A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 45



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Episode 045. Or not

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“Phew… … .”

I opened my eyes after finishing my breakfast.

My understanding of martial arts has deepened.

It was very smooth, like climbing stairs step by step.

If things continue like this, I think we will soon be able to reach the realm of moonlight.

Cheonma snorted, but I decided to take it as encouragement.

I’m strong, myself. I’m getting stronger day by day.

He nodded with satisfaction.

I blinked and looked around, and saw Shushuruta hugging her knees and staring blankly at the flickering bonfire.

“Aren’t you sleeping?”

Shushuruta answered without taking his eyes off the campfire.

“I can’t sleep.”

He seemed to be in a state of distress.

Well, it makes sense, since he found out that those he believed to be his brothers were trying to kill him.

I thought he had no friends because he was so strange in so many ways, but fortunately he does have some friends who come to kill him.

Since it didn’t seem like someone else’s problem, I tried to make her feel better by interfering with her a little.

“Why do I feel cold when I sleep?”

“… … ?”

“Sleep tight.”

“… … .”

Shushuruta became serious.

I’m a guy who doesn’t give up easily, so I threw one more.

“What if a shrimp sleeps standing up?”

“… … .”

“Shrimp sleep.”

“Ashvan.”

Shushuruta spoke to me with a face as hard as a rock.

“Grow up first.”

“I get it.”

I placed Shushuruta in front of the campfire like a stone statue, leaned back a little way from there, and closed my eyes.

Knock knock. Knock knock.

How much time has passed?

I couldn’t sleep as much as I thought, so I got up and was about to tell him the rest of the really funny jokes, but sleep came to me belatedly.

Sleep was as fickle as I was.

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I had a dream about sleeping with shrimp.

The shrimp tapped my shoulder.

“Ashvan. Get up.”

I said to the shrimp who tapped my shoulder.

“What is the greeting in Shrimp Country? Hello, Shrimp.”

Suddenly, a shrimp hit my head mercilessly.

puck!

I woke up with a start.

For some reason my head started to hurt, so I felt for the spot where the shrimp had hit me.

I got hit in a dream, it was strange.

Shushuruta spoke to me in a slightly cold tone.

“It’s 4 o’clock.”

“check.”

I got up, stretched my body to shake off the sleepiness, and sat with my back to the campfire.

This is because it allows you to see clearly into the darkness.

As I was yawning and staring at the lake where darkness had settled, Shushuruta came over and spoke.

“Ashvan. I will pretend to run away. Then they will split into two groups. One will chase me, and the other will attack you.”

“hmm.”

That’s probably it.

I don’t know who has the dagger.

Shushuruta slightly corrected my guess.

“Even if I don’t have a dagger, they’ll still come after me until I’m dead. Because they have to stop me from spreading the word to the guild.”

“aha.”

“Perhaps, as you said, ten assassins, excluding the death sentences, will come after me. The two will leave me to their subordinates and focus on you. If you want to capture them for sure, you can tempt them with a dagger. After all, their main target is your dagger.”

“I see.”

I nodded and continued to stare into the darkness.

The moon was dim at the time, and the pervasive darkness was rippling like a lake.

A situation where the moon is not visible on a calm lake, and only stars that have fallen into the water can be vaguely seen.

When my eyes had somewhat adjusted to the darkness, Shushuruta spoke.

“Coming.”

And after a while, a rustling sound was heard from all directions.

Shushuruta spoke quickly.

“Then let’s go. They will probably try to put out the campfire, which is the only source of light. Try to protect the campfire and fight around it. Depending on whether you protect the campfire or not, the nature of the fight will change greatly. If you fall into the darkness, they will have the advantage, so keep that in mind.”

I nodded without taking my eyes off the darkness.

And I asked her one thing too.

“Shushuruta.”

“Something.”

“Don’t talk to your brothers and just go. Don’t even look at their faces.”

“……i get it.”

Whoosh―

As Shushuruta rose into the air, the rustling sounds in the direction she disappeared grew distant.

I just sat there and stared at the stars in the lake.

As I was counting the stars one by one… … .

A man came to mind.

He was a man who always made unfunny jokes.

Now that I think about it, the reason I suddenly made a joke to Shushuruta was because I unconsciously thought of him.

According to his own words, he was once a very successful assassin.

It is said that assassins are usually divided into two categories.

Those who give orders and those who receive orders.

The way to tell them apart is simple.

If they’re like assassins, they’re the ones who take orders, and if they’re not like assassins, they’re the ones who give orders.

When I first heard it, I was confused, but after hearing the explanation, I was able to understand it.

Those who take orders are the typical silent assassins we often imagine, and they have no choice but to be so. If they show up, they will be killed by the one giving the orders.

On the other hand, those who give orders are not so taciturn. Since there is no one to hit, they won’t get hit even if they show off.

That’s why there are quite a few people among them who are very lively and speak freely, saying everything they want to say. That shows that they are confident that they won’t miss their target.

… … In many ways, this information broke my preconceptions.

Of course, those who don’t seem like assassins, those in command, are far stronger.

And the higher you go, the less people there are to watch out for, so there’s more talking. Also, it’s natural that the higher you go, the stronger you become.

So, according to him, the more assassins talk, the stronger they are, which leads to the strange conclusion.

[… … Interesting. It seems strangely fitting.]

Well… … As Cheonma said, I think it can be used as a reference.

You can’t necessarily say that someone who is quiet is weak, but if someone talks a lot, you can probably infer that they are quite strong.

Come to think of it, Shushuruta has been a talkative person ever since we first met.

Hmm. Suddenly the credibility… … .

So, are these guys quiet or talkative?

Since guys who don’t talk much are likely to be boring and weak, I wanted someone who was both talkative and strong.

So I waited for them, calming my pounding heart… … .

After a while, a voice was heard in the darkness.

“The devil in the red eye.”

I immediately turned around to check their strength and greeted them with a grand greeting.

“The watcher of darkness, the ruler of darkness, the one who walks in darkness, the one who eats darkness, the one who breathes darkness, the one who licks darkness, the one who touches and jumps at the breasts of women in the darkness, the mosquitoes buzzing in the darkness, the moles who live by digging holes in the darkness, the children of darkness who play with the darkness as a toy, the cute darknesses have come.”

There was silence for a moment.

And then the voice came again.

“The devil in the red eye.”

I answered curtly, as it was an act of ignoring my grand greeting.

“Why are you calling me?”

“Do you have the Dagger of Oposis?”

Before I could answer, another voice spoke.

If his voice was somewhat heavy before, this one had a lighter feel.

“I hope you weren’t so foolish as to give that thief a dagger.”

“… …Thief?”

His eyebrows twitched.

‘These kids. How dare they do that to my sister.’

Suddenly, it occurred to me that it might have been Shushuruta who was friendly with these guys. Shushuruta hesitated when asked if he could kill the death row inmates, but these guys didn’t seem to have any hesitation at all.

Didn’t he realize too late that he was being hated because he was clumsy and tactless in many ways?

The image of Shushuruta staring blankly at the campfire all night came to mind.

I protected my sister’s dignity.

“She’s not a thief, she’s a ghost.”

A voice answered.

“The name ‘Muyeonggwaethi’ is too much for a thief. Don’t you think so?”

I asked with a frown.

“I heard you learned from the same teacher. Who is your teacher?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

I screamed.

“You idiot kids. I don’t know who your teacher is, but your words and actions just now have earned your teacher a bad reputation. You’re like a idiot old man. How did you educate him? Where’s the bad kid who calls his own sister a thief?”

There was a moment of silence, and then the voice that had first called me spoke.

“That’s right. Second, you overdid it.”

Then a second voice apologized.

“……sorry.”

“Be careful next time.”

“I will keep that in mind.”

I was so dumbfounded that I blinked and listened to their conversation in silence.

‘No, these kids.’

The person who got cursed at is different, so why do they apologize, forgive, and keep it in mind among themselves?

It was also funny that he said it was excessive when he came to kill his sister.

Then isn’t it excessive to come to kill me?

The deep voice asked again.

“Enemy-eyed demon. Do you have a dagger?”

I looked into the darkness and answered.

“What if you have it? What if you don’t?”

A light voice answered.

“If you have it, I will kill you and take it from you. If you don’t have it, I will kill you and then go to your sister-in-law.”

“Can you catch it?”

“It’s not that hard. While Samae was playing around without thinking, we were going through rigorous training, crossing the line. Isn’t that right, Death Penalty?”

“be right.”

I could read one emotion from his words.

jealousy.

Only then did I begin to understand why these guys hated Shushuruta so much.

It was a difference in talent.

Hatred for a genius that even ordinary people cannot catch a glimpse of no matter how hard they chase after him.

While I’m training like crazy, that guy is playing tight, so why can’t he keep up? It’s not fair. It’s not fair!

Well… … I understand. I used to think that way too.

But that shouldn’t be the case. That shouldn’t be a valid reason to kill. No matter what the reason, you shouldn’t try to kill your sister.

It’s like they don’t even know the value of family.

“… … Pathetic guys.”

“What are you saying? If you have a dagger, show it to me quickly. No matter what, I don’t want to kill Samae with my own hands.”

“Do you feel inferior to your sister?”

They laughed too hard.

“How could that be?”

“I’ve never felt that way.”

“Feeling inferior to that weird guy? I assure you, I have never done so. Death penalty, right?”

“That’s right. The Master favored him, but it was because he was lacking in many ways, and had some quirky, unattractive, and pitiful qualities.”

“That’s right. He grew up among wild beasts, so he couldn’t even speak properly. He even ate food with his hands. He was like no other beast. Now that I think about it, isn’t that why he became a dragon?”

“That’s right. I was also confused when I first saw him.”

“Teacher, you are too. To have picked up such a guy.”

Now that I look back, they were both very talkative.

Not only the priest, but also the executioner spoke politely and spoke politely.

By the rules of a former successful assassin who enjoys making boring jokes… …they’re going to be pretty strong guys.

In many ways, the death penalty for Shushuruta is certain.

I took the dagger out of my bosom and showed it to him.

“oh…….”

“That is the dagger of Oposus… …!”

“That’s certain.”

A satisfied voice was heard in the darkness.

I said, slowly getting up from my seat.

“Are you guys shy? I won’t tease you for being ugly, so show me your face. Let’s talk while looking at each other’s faces. Even assassins should know how to be polite.”

The guys answered.

“That’s right. Since you showed me the dagger so readily, I should be polite to you as well.”

“We’re not rude assassins, are we?”

The two fell like fallen leaves into the dim light of the campfire.

It was a movement as light as Shushuruta.

If it were me, I would have ignored what they said and attacked from the darkness, but these guys seemed to have quite a bit of confidence in their own abilities. They came out into the light so easily.

The bastards took off the hoods they had pulled down deep and showed their faces.

I checked their faces.

“Hmm. Ugly. Good for hiding in the dark.”

“… … .”

Their expressions hardened.

“You’re not that handsome either.”

“You have a very cheap look. It’s the kind of face that women would really hate.”

I screamed.

“Shut up. Are you here to talk about faces?”

“… … .”

I studied their faces carefully.

Their faces looked like they were in their early to mid 30s.

Also, they were guys who knew how to show off while being thieves who lived in the dark.

One had shoulder-length hair, while the other had a thieves’ hat pulled down over his head.

There must have been someone in a high position with authority.

I don’t think I got my hair cut off or my hat taken away for being rude.

The one with long hair was the one sentenced to death, and the one with the hat turned over like a thief was the priest.

I said, staring blankly at the guy wearing the hat.

“Take off those panties on your head, you idiot.”

“… … Those aren’t panties.”

“Ah. No? No, that’s not it.”

“… … .”

The atmosphere became tense.