A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 159



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Episode 159. Have you ever seen ice burn?

Even though Linda is a villain who has done many terrible things.

Anyway, this is my party now.

When I saw her getting beaten up by some worthless bastards, my head started to heat up.

‘Those kids dare touch our Linda.’

There was someone who stepped forward before me, and that was none other than the Shadowless Swordsman Shushuruta.

“Hey you guys! Who the hell are you beating up!”

Shushuruta, rushing forward like a gust of wind, kicked the face of a man who was stepping on Linda.

Kkudangtang!

“You’ve lost your wits! Do you know who this guy is?”

As the guy who had been happily beating Linda fell down, the guys who had been hesitating for a moment realized that the one who had attacked was a small woman and immediately rushed at her.

“Take care of that girl!”

The guys threw their fists at Shushuruta.

“How ridiculous!”

But Shushuruta easily dodged them and beat them up well.

Then one of them pulled out a dagger.

“Dead!”

First, confirm that the woman is relatively small in size, then attack her in a group.

Second, it seems that he takes out his sword without hesitation when he feels that he is at a disadvantage.

Third, I could tell what level these guys were at.

I immediately shot the new model at them.

When a large number of these rascals rush in, it is inefficient to sit back and beat them up one by one.

In times like this, you just need to catch one guy and beat him up hard.

I ran like the wind and kicked the leg of the guy who pulled out his sword.

Bam!

“Ugh!”

I could clearly feel my bones breaking.

I immediately grabbed the wrist holding the knife with one hand and then struck the bastard’s elbow with my elbow, bending it in the opposite direction.

Crunch!

“Ahhhhh!”

The bastard’s desperate scream startled them and they turned their attention to me.

This is the highlight.

I grabbed the guy by the collar as he was about to fall and beat him until his face turned red.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Then he threw the drooping guy against the wall.

bang!

The bastard fell down covered in blood.

Let’s just take a look at those guys… … .

“Run away!”

The bastards abandoned their battered comrades and ran away.

I watched them run away, then looked at Linda, who was crouching, clutching her bag tightly.

Linda, covered in dust, jumped up, laughed, and handed me her fat bag.

“Devil, over here. I bought a bunch of beef jerky and dried fruit!”

“……you.”

Just as I was about to say something, Shushuruta grabbed my arm.

“First of all, you’d better get out of here. People are coming.”

People were gathering in the alley, murmurs and chatter.

I slung the bag Linda handed me over my shoulder and said,

“… … Let’s go for now.”

* * *

Various various – Charrrrrr –

First, I left the castle gate before I got involved in anything useless.

The carriage that Shushuruta had brought back seemed to be a converted cart, but it was quite clean and in decent condition.

Daryl sat on the stable, held the reins, and drove the carriage.

Neiman, who was sitting next to Daryl, turned around and asked.

“What happened?”

I pointed to Linda, who was covered in dust, and explained simply.

“This guy was getting beaten up by some guys in the alley.”

“Oh, man. What do they look like?”

“Well. They seemed like teenagers growing up quickly. They didn’t look like they were in their twenties.”

Neiman clicked his tongue.

“Justin’s gang. They’re bad guys who only attack those who look weak. Looks like you’ve entered their territory.”

“zone?”

Neiman nodded.

“There are some alleys, but the townspeople don’t go there.”

“hmm.”

“They’re a headache for the village. We get requests to exterminate them all the time, so mercenaries like us sometimes pass through those alleys on purpose, and when we do, it’s completely quiet, not a single ant is there. They’re really clever.”

“I see.”

Neiman glanced at me.

“How did you do it?”

“I didn’t kill him.”

“You didn’t kill him?”

“I caught the one who bravely pulled out his sword first and made a blood clot. He won’t die. Probably.”

Neiman nodded.

“It’s probably Justin. He’s already a headache for the town, so they’ll just hush it up. They’re probably grateful, since they’re so good at running away.”

“Then that’s good.”

I said that and looked to the side.

Shushuruta was nagging Linda while dusting off her clothes and hair.

“I can’t live like this. What is this?”

“Hehehe.”

“What are you laughing about? Why did you just sit there and let those bad guys beat you up?”

“Because the devil told me to.”

These are words that cannot be overlooked.

I sat across from Linda and looked straight at her.

“Linda.”

“huh.”

“You were quietly getting beaten because of what I said?”

Linda nodded.

“The devil told me not to kill or hurt anyone. Not to use poison. That’s why I didn’t kill anyone. Did I do a good job?”

“… … .”

I took a deep breath and said.

“no.”

“no?”

Looking at Linda, who was tilting her head… I said somewhat emotionally.

“If something like this happens again.”

“If you have it?”

“At that time, just kill him. That’s better than just getting beaten up. At that time, use poison.”

“Oh, my.”

“Don’t kill them so often. The best thing to do is just leave the place. Got it?”

“Hehehe.”

“Are you listening to me?”

“Yeah, I get it, devil.”

Linda was looking at me with a smile on her face, so I roughly brushed away her hair and checked the bag she had brought.

“Let’s see. Did you do your errand well?”

Linda said confidently.

“Okay! Check it out!”

When I opened the bag, it was full of jerky and dried fruit wrapped in clean paper.

“How is it? How is it?”

I picked up a piece of jerky and put it in my mouth.

“hmm.”

It was salty and tasted pretty good.

He took out a handful of dried fruit and handed it to Shushuruta, who was loitering nearby, and said:

“At this rate, I won’t starve to death.”

“Hehehe.”

I frowned at Linda, who was smiling brightly while I was getting beat up by some worthless guy.

“What are you splitting?”

“Hehehe.”

“… … Tsk.”

I have complicated feelings.

I felt a bit uncomfortable looking at Linda, so I grabbed some beef jerky and climbed up onto the roof.

“Ah, it’s running away!”

“Be quiet.”

I climbed up onto the roof of the carriage and muttered while nervously chewing on the jerky.

“Fuck. What are you laughing at so much?”

Cheonma, who had been watching quietly, asked.

[Are you angry?]

“not really.”

I chewed on the jerky while listening to Cheonma’s soft laughter.

* * *

The carriage proceeded smoothly without any problems.

The two mercenaries sitting on the horse’s wheel would greet passersby, exchange light jokes, and ask how long it was until they reached the next town.

It was a peaceful sight.

I sat on the roof, felt the wind, and took in the view for a while… … .

I closed my eyes quietly.

A man eating breakfast on a moving carriage. That’s me.

The carriage would occasionally shake or rattle, but that was about it.

To me, a fortune teller, it’s just a minor obstacle.

I played around with the moonlight moving around in my imagination under the night sky.

I’m not literally playing with it, I’m just studying its characteristics.

The full moon had a different side to it.

It wasn’t as dazzling as sunlight, but it never felt lacking.

If you sit under the quietly pouring moonlight… … .

I feel so fulfilled.

It’s quiet.

Is it so quiet that it is full?

It feels like I’m floating on a calm lake.

There is plenty of room.

I was so lost in the moonlight… … .

Suddenly, Cheonma’s voice was heard.

[That’s enough.]

I slowly opened my eyes.

The horse carrying a load on its back was staring at me blankly from across the pond.

“what?”

[The basics are covered. I will teach you other martial arts.]

I blinked while looking at Cheonma, letting the moonlight that had settled like snow here and there on my body flow away.

“Wasn’t it supposed to tell you once you’ve completely conquered the realm of the full moon?”

[It is nonsense. Originally, there is no such thing as complete conquest of a certain realm. It is foolish to set an end to something that has no end.]

I asked with a puzzled face.

“You said to conquer the Night Sky Moon?”

[As I said, there is no end to martial arts. I just set a standard of “this is enough”, and there is no other reason.]

I looked at the Cheonma sitting there indifferently and asked.

“So, Master, have I passed the benchmark?”

[Yes.]

Cheonma nodded slowly.

[This does not mean that you should stop practicing. Just keep practicing the full moon and make it truly yours.]

“hmm.”

[With that, it would be okay to say that you have mastered the Night Sky Moon Art. It’s just that your internal energy is not deep enough, so there are limitations to its use.]

Cheonma quietly raised one hand.

Then, the moonlight that was flowing down all over my body flowed towards Cheonma.

Cheonma gathered the moonlight that had gathered in his hands into a single point and snapped his fingers.

Peeing!

The moonlight that had been flying by hit the full moon in the night sky and soon began to pour down like snow.

“Hey… … .”

It was a beautiful sight.

I stared, dumbfounded.

The softly shining snowflakes were falling in flutters.

They fluttered here and there, decorating the night sky with moonlight.

I held out my hand and caught the falling moonlight snowflakes.

How can I make moonlight fall like snow?

If you make moonlight pour down on someone’s head like this… … .

He will have to fend off hundreds and thousands of sword energies that slowly fall on his head.

I looked at the Cheonma across from me.

He was looking at the scenery he had created without any interest.

“Is this not even the completion of the full moon?”

Cheonma answered, still looking up at the sky with indifferent eyes.

[As I said, there is no end to martial arts. There is only a beginning.]

I watched the pouring moonlight and the Cheonma looking up at the sky within it.

It was a premiere. I felt a sense of indescribable excitement.

Is this the appearance of a transcendent being?

If a god were to descend, wouldn’t he look like this?

“… … .”

But, something strange happened.

Suddenly, that Cheonma looked lonely.

It looked dignified, but lonely at the same time.

He appeared to have no emotion whatsoever, even though he performed miracles with just a light gesture.

… …Why is that?

I remembered what Cheonma had said one day.

I told you that watching me fight was a hundred times more fun than watching those cultists bow their heads in frustration.

If that’s the case, then no one challenged Cheonma. They just bowed their heads in fear.

Was the absolute being without rivals lonely because there was no one who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him?

Was it because he was bored without an opponent he could freely clash swords with while performing such miracles?

Could it be that he has become bored because no one dares speak to him carelessly?

I guess… … .

For a man of the caliber of a thousand horses, it would have been rare to find someone who could even look at him, let alone speak carelessly.

Most people would have lowered their eyes or bowed their heads, not daring to meet their gaze.

What would it have felt like?

When you look around but can’t find eye contact.

It was such a distant place that I couldn’t even see it, so I couldn’t even imagine what it would feel like.

I came up with one hypothesis.

Wasn’t there a time when Cheonma was weak like me?

“… … .”

I will correct it.

It may not have been as bad as mine, but I think there were times when I was incredibly weak compared to now.

Wasn’t there a time when, although weak, he would advance by killing strong enemies one by one with his poison?

Wouldn’t he have been lost in reminiscence, recalling the times when he threw himself into the line of fire and hit the enemy with his whole body? While looking at the cult members who were bowing their heads.

So, wasn’t it because he was enjoying himself by watching me fight and thinking back to himself back then?

The image of Cheonma looking down at the disciples who were bowing their heads to him with their hands behind their backs came to mind.

I humbly pledged.

“I will work even harder, Master.”

Cheonma’s indifferent gaze came towards me.

I didn’t avoid his eyes.

[Or so.]

“… … .”

I felt a little discouraged for a moment, then asked Cheonma a question.

“So, are you teaching me a new martial art?”

[Yes.]

I immediately got down on my knees.

“Master, I am ready.”

[I still.]

“… … .”

Cheonma snickered after seeing my expression.

[Isn’t this on a rattling carriage? It’s difficult to teach right now. Have you forgotten how delicate a task it is to learn martial arts?]

“no.”

[We decided to get started learning it properly after getting off the carriage.]

I felt my concentration suddenly fading.

[Let me explain it first.]

I felt my ears perk up.

“I am listening, Master.”

After a long pause, Cheonma opened his mouth.

[The martial arts that I will teach you this time are the martial arts of fire and ice.]

“……yes?”

Cheonma asked with the corners of his lips raised.

[Have you ever seen ice burn?]