A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 23



Only Noblemtl

Episode 023. This sword is now mine.

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Definitely Rötmel… … no, Mötrel… … no, oatmeal… … .

Bok-sil was different from those lowly thieves.

The article was an article.

He greeted me politely, told me his name and the reason for his visit, and challenged me to a fair fight without making a cowardly surprise attack.

I also decided to treat him accordingly in my own way.

We had a staring contest with our swords pointed at each other.

Bok-sil asked.

“Is the lady there also participating?”

For a moment, I was confused as to who he was talking about, but then I belatedly confirmed that it was Shushuruta.

She was watching us two from the side, blankly.

I answered with a serious face.

“No, the lady will just watch from the side.”

“I see. Then would you please step back a bit further?”

Bok-shil said while looking at Shu-shu-ru-ta.

Then Shushuruta stared at me intently.

It was as if his face was asking for my permission.

‘Why are you looking at me?’

I nodded out of the way, thinking that.

Only then did Shushuruta obediently step aside.

I checked Shushuruta, who was crouching with her knees together and her back leaning against the tree stump, and then glared at Boksil again.

Bok-sil also took her eyes off Shu-shu-ru-ta and looked at me.

I said.

“Bok-sil is a gentleman.”

“Something.”

“The sword looks shiny and nice. Is it expensive?”

Bok-sil nodded.

“I just got a new one.”

Then he spoke with a serious face, his face as white as snow shining here and there in the sunlight.

“Isn’t it cool?”

I nodded.

“That’s cool.”

This guy didn’t seem to be in his right mind either.

Aside from that, Bok-sil’s sword looked really cool.

The pure white blade sparkling in the sunlight looked like a sword held by a knight straight out of an old tale.

What does that mean?

He said he was greedy.

Inspectors tend to want to have a good sword when they see one.

I was no exception.

Bok-sil, who was showing off her sword, nodded toward my sword.

“Then, your sword is in really bad condition. Do you never take care of your sword?”

“I haven’t had time for that. I’ve been busy lately.”

Bok-sil nodded as if she understood.

“That could be. I guess you were busy being chased.”

“Popular people get tired.”

I stared blankly at Bok-sil’s sword and proposed a bet.

“Bok-sil is a gentleman.”

“Something.”

“How about the loser giving his sword to the winner?”

Bok-sil blinked a few times and then answered.

“It’s a bet that has no benefit to me at all?”

“Oh, let’s change the subject. Let’s just say you can ask for one thing.”

“Very well. I will take your head.”

“Okay.”

At this time, Shushuruta called me.

“Ashvan.”

“why.”

“Can you pass me a bag of beef jerky? I’m bored just watching.”

I tossed the guy a bag of beef jerky.

Bok-sil glanced at Shu-shu-ru-ta, who was rummaging through the beef jerky bag, and asked.

“If I kill you, will the Lady take revenge on me?”

I also followed his gaze and looked at Shushuruta.

The guy, who was known as the legendary thief, was watching us two with innocent eyes like a child, with a piece of beef jerky in his mouth, making his name seem meaningless.

I shook my head.

“No. He’s not that kind of guy.”

“Then, Lady, I will take you to the village. It would be a problem if we meet any thieves on the way.”

“You are such a romantic knight. Do as you wish.”

“Then shall we begin?”

Bok-sil moved sideways like a crab, aiming her pure white sword at me.

I also followed him and slowly moved in the opposite direction.

We slowly circled each other like wild beasts scouting each other.

Then suddenly, I realized that one important thing was missing from the conversation we had had up to this point.

I said, drawing a circle slowly.

“Bok-sil is a gentleman.”

“Something.”

“Don’t you know that I have the Dagger of Oposis?”

Bok-sil answered simply.

“I know.”

“But? Why don’t you say anything? Aren’t you jealous?”

Usually, they say something like, “If you hand over the dagger, I’ll spare your life.”

His answer was shocking.

“It is an object I cannot handle. I am satisfied with simply handing the criminal over to the guards.”

I blinked in surprise.

This is the first time anyone has ever said something like this.

Everyone’s eyes were shining with greed, wondering how to snatch the dagger away.

A person who puts things down neatly.

To me, the shabby wandering knight before my eyes seemed more noble than anyone I had ever met.

I said with an admiring face.

“Bok-sil-kyung. He’s a more plump man than I thought.”

Bok-sil answered.

“Stop talking nonsense and come at me.”

“I wonder.”

The moment we exchanged the fighting spirit in each other’s eyes, we ran towards each other.

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The moment the sunlight bounced off the pure white sword face, I pulled my hind legs to the side and dodged the sword with minimal movement.

Phew!

The sword passed precariously before my eyes.

Even looking at it again, it’s still a really pretty sword.

Now that I was going to meet that pretty black bird’s owner, I didn’t want to bump into the sword and scratch it for no reason.

In that way, I avoided Bok-sil’s sword by moving around.

I watched Bok-sil’s swordsmanship while avoiding his sword.

Perhaps because Bok-sil was a wandering knight, he used his sword much more freely than the knights he met in Barranquilla.

Yet, it did not lose the weight characteristic of a knight.

It was a swordsmanship method that seemed to mix and match only the strengths of a knight and a mercenary.

But… …the speed and strength couldn’t keep up.

Unlike the rare and excellent mindset and the excellent swordsmanship derived from it, the movements were more ordinary than expected.

The reason was simple.

It was impossible to use mana at all.

That’s why it was very easy to avoid.

Because it was drawn in the eyes before the sword was even drawn.

There was no need to even operate the ticket office.

As the swordsmanship failed to pass over me even once, Bok-sil’s face gradually hardened.

It was a realization of the difference in skill.

In other words, you will realize the difference in talent.

I avoided Bok-sil’s sword and observed his expression.

‘How will it turn out?’

Sometimes, a man’s true worth comes out when he faces a wall.

Should I despair and give up?

Or will you get angry and slam your body into the wall so hard that it seems like you’re going to break it?

By the way, I was the latter.

‘Bok-sil, how will you come out?’

The moment she thought that, anger appeared on Bok-sil’s face.

‘yes.’

I smiled.

Bok-sil’s sword became rough.

The swordsmanship that originally shone with freedom and strength disappeared, and only the emotion of anger filled it.

The sword has become monotonous and crude.

“Enemy-eyed demon! Are you mocking me!”

Bok-sil swung her sword wildly with an enraged expression on her face.

“Do it right! Do your best!”

This point was different for me.

If I judged that I was an opponent I couldn’t win against, I would have found an opening, bitten one spot, and then run away.

After all, survival is the most important thing.

I finally opened my mouth.

“Bok-sil, Kyung. You are so honest.”

“what?”

“If you win, you win. Just win no matter what. Fight dirty and ugly. Like this.”

I decided to demonstrate it myself.

Crunch!

I drew a line on the ground with my sword.

Dirt and stones flew around.

Colin would have easily escaped the situation with his incredible reflexes and quick judgment, but Bok-sil didn’t have that talent.

“Ugh!”

Bok-sil quickly stepped back in confusion, and I extended my left hand, which was not holding the sword, towards the gap.

“The left hand is just for giving.”

puck!

“Ugh!”

Bok-sil’s expression distorted after being hit in the stomach.

Since my internal energy is so abundant, wearing leather armor will be of no use.

Bok-sil swung her sword as if trying to shake me off and stepped back.

I wouldn’t leave that bastard alone.

He followed up without missing a beat and punched him evenly.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

“Aww, that’s good.”

Anyway, since this guy came to kill me, I had no intention of doing anything half-heartedly.

Bok-sil eventually couldn’t overcome the shock and fell to the floor.

It was impressive that he didn’t put down his sword even in the midst of all that.

But so what?

I kept throwing it.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Shushuruta, who was watching, muttered.

“That really is a tough fight.”

After a while, I put my fist away.

Bok-sil, who had become a rice cake, glared at me while lying down.

“What are you looking at? Aren’t you closing your eyes?”

puck!

He hit his head.

But even so, Bok-sil’s gaze did not subside.

It was like looking into the eyes of a beast.

I looked down at Bok-sil while crouching down.

“Bok-sil. Bark like a dog. Then I’ll let you live.”

Bok-sil glared at me and smirked.

Blood was flowing out between his lips, as if his mouth had burst.

“Do I look that pathetic? Kill me.”

I chuckled.

“Pass.”

puck!

As a token of my passing, I received another blow to the head.

Then he slapped Bok-sil on the cheek and said.

“Bok-sil, are you angry?”

“… … .”

Although he didn’t answer, his blazing eyes spoke volumes about his feelings.

I gave some training to that bastard.

It didn’t matter whether Bok-sil wanted it or not.

“What are you going to do if you’re angry? You’re going to die here. It doesn’t matter what kind of hardships you’ve been through or how you’ve crossed the line of death. If you die, it’s over. You idiot.”

“… … .”

“If the opponent is strong, you should somehow escape and plan for the future. You should somehow build up your strength and think about revenge. You should have come later, even if it was with the intention of making a surprise attack while you were taking a shit. What’s the point of dying in vain here, Bok-sil?”

“… …Kill him. The devil.”

“I’ll kill you even if you don’t say anything.”

I looked around, holding Bok-sil’s ear as I recalled my memories.

“Let’s see… … Was it here?”

I found the point outside the ear canal, where it connects to the bone, and then I put my inner energy into my fingertips and poked it there.

Bok-sil dropped her head and fainted.

“Oh, really?”

I was learning about acupuncture from Cheonma here and there. This acupuncture point called Imunhyeol (耳門穴) was a place where if you pressed it, you would lose consciousness.

It was amazing to see it actually happen.

“Bok-sil, Kyung. Take the sword as promised.”

I took the sword that Bok-sil was holding and the scabbard she was wearing on her waist.

Until then, Bok-sil had been holding the knife handle tightly, but she had a hard time removing her fingers one by one.

Having that new sword on my waist made me feel like I was flying.

“This sword is now mine.”

“… … .”

Shushuruta stared at me blankly with a piece of jerky in his mouth.

Suddenly, Bok-sil’s grip looked empty, so I gave her the sword I was holding and stood up.

“Let’s go.”

Shushuruta got up from his seat, chewing on the jerky.

“Aren’t you going to kill me?”

“I won’t kill you.”

“why?”

“It’s my heart.”

Shushuruta stared at me intently.

“… … You are really strange. You killed those who attacked me yesterday without mercy.”

“I don’t know my own heart. It wavers and wavers. A man’s heart is like a reed.”

“… … Isn’t it usually the opposite?”

“I don’t know. What would I know?”

I grabbed Bok-sil’s leg and dragged her out of the way, then left.

When I was beating Bok-sil, I poured my internal energy into his body.

Based on my experience so far, it seems like Kiwa and Mana are similar guys.

Similar, but the ending is slightly different.

If mana is air, qi feels like fog.

There, I injected more refined internal energy into his body, so if he’s lucky, he might be able to feel the mana.

“Cheer up, Bok-sil.”

I walked down the street muttering like that.

Somehow I had a feeling that my relationship with Bok-sil would not end here.