Kundo: Age of the Rampant

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In 1862, during the Joseon Dynasty,

The people suffered from famine and plague,

as well as unrelenting

exploitation from corrupt officials,

as well as noblemen.

Peasant revolts were far too common.

Those captured were executed

for breaking the law,

while others fled to the woods

and lived as bandits.

Act 1:
Chusul Clan of Mt. Jiri

This is Lord Jo Won-suk's son Jo Su-in.

My father's had a stroke

and could not attend,

pardon me for coming in his place.

Hope he recovers soon.

It's ivory.

My father's small gesture...

He sincerely congratulates

you on your 60th.

Tell him his gift is happily accepted.

I brought this from China

especially for you,

it's called a telescope.

It allows you to see things

far in the distance.

Extend it out.

Let me try this.

That's amazing!

The Chinese ambassador told me

that you have an eye

for precious Chinese goods.

Governor...

If you'll grant me a private audience,

good fortune will find you.

In a moment.

Of course.

You rude bastards!

Your mourning is ruining our party!

Off you go!

The dead man stopped for the scent of beef.

Don't be so stingy.

Share some of your leftover soup with us.

That is the shittiest

bullshit I've ever heard.

Dead men can't smell sh*t!

He died of starvation,

so if the Governor releases his spite,

good fortune will follow.

The compassion of Buddha.

Even death is not to be feared by

one who has lived wisely.

Rest in peace.

Now that it's over, get going!

Sir.

I beg you a small favor.

In his dying breath...

my father told me never to sell...

this poetry or something.

But since I can't read,

I dunno what it says.

I'd be in your debt if

you could take a look.

All right.

Tang Yin was a Chinese scholar,

painter, and poet during the Ming Dynasty.

It's... none other than Tang Yin.

Are you sure?

I've travelled to China

since childhood with my grandfather.

I'm a third generation

trader so I can tell.

This is genuine.

Tang Yin's poetry for a mere bowl of soup,

good fortune did come!

Bring out the good wine for the governor.

Also prepare some food for the pallbearers.

Yes, sir.

We mustn't drink while we're on duty.

You know how uptight this place is,

it's all from the top, so

set your worries aside.

To give you some more context,

it's said that Tang is

more valuable than the Forbidden City.

This telescope is worthless

by comparison...

- The value of this...

- Quiet!

- Let's talk inside.

- Sorry, governor.

I feel so dopey after just one drink.

You too?

What the heck?

How dare you...

You hag!

'Ethics of Governing People'

Found a good passage in the preface.

Today, those who serve the people,

serve only their own interests,

and do not fulfill their duty.

While hunger and disease

are a way of life for the people.

Civil servants are stuffing themselves

with food, silk, and jewels.

Isn't this shameful?

Isn't it indeed.

Stop this madman!

Who dares to stop

the captain of Mt. Jiri's Chusul clan?

Here they come.

Hurry up, get your weapon!

- You b*tch!

- Stop right there!

I will now clearly recite your crimes.

No need for excuses.

The crimes of governor Choi are as follows!

One!

Stealing from the poor

rather than serving them!

Two!

Forced labor without any pay!

Three!

Neglecting civic duties and

wasting tax payers' money

for personal gain, and so forth.

On behalf of the populace,

we, the Chusul clan,

sentence you to death!

The compassion of Buddha.

Stop it!

It's mine! Mine!

Dae-ho

The Vicious Monk

Tae-gi

Ma-hyang

Chun-bo

Geum-san

KUNDO:

Ouch!

Hurts, huh?

It's supposed to hurt.

Ow! Ouch!

It's okay, you won't die.

Look closely.

My brother is only 18 years old.

Not much older than y'all.

Wow!

You see?

Not even a flinch. But that's not all.

Ow!

Don't be a baby.

You're far from being a man!

Just watch now.

Wow!

He was also a weakling at your age.

But after eating this,

he became a strong man.

Here, here.

Take it, here.

Y'all got it? Now, your turn.

Great.

So big!

Why's your hand empty?

Nuthin' at my house.

Not even rat turds.

What's this bullshit?

Desperate times call for

desperate measures.

Go steal your mum's undies if you have to.

Go on.

That's everything?

During the Joseon era, butchers

were considered the lowest social class.

They were no better than slaves.

Dolmuchi, the butcher

Act 2:
The March of the Dead

Jo Yoon

Jo Yoon, son of Naju noble Jo Won-suk,

was a natural born martial artist,

who passed high-level military exams

at the tender age of 19,

and was promoted to captain at 21.

His combat prowess was next to none.

He had mastered military tactics

and various weapons early on.

His fists smashed rocks,

his spear pierced flying birds,

and his sword sliced the light

and made rainbows.

He was a force to be reckoned with,

to say the least.

Born to a Naju courtesan in a brothel,

he was destined for

greatness or affliction,

depending on which family he was born to.

He was raised by courtesans

since his birth,

and finally met his father at the age of 8.

For a man of such stature,

you mustn't be so frugal.

I knew you weren't an ordinary woman,

but bargaining for the

life of your own son?

What a natural huckster.

His father was Lord Jo Won-suk,

a corrupt former governor

of Jeola province, who built his fortune

by exploiting his citizens.

Lady Jo, who only had 4 girls,

was threatened by the appearance of

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