A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 107



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Episode 107. Unmana Breakfast

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To cut to the chase, the plan to trample on Vlad and make him docile was a failure.

The more you step on this thing, the more it rebels like a weed.

Finally, after seeing the guy fiercely rebel, spewing out a lot of red energy and showing signs of going wild again, I had no choice but to admit that my methods were wrong.

Come to think of it, Vlad was the guy who stubbornly resisted despite all the beatings and trampling I did.

The only time this guy was obedient was when he was beaten by Cheonma.

Well, I too would have been humbled if I had been beaten by Cheonma, so I had nothing to say.

“… … .”

We sat across from each other with the problematic sword in the middle.

While I was staring at Vlad, Bok-sil asked me with a serious expression.

“Isn’t there any other way?”

“Well… there is another way… … .”

“What is it?”

In fact, this method was not much different from the previous one.

There are only methodological differences, but the end result is the same.

If what he had done before was to pound the house where the bastard was hiding, this method was to grab the bastard’s hair, drag him out from inside the house, and beat him up directly.

There is definitely more flavor. The problem is that it is just that.

But there is no other pointed way, so… … .

I decided to give it a try.

To use this method, you must first teach the Unki breakfast.

It is difficult to teach the full-scale Yun-gi-jo-sik, which involves building up internal energy in the danjeon and then distributing it to the blood vessels of the entire body.

Instead, I decided to just explain the general principles, methods, and concepts of Unkijosik.

If you just change the word ‘gi’ to ‘mana’, you should be able to understand it somehow.

So, it was like a morning meal.

“Bok-sil is a gentleman.”

“I’m listening.”

First, I tried to tell him to sit up straight, but his sitting posture was already so upright and neat that it could be called a model for a knight, so he didn’t need any further advice.

As expected, Bok-sil is a knight among knights.

“Close your eyes and concentrate.”

“hmm.”

“Empty your mind. Slowly control your breathing and sink into yourself. Slowly. Slowly.”

“Hoooo… … .”

Model student Bok-sil quickly became absorbed in meditation while concentrating.

As expected, he was the knight who subdued Vlad in one go.

It was really great to see him concentrate so quickly.

[There is not much difference between meditation and meditation. Meditation is communication with the inner self. It is the domain of those with strong will and spirit.]

That’s right.

“In that state, you use ki- no, mana. You move mana and slowly swing your entire body.”

“… … .”

“It’s about changing a static state into a dynamic state. It’s not something that happens only when fighting. Just as stagnant water rots, flowing water doesn’t rot. Mana also needs to circulate to maintain a pure state. Every nook and cranny of the body.”

Bok-sil felt the mana inside her body ripple and move slowly.

“hmm.”

I was a little surprised because the amount seemed to be larger than the last time I saw it.

Is it because I beat him up more last time? I think I kicked his butt.

I wasn’t sure. It could have been because I trained hard.

I watched Bok-sil quickly prepare the breakfast with great concentration, and then I noticed two onlookers watching blankly from the side.

Good things are meant to be shared.

Since we’re doing it, I thought it would be a good idea for these guys to join in too.

I also spoke to the two guys who were just standing there blankly.

“You guys follow along.”

“… … .”

Shushuruta and Linda, who secretly wanted to follow along, also took positions without saying much and started eating Unmanajosik.

I also closed my eyes as I watched the guys getting addicted to the lucky breakfast.

Instead of going that deep, he took slow, repeated breaths in a shallow area to calm his mind, then he focused his energy in detail and focused on Bok-sil in front of him.

The world I had seen with my eyes was erased, and a world made of energy unfolded.

Bok-sil, who was terribly absorbed in the fortune telling, appeared in the form of a spirit.

Clean and clear mana was flowing through his entire body.

‘Oh.’

Upon observing closely, I saw that Mana had coiled around his heart like a snake.

It was different from the internal energy being located in the lower abdomen below the navel.

As the mana flowing through Bok-sil’s body gradually became faster, a specific wave of mana flowed out.

[It’s a wave of energy.]

‘Gipa?’

[Each martial artist radiates a different energy wave. This is because each of them has acquired different martial arts skills. The knights here are similar.]

‘hmm.’

[This will give you a rough idea of ​​your opponent’s level. Of course, there are those who know how to hide it, so you shouldn’t blindly trust them.]

Now that I think about it, I remember those who laughed at me for not feeling any mana.

Perhaps they sensed the waves of this mana. Of course, since I don’t have any mana, they couldn’t sense it.

I can feel their mana waves, but they can’t feel mine.

‘After all, martial arts is a fraud.’

I observed Bok-sil carefully, feeling my heart pounding.

The mana flowing through my entire body was getting faster and faster.

The natural flowing waves also became stronger.

Vlad grumbled as if he felt threatened.

“stop.”

At my words, the flow of mana slowed down and gradually stopped.

I said, “I’ll watch until it stops completely.”

“Bok-sil, Kyung. Would you like to move your mana from your heart to your shoulder?”

A stream of mana flowed from Bok-sil’s heart and moved to her shoulders.

“Okay. Now shoulder to elbow. Elbow to palm.”

Mana passed through the elbow and reached the palm.

The flow was very smooth.

I picked up Vlad from the floor and gently put him in Bok-sil’s hand.

Vlad grumbled in defiance.

“Project the mana that has arrived in your palm onto the sword. There will be a bastard hiding inside, so you can find him and drag him out. You can drag him into your mind, or you can talk to him there.”

As Bok-sil’s mana flowed through Vlad’s handle, Vlad’s ominous aura grew stronger as if it was exploding.

Vlad continued to groan and shake more violently for a while, then became quiet.

I opened my eyes and looked at Bok-sil.

A red haze swirled around him.

Her breathing was still calm and her expression was serene.

He seemed to be intensely focused, but he also seemed to be lost in thought about something else.

Either way, it didn’t seem like there was any need to worry about a runaway.

“Okay.”

Now my work is done here.

The rest is up to Bok-sil.

Bok-sil will either drag Vlad out and beat him up, or beat him up right there.

Now it is your fight alone.

I turned my head and looked at the onlookers who had ordered the breakfast.

Shushuruta was sitting so calmly and focused that his presence was almost indistinct… … .

Linda was suddenly busy drawing on the floor with her finger.

“… … .”

Yeah. What can I expect from you?

Just being quiet is admirable.

I quietly watched Shushuruta having breakfast.

It felt like it was dark only on her side.

Suddenly, I remembered the testimony that a soft light flowed out when I was eating breakfast.

‘Does it work differently depending on the characteristics of each person’s mana?’

At that moment, I was so lost in thought.

“Ashban Gong.”

“Ouch, that’s a surprise.”

I looked over with a start and saw Walpole sitting cross-legged a short distance away, looking at me with one eye open.

Walpole looked at me blankly.

“Why are you so surprised?”

I asked, calming my startled heart.

“Lord Walpole. When did you come?”

“Just a little while ago.”

It seems that while I was briefly observing the scenery with my eyes wide open, Bok-sil sneaked into the room.

Although he was spreading his energy, instead of spreading it widely and shallowly, he only projected it in detail at Bok-sil in front, so it was focused only on Bok-sil.

Walpole, sneaking in after a blind spot, spoke shamelessly.

“Anyway, please take a look. Is this the right way to do it?”

Walpole closed one of his eyes, which had been slightly open, and stirred up mana to move within his body.

The look was quite skillful.

Is this your first time? Why do you do it so often?

Walpole opened his eyes and asked.

“How is it? Is this correct?”

“……okay.”

I guess geniuses are different.

He looks about my age.

‘… …Fucking geniuses.’

At first, a feeling of jealousy arose.

I had the talent and martial arts of Cheonma, and most of all, I had a great teacher, Cheonma, who taught me all of that, so I quickly dispelled my negative feelings and added praise.

“As expected, the hope of our Starvanger Knights, the genius who can frustrate many knights. Lord Walpole. Excellent, excellent. He will soon catch up with Lord Curtis.”

Walpole laughed heartily.

“thank you.”

“Ashvan. Why don’t you compliment me?”

When I turned my head, Shushuruta was staring at me from where he was eating his breakfast.

Now that I think about it, that Shushuruta guy was also a genius.

‘A pair of fucking geniuses… … .’

He smashed the jealous feelings that were trying to raise their heads again into pieces with a hammer and then spat out words of praise.

“As expected, it’s our thief cat. A thief cat that’s good at fortune telling? I’ve never heard of one before in my life.”

“Huh.”

Shushuruta snorted and laughed, then closed his eyes again and went back to his morning routine.

“Devil, me?”

Linda looked up at me from where she was drawing with her finger on the fluffy carpet on the floor.

I answered curtly.

“What are you.”

“Praise me too!”

“What did you do well that I praised you for?”

“Ugh… … .”

A dejected Linda hung her head and scribbled on the carpet.

“hmm.”

I looked around at them with my arms crossed.

Although Bok-sil preached the Un-gi-jo-sik method to have a deep conversation with Vlad, it was actually unknown whether these guys would benefit from the Un-gi-jo-sik.

Just as tiles and mana are different, their martial arts and auras are also different.

I watch the guys who are into luck breakfast… … .

I noticed Walpole taking a deep breath after finishing his breakfast and looked at him.

Walpole said, blinking.

“What can I say? I feel like my mind has cleared up. My body also feels lighter.”

I looked at Walpole, who was opening and closing his hands, and asked.

“Is that so? Do you think it’s effective?”

“Yes. It felt like I was flying. Oh, so that’s why you tried to fly out of the carriage earlier.”

I nodded with a serious expression.

“That’s what it is.”

Walpole, who had finally picked up the beans from me, smiled brightly.

“I didn’t know there was such a training method. I’m glad I followed it.”

Even picking up and eating beans is a skill.

I decided to highly praise Walpole’s aspirations for strength.

He nodded and asked.

“Are you participating in the Gyeongdo Battle?”

“No. If I go out, it will only be a disgrace.”

To be humble.

Is this okay? Isn’t this too unfair? I guess I’m different.

I grumbled to myself, then remembered Walpole getting ripped off by the captain earlier.

“Come to think of it.”

“yes.”

“How many people will each side send?”

Walpole hit his forehead.

“Oh, I almost forgot again. I’ll explain it right away.”

Walpole called out the knights of the First Prince’s camp one by one and explained.

In fact, these were all names I was hearing for the first time, so I just nodded blankly.

When the number of articles explaining it like that passed about twenty, I tilted my head.

“Didn’t you say there were 10 people?”

“Yes. But since we can only know the exact number of players on the day of the match, I have only told you the ones with the highest probability.”

“I see.”

Each side will try to find out the number of participants from the other side, and at the same time, they will try to hide it.

I just wiped the information about the twenty or so people I had just heard from my head.

Not only is it impossible to memorize everything, but it also makes your head feel complicated.

It would be better to see it with my own eyes on the day itself.

“Then how many people will be on the Black Prince’s side?”

“As you know, Lord Ashvan, the captain, and Lord Rötgel who is here are participating.”

I said solemnly.

“Bok-sil is a miracle. Call me Bok-sil.”

Walpole glanced at Boksil, who was holding Vlad.

“I heard you don’t like being called Bok-shil.”

“No. It’s just on the surface, but inside I like it. I know that.”

“… …Is that so?”

“Okay. Just listen and keep quiet.”

Actually, I couldn’t hear you because I was negotiating with Vlad, but I urged you to call me Bok-sil.

Because Bok-sil is Bok-sil.

Eventually, Walpole was convinced.

“Yes. Ashvan Gong, Danjang, and Boksil Kyung will be attending.”

“and?”

“Sir Smith and Sir Max from the Black Tiger Knights are dispatched.”

“hmm.”

If you’re talking about Sir Smith, you’re talking about the big knight who sticks around like a gum with the Black Prince… … .

Sir Max seemed like a familiar name, and I guessed we had talked a few times.

I think I saw it when they were trying to determine the owner of the Demon Sword.

You’ll probably remember it when you see it.

So, me, Lord Ashley, Lord Bok-sil, Lord Smith, and Lord Max.

There were five people so far.

“What about the other five?”

“The remaining five are knights who were selected by the Black Prince in advance and were waiting here… … .”

I listed the names one by one, but as expected, they were all names I didn’t know.

I erased that from my mind too.

To sum up.

The knights coming from the prince’s side are unknown.

Our knights are me, Bok-sil, the Knight Commander, Smith, Max, and five others.

“What about the operation the captain mentioned earlier?”

“Oh, I’ll tell you that too.”