A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 237



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Episode 237. How have you been?

Boom! Bam! Bam!

A loud noise echoed through the snow-covered forest.

Swords clashed with swords, creating a shattered sound, and the earth shook as it received the impact.

The trees, covered in a blanket of snow on their heads, had no choice but to shiver and take off their white clothes.

Crunch! Crunch!

Occasionally, the trees would fall over, emitting a sad cry as the swordsmen swerved past.

Hearts was joined by a demon who could control fire and ice, holding a yellow aura.

The white frozen sword and the sword enveloped in yellow aura clashed repeatedly, showing off their power.

Pure white cold air and a yellowish aura flew like sparks.

Often, blue flames would pour out from the demon’s other hand, which was not holding a sword, to try and catch an opening, but each time, the ice magic extending from Sorrow’s left hand would quell it.

Chewy!

As ice and flames met, a large amount of steam rose up.

Not only swords but also fire and ice were clashing in the air frequently.

Sorou couldn’t believe his eyes.

Wielding opposing forces at the same time?

‘Impossible!’

Harts shouted nervously, swinging his sword away.

“Fuck, what if it’s impossible!”

After hearing those words, the devil backed away slightly, then charged again with a strange laugh.

“Hehehe!”

The white sword and the yellow sword were entangled in the air again.

Then, at one moment, Sorou’s left hand began to glow blue.

Then the devil’s eyes flashed and he quickly kicked Sorou’s left hand.

Bam!

The ice magic I was casting flew in the wrong direction and hit an innocent tree.

Quagagagagak!

The tree, impaled on dozens of ice thorns, eventually fell over with a loud crash.

“… … !”

Of course, Sorou and even Hats stepped back with surprised faces.

‘what?’

Harts asked.

‘The attack is being read. Since a while ago.’

Sorou answered.

He looked at the devil with his blue eyes.

It seemed like they knew how the attack would come and were prepared to deal with it.

The attacks that are carried out habitually, the order of them, the habits. It seems like I know them all.

‘The attack is read?’

If the bastard anticipates their attack.

He had to make an unpredictable attack, even on himself.

Hartz said.

‘Sorrow, get out. I’ll take care of him.’

‘……i get it.’

The blue light in his left eye faded, and soon both eyes turned yellow.

Hartz said.

“Hey, Devil. Sorry to keep you waiting. Let’s do this right.”

“I wonder.”

The blue flame burning in the bastard’s left hand died down, and the sword that had been frozen white turned completely black again.

Then he put the sword into the scabbard behind his back.

“… … ?”

Harts looked at the figure with a question mark floating above his head.

“What are you doing?”

He pulled another sword from his waistband.

It was a sword that contrasted with the pitch-black sword he had been swinging just a moment ago.

A silver sword shining white came out smoothly from its scabbard.

However, it didn’t seem very practical because it was broken in half.

The guy said with a smirk.

To be exact, I couldn’t see his expression because of the pitch-black fog covering his face, but for some reason it felt like he was smiling.

“Because there is a separate sword for the devil.”

Harts chuckled.

“That crazy guy.”

After a while, the laughter died down.

Because a strange light slowly rose from the bastard’s half-sword, and soon it took the form of a complete sword.

It was like moonlight, so to speak.

Gentle yet cool.

A sword so eerily silent.

One could guess that a tremendous force was stirring within it.

You could tell at a glance that it was an extraordinary aura.

It was a crimson aura, then a star-like aura, then a frozen white sword, and now a new aura.

And what about the blue flames pouring down from the hand that is not holding the sword, and the pitch-black spears falling like rain?

I didn’t feel any mana in all of it.

‘What kind of power is that…?’

It was an unknown power that I had never seen before.

The bastard waved his sword, which was glowing faintly, at the speechless Harts.

“Come, beast.”

I paused again at those words.

‘A beast… … ‘

There were several titles the guy used to call himself.

‘A psychopath, a blockhead, a beast… … .’

They were all words used by a specific person to refer to themselves.

That guy we can never see again.

A fool who jumped off a cliff with his demon to save a mountain girl he had just seen.

A guy who I’m determined to beat up for three days and nights if I ever meet him in the afterlife.

I couldn’t beat that guy, so I beat the demons here instead…

‘no way?’

No, that’s impossible.

He clearly fell from the foggy cliff with the devil.

Didn’t you see the traces yourself?

There is no being that can survive a fall from the foggy cliff.

So then, who is that crazy guy that appeared before my eyes?

“Hoooo… … .”

Harts took a deep breath and cleared away the distracting thoughts that were clouding his mind.

I straightened the sword in my heart.

The yellow aura that had been blazing like a fire gradually became calm.

It settled in place, thin but firm, like a quiet stream flowing down the sword.

Harts’ bright yellow eyes flashed.

His eyes became darker in color.

“You. Who are you?”

“me?”

The man took a stance with one foot forward, then raised the sword he was holding at an angle and spoke.

“Guess.”

The next moment, the two swordsmen rushed at each other.

* * *

Harts sharpened his senses.

He was like a sharp, well-honed blade.

His eyes and ears only took in his opponent’s posture, sword, and breathing.

I forgot everything.

And, he projected everything he had onto the person in front of him.

In that state, Hats released his sword freely.

That was all, but his sword had changed.

It was like a layer of skin had been shed.

It’s gotten a step faster and more free.

It was rough and ferocious.

It seemed as if a ferocious beast was rushing at me, swinging its sharp claws and sinking its teeth into me.

He wasn’t bound by formalities or formalities, and he didn’t have any calculations about his next move in his head.

There was only retreat and advancement, and only instinct and intuition controlled the actions.

The murderous intent itself seemed to have manifested itself as a person swinging a sword.

It was nothing more or less than a beast hunting its prey.

It was a true manifestation of the wild beast sword.

His opponent no longer had the luxury of letting his sword slip away.

He too was completely absorbed in the fight, swinging his faintly glowing sword silently.

It was a silent sword.

Each time the swords clashed, the air burst and the sound disappeared for a moment.

At one point, it wasn’t snowing around there.

The two men swung their swords without stopping.

They didn’t care if the ground split open or innocent trees fell in their fight.

It seemed like the two of them were in different worlds.

Then at some point.

Hearts’ Beast Sword flashed upward from below.

The opponent, who had caught the sharp murderous intent, immediately pulled away and slightly raised his head.

It was the minimum movement to avoid danger by the narrowest of margins.

But what he overlooked was.

Even though he avoided the sword strike, it was said that his face was covered with a mask made of pitch-black fog.

Phew!

For a moment, the black fog covering his face cleared away with the Beast Sword, revealing his face.

The sight was captured by Ha-tz’s bright yellow eyes, which were sharp like those of a wild beast, as they watched the opponent.

“uh?”

In that moment, concentration was lost and the sharp corners of the eyes drooped.

It wasn’t intentional.

Harts was simply swinging his sword, guided by instinct.

But the moment I saw that unfamiliar yet familiar face.

His body suddenly stopped moving.

Even though it is a very dangerous moment when the opponent who has avoided your attacks as much as possible counterattacks.

“You Ash―”

puck!

Hearts was kicked by his opponent and flew horizontally, knocking down trees one after another.

Ashvan looked at such a heart for a moment, then belatedly felt his own face.

“Ah… Did I get caught?”

It was difficult.

The reason I covered my face in the first place was because I wanted to fight that guy with all my might, without any mercy.

“You… You… What are you?”

Ashvan looked towards where the sound came from.

Because Hearts, who had been kicked and sent flying, was now looking at him with a blank expression on his face.

“Ashvan? Is that you?”

The finger pointing at himself was trembling slightly.

He appeared to be fine even after being kicked twice.

Ashvan grumbled, clicking his tongue.

“I thought it would break somewhere. It’s so damn sturdy.”

Harts slowly approached Ashvan, groping as if he was groping.

He muttered in disbelief.

“No, that can’t be. I personally witnessed the fall from the cliff.”

Ashvan shouted.

“You crazy bastard. Don’t you understand the situation yet? I came from hell to get revenge on you. Stop talking nonsense and just come at me, you idiot.”

“what?”

As I spoke, I became angry again.

“Do I still look like some pathetic guy who got beat up by a brat? Say it again, say it again, you son of a bitch.”

“… … .”

“What are you doing? Smile again like you did back then. Smile again.”

“… … .”

“Why aren’t you laughing? I told you to laugh? Oh, you can’t laugh anymore? Isn’t it funny? Then why did you laugh then? Did I find it funny?”

“… … .”

“Why aren’t you laughing now? Are you saying I’m not funny now? Have you changed your mind after getting kicked a couple of times? You beast of a man. You really need to get beaten to obey.”

Hearts, who had been slowly approaching, stopped after some distance.

Then he stared at Ashvan, who had miraculously returned alive.

“hey.”

“What the heck, you idiot.”

“Why are your eyes like that?”

“What’s wrong with my eyes?”

“So fucking red.”

“What do you want me to do? Make your eyes red too?”

Hearts smiled brightly.

“Idiot.”

Then he threw back his head, shook his shoulders, and laughed loudly.

“Hahahahahahaha!”

Ashvan clicked his tongue and looked at the sight.

“Oh my, that crazy guy. Did you see that, Master? I told you he’s not your average crazy guy.”

“Hahahahahahaha!”

“… … .”

“Hahahahahahaha!”

Ashvan, unable to stand watching, threw a stone.

“It’s so noisy I’m dying. Stop laughing.”

“okay.”

Harts, who had stopped laughing, looked at Ashvan.

“What are you looking at?”

“How have you been?”

“Can’t you see? I’ve been really sleepy.”

“How have you lived?”

“well.”

“When did you come back to Maia?”

“It hasn’t been that long.”

“I see. Oh, I heard Sorou has something to say.”

“Change it, then.”

The color of Haatz’s eyes changed.

From bright yellow eyes to piercing blue eyes.

“Ashvan. Is that really you?”

“That’s right.”

“How did you survive?”

“I didn’t survive, I died and was resurrected. You ignorant bastard.”

“… … ???”

“Do you have any more questions?”

“How did you become so strong? What is that power?”

“You don’t know.”

“… … .”

Ashvan said, aiming his sword again.

“If you’re curious, come and find out for yourself. I’ve been fighting through the chaos to kick your ass with all my might.”

Harts also raised his sword to meet him.

“That’s touching.”

Suddenly, two eyes that had turned a different color looked at Ashvan.

Their red, yellow, and blue eyes exchanged glances.

The moment when people with smiles as colorful as their eye colors rush towards each other.

Doo doo doo doo… … .

The ground began to rumble slightly.

“What? Sorou, what kind of large-scale magic did you use?”

Sorou shook his head at Ashvan’s question.

“There’s no way I would use such ineffective magic.”

“Then what is this?”

The vibration was gradually increasing.

It has grown to a size where even an ordinary person can feel it.

Doo doo doo doo―

Before anyone could say anything, I turned my head towards where the sound was coming from.

In the distance, I could see the tall trees of the forest falling down, one by one, like toothpicks, as a huge stream rushed in.

The hazy snow flakes rose like dust.

From a distance, it looked like a giant wave.

Sorou cried out.

“It’s a monster wave!”

“What? Already?”

“Jump!”

“What the heck.”

The two men quickly fired their new weapons in opposite directions.