? It would be better if he died a natural death. Even if the investigators came and searched the entire house like a rat, they wouldn't find any poison. Oh, maybe a little hallucinogenic herb. Well, that's not poison, after all."

Gongsun Ming bowed his head and said.

“Confucius, please refrain from saying such things. How could that be possible?”

Although he thought things had gone wrong, Gongsun Ming was just bitter.

Even if this sick man were to strike himself, it would not hurt, and even if investigated, there is no evidence anywhere that he has caused any harm to the Archduke's health.

It was just a guess by the thoughtless and thoughtless Grand Duke.

Danwoo Sung burst into laughter, clearly seeing Gongsun Myeong's mind wandering. Then, in the awkward atmosphere, Gongsun Myeong joined in the laughter.

“Hahahaha······.”

Gongsun Ming also spoke in a somewhat sarcastic tone.

“Anyway, now that the Grand Duke has recovered, I’m sure the Lord of the Upper House will be very happy.”

“That’s right. A father would be happy to see his child recover from his illness.”

Gongsun Ming remained silent, offering no response. The conversation with the Grand Duke was completely different from before, and he felt a constant sense of unease, unable to control his facial expressions.

Gongsun Ming said.

"If you're not satisfied with my pulse, I'll be heading back now. Please rest comfortably."

“Congressman Gongsun.”

"yes."

"I never called you, but you came. I never told you to leave, but you're going. Don't do that again. Come when I call you, go when I tell you to. If you're receiving a lot of money from your parents without doing anything, you should do that."

Gongsun Myeong looked at Danwoo Sung with astonishment. He wondered if this was the Lee Jin-eon he knew. He was even more bewildered because he was being picked on.

Danwoo Seong continued speaking.

“Isn’t that so?”

“Oh, yes. I will do that.”

As Gongsun Ming stood up, half paralyzed, Danwoo Seong spoke.

“I never told you to go.”

Gongsun Ming sat down again with a face that turned bright red.

“Yes, go ahead.”

Dan Woo-seong was deliberately provoking Gongsun Myeong. Dan Woo-seong pointed to the desk and spoke.

“I need to send a letter, so please bring me the writing utensils on the desk.”

"yes."

It was something that only a sib could do.

Gongsun Ming got up and returned with a brush, ink, and a blank sheet of paper that had been placed on the desk.

Danwoo Seong said.

“This is a letter to be sent to my family. I will dictate it, so you write it.”

Gongsun Ming answered while holding the brush.

“Yes, please tell me. I will write it down.”

Danwoo Seong spoke as if he was talking about someone else.

“Duke Lee Jin-eon’s illness is so serious that he will likely have to remain at Anga for the time being.”

Gongsun Ming wrote down exactly what Duan Wusheng said. Duan Wusheng continued speaking.

"My lifeline is truly tenacious. Please tell me what to do next."

The tip of Gongsun Ming's brush stopped and trembled.

It was something I simply couldn't accept. It seemed like a letter to an informant.

Danwoo Seong slightly lowered his head and spoke while observing Gongsun Myeong's expression.

“Why? You didn’t even write it down.”

“The content is a bit······ likely to cause misunderstandings.”

When Gongsun Ming looked at him with a very hardened expression, Danwoo Seong said.

“Hey, old man······.”

“Huh.”

Gongsun Myeong, having heard the harsh words that crossed the line, put down his brush and looked at Danwoo Sung. No, his gaze should now be described as glaring.

It wasn't like the Grand Duke and the Councilor were facing each other, but rather a young man and an old man glaring at each other as if they were going to kill each other.

Gongsun Ming replied in a stiff tone.

“Please speak.”

Danwoo Sung spoke words mixed with truth.

“I am not the same Lee Jin-eon as before.”

“Is that so?”

"I'm not the kind of person who drank the dragon-bonggang you gave me and then acted indecently. I'm just a prodigal son who briefly dipped his toes in the afterlife and then returned to this world."

"Hahaha. I have no idea what you're talking about. And Yongbongtang isn't poison."

"Sometimes it's poison. There's no way a member of the National Assembly wouldn't know that…"

"Now that I think about it, Confucius, you seem to have a lot on your mind. I'm not a member of the upper echelons of the galaxy. I'll just let today's verbal abuse slide."

Danwoo Seong pointed to the letter with his finger.

"Shut up. Finish writing that letter. And at the bottom, write the name of the guy who instigated this. I'll keep it as evidence. If you don't want to write it, you can die right here."

Gongsun Ming let out a long sigh at Danwoo Seong's blatant threat.

“Hoooooo······.”

But when the sigh ended, Gongsun Ming smiled and nodded several times, as if he had thrown off his mask. Because Yi Jin-eon looked truly pitiful.

"That piece of trash, he's gone crazy after being sick for so long. I tried to be as considerate as possible when I sent him off, but…"

It was the worst possible move, but in any case, Lee Jin-eon could return to his family home as a corpse. He could also kill all his concubines and silence them. The life or death of his concubines wasn't Gongsun Ming's concern. Still, Gongsun Ming couldn't understand why this filthy, sick man was acting so brazenly. He knew better than anyone that Lee Jin-eon had never properly trained in martial arts. It wouldn't matter if he was a good fighter, but as far as Gongsun Ming knew, he was a man who had been beaten.

Gongsun Ming scratched his head and looked behind him.

“Haha, that’s right······.”

It was an instinctive movement to check if there were any sibs outside.

Danwoo Seong, who understood the meaning of this gesture, clicked his tongue and said.

“That guy called a member of the National Assembly······.”

Gongsun Ming turned his head again, thinking that he had to strangle Yi Jin-eon to death so that his body would be somewhat intact.

“Hey, Archduke······.”

The moment Gongsun Ming turned around, Duan Wusheng was already in the position of splitting firewood with his blade. Then, like a bolt of lightning, Duan Wusheng's right hand struck Gongsun Ming's head.

puck!

Danwoo Seong continued speaking.

“You’re just thinking about killing people.”

Gongsun Ming, whose skull was shattered, slowly collapsed to the side, convulsed several times, and then suddenly died.

Danwoo Seong looked at Gongsun Myeong's body, then looked at his own hands.

This pitiful body reacted with a chill, even though it had barely struck the old man's head. Even though he had deliberately struck with the blade of his hand, as he hadn't trained in the martial arts, it still reacted with a chill.

Danwoo Seong looked at Gongsun Myeong, who was out of breath, with cold eyes.

'Before launching a surprise attack, you check to see if there are any witnesses…'

It was a very funny behavior for the king.

I didn't really care who had instigated it. As long as I regained my power, I wouldn't mind if the entire Galactic Empire was behind it. I planned to find out when I returned.

Danwoo Sung, about to start a fight, frowned for a moment and clutched his forehead. A peculiar headache, the likes of which he had never felt in his life, was creeping up on him.

"hmm······."

It was a strange phenomenon.

In fact, Gongsun Ming was the one who directly caused Yi Jin-eon's death. When Gongsun Ming died, it was as if Yi Jin-eon's memory storage had been opened, and past events flashed before him like a kaleidoscope. Of course, these were Yi Jin-eon's memories.

Is this the price of revenge?

The memories of Lee Jin-eon, the original owner of the body, were unclear, as if they were buried in fog.

But now, Danwoo-seong could observe Lee Jin-eon's memories as if contemplating them. It wasn't a common occurrence, so the headache was perhaps natural.

The faces of the people I'd seen in portraits were vividly imprinted, along with their names. Now, as Lee Jin-eon revealed his memories, it felt as if he, too, was acknowledging Dan Woo-seong's reincarnation.

It wasn't Danwoo Sung, but Jineon Lee's tears that flowed down from only one eye and fell to the floor.

Thump-

Danwoo Seong spoke as if knocking on Jineon Lee's heart.

"Jin-eon, show me. What was inside you, what was in your heart, what was your pain… Reveal it all to me. Now I will remember."

Then, as Lee Jin-eon's memories poured out like a waterfall, Dan Woo-seong quietly closed his eyes.

<The King of Fist, Smash It> End

ⓒ Eugene Sung

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