“Mm?”0

Nakata Yuji stared weirdly at Nobuo some distance away. That unknown warrior definitely spoke Korean, didn’t he?0

Someone speaking Korean in the gathering of Japanese warriors? Nakata Yuji smirked softly at that.0

There was nothing to be surprised about here. After all, weren’t the two men right next to him also Korean?0

“Is he a Korean-Japanese?” Nakata Yuji narrowed his eyes.1

Everyone knew that a sizable number of Yakuza members were Korean-Japanese. It was just that no one openly talked about it. This situation wasn't all that surprising, considering that targets of discrimination like them were easy prey to the allure of the criminal lifestyle.0

The martial world was obviously somewhat different from the criminal underworld, but the situation was more or less similar.0

The renowned warrior clans and families had formed the central pillars of Japanese martial society since the Warring States period. But it was impossible to fill the ranks of grunts with famed warriors. As such, meat shields were always in demand, and the discriminated Korean-Japanese thirsting for better things in life were perfect for that role.0

Of course, with their bloodline being what it was, they’d never climb high enough in the hierarchy. However, they seemed to have already tempered their expectations in that regard, anyway.0

This situation was only possible...0