The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 273

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully – Episode 272

Road to Hell (3)

Setsuna inhaled sharply as she watched the battle between the two Transcenders.

As an Oni, she possessed a certain level of strength.

However, the battle between the two was beyond her comprehension.

Yoosungwoo wielded his sword like a meteor shower, while Taihou, a Class Jin official of the Twelve Hells, swung his fists.

She couldn’t follow either of their attacks with her eyes.

The transitions between offense and defense were rapid, and each attack stretched out like rays of light, exceeding the range of perception.

Each time their attacks collided in the void, explosions pounded her eardrums, and storms of dust swirled around.

“…Who the hell is he?”

Yoosungwoo hadn’t yet revealed his name to Setsuna.

She had to guess based on a few of his characteristics.

He carried a sword, not a katana, so he must be from a foreign land, and he possessed tremendous swordsmanship.

His unparalleled and terrifying swordsmanship surely surpassed even Japan’s great swordsman, Miyamoto Musashi.

‘Besides.’

He’s gradually pushing him back.

She couldn’t read the battle with her eyes, but she could sense the atmosphere.

Slowly, Taihou was being pushed back.

Yoosungwoo’s face was full of smiles, but Taihou’s face was full of displeasure.

He knew it too.

He would soon be defeated and end up groveling on the ground.

A red flash flickered.

It was a cool and beautiful light, as if dividing the world.

When it swept across the earth once, Taihou’s head was no longer attached to his shoulders.

***

Yoosungwoo shook the blood off his sword and looked down at the dead Hell official.

The giant body was already a mess.

The charismatic uniform was torn and tattered.

He took a long breath as the divine power that had been returned to him poured into him.

‘I was right.’

This place is a goldmine of divine power.

Hell is a beautiful place.

It hadn’t been long since he had released the sixth sword, Six Mang, but at this rate, he might be able to draw the seventh sword after conquering Hell and Takamagahara [heavenly realm in Japanese mythology].

‘It’s a sword I don’t really want to draw… but there will be a time when I need to use it.’

Someday.

As he stood there for a moment, digesting the divine power, Setsuna, who had been standing apart, approached.

She immediately bowed her head to Yoosungwoo and said.

“I would like to ask again why a foreign deity has visited Hell.”

“Why are you like this? Let’s go back to the way we were. As I said, my goal is Takamagahara.”

“After seeing your performance just now, I realized that you are someone in a very high place, so I can’t do that.”

High place, my ass.

He’s still a living human who hasn’t died yet.

Yoosungwoo grabbed Setsuna by the back of the neck and continued.

“You don’t have to go that far. Just do what you were doing.”

“Understood.”

Yoosungwoo watched a group of Oni [Japanese demons or ogres] in the distance.

The Hyakki Yagyō [a parade of a hundred demons], which started with Goki, had become a Senki (thousand demons) and was approaching a Mangki (ten thousand demons).

As he said, he had invaded other hells and gathered all the Oni.

He seemed to be easily swayed by the atmosphere because he was a bit slow.

Since the scale had become larger than he had expected, it was time to fasten the third button.

The first was incitement.

The second was marching.

Then the third.

Goki, who had gathered the Oni, shouted in a resounding voice.

Pouring even his Yokai [supernatural monsters] power into his voice so that everyone could hear.

“We hereby declare the establishment of the ‘Hell Labor Union’ at this very spot! The Hell Labor Union will demand environmental improvements from the Hell Labor Administration so that we Oni can also work in a good working environment!”

“Oooooooooh!”

“Hell Labor Union! Hell Labor Union!”

It was the moment when a labor union was established in Hell. Even so, being forced to work 12 hours a day, 6 days a week, was a bit too much.

And when you listen to them, the salary is too low.

Yoosungwoo smiled contentedly as he watched Hell become an increasingly better place to live and muttered.

“Hell needs a labor union. More than anywhere else.”

A huge bomb to plant in the Hell Labor Administration was completed.

Hell, a world of the strong eat the weak.

The strong sit in high positions and wield power, but the weak Oni have no choice but to work.

“But what does a labor union do? I’ve never heard of it before…”

Setsuna asked.

Yoosungwoo had only injected the theory into Goki in a hurry, so Setsuna didn’t know much about it.

He answered simply.

“It’s an organization to create a better working environment. Roughly, it’s something that makes your lives better.”

Can the Hell Labor Administration handle that huge bomb?

There were some strong guys like Taihou, who he had just fought, mixed in among that group.

They may not have been educated, but they were capable enough to turn things upside down.

Even if they didn’t intend to, Goki’s incitement had already set fire to the hearts of people… no, Oni.

“Now, shall we go to the Hell Labor Administration?”

It was time to plant the bullet called revolution in Hell.

***

“Wow, guys, does anyone know what that is?”

Shuten-doji, riding in a palanquin carried by his subordinates, was drinking sake when he gaped at the procession of Oni.

No matter how long he had lived, he had never seen such a scene before.

Hyakki Yagyō was nothing.

A Mangki Yagyō was unfolding before his eyes.

Where were such a large number of Oni heading?

The letters fluttering on the huge flag made of rags they were holding caught his eye.

‘地獄労働組合(Hell Labor Union)’

It was a word with a concept he had never heard of before.

Then who on earth spread this concept and created this procession?

The answer was simple.

It must have been done by a human he knew.

“Ha, huh, hahaha, hehehe…”

Shuten-doji, laughing with a strange sense of rhythm, bared his teeth and laughed.

He wasn’t mistaken.

Yoosungwoo, he was definitely the human who would turn Takamagahara upside down.

A human who could cut off the head of that damned Susanoo who killed his father and sweep away the Yorimitsu Shitenno [Four Heavenly Kings of Yorimitsu, legendary warriors].

Shuten-doji said.

“Now, go, let’s join that procession too.”

***

An emergency was declared at the Hell Labor Administration.

The Hell Labor Administration, the largest institution in Hell except for the courthouse, manages the Oni of the Eight Hot Hells and the Eight Cold Hells.

For some reason, all the Oni of the Eight Hot Hells and the Eight Cold Hells went on strike.

“How the hell did those stupid bastards even know about strikes?!”

The Oni didn’t know the concept of a strike.

It was a hierarchical society that obeyed the strong, and the Yokai did whatever they were told.

But suddenly, what wind blew?

“All the officials dispatched to the Eight Hot Hells and the Eight Cold Hells have been defeated!”

“Agh! Why can’t those guys handle that?!”

“The scale of the guys’ group is beyond imagination… There was a last contact that they couldn’t handle!”

“A mob is just a mob no matter how many gather! Gather all the officials below Jin and catch them all!”

The head of the Hell Labor Administration was about to go crazy with the endless reports coming in.

The officials sent to suppress the protests were all being defeated in reverse, and not a single guy was raising a victory report anywhere.

“You incompetent and trashy guys! Where did Taihou go at a time like this?!”

“Report! Promotion official Taihou, death confirmed!”

“Agh, I’m going crazy!”

And, immediately after Taihou’s death was confirmed, Oni were swarming like ants outside the Hell Labor Administration building.

Tens of thousands. No, hundreds of thousands of Oni.

They were marching with colorful flags, as if they had dragged all the Oni working in Hell.

The Chinese characters written on the flags were all the same, so they must have gathered with one mind.

He was so curious about the face of the guy who made these crazy morons one mind.

Kuuuuung─!!

“W, what the hell is this?!”

“An unknown aircraft flew in and crashed into the roof of the building!”

“So what is it?!”

At the head of the Hell Labor Administration’s urging, his subordinate immediately confirmed, and he was able to know the identity of the unidentified aircraft that had crashed into the roof of the Hell Labor Administration.

“…What is this?”

“It looks like a sake cup.”

“Do you think I’m asking because I don’t know! Where is the guy who carries this huge sake cup! Wait, this Yokai power, I feel like I’ve felt it somewhere…”

What was stuck on the roof was a huge red sake cup. It was stained with handprints as if someone was carrying it around…

The head of the Hell Labor Administration narrowed his eyes at the Yokai power that was slowly coming down from the roof.

Yokai power was like a fingerprint to Yokai.

Just as each magician emits a different magic power wave, Yokai were similar.

Before long, the head of the Hell Labor Administration pulled the owner of the Yokai power out of his memory.

“…He became a Buddha.”

***

Shuten-doji was smiling brightly and drinking sake in the Gwigwigwibin Room, which was used to entertain VIPs at the Hell Labor Administration.

The red sake cup in his hand was the one that had crashed into the roof of the Hell Labor Administration earlier.

The head of the Hell Labor Administration, who knew that, was waiting for Shuten-doji to open his mouth, full of tension.

And next to Shuten-doji was Goki, the head of the Hell Labor Union.

Goki’s heart was beating like crazy.

After being beaten by Yoosungwoo and inciting the Oni, he felt like he had really become something, so his heart was pounding, but the guys who came into his eyes now were real monsters.

The head of the Hell Labor Administration was an Oni right below the Ten Kings.

Shuten-doji, who was sitting next to him and smiling brightly, was a legendary Oni he had only heard about.

The son of the great Yokai Yamata no Orochi [a legendary eight-headed serpent or dragon], whom everyone envied, and the monster of Mount Ooe, who made Kansai [region in Japan] tremble.

A Yokai in history who drove the Yorimitsu Shitenno, who now reigns as a god in Takamagahara, to death.

“I’ve heard a little about him, and it seems like you guys are making them work too hard. So I volunteered to be a mediator, is that okay?”

“O, of course. Lord Shuten-doji.”

The head of the Hell Labor Administration begged with both hands. No matter how much he was an Oni below the Ten Kings.

He couldn’t compare to Shuten-doji.

What if he was the head of the Hell Labor Administration?

Shuten-doji is a monster corresponding to one of the three great evil spirits of Japan.

Even if he was drinking and laughing now, he was an Oni who might hit his head with that sake cup at any moment.

“Now, if you have anything to say, say it.”

Shuten-doji patted Goki’s back lightly.

Then Goki swallowed his saliva and even took a deep breath.

Goki, who had calmed his pounding heart, handed over the demand documents he had received from Yoosungwoo in advance.

The head of the Hell Labor Administration received the documents, checked them, and muttered with wide eyes.

“Four days a week, six hours a day, lunch time, rest time provided, meal allowance provided, guaranteed paid leave of 20 days or more…”

That wasn’t the end.

“Childbirth support money, postpartum care support money, vacation travel expenses support, business trip expenses support, Future Fill Deduction? What is this…”

The list of demands alone was almost seventy.

It doesn’t make sense.

If they supported all of these things, Hell would be ruined.

Goki believed that Shuten-doji was next to him and shouted confidently.

“If you don’t accept this demand, all ten million Oni belonging to the Hell Labor Union will go on strike! Until you accept it!”

Shuten-doji was looking happily at the sight of Hell becoming a better place to live.