Vol 7 Chapter 5: Towards the light

"Those things were installed two years ago. It's no surprise that you don't know. The reason is simple..."
Facing grandpa’s questioning, Damian shrugged and frankly said:
Because you have been emptied a long time ago, I have developed a secret party that is only loyal to me in the Assassin League, and even put eyeliner around you.

Lars-Gul was stunned: "Ask me? Still putting eyeliner beside me? What do you want to do? How old are you two years ago! How can anyone be stupid enough to be instigated by your little kid?"
Thalia also seemed to know her son for the first time. She watched vigilantly and glanced over the surrounding ninjas. She never expected that the Assassin League had already split internally. The ninjas secretly divided into two factions. Chang Gong Dou drama is quietly staged behind the scenes!
"It's normal for someone in the league to quietly act on me, right?"
The clear-eyed young man tilted his head, with a weird expression that was defeated by the innocence of the old man: "Obviously, you all publicly proclaim that I am the chosen son of heaven. With a great heritage of warriors, I will surely lead the Assassin Alliance to prosperity. The future leader, of course, will have someone betting on me. I want to be the leader of the dragon and become the starting team of the future leader. This is called "stand early in the team and find a good backer" is the most basic rule of survival in the workplace. I just need to be private. By quietly testing out people with this mindset, and then contacting them in an appropriate way, spreading influence through secret associations and increasing staff, it is easy to pull up an'East Palace faction'."
The teenager pointed to Lars, and said, "Grandpa, you are already 700 years old, let's see what you are like! Many people in the league doubt whether your physical function can be maintained at its peak, and there are even rumors that Lazar The blessing of immortality in the pond of the road is no longer valid for you. Replaced by you, are you willing to follow a dying tiger, or are you willing to play the role of a newborn dragon that is about to soar?"
Lars's face was pale. Today he suffered two defeats in a row. First, he was defeated by his proud disciple Slade Wilson and was cut all over his body. Then he found out to his horror that he had already fallen into the calculations of his grandson. In the ignorance, the family members were quietly evacuated.
Lars-Gul is not a stupid person. It stands to reason that he should have been aware of some small actions in the league, but he can't count as his grandson, he was less than two years ago. The ten-year-old child has never doubted the imperial heir whom he had high hopes for.
This is the darkness under the light. Who would have thought that the only appointed heir of the Assassin League, the least likely to rebel and treason, would be the future leader when he lay down.
He is only twelve years old this year, and the little hooks and hairs that are said to be unpleasant have not grown up, what is the rush?
Damian chose to showdown at such a time, and he must be forced to force the palace. This kid is not satisfied to be the future leader. He is afraid that he is not trying to threaten to save the remaining prestige of the Assassin Alliance and change his dynasty on the spot!
The more he thinks about it, the more desperate Lars-Gul is. This kid has not only mastered the weird superpowers that claim to be "Ancient Chinese Martial Arts", he has the upper hand in strength, and his scheming is so gloomy. A large number of people in the league secretly loyal to him , Once you raised your arms and shouted, the follower must be like a cloud. With him and Thalia, there is no way to come back!
What's more, Thalia might still support whom!
It's terrifying at a young age, so you can't...no...
Lars's desperate mood was eccentrically mixed with a little sense of pride. If you are so, why not worry that the Assassin Alliance will not sweep the world in the future and realize his ultimate dream of purifying the world!
Thalia swallowed and spit, and cautiously said to his son who became more and more unfamiliar as he watched: "Damian... after all, he is your grandfather... Sooner or later you will be the leader of the Assassin Alliance. Why should he be so unrelenting?"
She has always wanted to train her son to be the best fighter king in the world. She hopes that her son can grow into a ruthless and resourceful powerhouse like her father Lars-Goul, but she did not expect her son to be too good for her mother. It is also a burden.
The son has fulfilled her greatest expectations of her son before he was an adult, and now she is about to step on the corpse of the master ninja to sit on the throne of the king of warriors...
As a mother, Thalia is a bit at a loss, not knowing how to stand between his father and son, nor how to face the new leader of the upcoming Assassin League.
It is impossible to treat him as a child. He has shown the style of a qualified leader. At least half of the assassins in the alliance are devoted to him, but he bows to his master and always feels uncomfortable.
Lars-Goul knew that this palace change had settled, and the day the new emperor came to the throne was when the old emperor died. The needless dying struggle would only degrade his reputation for hundreds of years, and his face was indifferent and authentic. "Well, my child, you are far better than I thought! As long as you promise me, you must achieve the ultimate goal of the organization and build an ideal world, and use my corpse as your stepping stone to the throne! "
"Ahahaha...cough cough...I can see such an interesting scene, even if I die, it's worth my death!"
The death knell lying on the ground couldn't help but laughed wildly while coughing up blood: "Master Lars, I really overestimated myself and underestimated the ability of the true heir of the Assassin Alliance, aren't you the same? Maybe, we two will go there On the road to hell, you can still be a companion!"
The black-haired boy smiled and scratched his head embarrassedly: "This atmosphere is too depressing. Don't make it as if I'm going to do something terrible next. After all, I'm not a devil... just like before. As I said, I am not interested in being the leader of the Assassin Alliance, I just want to leave quietly."
The teenager put aside his smile and seriously said to the ninja master: "Grandpa, the reason why I have a showdown with you is not to seize your leadership position, but because I am afraid that you will look back later and check that I will quietly install air defense missiles behind you. The incident with the machine gun tower affects the ninjas who are loyal to me. Since they can't hide anymore, I can only take them away."
Lars and Thalia, as well as the death knell lying on the ground, were taken aback.
Damian opened his hand and said to Lars: "You and I know very well that you are not an old man willing to retreat behind the scenes, and I am not a child willing to pretend to be tender and dormant. I will continue to stay in the league, you Sooner or later, fierce conflicts will erupt between me. After all, if you have a family relationship, acquaintance is also a fate. If you tear your face, you will let outsiders read the joke. The best result is a good gathering.
Abandoning the mother and grandfather who looked at each other and couldn't immediately digest the heartfelt candid words, Damian picked up the limp death knell and threw him to the standing ninja, regardless of whether the masked ninja was once or not. The secret party members who had been loyal to him turned and walked towards the apron on the cliff side of the dojo without looking back.
Most of the ninjas present, including the one who was randomly selected to take the death knell and put him on his shoulders, silently and consciously followed in the footsteps of the black-haired boy, following their new leader, slightly shorter The back figure walked towards the unknown distance.
At this moment, the clouds in the valley dissipated, and the golden sunlight was shining down. From the perspective of Thalia, her son and followers seemed to have entered a sea of ​​dazzling light.