Life is Easier If You're Handsome novel Chapter 246

Before Kiryuu Sota Met Kim Donghu

"Thank you for agreeing to meet me on such short notice."

"Not at all. It was you, Director Kiryuu, who extended the invitation. I’m the one who should be grateful."

Kiryuu Sota first met with Choi Seokho, but calling it a "first" meeting felt a bit funny.

The detailed contract should have been handled by this side anyway.

Glance.

‘How can someone who looks so ordinary be like this?’

The world is vast.

As Kiryuu looked at Seokho, he realized just how narrow his own perspective had been.

This man, who looked so plain,

led an entire agency, and now that agency was the best in Korea.

‘Is this the kind of person who could contain a dragon?’

As these thoughts ran through his mind, Kiryuu’s mouth was about to open again when—

"By the way, it seems like times are changing really fast these days."

Seokho was the one to start the conversation.

"Hmm?"

"Ah, well, when we were younger, blood types were all the rage, but now it’s all about MBTI."

What is that, anyway?

I think I know a lot about the world by now, even though people are still born in the year 2020.

But it seems there’s always more to learn.

A sudden, irrelevant personal conversation.

But it felt so natural that Kiryuu went along with it.

"Ah... that’s right. Honestly, I don’t believe in it. Like INJP... that kind of thing."

"Hmm? Oh, yeah... JP... it’s so Japanese, that’s nice."

"With all the trends and the way people talk nowadays... It’s clear how quickly generations change. Media is lagging behind now."

"It’s probably because you’re a master, huh? That’s exactly what I mean. The media is falling behind."

"Especially in Japan, where live-action films are declining. Most are for domestic consumption."

"Isn’t that the way it’s always been? The most authentic things from a country become the most global."

Using the words of a great master,

Seokho smoothly took charge of the conversation.

‘...What kind of conversation is this? Why am I talking to this man about this?’

Normally, I would’ve just discussed the contract terms, sent the script to Kim Donghu,

and called it a day, ready to stand up and leave.

But why was this conversation continuing?

Flap.

Flap.

A different sound came from behind.

I hadn’t noticed, too caught up in the conversation,

but now I realized that—

‘Was he flipping through the documents?’

Since when had he been reading through the contract so meticulously while leading the conversation?

Can that even be done? I thought as I observed.

Seokho silently closed the contract and smiled gently.

"The terms are quite something. Honestly, I didn’t expect to receive this kind of investment in Japan."

"Because you’re an actor of that caliber."

"But Musashi... he’s one of Japan’s iconic figures. Won’t there be any controversy?"

"I plan to turn even that controversy into publicity. Once it’s properly set, anyone would be curious enough to watch."

"Ah, I see... That’s definitely a smart move."

The contract was fine, and now it was just a matter of Kim Donghu reviewing the script and deciding.

Once those words were said—

‘Now I understand why there’s never any mess around Donghu-san.’

Kiryuu looked at Seokho again.

This man was the perfect filter.

He was there to protect all the artists at the agency,

while at the same time, ensuring that Kim Donghu, the dragon, could soar freely, without restraint.

With Seokho’s approval, the time shifted back to the present.

‘So this is the moment when I finally get to show this script to Donghu-san.’

Kiryuu watched Donghu nervously.

How would this man judge the script he had created?

There had never been a moment in his life when he felt so nervous.

***

Kill or be killed.

The battlefield is incredibly simple.

A place where humans, who have honed their intelligence over time,

are forced to return to their most primal state.

That’s the battlefield.

Unaware that their bladders have loosened, they urinate as they scream, swinging their swords to overcome their fear.

That is war.

It’s a level of barbarism unlike anything in modern times.

An age of cold weapons, devoid of intelligence.

In that place, I—

"...."

Was hiding.

For a simple reason.

I didn’t want to die by a blind sword.

"KRAAAGH!"

This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.

Someone on our side had just been struck down by an ally’s sword.

Fear clouds one’s vision, so how can they distinguish friend from foe?

Blood splatters across the face, staining the clothes.

In such a situation, how many would be able to keep calm?

Thud!

Raising a sword high and bringing it down will kill a person.

It’s really that simple.

It cuts through leather, severs muscles, and breaks bones.

No complicated process crosses the mind at that moment.

Swordsmanship, military tactics, the art of the bow and blade.

When did all these complicated terms start to shape war?

Anyway, the real issue is showing off.

Look at it now.

"Kck, urgh...! Y-you coward...!"

When you're dying, you beg for your life.

But to curse the person who’s still killing you is the most pitiful thing you can do.

"This is why it’s so hard to die with a smile."

Once a knife is buried in someone’s body, you don’t pull it out.