A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 106



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Episode 106. Laughing While Scattered the Crescent Moon

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The last time I saw it, a thin moon like a fingernail was rising.

Cheonma called it the realm of the remaining moon.

But now that I look at it, it has become as plump and fat as a fish.

“What is this…? What is this?”

I stared blankly at the pond where the crescent moon had descended, my face blank.

A state where the realm of the crescent moon has risen to the realm of the string moon without me even knowing it.

‘I didn’t even practice separately, so why?’

All I did was sleep for two days straight.

Just resting comfortably and yet my realm has improved? Is this even possible?

“… … .”

I thought that martial arts was truly an unknowable art.

There were times when I would swing my sword to my death without any response, but when I fell into a deep sleep, my realm suddenly deepened.

It seems that the strange feeling of strength in my body and the smoothness in my joints since earlier was not an illusion.

Cheonma, who was looking at the moon floating on the pond from the other side, said.

[It looks like you needed a break.]

I raised my head and looked at Cheonma.

[There are times when taking a break is more important than continuing your practice.]

“… … This is the first time I’ve heard of it?”

[You didn’t suddenly rise to the top without doing anything. That can’t be happening.]

Cheonma spoke to me while carrying a backpack on his back.

[All the while you were drawing energy from the tip of your broken sword, swinging your sword like a madman in the open space and training, going on a journey to the Tomb of Oposis, subduing the rampaging Black Knight, and consistently eating breakfast.]

Suddenly a wind blew and shook the hem of Cheonma’s clothes.

Cheonma felt the wind quietly and then continued speaking.

[All those experiences have come together and seeped into your body. They don’t disappear just because they don’t have a form. They were accumulated in your body, but they are now being digested.]

“… … .”

I stared silently at the crescent moon floating on the pond.

[I have a guess.]

“What is it?”

[As soon as you guys returned from your journey, you faced the Black Knight who had gone berserk with a magic sword.]

I nodded.

“That’s right.”

[Haven’t you been able to sleep properly since then?]

“… … .”

[After witnessing the dangers of the Demon Sword with your own eyes, it must have been because of the burden of having to find a proper owner for the Demon Sword who wouldn’t go out of control. The eyes of Oposis, who was looking at you with worried eyes, must have kept flickering before your eyes. There was no room for your mind and body to find peace.]

Since I had no words to say in response, I looked at the crescent moon floating on the pond.

[Then, when Bok-sil took possession of the magic sword and became its true master, you were finally able to relax. You felt relieved and fell into a deep sleep. It was only while you were sleeping for so long that the fruits of your training were absorbed into your body and mind.]

… … I felt like I had slept for too long.

[Martial arts are about stability of the mind and body. The harmony between external and internal skills is important. When the two are in harmony, there is a point where they explode, and that creates a moment that transcends the level.]

“… … .”

[However, the internal energy you had accumulated was slightly insufficient to reach the realm of Hyeonwol, but the elixir you just consumed filled the gap, allowing you to advance to a higher level.]

Cheonma tilted his head as he looked at my expression.

[Why do you have that expression? Isn’t it good? You’re achieving results faster than I expected.]

“… … Good. It was so out of the blue.”

[It’s not a stroke of luck. It’s the result of consistent training.]

I raised my head and looked at Cheonma.

Cheonma smiled faintly while carrying his luggage on his back.

[What did I say? Didn’t I say that enlightenment comes like a thief?]

I blankly stared at Cheonma… … .

At some point a smile appeared on my lips.

“Hehehe.”

[Hehehe.]

“Haha… hahahaha!”

[ha ha ha!]

The master and the disciple looked at each other and smiled.

I put my hands in the pond and scooped up some water with both hands.

The moon was held in both hands.

“Hahahaha… … .”

I laughed, scattering the crescent moons in my hands.

* * *

Charrrr.

The sound of a carriage rolling softly reached my ears.

The carriage was still running hard towards its destination.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I found Linda sitting across from me.

Linda pointed at me with wide eyes and shouted.

“Ah! It’s gone!”

I blinked a few times and asked.

“what?”

“Twinkle, twinkle, light!”

“……light?”

What are you talking about?

It’s hard to understand what a madman is saying.

I looked to the side to hear further explanation.

Shushuruta was also looking at me with a surprised face.

“Ashvan.”

“what.”

“While you were eating breakfast, a light appeared around you.”

… … What the heck are these guys talking about in pairs?

As I frowned, Shushuruta spoke as if explaining.

“Really! A silver light was gently flowing out from you.”

Looking at the young blood of the Knights Templar for confirmation, Walpole also nodded with a blank expression.

“That’s true. Just as you said, a soft light burst out. It was as if my entire body was enveloped in an aura.”

Cheonma testified.

[It’s not strange. It happens often.]

“Oh, really?”

I guess so.

“But Lord Walpole.”

“yes?”

“Why are you doing that?”

I looked at Walpole, who was sitting cross-legged on the seat.

Walpole said, uncrossing his legs awkwardly.

“Oh, I just followed along.”

“… … .”

* * *

The carriage soon climbed over the walls and entered the city.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t watch the process.

As someone who had never been outside of Maya, I wanted to see the city, but it was impossible because Walpole had closed the windows for security reasons.

People say my eyes are too noticeable or something.

Eventually, I could only imagine the cityscape from inside the carriage, listening to the sounds coming from outside.

It was quite noisy outside. The atmosphere was lively, as if there was a festival going on.

The carriage ran through the noise outside, and only stopped when there was no more noise to be heard.

“Please get off now.”

I got out of the carriage and looked around.

It was slightly dark and looked like the basement of a large building, and people were getting off the carriage one by one.

The Black Prince got out of the carriage in front and approached me.

Even on the way here, he couldn’t sleep, as he still had dark shadows under his eyes.

“Are you awake?”

I nodded without saying anything.

“You slept well.”

“That’s right. I had a good night’s sleep for the first time in a while.”

“The final battle is tomorrow. Are you going to rest?”

“Look.”

The Black Prince nodded.

“I’ll assign you a room, so go up and rest. Is your left arm feeling better?”

“Well, I feel better now.”

“Go see a doctor, and stay still and don’t wander around. This is a battlefield. The fight has already begun.”

The Black Prince spoke in a solemn tone, but I yawned and nodded vaguely.

“Tsk.”

The Black Prince clicked his tongue as if he was displeased, then turned around and moved somewhere while surrounded by the Black Knights.

Count Starvanger made eye contact with me once, nodded with a faint smile, and followed the Black Prince.

I looked around and made eye contact with Bok-sil, who was getting out of the back carriage.

Bok-sil came closer, trudging along.

“Devil. Did you sleep well?”

“I slept well.”

“It looks like that.”

“Kyung-eun?”

“I took a nap in the carriage.”

“Great, Bok-sil.”

“… … .”

I glanced at the sword strapped to his waist.

“Is Vlad quiet?”

“Yes. For now.”

“That’s fortunate.”

“But I still haven’t figured out how to use this power.”

In fact, it wasn’t strange since it had only been two days since he had taken up the sword.

It is true that things are difficult because tomorrow is the day of the final battle.

Just as I was about to answer, a dazzling blonde woman in silver armor got out of the carriage that Bok-sil had gotten out of.

“Ah, Lord Ashvan. You’re awake.”

It was Ashley, the captain of the Starvanger Knights.

Why do all the people in the Starvanger family have such good energy?

I have a weakness for nice people, so I responded politely.

“Yes. If you’ve been sleeping for two days, it’s time to wake up.”

“How is your physical condition?”

“It’s the best.”

“That’s fortunate.”

Ashley looked at Walpole.

“Lord Walpole.”

“Yes, Captain.”

“Have you explained the operation to Lord Ashvan?”

“ah.”

Walpole let out a sigh.

“ah?”

Ashley’s beautiful eyebrows rose to one side and in an instant, her face transformed into a fierce one.

When Walpole saw that, he swallowed hard and began to make excuses.

“I forgot.”

“Did you forget?”

“I’m sorry… … .”

“Sorry?”

Seeing him skillfully leading his subordinates, it was only then that he began to look a bit like a knight commander.

Walpole looked at her for help, but she ignored him and left, putting her arm around Kyung’s shoulder.

“Come with me. I’ll show you how to deal with that Vlad.”

Bok-sil followed me without saying anything, as if she had noticed something.

Linda followed and whispered.

“Oh my gosh, he’s getting in trouble!”

“Shut up. Be quiet and follow me.”

“Yeah.”

Shushuruta followed me, glancing back every now and then, perhaps feeling sorry for Walpole who was being tormented.

“A description of the number of participants from both sides?”

“I forgot that too… … .”

“Did you forget that too?”

“I will correct it.”

“Will you correct it?”

Walpole’s voice, which was being completely stripped away, could be faintly heard from behind.

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“Bok-sil, Kyung. Come sit here.”

I taught Bok-sil how to deal with Vlad by taking him with me.

There wasn’t much time because the final battle was tomorrow.

The ones we have to deal with tomorrow are the 10 knights selected by the 1st Prince’s side.

Truly the elite of the elite.

Will the still sloppy Bok-sil be able to win against them even once?

As of now, it is nearly impossible.

The Black Prince said that it would not be strange if someone died in the final battle, so this moment was very important to Bok-sil.

Before it was a question of winning or losing, it was a question of living or dying.

Of course, I hope that Bok-sil doesn’t die. I hope that she doesn’t get seriously injured.

No wonder, he was the most knightly man I’ve ever seen.

I, the knight of knights, sat down at the table of Bok-sil and preached the teachings in a serious tone.

“Listen carefully. Vlad is a beast. He will never listen to you if you try to persuade him with human words.”

“If so?”

“We must open the door to conversation in the language of beasts.”

“The language of beasts?”

“You’re going to get beat up.”

“… … .”

“Okay, like this.”

Even if the owner changed, the nature of the beast hidden in the sword did not change, so I confidently demonstrated.

“You dare to rebel! Rebel! Rebel?”

“… … .”

“This beast of a man. Get behind him! Get behind him! Get behind him!”

I stepped on the bright red sword without hesitation and then looked at Bok-sil with a refreshing expression.

“If you do this, you will become a little more obedient.”

“… … .”

Linda and Shushuruta, who were watching my demonstration, clapped their hands. I don’t know why they clapped their hands.

Bok-sil examined Vlad’s sword with a blank expression.

Naturally, this guy is still alive and well.

There is a reason why it is called the world’s best instrument.

“Okay, Bok-sil. Let’s give it a try.”

Bok-sil looked at me and then at Vlad with a blank expression.

“How can you… … handle a sword so roughly?”

Come to think of it, Bok-sil was a man who cared terribly about his sword.

So much so that he followed Shushuruta obediently, with only a desire for revenge against him.

It was not anger at having been trampled upon, but anger at having had his sword mangled.

“Let me help you.”

“Huh.”

I forced Bok-sil to stand on the sword and then fired a flurry of magic spells at his feet.

“What, what are you doing!”

“If you don’t want to lose your toes, you’d better move your feet quickly. By the way, if you step on any place other than the sword, I’ll break your original sword in half.”

“… … !”

Bok-sil dodged the flying magic and tap-danced wildly on the sword.

“Stop right now!”

“That can’t be happening. Move faster!”

“Huh!”

Every time Bok-sil stepped on the sword, her face distorted greatly as if she was being stepped on.

“Right. The steps are good.”

“Stop it! Stop it!”

“Should I try using both hands this time?”

“Eww!”

Bok-sil’s screams of reverence echoed throughout the room.

Clap clap clap.

As his screams grew louder, the applause also grew louder.

The low laughter of the Heavenly Horse was also added to this, creating a discordant sound of three noises.

It was really nice to hear.