A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 210
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Episode 210. Arthur
Ten days have passed.
“Haam… … .”
The convoy proceeded peacefully.
I’m so bored I’m about to yawn.
Suddenly, I looked back and saw a huge line of wagons stretching far into the distance, seemingly endless.
If he was a minister, he was a minister.
I turned my head and looked ahead again.
As you head west, the forests become less and less dense, and plains now dominate the landscape.
The low hills rose up here and there, and the warm late autumn sunlight was slowly seeping through them. The deep shadows were beautiful to look at.
I chuckled as I thought about how the hill I went in and out of looked just like the belly of the earth.
[… … Pathetic guy.]
But there was a faint smile on Cheonma’s lips as he spoke.
-But where are we going?
-You idiot, you’re heading towards the setting sun.
-Who doesn’t know that and asks?
-I’m sleepy…….
I was on the roof of a large wagon, but I wasn’t alone.
Some of the spirits that followed Hurd around, perhaps because they were bored, followed him out.
These guys would nag in front of me, sleep on my lap, or climb on my shoulder and whisper in my ear to sign a contract.
It was bothering me in many ways.
With Crazy Linda gone, this time it’s the crazy spirits.
“Get off me, you annoying spirits. Get off me!”
-Wow!
-Run away!
I’m not even surprised anymore.
The spirits laugh and run away somewhere, as if they thought it was a game.
They’ll run around playing and then come back and get crushed.
But for a while, peace will come.
After chasing away the spirits, I decided to practice for a while.
Even though I’m on a mission, I’m a training addict who can’t let go of my training for even a moment.
Naturally, being the person in charge of this long carriage procession carries a heavy burden on my shoulders.
I can’t eat breakfast because my shoulders are heavy.
Instead, I decided to play with two opposing energies.
Then, if a flash of inspiration comes, it would be nice to create one or two new seasons.
I performed the Seolji Cheongyeom Gong (雪枝靑炎功) and secretly put the energy of Seolji (雪枝) and Cheongyeom (靑炎) into my left and right hands respectively.
Saaaaa – Hwaruk –
The left hand scattering pure white cold air and the right hand overflowing with blue flames.
After ascending to Chilseong, his power became even stronger.
If you bring these two close to each other… … .
Woohoo!
They push each other away, opposing each other fiercely.
If you force them together here, they will spin around and around, pushing each other away like deadly enemies… and eventually, with a bang! It will explode with a loud noise that sounds like the sky turning upside down.
Its power has been confirmed before.
A destructive force that could instantly destroy that solid wall with just a much weaker force than now.
The downside is that I almost got destroyed too.
[That explosion was, so to speak, a side effect of immaturity. It was the result of not being able to perfectly control the two energies. I never expected that it would create a new season.]
As Cheonma said, Seolji Cheongyeomgong was not a martial art that had this explosion in mind in the first place.
As the name of the skill suggests, it is a blue flame that wraps around snow-covered white tree branches like a snake.
In other words, it means a martial art that focuses on swordsmanship.
I just took a side trip for a moment and did something strange that even the Heavenly Horse could not have predicted.
‘Blue flames coiling around the snow-covered white branches like snakes… … .’
Although it is a metaphor, Cheonma’s martial arts have a somewhat intuitive aspect.
It literally means to freeze the sword white and then surround it with blue flames.
[Correct.]
Cheonma agreed.
But how do you get these guys with such strong repulsive powers to get along without exploding?
It seemed impossible to me.
As if you had to make the water burn.
As if you had to make the fire flow.
It seemed like nonsense.
[Only by realizing this can one attain the Eightfold Path, and only then can one truly attain the skill of Seolji Cheongyeom Gong.]
“Hmm.”
I just don’t understand it.
If that’s what Cheonma said, then I have no choice but to follow it.
It’s not nonsense.
It’s just that I’m lacking.
If that’s what Cheonma is like, then that’s what it is.
Who dares to spit on the words of the heavenly Master?
[Is there anyone else besides you?]
Now that I think about it, I was the only one who could communicate with Cheonma.
Because it’s stuffed in my head.
‘Hmm. I have nothing to say.’
Since I had nothing to say, I focused on the Seolji Cheongyeom Gong.
So, according to Cheonma, these two must be combined.
But we have to combine them so that they don’t explode.
‘how?’
I looked at the two energies that were still pushing each other hard.
What I’m saying is that we have to somehow overcome this tremendous resistance…
I was worried that it might explode, so I reduced the energy as much as possible, held it in my palm, and then carefully placed the two against each other.
But isn’t it true that even with just a very small amount of energy, they push each other away and go crazy?
“Ugh… … !”
I tried to combine it somehow by gently coaxing it, and then just before it spun around and exploded, I absorbed it back into my body.
“Phew… … .”
difficult.
It’s so damn difficult.
I can’t see any way out of this.
But as difficult as it is, if you do it, you’ll feel a sense of accomplishment. Of course, there’s a reward.
I’m excited to see how strong I can become.
There are things in this world that are easy and things that are fucking hard.
Even if you do easy things, you don’t get much of a sense of accomplishment.
Just like I don’t feel a sense of accomplishment every time I drink water or eat food.
On the other hand, difficult tasks are difficult to accomplish, but when you do them, you get a corresponding sense of accomplishment and satisfactory results.
If so, then what we want is going to be fucking difficult.
Isn’t that right?
[Stop talking nonsense and start practicing.]
“yep.”
After that, I tried to combine the two energies several times, and I even lay on the roof of the carriage and thought about the new season.
Before I knew it, I had returned and jumped out of the carriage, riding on the back of one of the spirits that had been hovering around.
The one I rode on was a deer with impressive antlers, and when I got on its back, it was so excited that it didn’t know what to do.
-Shall I run? Shall I just run now? Shall I run endlessly across that vast meadow?
“Just stay still.”
As I was calming the guy down, Camus, who was riding beside me, looked at me.
He was in charge of the first and second carriages.
“Huh… It’s always fascinating to see. Is that what a spirit is?”
“Then. It’s not a ghost or anything.”
To other people, it appears as if it is floating in the air.
“I’ll take a look around and come back. Let’s just keep going like this.”
Camus nodded.
“Don’t worry, Captain. Just go on your patrol.”
I headed back, gently calming the excited deer.
“You bastard. Calm down and let’s go to the back.”
-okay!
While everyone else was moving forward, I was the only one moving backward.
The procession of twenty carriages continues to advance.
There was no need to rush because if you just stood still you would naturally fall behind.
It was one of my routines.
As the general manager, I will look around and make sure there are no abnormalities.
And if there are no abnormalities, just scout the surrounding area and come back.
When I think about it, it seems like he’s wandering around looking for something ideal.
That wouldn’t be entirely wrong.
I’m bored, what can I do?
Up until now, it was just a few stupid D-class demons fearlessly rushing in.
Of course, Sherwood didn’t need to come forward, and the other mercenaries were sorted out.
There was also a C-class demon I found while scouting, and I chopped it up right away by my hand.
I rode on the back of a deer, which was trotting away excitedly, and slowly marched against the procession.
Surprisingly, the deer’s ride wasn’t bad.
I slowly walked back… I approached the men in charge of the third and fourth carriages and asked them to accompany me.
“Arthur.”
“Captain, have you called?”
A gruff man wearing a wide-brimmed hat looked at me with a gruff face.
I said, pointing to the back.
“I was thinking of taking a look around, so let’s go together.”
“Okay.”
Arthur immediately turned his horse and began to march backwards with me.
Naturally, the carriage that Arthur was in charge of was filled by additional mercenaries in the front and back.
Arthur was a man who was in Camus’ group, and he was a man of few words, befitting his deep voice.
So, you could say he’s the polar opposite of Camus.
A man who is good at telling stories and a man who is good at listening to them.
So that’s why you became a group.
I quite liked him because he was a man of substance in his words and actions.
The man’s voice was extremely serious, and his beard was so well-grown that it reminded me of Bok-sil.
So that’s why I felt close to you? I couldn’t figure out why because I don’t know my own mind clearly.
I often called Arthur over and we went on patrols like this.
He wasn’t the type to talk much, but somehow I felt reassured and comfortable when he was around.
He was a man with a strange charm.
I slowly walked back with Arthur, receiving reports from the mercenaries in charge of each carriage.
The reporting system was simple.
As I slowly turned back and made eye contact with the guys, they were walking beside the carriage on horseback, either glancing at me or nodding their heads, each pretending to recognize me in their own way.
That meant ‘no problem’, and if there was a problem, he would open his mouth and say something else.
In general, the reports were a series of ‘no problems’.
As I headed back, receiving reports from the mercenaries, I had a long conversation with Arthur.
“How far have we come?”
“I think we’re about halfway there.”
“I see.”
It seems like quite some time has passed.
Are we only halfway there or are we already halfway there?
Being the positive guy that I am, I decided to focus on the fact that I’m halfway there.
“We’re already halfway there.”
“exactly.”
“By the way, I have a question.”
“Speak.”
“How did we get to this milestone?”
Arthur answered in a dry tone.
“Nothing much. I just came here looking for work.”
At this point, Linda’s cheerful voice could be heard, perhaps halfway through the procession.
“You devil!”
Linda waved her hand vaguely at him as she waved her hand around on the rooftop before passing by.
Arthur said.
“I have a question, too. Can I ask it?”
I was a little surprised because it was the first time Arthur had asked a question like this.
All I did was give concise answers to questions.
But I didn’t show any surprise and answered solemnly. Because I am the captain.
“I don’t allow it.”
“I heard that the captain came back from abroad. Is that true?”
“Did you hear it from Camus?”
“exactly.”
“that’s right.”
Arthur asked in a slightly cautious tone.
“Are you looking for any of the old members of Sherwood?”
“Right. Do you have anything to report?”
Arthur reported in a low voice.
“I heard that in the North, a two-faced swordsman is beating up all the demons.”
I sighed involuntarily.
“… … There’s no one who doesn’t know that guy.”
“Oh, you knew that?”
“That’s right. Even if he stays still, reports come in from all over the place.”
“ah…….”
“That crazy guy is just waiting to be brought in once things calm down a bit.”
“… … I see.”
Arthur coughed, feeling slightly embarrassed.
“Any more questions?”
“… … None.”
The voice was lower than ever.
I looked at Arthur’s blunt profile for a moment before turning my gaze forward.
When you get to the back of the line like that.
“father!!”
Suddenly a piercing scream pierced my ears.
He immediately raised one hand.
“Pause!”
He stopped the procession and hurried his horse—no, his deer—to where the screaming had come from.
There, Schmitt, who was already in charge of the rear, was on the coachman’s seat, checking on a man’s condition.
He was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his mid-to-late fifties. He was lying on his side with his eyes rolled back and foaming at the mouth.
I immediately shouted forward with a voice full of inner strength.
“Linda!!”
The next moment, Linda arrived, hopping on top of the carriage.
“Did you call me?”
I pointed to the fallen man.
“Patient occurrence.”
Linda immediately flew up and landed on the horse’s back.
Linda, who received the patient from Schmidt, immediately took out a sharp needle and stuck it into the back of the man’s neck. She then opened her eyes wide and examined the patient’s condition.
Meanwhile, Schmidt came down from the stable and shook his head slightly at me.
It means already dead.
“……hmm.”
I swallowed my saliva.
‘There’s no way Linda wouldn’t know that.’
Even so, is the pretense of treating her like that an attempt to comfort the woman who was left alone?
Linda, the little shit who doesn’t pay attention to our feelings, has finally learned manners after being around people?
“Oh, what? He’s already dead.”
No it wasn’t.
Linda spoke to me as she pulled the needle out of the back of her neck.
“You devil! You’re already dead!”
The face of the woman who lost her father was distorted with grief.
I sighed secretly.
… … I never thought the first death would come out like this.