85 – Welcome to Yongjugol (4)
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☎ Ninja Village Ninja Recruitment ☎
My name is Robin, a runaway ninja.
In the name of the Buddha, I destroy the Yakuzas, samurais, and yokais, and protect innocent people.
In a world where the king of demons and the origin of evil, the Six Thousand Demon King, has disappeared… (excerpt)
Thus, in order to pass judgment on the corrupt ninja village, but because a ninja village must exist… (excerpt)
Originally, I tried to raise a dragon ninja, but her nature was delicate and closer to a baker than a ninja… (excerpt)
Therefore, I, as a disciple of the Buddha who selects individuals with the potential and ability to become ninjas, will personally raise them without question or hesitation… (excerpt)
Ninja. What is a ninja? To answer that question, one must first understand the era of frequent wars, plundering, and murder… (excerpt)
Those who engrave the teachings of the Buddha in their hearts, those who prioritize the safety of the people, those who possess strong beliefs and determination, regardless of age, gender, or background.
If you want to become a member of the strongest organization, apply quickly.
– The recruitment location is in front of the inn “The Delicious Chicken with Seasoning” in the Silibun Territory. Although it is an inn, the chicken they sell is delicious, so it’s worth trying.
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After much deliberation, I created a ninja village recruitment post that is about 16 pages long.
It is a masterpiece that contains my own artistic soul of creation.
Someone will surely recognize the philosophy embedded in this recruitment post, right?
“What do you think?”
“Are you serious?”
Orphe, who had read my masterpiece to the end, narrowed his eyes.
Perhaps because he had fewer dark circles, he didn’t look as sinister and decadent as before.
“I’m always serious.”
“…It’s a recruitment post, isn’t it? You should just briefly touch on the essentials. Isn’t this written exclusively for ninja enthusiasts?”
“Of course.”
“The handwriting is also difficult to read. Should I say it’s too crooked…”
“That can’t be helped.”
I’m still not used to writing. Honestly, if Orphe hadn’t persistently taught me, I would have given up learning.
“There’s too much unnecessary information. How many people do you think know about yakuzas and samurais?”
“Then you just have to explain it.”
It would be good to add about one more page to introduce common knowledge about yasayou.
“Anyway, I’ll upload it like this.”
This is not just a simple recruitment post.
It’s an art that encompasses the essence of Buddhism, the philosophy of escape ninjas, and the beliefs that ninjas should have.
I also included information about my favorite seasoned fried chicken. It’s so delicious that I wanted to recommend it to many people.
If the inn treats me to seasoned fried chicken, I might give them a little bonus point.
“…Yeah. It seems like you wrote it really well and interestingly. Everything you’ve said so far is included.”
Orphe’s voice lowered slightly.
“Is that so?”
“Yeah. Anyone who reads this recruitment post will want to become a ninja. But, as I said earlier, it’s a bit difficult to read. Even if the content is good, it won’t work if it can’t be understood.”
“That’s true.”
“So, can I rewrite it? It’s not a problem with the content. It’s just a problem with the handwriting.”
“Well, it doesn’t matter.”
Orphe’s handwriting is pretty. I wonder if he went to Hanseokbong specialized academy when he was young.
“Then I’ll take this with me.”
“Okay.”
Orpheus carefully folded my recruitment notice and put it in his pocket before leaving his seat.
“…”
Suddenly, I think of Nouvelle-Pierre.
“He was quite strong.”
The last of the five great spirits had been accumulating power in the Watcher’s Gorge until now.
The creature, whose name I do not know, had taken possession of the body of a giant sea horse yokai and confronted me, treating the humanoid yokai as its subordinate.
It died from my newly acquired technique of absorbing Monica and the orbital bombardment technique, but not before playing its final trick and sending me to another dimension.
Perhaps it was a technology developed with the celestial demon Monica in mind.
“Nin-nin.”
In that dimension, there were warriors and even demon kings.
I even fought alongside a warrior against the Yakuzayokai lord. Yes, I was a complete “protagonist who was a warrior and a runaway ninja.”
The memories were jumbled and confusing, but it was an interesting experience.
When I returned to this side, Orpheus, Tribou, the Black Swordsmen and the Flame Dragon Knights, the White Stone Whale, and the Ninjamachi with Sagal’s Tail were waiting for me.
I don’t remember exactly what they did to help me.
Were they just cheering me on?
…Memories of the connections I made in that dimension come back to me after a long time.
“Whitney, how are you? Are you a super ninja now?”
And I completely forgot about the recruitment notice.
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“Is everyone here?”
The long-awaited recruitment day.
I carefully observed the appearance of the aspiring ninjas gathered in front of the inn called “The House with Delicious Seasoned Chicken”.
There seemed to be hundreds of them, maybe even more, too many in any case. It wasn’t like we had spread recruitment notices nationwide, so it was surprising to see so many people show up.
“Hey, look over there. It’s a runaway ninja.”
“Is he really a runaway ninja? Not an imposter?”
“There’s no way someone crazy like that exists. Who would impersonate someone else? Didn’t you read the recruitment notice?”
“Well, the writing was intriguing, and the content focused on the essentials. It felt like the mark of a hero.”
“Yeah, I came here after reading the notice too.”
Aspiring ninjas gathered outside the inn, standing disorderly and making a lot of noise.
Except for Maximus, the black ninja aspirant, everyone else had unfamiliar faces.
There was also a woman holding a small, weak yokai named Ockle, but her makeup was so heavy that she looked like a gyaru (a potential yakuza wife).
“Nin-nin.”
Yokai and gyaru. What kind of combination is this?
Ignoring the peculiarities other than their appearances, I listened attentively to the noise the aspiring ninjas were making.
It had been bothering me for a while; the commotion was strange.
“Oh my goodness, that’s Lunox. He scored a perfect score in the knight exam!”
“The ‘genius investigator who defies even the gods’?”
“Wasn’t that just self-proclaimed?”
“Didn’t he say he joined the Knights with the Divine Sword?”
It seemed like a famous figure had also come as an aspiring ninja. I followed the gazes of the people who were making a fuss.
A woman with red hair, as fiery as gochujang, stared at me arrogantly.
Is she Lunox?
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“The Genius who Defies even the Gods” title is quite audacious. That title should only belong to me.
“Lunox, huh? You’re famous for scoring a perfect score on the knight exam. I heard you recently left the Hongyeom Dragon Knights. Is it because you wanted to become a ninja?” Orphe explained.
I nodded in response to Orphe’s explanation. So, a young person with passion and talent has come.
I quickly assessed Lunox’s combat abilities while glancing at her body.
She’s as tall as Orphe and has long limbs. A natural-born warrior’s physique.
Her muscles weren’t clearly visible as she covered herself with a metal plate armor, but I could still roughly measure her mana level.
Assuming she’s not hiding her strength, she should be at the level of a typical knight commander, around 4 points.
“Not bad.”
Of course, considering various factors, she may fall short compared to a real knight commander, but having potential is what matters.
“…”
I looked at the other candidates, but I didn’t see anyone surpassing Lunox’s level.
At best, they were on par with Maximus, whom I saw before.
Even if he is an experienced mercenary who has been through countless battles, learning assassination techniques since infancy is not something that can be achieved by someone talented.
Even I was different from the rest of the people on Earth, both physically and racially.
Since middle school, I defeated those who called themselves “top dogs” and bragged about winning numerous sports competitions.
If I had the ambition to be a sportsman, I would have participated in the Olympics.
There was a time when I almost went to a juvenile detention center instead of taking care of the neighborhood hoodlums. It could have been dangerous if my mother and younger sister hadn’t pleaded for mercy with tears.
Since law and order were a threat to me and my family, who couldn’t become runaway ninjas, I restrained myself from then on.
“From now on, those that I point at with my finger, gather on the left.”
I pointed firmly at those who were either mana users or had the potential to become one. To someone with sensitive senses like me, that’s all I could see.
The true combat abilities can only be known through clashing swords, but it’s too bothersome to guide them one by one.
Considering all possibilities is not for now, but for when I have to fight Yasayo.
Even in big corporations, they pass on Soul University just by seeing the name tag. This is somewhat similar.
After dozens of movements of my finger, the repositioning was complete.
“What… you’re just going to take a quick look and be done?”
“I’ve been walking for three days to take this test…”
“If I knew this would happen, I wouldn’t have come…”
The disqualified candidates already seem to be catching on to my intentions, muttering among themselves.
“Silence!!!”
“Whoa!”
First, I quieted them down and counted the potential candidates among the applicants.
No, there were too many, so I asked Orphe to do it for me.
“There are 46.”
“I see.”
As someone who wanted to fill exactly 50 spots, it’s a slightly disappointing number.
“Alright. It’s a special selection.”
So, I decided to take only 4 more.
“Hey, you there, the one-handed man.”
He pointed to the young man with no left hand.
“Yes, yes!”
The guy answered loudly after shaking his shoulders. Gibaek liked him.
“Explain yourself.”
“Well, I’ve been an adventurer for about 10 years! I hunted and killed monsters, no, violent beings cursed from another world.”
Since Treebo created a cure for the curses of yokai, the friendly yokai towards humans came to be called beings from another world.
Even though some of these beings still showed hostility towards humans even after receiving treatment, now only those bastards are called yokai (monsters) in this context.
The ocular that Gyaru was holding might also be a being from another world that received treatment.
“I may have lost one hand, but I can still fight. I’ll tear apart all the bastards! And… I respect you!”
A decent self-introduction. The murderous glint in his eyes also pleased Gibaek.
In his territory, he must have been a yokai slayer in his own right.
“Good. You qualify for a special consideration as a disabled person.”
He chose one person for now.
“From today, your name is Hook. Stand to the left.”
“Thank you! I understand! I am Hook!”
Hook nodded continuously and moved to the left.
“You, little one. It’s your turn.”
“Ah…!”
He pointed to the girl who was wearing her father’s clothes and had loose-fitting attire.
“Introduce yourself.”
“My… My name is Heidi… I’m from the Andes village… My favorite food is potatoes… I’m good at harvesting potatoes… Our village potatoes are delicious.”
“That’s enough.”
“Yes…”
“You passed as a rural special case and a minor special case. Go left.”
“R-Really…?”
“Yes.”
Strictly speaking, she wasn’t chosen because of the special case.
There’s… something strange about her. I need to keep a close eye on her.
Anyway, we’ve chosen these two, and next…
“There, Gyaru and the little yokai.”
“Yes, yes?!”
He pointed to the Gyaru with grandma-style makeup. She’s probably in her mid-twenties.
“Introduce yourself. And introduce the ocule over there too.”
“I’m an artist.”
“You failed. Get lost.”
– hehehe!
– Ohoho~!
Saeton and Muka couldn’t resist their smirks.
“Well, strictly speaking, I’m a theater actor! Ninjas are not only skilled in combat, but also in infiltration and acting! I’m sure I have a clear role!”
“What’s with that retarded tone? Did you learn it in theater?”
“This is my personality.”
“Ugh.”
Yasayo was already dead.
Gyaru, who had been watching me, raised her goggles.
“Here is Oculius. Of course, I received the treatment. We’re best friends, and she understands human language amazingly well. She can climb tough mountains and swim well, so she’s definitely useful!”
“Ew.”
The last words were uttered by Oculius.
There was nothing wrong with what she said.
We needed someone to infiltrate and extract information, and we needed an animal to play the role of a ninja dog.
“…Fine. You’re an artist special type, and that monster is a non-human special type. Go left.”
“Thank you!”
“Ew.”
“From today, your name is Jjoker.”
With Gyaru’s makeup, resembling a clown, there was no name that suited her better.
“Jj, Jjoker?! I don’t like it! It sounds like a word referring to the size of a man’s reproductive organ! Calling me by such a word…”
“If I say one more word, I’ll call you Jjoojjoojangkko.”
“Jj, Jjoker it is…”
“Ew.”