A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 180



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Episode 180. Sherwood’s Ashvan

I couldn’t contain my anger.

They say that in the mountains where tigers have disappeared, the fox is king.

This isn’t even a fox, this is a fucking weasel cub daring to wear a tiger skin and act like a mountain lord.

‘These little piece of trash dare to attack Sherwood?’

Sven said with a deep look on his face.

“They are acting like Sherwood mercenaries and causing all sorts of trouble. They are tarnishing the name of Sherwood. That proud Sherwood… … .”

It was the first time I had heard that Sherwood was proud, but I was indignant anyway.

“These fucking bastards… …!”

Because Sherwood wasn’t a name that could be tarnished by those bastards.

Now that my second name is also Sherwood, Sherwood and I have become one.

To insult Sherwood was to insult me.

Not metaphorically, but for real.

Sven buried his face in his palms and sighed.

“A lot of people left. It’s because they were doing all kinds of bullying in the name of Sherwood. They would beat up people just because they looked at them, they would go into stores and cause a commotion, they would take whatever they wanted as if it was theirs… .”

The more I listened, the more the thought that I couldn’t save him lingered in my head.

‘You dare impersonate Sherwood?’

Did the liver come out of the stomach?

Miho, who was eating liver, also spoke in a subdued tone.

“That’s something I can’t ignore.”

This is a situation that can never be tolerated.

We need to break the heads of these scumbags.

when?

Right now.

It is common sense to take action immediately once a decision has been made.

“Just leave these kids alone.”

As I prepared to rush in, Sven stopped me in horror.

“Stop it. You’re not the type of person who can do it on your own. You’re an Auror user with a gold shield! It’s okay if you bring other members, but you can’t do it alone!”

In fact, other mercenary members are here.

Miho can easily deal with them alone, but the only people who know this guy’s true identity are our mercenary group.

Everyone just knows her as a magical fox who can talk.

I stared blankly at Miho and then turned around.

Anyway, I’m not the same person I used to be.

“I’ll be back in a bit.”

Sven grabbed my shoulder.

“You’re going alone? Think again. I told you not to go alone. It’s reckless!”

I gently released Sven’s grip on me and handed him a few coins.

“I don’t think so.”

I looked at Sven with clear eyes, and he just stared at me blankly without saying anything further.

“You… have changed. The atmosphere has changed.”

I just smiled and left the store.

When I get angry, my head gets colder.

I walked down a familiar street and pulled the sword from my waistband.

Sling-

Hans’ silver sword, neatly cut in half, greeted me.

It was broken in half, but I couldn’t throw it away because it was too precious, so I just kept it.

but…….

‘I rather like it.’

This is also part of training.

I put the silver sword back into its scabbard.

I gathered my thoughts as I walked.

After we deal with those who are sullying Sherwood’s name, what next?

As planned, we are re-establishing the Sherwood Mercenaries.

Starting from scratch again. Slowly, with my own hands, I will build it.

Since it was shattered because of me, it is I who will put it back together.

We need to spread the word that the Sherwood Mercenaries have been resurrected.

Then these guys will hear the news and come back on their own.

It doesn’t matter whether you come back because you’re curious about the truth of the rumor, or you come in angry because you think someone else is impersonating you.

Strictly speaking, it is the same context as when Baron Barranquilla was beheaded in the Kingdom of Blake.

It’s a time when a flashy prelude is needed to allow the rumor to spread quickly.

And, although the current situation is extremely unpleasant, the stage is set for it.

It’s okay if the guys decide to retire like the captain and his older sister.

You can decide not to return to the mercenary group.

But I have to hear it myself.

Come and look at my face and tell me.

Don’t mumble where no one can hear you.

I fell off a cliff and came back alive, so I deserve it.

You understand, you fucking bastards?

For that to happen, my name must become famous above all else.

It must spread far and wide like waves spreading across the vast ocean.

I need to let you know that I’m back alive.

‘Hmm. Let’s see.’

As rumors tend to spread with nicknames… … .

The devil in the red eye is no good, because my name is missing.

When they hear the words ‘Devil in the Red Eye’, what do they think of me?

then…….

[Sherwood’s Ashvan. How is it?]

Cheonma gave his opinion.

“Hmm. Not bad.”

Simple and good.

Let’s go with Sherwood’s Ashvan.

“I am Ashvan of Sherwood!”

When I shouted, people started chattering and moving away from me.

From what I’ve heard, it seems like the people here now think of Sherwood as a synonym for the Star Scratchers.

A sigh came out naturally.

“Huh… Sherwood’s authority has fallen to the ground.”

There are more and more reasons why you should not keep him alive.

As I was walking down the street, sharpening my murderous intent like a sharp sword, Miho called out to me.

“Ashvan. Give me a sword.”

I looked at the guy with a surprised expression.

“Are you fighting? What’s going on?”

“Do you think I can stand to see them desecrating my treasured home?”

“hmm.”

It was a convincing reason.

Miho has a fixed place to take a nap. A window where sunlight and moonlight shine in without blocking anything.

Napping is important.

But I only have one sword, so I can’t give it to you right now.

“Hold on. I’ll get you one.”

As I turned the corner, a friendly building came into view.

The hideout of the Sherwood Mercenaries.

But, it was a little different from what I knew.

The exterior walls were covered in unidentifiable graffiti, the windows were broken, and broken bottles and plates were strewn about nearby.

And in front of it, some guys were drinking alcohol in broad daylight, laughing.

It looks like it’s been used as a dog park for a while.

‘Oh, you’re getting angry?’

I was angry when I heard it from Sven.

Seeing that sight with my own eyes made me feel excited all over again.

I walked straight towards them with brisk strides.

He took a coin out of his pocket and snapped his fingers to capture the starlight.

A meteor was fired at the guy on the left.

Clang!

The bottle of alcohol he was drinking broke and he fell down with a thud.

“uh?”

The guy who had been blowing the whistle next to me slowly blinked his eyes, then soon glared at me with unfocused eyes.

“What are you, Hiccup? You dare attack the Sherwood Mercenaries? Hiccup. Looks like your liver is out of your stomach.”

Then he came running towards me staggering with his sword drawn.

Shushuruta asked.

“Should I kill him?”

He nodded.

“Kill them. I just decided. I won’t spare a single one.”

“i get it.”

The bastard barely managed to avoid falling and ran straight ahead, then staggered and swung his sword down.

“Yaaaah!”

But that blow of conversion could not reach me.

Because the dagger was stuck in the bastard’s jaw before.

“Snap!”

Shushuruta pulled out the dagger he had stuck in his jaw, and the bastard fell to the ground, blood spraying out.

I slowly approached him, kicked the sword he was holding with my toes, caught it, and threw it at Miho.

“It’s old.”

Miho quickly grabbed the sword handle with her snout.

I asked, looking at the swaying tail of the guy.

“Would you like another sword?”

The guy shook his head.

“No need. Do you really need two swords to deal with guys like this?”

“hmm.”

It’s amazing.

He had no trouble speaking even with a sword in his mouth.

It’s not called a devil for nothing.

Shushuruta asked.

“Are we going to rush in right away? Everyone seems to be asleep.”

What time is it and you’re still sleeping?

It looks like you’ve been drinking all night.

It would have been a great opportunity for a surprise attack, but it couldn’t be done.

Because if you kill them inside, the hideout will become dirty with their blood.

Had to drag him out and kill him.

There was another reason.

That way, the townspeople will be able to watch the detailed process of how the garbage is being disposed of.

This will be the beginning of the revival of the Sherwood Mercenaries.

Sherwood is not a name to be tarnished by such men.

We must become great again.

“Shushuruta. You take care of the rear. Make sure no one runs away.”

“i get it.”

Shushuruta shot the new model straight to the back of the hideout.

Miho looked at me.

“I am?”

“You come here and fight with me.”

“Good.”

Miho wagged her tail.

When viewed from behind, it looks like cotton candy walking around.

I took my eyes off the cotton candy and looked at the messy hideout.

After taking a deep breath, he shouted in a voice mixed with his internal energy.

“Come out-!!!”

My voice echoed through the streets.

I woke up with a start, and I heard them moving around busily.

One of them frowned and stuck his head out the third-floor window.

“What kind of kid is he?”

“Nada, this is a cub.”

The guy glared at me.

“Are you crazy and wanting to die? Do you know where this is and are you messing around? This is the Sherwood Mercenary Corps hideout, you punk! Do you want to leave this world sooner than expected?”

“her.”

Look at these guys?

Seeing him selling Sherwood’s name without any change in expression, I started to feel a little angry.

When I saw the way he acted as soon as an argument broke out, I could easily guess what he was like in normal times.

“Okay. Let’s see what the Sherwood Mercenaries are capable of.”

“What? Did that thing turn?”

“Get down here, you son of a bitch!”

He pointed his finger at me.

“You crazy kid. You, just wait right there.”

As soon as the guy disappeared from the window, I heard the sound of guys coming down, noisily.

A moment later, the door opened wide and a bunch of drunken guys came rushing out of the building.

“What kind of crazy person would dare to talk nonsense in front of the Sherwood Mercenaries?”

“If you’re drunk, you should go home quietly.”

“It’s too late to regret it. I’ll pull out your tongue.”

At this point, the windows of the nearby buildings began to open one by one.

People were crowding around the streets, making a lot of noise.

I guess I’ll just watch to see what’s going on.

The stage is set.

I stepped forward confidently and improvised my lines.

“You bastards are worse than beasts. I just came back from a long trip and there’s a mess like this. How dare you impersonate Sherwood?”

The guys looked at me with wide eyes, slightly surprised.

One of them asked.

“……who?”

I answered confidently.

“This is Sherwood’s Ashvan.”

Groan, groan.

“Ashvan? Have you heard of it?”

“No. This is the first time I’ve heard of it.”

“There was such a guy in the Sherwood Mercenaries?”

“No. I’ve never heard of it.”

“But what is that?”

“It looks like a fox.”

“Why is the fox holding a sword in its mouth?”

“… … Are you still a little drunk?”

The people who had been exchanging opinions soon began to look at me one by one with suspicious eyes.

I scolded them without paying any attention.

“You fake bastards. Do you really like acting like someone else?”

I placed my hand on the hilt of my sword and declared in a solemn tone.

“Fake people. I will give you the only truth.”

“… … .”

“Ask what it is.”

The guy who was swearing at me from the window earlier asked me a question.

“What is that?”

“It is death.”

At the same time, he pulled out the silver sword from his waist.

The bastards blinked for a moment, then pointed to the sword that had been cut in half between my legs and laughed.

“Poohaha!”

Laughter and derision erupted.

I watched the scene for a while, then injected my inner energy.

Woof-

A red aura rose from the silver half-sword.

“… … .”

They all shut their mouths at once.