A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 149



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Episode 149. The Full Moon Fell Silently

On the way to the stadium surrounded by colorful flowers.

Bok-sil ran into Kyung as she was leaving the stadium.

“Your expression is bright. Did you realize something?”

Bok-sil nodded with a bright expression.

“I learned a lot.”

I smiled happily.

“That’s a good thing. That way, it was worth bringing him.”

Bok-sil asked, gently pushing Vlad away with her thumb.

“Is it necessary?”

I shook my head.

“Good luck.”

We passed each other as if we were crossing each other.

I entered the stadium through a path of flowers blooming brightly on both sides.

The wide open space was surrounded by flowers in full bloom.

It was a sight that was once again pleasing to the eye.

I looked at the cold blue ice flower blooming in its center.

Even though our eyes just met, I suddenly felt the temperature drop several notches.

“Flowers should be buried in the flower bed.”

“What are you saying?”

I spoke to the cold.

“Give me that wooden sword.”

Hokhan threw down the wooden sword he was holding.

widely.

I took it and looked at it from all angles.

It was just an ordinary wooden sword.

“hmm.”

Even with Vlad’s attacks that cut through iron like thick cloth, not a single part of it was cut or split.

At best, it was just a little bit of a slap in the face.

I looked out into the bitter cold, swinging my wooden sword lightly here and there.

“But why aren’t you using a real sword?”

“This is a duel.”

It meant that since it was not a real fight where one would kill or harm the opponent, a wooden sword was used.

Of course, I use a wooden sword often when I train.

But that’s only true when you’re a kid who doesn’t know anything.

Once you get used to the sword, you have no hesitation in fighting with a real sword.

Because you only have to stop at the last moment.

Of course, a real sword is more practical than a wooden sword.

So, it seemed a little suspicious that Hokhan insisted on using a wooden sword.

There seemed to be another reason, but it was not important so I passed over it.

Whether it’s a real sword or a wooden sword, it doesn’t matter.

It’s not important to lose.

Hokhan asked, picking up a new wooden sword that had been lying on one side of the empty lot.

“Are you going to do it with a wooden sword?”

I stared at him.

“A wooden sword?”

The cold nodded.

“You can do it with a real sword.”

“no.”

I said, unsheathing the sword I was wearing on my waist and throwing it to the side.

“Me too, a wooden sword.”

“As you wish.”

We glared at each other, holding our wooden swords.

“… … .”

It was a strange thing.

Holding the wooden sword made me feel stronger than when I held the blue sword.

Why?

I observed the posture of the cold heart with a ray of doubt in my mind.

He just seemed to be standing there, loosely, without any gaps in sight.

It was a strange thing.

[Your shoulders seem a little tense.]

Cheonma muttered with satisfaction.

‘Your shoulders feel weak?’

So you’re saying it was stiff before?

Looking at it that way, it seemed like it had become a bit softer than before, and I even felt a strange sense of leisure.

“devil.”

Let’s look, the cold told me as it looked around.

“How about fighting without using mana?”

“Not at all?”

The cold nodded.

“passage.”

“Why?”

“If you use mana, the cold will leak out and the flowers will wither. You won’t be able to deal with it properly like Sir Roetgel.”

I tilted my head.

“Isn’t that my job?”

“… … .”

The cold snow became slightly harsh.

I quickly corrected myself.

“Actually, I am a man who loves nature very much. Flowers are no exception.”

“I see.”

The cold eyes became soft like the spring breeze.

It was an unexpected offer, but it was actually good.

Doesn’t that mean we should decide the match with pure swordsmanship?

It hasn’t been long since I started to receive energy and build up my internal energy.

On the other hand, the other side has been accumulating mana for decades.

When compared only in terms of sheer quantity, they are no match.

Therefore, it is a battlefield that is advantageous to me.

For a moment, I had a wicked thought that since internal energy wasn’t mana, I could use it secretly, but I quickly shook my head and dismissed it.

There aren’t many opportunities to spar with Blake’s strongest knight.

I can’t afford to waste this precious opportunity by being obsessed with competitive spirit.

I refuse to accept such petty tricks.

I am a man who sees far ahead. I am also a man who grows endlessly, and I am especially strong in actual combat.

Anyway, that’s it.

Even in a match where my life is at stake, I don’t want to use dirty methods to win a meaningless victory.

Practice is like the real thing. The real thing is like practice.

“Okay.”

Hokhan stood still and quietly raised his sword, aiming it at me.

I took a deep breath and then took a pose of my own choosing.

Instead of looking straight ahead, he turned his body slightly and raised the sword so that the blade fell diagonally in front of his face.

As he looked into the cold, a blurry blade cut through him diagonally.

“… … .”

“… … .”

We stared at each other for a while like that, gathering our energy.

He had organized his mana, and he was like a well-trained blade, quiet and cold.

I glared into his sharp eyes and opened my mouth.

“hey.”

“Something.”

“If I win, can I hold the sword once?”

The cold nodded.

“If you win.”

At the same time we rushed at each other.

* * *

I had that thought.

Wasn’t the cold so monstrously strong because of the famous sword of Oposis?

Wouldn’t it be worth a try if there were no blue gum frost?

It was a mistake.

Thud!

After clashing our swords once, I quickly turned my body to avoid the sword strike flying at me from a diagonal direction.

Hmph!

A sharp sword strike sliced ​​through the air.

My liver and gallbladder felt cold.

It was still a merciless sword strike.

But I’m not the same person I used to be.

I turned my body in the wrong direction and swung my sword, increasing the distance between us.

Exactly!

Of course, the cold was easily blocked.

He lightly kicked my sword away and then immediately kicked me.

I stuck out my shoulder and blocked it.

puck!

Crazy. Is it true that it didn’t load mana?

It was powerful enough to lift my body slightly.

At the same time, I instinctively kicked the ground.

Instead, he used that power to slightly levitate himself into the air, then spun around and swung his sword down with all his might.

Taaak!

The bitter cold blocked it head-on.

A shiver ran through the hand holding the knife handle.

“… … .”

The cold looked at me with its characteristically cold eyes like blocks of ice.

Even though he moved his body so violently, his eyes remained the same.

The cold asked.

“Is it true that you didn’t use mana?”

“That’s right. I’m doing it in good conscience.”

“I see.”

fault!

We opened up the distance and then swung our swords again like lightning.

Hmph!

I quickly entered the gap of the freezing cold, avoiding the incoming attacks by lowering my posture, and then stepped on his foot.

Bam!

Although it is not good manners to step on someone’s feet while dancing.

Is it the same when sparring?

“… … .”

Looking into his cold eyes, I thought I knew the answer.

I stepped on the cold foot to temporarily block its movements, then swung my sword quickly and small.

Putting my foot down meant that I couldn’t keep it up for long because my movements were also limited.

I swung my sword with all my heart, determined to decide the outcome.

He stood up to the harsh cold without giving in.

Tata dadadak!

We exchanged sword strikes without taking a single step back, like men whose backs were directly behind a cliff.

Then, at some point, the cold snap kicked my sword strike to one side, then stepped forward with his hind leg, shoving his shoulder into my chest.

puck!

“Ugh!”

Boom!

I rolled on the ground.

It wasn’t that painful to roll around because the dirt was soft.

Instead, my chest hurts so much from being hit by a block of ice on my shoulder.

I suddenly got up from my rolling position, took a stance, and looked out into the bitter cold.

“Gasp… gasp… … .”

The cold simply raised his sword and aimed it at me.

Just like when we first started sparring.

His breathing and movements were not disturbed at all.

“Phew… … .”

I stared into the bitter cold, catching my breath.

We can’t defeat that monster like this.

So then, what should we do?

How can I break down the wall between me and that monster?

[Think about it.]

Scenes from my training during that time flashed before my eyes.

[Martial arts do not simply mean the use of internal energy.]

Night sky, stars and moon.

The night sky, the stars, and the moon.

[You used to compare martial arts to magic. But martial arts is not magic.]

Flying in the sky.

Whirlwind. Squall.

[Martial arts is a discipline that continuously advances through countless struggles.]

A technique created by combining them.

[Every martial art has its own secret. The essence lies within it.]

Lucky breakfast.

Breathing like that calm lake.

[Try to unfold the magic without the help of internal energy.]

Sword dance under the moonlight.

[Instill meaning and reason in your body and movements.]

The realization that finally came.

The feeling of breaking down a wall.

[The body is a vessel of energy.]

fault!

I ran into the cold once again with a changed mindset.

The wind guided the way.

I ran like a whirlwind, swinging my sword like the night sky slowly turning dark.

Bam! Bam!

The returning sword strike contained the lingering night sky and flowed away.

Knock knock!

He counterattacked immediately.

He hung a twinkling starlight on the tip of his sword and stabbed with all his might.

Taaak!

The attack was blocked, but the flow was brought about.

I continued my attack with momentum.

This time, he swung his sword as gently as moonlight.

Taang! Bang! Bang!

It wasn’t as fast as before, but somehow it felt easy.

The response to the cold has slowed down little by little.

I could sense that he was having a hard time accepting it.

It does not contain any internal energy.

I just mixed that trick with sword fighting, and it felt like my eyes were being opened.

It felt like each and every attack had meaning.

The cold look in his eyes changed, and his movements also began to change.

Ironically, we started swinging our swords more and more slowly.

If before the sword strikes were lightning fast, now they were slow like a drifting cloud.

I slowly exchanged sword strikes with the cold, as if dancing round and round.

And it doesn’t stop there.

I divided the moonlight into small pieces and captured them in my sword.

Moonlight has many meanings and characters.

The waning moon was faint.

The crescent moon seems to tear apart coldly.

The half moon embraced me warmly.

I also swung my sword quietly and without making any noise.

He also threw his sword coldly and mercilessly.

The attack was smoothly deflected.

What about the full moon then?

Imagine a round moon floating in the night sky.

One by one, the powerful enemies I had defeated came to mind.

Gustave the Cruel.

The Baron’s Knights.

Brothers of Death.

The flute-playing wizard.

Shushuruta’s death penalty.

Linda is crazy.

Nightwalker Assassin.

The evil spirits running wild in the playground.

The Knights of the Second Prince.

Wolfgang consumed by the demon sword.

Silent Victor.

Van Dyke in the iron cage.

And then, back to the Knight of the Cold.

‘The body is a vessel of energy.’

I felt the full moonlight seeping into my body.

An unknown joy heated up my whole body.

“Hehehe.”

I raised my sword above my head.

The bitter cold suddenly opened its eyes wide

I quickly raised my mana.

Over the head of the bitter cold.

The full moon fell silently.