Namgung Il was walking sowhere with Jong Seo-eon.
"Captain."
"..."
"Captain!"
Jong Seo-eon repeatedly called for Namgung Il from behind.
As if he had finally heard his voice after he had raised it to so extent, Namgung Il stopped walking.
"Did you call?"
"I've called you several tis now."
"Sorry, but why?"
"No... where are we going right now?"
Jong Seo-eon was being dragged along by Namgung Il without even knowing that.
At that question, Namgung Il looked at Jong Seo-eon as if he were puzzled.
"Didn't I tell you?"
"...You didn't."
"Ah, I see. I must have forgotten because I was in a bit of a hurry."
"..."
No matter how much of a hurry one was in, wasn't it common to tell them the destination before taking them?
Jong Seo-eon was about to argue for a mont, but since the opponent was Namgung Il, he decided to let it go for now.
"We're going to the training ground."
"...The training ground?"
"From now on, our society will be using that place. So you, as a mber, are coming with ."
"Aha... no, a mber?"
Jong Seo-eon asked as if he couldn't understand.
He had certainly heard Namgung Il say sothing about creating a society a few days ago... but to think he was a mber of that place?
Jong Seo-eon had naturally not heard a single word from Namgung Il.
"You didn't know? You're also a mber of the Osuhoe."
"...I've never said I would join that place."
"Don't worry. I've already taken care of all the paperwork. You just have to co."
"..."
"Good, right?"
Jong Seo-eon was so flabbergasted he couldn't say anything.
Was a society originally a place where one could be put in at will like this, without their own consent?
In the first place, Jong Seo-eon didn't even know what kind of society the Osuhoe was.
"Let's create a society."
"...?"
"Jong Seo-eon, Jeong Hyeon-yeong. You join too."
Namgung Il had definitely said that before.
But to think that was asking for permission.
Since Namgung Il hadn't said anything after that, he had thought that the talk of creating a society was just a joke.
"W-wait! Wasn't that just sothing you said?"
"What?"
"That you were going to create a society, wasn't that just a joke?"
"No, I was serious."
"Uh..."
At that mont, Jong Seo-eon realized that the situation was going wrong.
A society... he had no intention of joining such a place.
He was already struggling to catch up with his studies, so he didn't want to create any more work for himself.
"P-please leave out!"
"What? You said you'd do it then."
"I never did! You just said that on your own and then class started right away!"
"Give up. I've already put your na down."
"..."
Phat—.
At that mont, Jong Seo-eon quickly tried to run away from the spot.
However, Namgung Il's right hand, which was faster than that, grabbed the scruff of Jong Seo-eon's neck.
In the end, Jong Seo-eon couldn't escape and was caught by Namgung Il.
"I'm already struggling to catch up with my studies!"
"..."
"There are many other people besides ! So please leave out of it!"
Jong Seo-eon was shouting while being held by Namgung Il.
Seeing that, it seed he really didn't want to join the society.
Of course, since the Osuhoe was a society that existed for Jong Seo-eon, Namgung Il couldn't grant that request.
'I have no choice.'
Namgung Il had also calculated that Jong Seo-eon would co out this rebelliously.
It would have been nice if he had just followed quietly, but a person's heart wasn't so easy.
In the end, Namgung Il decided to take out the bait he had prepared.
Stagger—.
Suddenly, Namgung Il let go of the scruff of his neck he had been holding.
Until then, Jong Seo-eon had been desperately struggling to escape, so as a sudden rebound ca, his body's balance collapsed.
"...Hoo—."
He was barely able to prevent himself from falling forward.
Jong Seo-eon let out a sigh of relief and stood up straight again, looking at Namgung Il with a wary gaze.
"..."
Although he had let him go, he didn't think Namgung Il would give up so easily.
Jong Seo-eon stealthily drew up his internal energy from his dantian so that he could run away again if necessary.
However.
"Alright."
"...?"
"I can't help it. I'll take your na off later."
As those words ca out of Namgung Il's mouth, Jong Seo-eon's expression montarily went blank.
Is he really letting go?
Since he had thought that Namgung Il would only give up after he had resisted a few more tis, Jong Seo-eon asked Namgung Il in a still suspicious tone.
"Really...?"
"Yes."
"..."
"I'm not that stubborn either. I can't force a guy who doesn't want to to stay."
Namgung Il said and even gestured with his hand as if to really tell him to go.
Rather, it was more suspicious that he was giving up so obediently.
Jong Seo-eon asked Namgung Il in a cautious tone.
"...Are you really going?"
"I said go."
"...Don't go back on your word later."
"I won't."
"..."
Only then did Jong Seo-eon slowly turn his body.
And the mont he was about to leave the spot, Namgung Il's voice was heard from behind.
"There's one spot open. Who should I ask to join?"
"..."
"Right, should I ask Tang Wol-yeong?"
Flinch—.
Jong Seo-eon's footsteps stopped in place.
Namgung Il, confirming that, deliberately muttered to himself as if for him to hear.
"I should do that. Tang Wol-yeong would probably be happy to join the society."
"..."
"Then I'll go and tell her right now..."
It was then.
Namgung Il, discovering Jong Seo-eon pulling at his clothes from behind, drew a slight line on his lips.
Everything was as he had thought, but Namgung Il imdiately wiped the line that had ford on his lips as if he knew nothing.
"What? You haven't left yet?"
"...Is Young Lady Wol-yeong also joining the society?"
"Probably."
"..."
"It's none of your business anymore anyway. So don't worry about it."
Namgung Il said and was about to take a step again.
However, at the sa ti, a stronger grip was felt.
Jong Seo-eon was now holding onto Namgung Il with both hands.
"W-wait a minute! I'm also a mber of the society, right? So tell more about that..."
"You're a forr mber. You asked to take you out, didn't you?"
"Co to think of it, I really want to join that society!"
Simple-minded fellow.
Jong Seo-eon's sudden change in attitude was quite funny, but Namgung Il barely suppressed his laughter and looked straight at Jong Seo-eon.
"So you want to join the society again?"
"Yes! I have a reason why I must join there!"
"Alright. But there's one condition."
He didn't know how long the bait of Tang Wol-yeong would work.
So, so that Jong Seo-eon couldn't go back on his word later, Namgung Il was planning to put his foot down on this occasion.
"From this mont on, you can never leave the Osuhoe without my permission. And you must also participate diligently in the activities of the Osuhoe."
"..."
"If you accept this condition, I will allow you to join."
"I'll do it!"
An imdiate answer that ca back as if there was no need to think.
In Jong Seo-eon's mind right now, only the happy future of enjoying society activities with Tang Wol-yeong was being drawn.
***
After getting a definite answer from Jong Seo-eon, the two walked down the road again.
"Captain, by the way, what kind of society is our Osuhoe?"
Jong Seo-eon asked as they walked down the road.
Although he had joined on the bait of Tang Wol-yeong, he still had to know what kind of activities the society did, right?
Namgung Il continued to walk and answered calmly.
"Napping."
"...What?"
"It's a society for napping."
"..."
Could it be that that 'osu' really ant a nap?*
Jong Seo-eon couldn't understand why Namgung Il had created a society.
'...Well, does it matter?'
But now, that was not very important to Jong Seo-eon.
Whether they took naps or played Go in the Osuhoe, what did it matter?
Whatever they did, he was just happy to think that he was with Dang Wol-yeong.
"We've arrived."
Just then, Namgung Il finally stopped walking.
"Where is this?"
"The training ground. I told you we were going earlier."
"That's true, but..."
At that mont, Jong Seo-eon realized that sothing was strange.
He had clearly said that the Osuhoe was a society for napping, so why had they co to a training ground?
Just then, Jong Seo-eon discovered another strange thing.
"Captain, it seems there's soone inside here."
And not just one person.
Since quite a number of voices were flowing out from inside, Jong Seo-eon tilted his head and asked Namgung Il again.
"Are there more mbers in the Osuhoe besides us?"
"No, there aren't."
"Then... what are the people in here?"
Why were people who weren't even mbers of the Osuhoe in a training ground owned by the Osuhoe?
Since Namgung Il had clearly said that this place was owned by the Osuhoe when they ca here, Jong Seo-eon was puzzled by that part.
"Ah, the people in here?"
"..."
"I'm going to kick them out now."
"...What?"
Kick them out?
Before he could ask about that, Namgung Il was already moving.
Bang—!
With a heavy sound, the door to the entrance flew open.
At that mont, nurous gazes focused on Namgung Il.
The people who had been swinging their weapons inside stopped their movents and all looked at Namgung Il.
"Who's the president here?"
"...?"
"From today, the Osuhoe is taking over this training ground!"
Namgung Il was shouting so, not caring about the nurous gazes.
And the following silence.
But soon, as if they had grasped the situation, laughter flowed out from here and there.
"What on earth is that crazy guy?"
"Osuhoe? Where's that?"
"I don't know. He looks like a first-year. Did he co here knowing that this is the exclusive training ground of the Turyonghoe (Fighting Dragon Society)?"
The people in this training ground were all mbers of the Turyonghoe.
The Turyonghoe was also a formal society recognized by the Flying Dragon Academy.
Rather, it was a place with quite a tradition, having been established much earlier than the Osuhoe.
"..."
In other words, this training ground was already a place owned by the Turyonghoe.
For a guy who looked like a first-year to suddenly appear in such a place and say such things, from the Turyonghoe's perspective, they could only think of Namgung Il as a crazy guy.
However.
"Namgung Il, if you want the training ground, go and take it yourself like a martial artist."
"..."
"I permit it."
No one knew whose approval this crazy guy had received.
Namgung Il looked at the people who were laughing at him and shouted once more.
"Who's the president here!"
"...!"
This ti, it was a voice filled with internal energy.
The students who had been laughing at Namgung Il, as if they had felt the heavy energy contained in his voice, could no longer laugh as they had before.
"I won't ask a third ti."
With a very provocative smile on his lips, Namgung Il said.
(End of Chapter)
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