A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 173



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Episode 173. It was autumn.

A quiet cemetery.

A man was walking along a path between rows of tombstones.

His face was not visible because his hood was pulled down deep.

They were wearing baggy clothes that covered their entire bodies, so you couldn’t even tell their gender.

Walking down the road lined with tombstones… … .

Soon I stopped in front of a tombstone.

He stared intently at the words written on the tombstones, then bent down and placed the flowers he had brought in front of the two tombstones one by one.

There were a few flowers left, so it seemed like someone had come and gone.

At that moment, I tried to avoid bending my back again.

A white flower came into his eyes.

I seemed to know the owner of the yellow flowers placed one in front of each tombstone.

She often stops by here and always leaves yellow flowers.

But the white flowers were only placed in front of Tina’s tombstone.

“… … .”

He picked up the white flower carefully and examined it.

It was a flower with delicate white petals and blue interior.

If you brought just one flower, it should be placed in front of Ashvan’s tombstone.

Because none of the mercenaries know Tina directly.

Of course, she passed away a long time ago.

All they knew was that the owner of the tombstone was someone so precious that Ashvan would spend all the money he had worked so hard to save without hesitation.

That’s why they spent a lot of money to have his grave placed right next to it.

However, this strange flower was placed only on Tina’s tombstone.

Who says they only put flowers on Tina’s grave?

Could it be an old connection with Tina, who had passed away a long time ago? The possibility of that was low.

He looked at the flowers here and there, lost in thought.

“… … !”

Soon, a possibility occurred to him, and he hurriedly left the cemetery holding a white flower.

His steps as he walked towards the flower shop on the street were extremely hurried.

* * *

It was a strange place.

One side was freezing cold and a blizzard was raging.

The other side was hot, like walking through a pit of fire.

I stood at the border and walked carefully, making sure not to lean to either side.

I walked carefully, keeping my balance as if I was walking on a single-plank bridge.

As I walked across the border, my body felt like it was split in half, burning and freezing.

I had no choice but to concentrate because I felt like I would freeze to death or burn to death if it poured in one direction.

How long did it take to walk like that?

As soon as I realized I had come a fair distance, I raised one hand.

Moonlight began to bloom in his hand, and soon took the shape of a sword.

I took in more moonlight from the moon that was floating in the sky and watching me blankly, then slammed it down hard on the ground.

Kung-

A sword made of moonlight sank into the ground, sending out a circular shockwave.

The blizzard that blew in without mercy and the pitch-black pit of fire were all swept away in its wake.

I looked around at my son-in-law who had become quiet and muttered.

“That’s it for today.”

I opened my eyes, catching my breath.

Various various – Charrrrrr –

A familiar noise greeted me.

I blinked and looked at the scenery unfolding before my eyes.

It was a different scenery than before I closed my eyes.

The carriage was running along a narrow path between the majestic mountain ranges on both sides.

On both sides of the path, wide fields spread out, and at the foot of the mountain, quite a distance away, a forest of pointed conifers seemed to wave and welcome us.

Trickle, trickle – the sound of a shallow stream flowing beside the road.

Chatter chatter – The sound of the guys chattering down below.

In the field, unknown grasses that grow knee-high sway in the wind.

When viewed from above, the fields of the valley itself appear to shine golden.

The blue sky is high and the fields are rippled with gold.

It was a golden canyon.

When night falls and the moon rises, it will become a silver canyon.

I could see with my own eyes that the seasons were changing.

“… … I think I know why my older sister is living in a remote village with no one around.”

The carriage was racing towards the village of Salos.

It’s been a long way.

About half a year ago now.

The very village where I went to defeat the D-class beast that resembled a wild boar.

Was it this far?

In fact, it was natural that it would be far away since it was a village located at the end of Maya.

At the time, I was so absentmindedly absorbed in other thoughts that I didn’t really feel it. In short, I didn’t have the luxury of being absorbed in the sentiment.

Yeah, what are you hiding?

I was in shock at what had happened to the thirteen-year-old kid.

Cheonma clicked his tongue.

[You’re quite something.]

“I’m saying this because my master didn’t see it. That guy was a serious genius. He was holding a sword for the first time in his life, but he was able to strike with such fierce swordsmanship that it seemed like he had practiced for decades.”

An overwhelming talent that brought me despair.

The memory and the emotions I felt at that time are still vivid.

Because it was that shocking.

Cheonma briefly summarized the shocking experience I had received.

[So you’re saying you got stabbed by a thirteen-year-old kid who was holding a sword for the first time?]

“uh…….”

[How pathetic, how pathetic.]

Cheonma sighed deeply.

Now that I think about it, I was curious.

What on earth is that fucking genius kid doing right now?

What great thing is it that you are doing by giving me such great despair?

As I was thinking about it like that… … I suddenly noticed a fire burning brightly in my chest.

It was revenge.

Cheonma asked in a pitiful tone as if he were about to die.

[Are you trying to get revenge on that guy?]

I responded in a somewhat defiant tone.

“What’s wrong with that?”

[You learned martial arts from me, and became stronger after overcoming many near-death experiences. Are you trying to take revenge on a mere thirteen-year-old kid?]

I declared in a solemn tone.

“I always do my best, no matter who the opponent is. Even if it’s a kid.”

[Whew…….]

Cheonma’s sigh deepened.

Let’s think about that kid later.

There’s a line of guys waiting to get their butts kicked right now.

According to Mary, a resident of Salos Village.

They say there is a captain living in the village of Salos.

He says he also runs a restaurant and makes a living by cooking.

When I first heard it, I was shocked.

What kind of restaurant is this when they can’t even cook properly? Is the owner crazy?

But it seems there are some guests.

I see you haven’t starved to death yet.

And of course, my older sister is with me.

He said he helps run the restaurant by taking orders and serving customers.

It’s ridiculous.

That red witch is a restaurant worker?

A restaurant where Guston the Great Sword cooks and the Red Witch, who burns things down easily, works as an employee.

Who would dare complain that the food is not tasty?

Just thinking about it gave me the creeps.

The moment you complain that it’s not tasty, you’ll be knocking on the door of the afterlife.

Sling-

I took out the silver sword and injected negative energy into the blade.

Then, frost began to form on the sword face, and soon the sword face was covered in white from the cold.

It was just like looking at a snow-covered tree branch.

“hmm.”

After swinging it around a few times, I injected some yang energy into it this time.

As the pure white frost melted in the hot heat, blue flames bloomed here and there like flowers growing on the snow, and soon completely wrapped around the sword.

A fiercely burning flaming sword was in my hand.

[It’s becoming quite natural now.]

His realm has deepened and broadened to the point where he can wrap his sword in flame and ice energy, and it has also become quite natural to maintain the balance of yin and yang within his body to be able to use flame and ice energy.

Cheonma called this realm Seoljicheongyemgong Samseong (三成).

This is the state I reached shortly after leaving Schirnberg.

Still, is it because of the experience of successfully completing the Night Sky Moonlight Strike?

So far, we have been progressing slowly but smoothly without hitting any walls.

Of course, there is one expected wall.

I put the silver sword that had been holding the flame back into its scabbard, then raised both hands and tried to summon the blue flame and white cold air at the same time.

“100 million.”

thud!

Of course it was a failure.

I succumbed to the vertigo that washed over me like a tidal wave and ended up hitting my head on the roof of the carriage.

My head was spinning.

Cheonma nagged at me like that.

[You don’t listen to me at all. I said that you need to have five levels of maturity to be able to do it.]

“… … .”

[It’s not possible at the level of Samseong (三成). There is a time for everything. You still have a long way to go until that time comes. Each of your ice and fire skills must be improved to be possible. Why do you keep trying to use them at the same time instead of focusing on each of your fire and fire skills?]

I answered with my head on the roof of the carriage.

“Because… …it’s cool!”

[… … .]

In one hand, a blue flame. In the other, a pure white cold.

How can this not be cool?

If you show this to your older sister, she’ll be surprised.

It will be possible to take the initiative against the captain.

Or maybe they’re so surprised that they surrender before they even fight.

“Hoo hoo hoo… … .”

Just imagining the captain’s dumbfounded face was refreshing.

You bastard. You didn’t know I would come back as a master of martial arts, did you?

On my way to the village of Salos, I was practicing harder than ever.

Because I have to kick the captain’s butt hard.

Whatever happens, it is only natural that you will have a showdown with the captain.

I know that fact, heaven knows it, and Ketel knows it.

“Okay.”

After I made up my mind, I then performed the Yacheonseongwolgong Ungijosik.

While practicing Seolji Cheongyeom Gong, I also do not forget to practice Yacheon Seongwol Gong and practice it consistently.

As of now, it was obvious that the level of the Wild Heavenly Moonlight was higher than that of the Seolji Cheongyeomgong.

Even if the cold ice and blazing flame attack were to combine, it could be easily subdued with just one moonlight sword.

An attempt was made to create a new season by combining the Night Sky Moonlight and the Seolji Cheongyeomgong, but the result was a failure.

Because I still didn’t have a deep understanding of Seolji Cheongyeomgong’s martial arts, I couldn’t mix it with other martial arts.

As the level of the Night Sky Moonlight and the Pyohaengbi increased, the understanding naturally deepened, and only after mastering their secrets could they be used in detail, it was a natural progression.

I was just impatient and greedy.

[You loser. You have to be calm at times like that.]

Cheonma’s words are right.

You have to calmly kick the captain’s butt.

[That guy’s ass.]

The Yacheonseongwolgongdo is a tower built through constant training, worries, and countless real battles.

It is obvious that Seolji Cheongyeomgong is a more complex and difficult martial art than that, so it will take a long time to become successful.

We need to build a more solid foundation.

Let’s not be in a hurry.

While he was pondering over his martial arts, the carriage continued to move east.

Through canyons, through valleys, over mountains, across bridges, through fields… … .

The thieves and demons who welcomed me every time became great practical experiences for my martial arts.

Unfortunately, no demons above B-class appeared.

Along the way, Mary quickly became friends with Shushuruta and Linda.

It seems like it’s because their mental ages are somewhat similar, just like Joy’s.

Why don’t the kids get along with each other easily?

While eating, he also told Mary stories of his adventures in the Blake Kingdom.

I wake up and practice under the moonlight.

Shushuruta and I, who were having fun eating Unma Breakfast, sat side by side on the roof of the carriage and had Ungi Breakfast.

The thief who broke in was wearing a cool hat, so I snatched that one and put it on.

Shushuruta also ate the elixir that he brought and it was delicious.

I also watched Linda, who was hanging around behind the horse, get kicked by the horse’s hind legs and fly away with a nosebleed.

We all lay on the roof of the carriage and watched the stars twinkling as if they were about to pour down… … .

Then we arrived at a mountain village.

“It’s over there!”

Mary shouted in an excited voice.

at las.

Arrived at the village of Salos.

I got out of the carriage and looked at the houses crowded together.

It was dinner time. White Mongolian smoke was rising from the chimney.

An orange-tinged sunset warmly settled over the quiet mountain village.

Jjolkjolkjolk – The stream that guided us led to the village.

Dragonflies were busy flying around against the backdrop of the pouring orange sunset.

The color had changed since I came last time.

It was autumn.

* * *

Daughter-

A man entered a deserted restaurant.

The man wearing a wide-brimmed hat looked around the restaurant, then walked over and sat down at a table.

A moment later, a woman approached the table where the man was sitting, accompanied by the sound of clattering footsteps.

She was an impressive woman with blazing red hair.

She asked in a somewhat languid voice.

“You are my first guest. What would you like to drink?”

“What’s delicious?”

“They’re all delicious.”

The man smiled faintly.

“That can’t be true.”

The man lifted his hat slightly and looked at her.

His eyes were as red as the woman’s hair.

“It’s been a while, sis.”

The woman’s eyes grew very wide.

Clang!

The tray he was holding fell to the floor.