Chapter 217
Shinra Kyeong had hated the Yaksha since before his awakening—back when his eyes were still blue.
“He was an excellent swordsman,” his father had told him. “His combat strength was several levels above mine.”
Shinra Kyeong had hated the Yaksha for making his respected father utter such soft words. His father had seen the thoughts in his eyes because he said then, “I’m not flattering him, and I’m not being humble. What I say is true, Kyeong. Keep this in mind; it’s only when you acknowledge your opponent’s strength that you’ll begin to see what truly matters.”
At the time, Shinra Kyeong hadn’t understood those words. He’d always thought that no matter how skilled a swordsman was, how could he compare to the head of the Shinra family, who commanded the weather and held divine power?
To understand this, he watched and studied the Yaksha even more intently.
He soon learned:
The Yaksha...
A man facing mountains with only the sword in his hand.
During his time, everything gained and everyone protected in Korea was achieved through his blood, sweat, and sacrifice.
That was especially true of Lion’s Castle and the 67th East Asia Gate—had it not been for him giving it his all, South Korea would’ve never been able to keep them.
However, people had forgotten their gratitude. The moment the Yaksha fell, they disparaged his achievements and took everything from the Kang family.
Shinra Kyeong had realized it then: the weak are cowardly. They have no loyalty and no faith in us. They’ll cling to whoever in order to survive, and can be easily provoked into abandoning ship.