NIS Agents Tearing Up the Japanese Empire - Chapter 85



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There are few in Tokyo (2)

“Hello, new employees of the Chosun Ilbo. First of all, congratulations on joining the Chosun Ilbo. I am Daisuke Tsugimoto, a training instructor and advisory member of the Chosun Ilbo, who will be in charge of training your new employees.”

“… … ?”

Clearly, before losing consciousness, they were listening to the Chosun Ilbo’s new employee orientation in the auditorium, but when they opened their eyes, they were in a dark truck bed, and when they came to and got out of the truck, a stranger greeted them.

“Who are you… …?”

“Are your ears clogged? Or are you just a bunch of people who don’t want to think?”

“What, what did you say?! You just finished talking… …!”

At that moment, when the discontent of the new employees who had been brought here, led by him, was about to explode.

Tsugimoto ran towards him like a tiger, kicked the chest of the complaining rookie, and slapped him on the ear.

Naturally, the newbie was kicked and slapped, and then sent flying.

“Kuhek, kuk kuk… … .”

What was even scarier was that Tsugimoto’s violence did not end there.

He assaulted the new recruit who was lying on the floor.

As he beat up a person as if he was trying to catch them, others could not even think of stopping him and just watched him tremble in fear.

“Kkiuk! Kkeuk! Stop! Stop it!”

“Where! A dog! Is! A person! Talking!!”

“Kkaaaak!”

The brutal violence that had continued for a long time ended with the man being beaten rolling his eyes and passing out.

“Phew… … . Clean it up.”

“Yes, sir… … . Instructor.”

The person standing next to him was someone he had never seen before, cleaning up the thing that was crawling on the floor.

Tsugimoto, who had knocked out a person like that, leisurely walked up to the stage.

Then he looked down at the new employees and said:

“This instructor says that from 23:33 today… … you will be treated like dogs, not people.”

“dog……?”

“What is this sound of a dog eating grass?”

“Can’t you just send me back home… … ?”

The new employees, who had their human rights suddenly denied, were very embarrassed and started talking amongst themselves.

Then a thunderous voice thundered down upon their heads.

“Quiet! Who said it was okay for you guys to bark?”

“… … ?”

“From now on, if anyone speaks anything other than what I am asking, I will punish everyone here.”

“What… is that?”

“Who is it?”

The person who opened his mouth out of habit quickly covered his mouth, but it was already too late.

“Who made that noise?”

“… … .”

Unfortunately, other than the person who made the sound, no one else seemed to have heard the sound and just looked around.

When the culprit finally didn’t come out, the corners of Tsugimoto’s mouth went up.

“Good. You all have great personalities.”

Tsugimoto turned around with a big smile on his face, then wiggled his finger at the person standing behind him and said:

“Bring him here.”

“yes!”

Then someone was dragged out from behind like a piece of luggage and thrown onto the stage.

Even to those who were not well-versed in medicine, his condition seemed to be such that he would have difficulty moving at the moment… … Tsugimoto tapped the boy’s side with the tip of his foot.

“This guy is Hwang Geon-cheol, the only son of a third-generation official who worked in the Ministry of Finance when this country was still called the Korean Empire or Joseon. He was treated like this because he overheard me talking.”

‘Hwang Geon-cheol… …?’

‘He’s a real piece of shit.’

The new employees were surprised twice: once by the name Hwang Geon-cheol, and once by the wickedness of Tsugimoto who had not been discouraged by such background and had created such a situation.

And then, with the final shock of fear that they too might soon be like that, their minds were consumed by the aura of fear that Tsugimoto gave off.

But that wasn’t the end.

“Put Hwang Geon-cheol’s head in his.”

“Woof, woof!”

Hwang Geon-cheol, who had been lying motionless on the floor, regained life and barked like a dog, carrying out Tsugimoto’s orders in perfect posture.

The new employees who watched this had an expression on their face like they were watching an old man who had been a cripple all his life throw away his wheelchair and do twenty sets of lag presses.

“Everyone, put your heads together.”

They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Tsugimoto opened the gates of hell for new employees with a smiling face.

* * *

Since then, horrific training awaited new employees who were about to join the Chosun Ilbo.

The precious children of the family, who only knew how to waste time drinking and having a vague memory of exercising their bodies, were unable to keep up with Tsugimoto’s training.

“Huh? Look at this?”

“Heh heh… … .”

“All parties, prepare to ride.”

However, Tsugimoto was not a person of good character to care for such precious children.

Even the smallest mistake resulted in all kinds of curses and fists being thrown, and everyone was punished for one person’s mistake.

“Heh heh… … .”

“Ugh… … .”

“Ugh… … .”

“Your voice is small! Did your parents give you the bead bag on your lower body so that you could collect beads? Is this all you have to do to get into the Chosun Ilbo?”

“Woof, woof… … . Woof, woof… … .”

“You scumbags! You are worse than maggots swarming in the back yard! You are a bunch of idiots who spend all day eating rice and producing nothing but shit! There is no company in this universe that will accept you!”

“Kkiing… … . Kkkkkkk… … .”

Tsugimoto was a man with quite a mouth, and he would brutally pressure new employees, causing them physical pain while also tearing their spirits to shreds with his mouth.

The new employees, whose hearts were deeply hurt by his harsh words and actions, wept over the straw mats that had been laid out for them to sleep on that night, swallowing their sorrow, while at the same time building up anger and hatred deep in their hearts.

“If you have ears, listen up, you maggots. Don’t forget that it is entirely thanks to the grace of His Majesty the Emperor, the sole god of the great Empire of Japan and the master of Shinto that you are able to work at the Chosun Ilbo!”

“Krrrrr… … .”

“Don’t forget that His grace has given even a little light to filthy people like you, and saved those who lived like trash in the corner of their rooms!”

“Krrrrr… … .”

Tsugimoto emphasized to the new employees that it was entirely due to the grace of His Majesty the Emperor that they were able to join the Chosun Ilbo, and urged them to be loyal.

However, since they were all highly educated people with long backpacks that could have used the Tripitaka Koreana, and whose heads could have been filled with ink instead of brains, Tsugimoto’s words had no resonance with them.

‘Emperor! This cursed name!’

‘Why do I have to suffer like this because of a guy whose face I don’t even know… …!’

‘Kill me. Kill me. Kill me. I’ll kill you.’

‘Are the words of the sages true, that the Japanese are originally wicked and strange, and their faith has fallen to the ground? Although I have acted foolishly until now, I will never fall for their cunning tricks again!’

Everyone’s souls were completely set on fire, burning away the hatred they had accumulated deep in their hearts, making even the devils crawling out of hell terrified, and transforming into someone who seemed ready to defeat ghosts with his bare hands.

So one day, two days… …. a week, a month.

As time passed, their once-obese bodies became slimmer and thinner, and their usually gentle eyes began to shine with a mysterious aura.

“Huh? Aren’t you going to close your eyes?”

“Kkiing… … .”

Of course, that doesn’t mean that their debaucherous past lives have changed beyond recognition in just one month.

The series of events were nothing more than the work of Tsugimoto… no, the man known as the Ghost of Gyeongseong, who took out the roots of the children of noble families and painted them with his own colors.

“I’m not going to tell you how to write a good article. You don’t know how to do that in the first place.”

“… … .”

“But, it can instill in them the fighting spirit and determination to win good articles.”

“!!!”

“His Majesty the Emperor admonishes the young people… … As the old saying goes, the pen is mightier than the sword.”

Tsugimoto took out a stack of sharpened pencils and held them in his hand.

“Today, I want to find out what that means. Is the pencil really mightier than the sword?”

The pencil that had slipped out of his hand was now neatly stuck into a wooden post, like a train running along a set path.

Then he took out a dagger from somewhere he didn’t know where and threw it at the tree.

Then, a sharp sound of cutting through the wind was heard, and Tsugimoto’s dagger struck the pencil stuck in the tree, severing it in two.

“So, what is the lesson we can learn from this?”

“… … .”

There was no one among the new employees who could answer his question.

‘What lesson is there in this… … .’

‘If you answer, they’ll say you answered, and if you don’t answer, they’ll say you didn’t answer… ‘

‘Just give someone a gun and hit them in the head, please… ‘

‘Mother… … I think a bunch of hair will fall out from my crown today. I’ve lost the hair you gave me again.’

At that time, despair was rising among the new employees.

“evil!”

“Oh, Hwang Geon-cheol.”

Hwang Geon-cheol raised his hand.

“May I ask whether His Majesty the Emperor’s lofty teachings that we should always strive to discipline ourselves and keep on working hard are correct, since even pens and swords are ultimately handled by people?”

“What a spirited interpretation!”

“thank you!”

“Okay, applause.”

When Tsugimoto clapped his hands, the new employees also clapped their hands with dumbfounded expressions.

Hwang Geon-cheol smiled as if he had accomplished something, but as soon as the applause died down, Tsugimoto’s face returned to its usual evil appearance.

“Who told you it was okay to talk to people?”

“That, that… … . Ah!”

Oops!

Only then did Hwang Geon-cheol realize his mistake.

Perhaps because the wrinkles in his brain had become so taut from all the hard training, he couldn’t even think of simple common sense!

The other new employees, including Hwang Geon-cheol, were shocked by the dire situation where they had even forgotten their origins, and soon Tsugimoto gave an order.

“Smash my head!!!”

* * *

It’s already been a month and a half since I did that.

After days of suffering, where new employees at the Chosun Ilbo were subjected to physical training that had nothing to do with being reporters…

“Thank you, employees, for your hard work. Now, the final training session is just around the corner.”

“!!!”

The end has finally come.

Some shed tears at the fact that their suffering was coming to an end, while others swallowed all the harsh words they had learned from Tsugimoto.

Although each of them had different thoughts, they all had similar faces filled with smiles, and Tsugimoto was no exception.

“Now, everyone, are you curious about what the final training will be?”

“… … .”

“Hehehe, you have to answer?”

“Yes, yes!”

“Oh, is that the right answer… … ?”

“… … Woof woof!”

Only then did Tsugimoto speak to them with a satisfied smile.

“The last training is extended by one month.”

“… … ?”

“Let’s do it for one more month, okay?”

“… … .”

That day.

The new employees at Chosun Ilbo realized.

The fact that after leaving hell, there is purgatory… … .

NIS Agent Tears the Japanese Empire Episode 86