A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 5



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Episode 005. Who is Cooper?

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The way to their hideout.

I asked briefly.

“Advice?”

Cheonma answered.

[Forget everything you’ve done out of habit.]

I asked again.

“What does it mean to forget?”

[Ineffective swordsmanship. Useless footwork. Overly aggressive stances. Excessive muscle contraction and relaxation. Unsteady center of gravity on both feet. Throw them all away.]

“and?”

[Just leave it to your body. Your eyes will open naturally.]

I smiled and gripped the sword handle tightly.

“Okay.”

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Choaack!

The red-hot black energy poured down horizontally, slashing at the backs of those who were stupidly staring outside.

“Ugh!”

“Ahhhh!”

“Why is the attack coming from behind… …!”

Before they could even come to their senses, I swung my sword and charged forward like a storm.

He spread his sword energy as widely as possible to take advantage of the surprise attack, but he didn’t kill everyone, so there were still many left.

Phu! Crunch! Scream!

I think I killed about three of them.

Kak!

The sword is blocked.

“I changed my clothes!”

“Those bloodshot eyes! It’s him!”

They quickly figured out the situation and started counterattacking.

“This kid!”

“Do you know where this is?”

Swords flew in indiscriminately from all directions.

It is originally extremely difficult to dodge or block swords that pour in randomly from various directions.

One thing I can’t fully read is all the attacks.

Even if you read the attack, there are two things that your body doesn’t follow quickly.

But… …this time it was different.

It wasn’t that difficult.

The sense of instinct, as if the air cut through their sword strikes had become a part of my skin, made it possible to read every sword strike.

The energy flowing through his body allowed him to respond instantly, like lightning.

As Cheonma said.

I forgot everything.

And then, I surrendered my body.

As this inexplicable sensation tells me.

Just as the talent of the Heavenly Horse in me tells me to.

He dodged, blocked, and struck the sword, and then inserted his sword into the gap that opened up each time.

“Eww!”

“Ugh!”

Blood spurted out here and there, accompanied by screams.

Realizing the gravity of the situation, people who appeared to be executives poured out of the building one by one.

“What kind of guy is this!”

“Where did you come from!”

“I guess you haven’t heard of the fame of Alex of the Twin Swords!”

More colorful sword fights poured out.

I could see the lines created by all kinds of blades.

It was like looking at a picture woven from a spider’s web, bathed in sunlight.

I was careful not to damage the pictures, so I stabbed my sword into the gaping holes.

“Huh!”

“Kwaaak!”

There was screaming and blood gushing out without fail.

It was a world I had never seen before.

“haha…….”

I couldn’t help but laugh. It was so much fun.

When I was struggling in the mud.

Are you saying that you guys live in a world like this?

“Hahahaha… … .”

This is how you felt.

It must have been so funny to see me struggling to learn that crude swordsmanship.

Geniuses who laughed at my efforts.

You had good reason to do that.

“Hahahaha… … .”

I danced with my sword, covered in blood.

It was because of Cheonma’s advice that he could use Aura, but his internal energy was not deep enough to use it for long.

Moreover, a lot of internal energy was consumed as I poured out my sword energy on the backs of these innocent guys.

I learned that spreading the sword energy consumes several times more internal energy than wrapping the sword.

There was no need to use Aura on the sword now against those who didn’t even know how to use it.

Seeing as the executives who showed up late can’t use Auror, it seems like the guy who broke into the cabin was a vice-chief.

The moment when I was slashing those guys so excitedly.

bang!

The door opened roughly.

I naturally turned my gaze in that direction.

I could tell just by looking at it.

He’s the leader here.

They say he’s the cruel Gustave.

Indeed, he was a man as big as a bear.

The bastard slammed his large two-handed sword against the floor and glared at me.

“What are you?”

I sprinkled the blood on my sword on the floor and answered calmly.

“A passing traveler.”

The bastard’s expression became distorted.

“This crazy kid. Do you know where this is?”

“Where is it? It’s a garbage dump. The stench is overwhelming.”

The bastard stared at the sword in my hand.

“… … Did you kill Cooper?”

“Cooper? Who is Cooper?”

I said, hitting my forehead.

“Oh, you mean that guy who screamed like that girl begging to be saved?”

The guy glared.

A terrifying murderous intent blossomed.

“You… … are dead.”

The bastard’s large two-handed sword was enveloped in a faint energy.

It was a little darker than that Cooper guy.

Before he could run at me, I ran at him first.

The sword began to glow with the crimson aura that it had been saving up until now.

“What… … !”

The bastard’s eyes grew wide.

“Isn’t it pretty?”

The bastard quickly raised his sword.

“I know.”

I just swung my sword at the guy.

Oh my!

I hit the bastard with all my might and threw him into the building, then locked the door behind me.

It is better to use such a large two-handed sword in a place with such terrain features.

I said with a snicker.

“Let’s do this properly without any interruptions.”

The bastard’s expression became distorted.

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Because it would be a problem if he runs out again.

Before the fight began in earnest, I took out a dagger from my bosom and dangled it, showing off.

“Do you see this?”

The guy glared.

“That’s… …! The Dagger of Oposus!”

“It’s not a dagger, it’s a key, you ignorant fool.”

Greed flashed in the bastard’s eyes.

“Give me that.”

“I don’t like it.”

“If you give me the dagger—no, the key—I won’t kill you.”

“I killed that Cooper guy or something. Weren’t we close? Were you like big brothers?”

“I’ll pretend it never happened.”

A snicker came out.

These thieving bastards are all like that.

I answered with the corners of my lips raised.

“This is a dagger, you idiot.”

Crackle.

A vein appeared on the bastard’s forehead.

“Where is this key? Are your eyes for decoration?”

“I’ll kill you!”

The bastard charged, swinging a two-handed sword.

Kwajik!

It flew in, tearing apart the furniture in its path.

I didn’t feel the need to cross swords there.

This was because unless the aura was wrapped around the sword, it would not be able to withstand a few strikes and would be torn apart like that piece of furniture, and even if it was wrapped around the aura, it would be a considerable burden on the little internal energy that was left.

So I quickly put the dagger in my bosom, lowered my posture, and moved to avoid the bastard.

“Where are you running away to!”

A roar struck the back of my head, but I ignored it and ran into another room.

It was the kitchen.

I saw some kitchen knives hanging on the wall.

“hmm.”

A good idea occurred to me.

If you directly pour out your sword energy, your internal energy will be greatly consumed.

But what if you throw it using another object as a medium?

“Come here! I’ll tear you in half!”

I heard the bastard running towards me, stomping his feet.

I decided to put the idea that suddenly came to mind into action right away.

I lightly dripped some aura onto the kitchen knife hanging on the wall and threw it at the guy who had just appeared at the kitchen entrance.

Wedge!

“What!”

Bang!

He barely managed to deflect the kitchen knife I threw at him.

He was more agile than he looked.

“Oh.”

But the sight didn’t look like a simple deflection of a kitchen knife.

It worked.

It consumes little internal energy, but its power is still useful.

After seeing the effect, I randomly threw all the kitchen knives hanging on the wall.

“Hehehe!”

“Huh!”

Bang! Kkang!

The bastard flicked the knives here and there with his two-handed sword.

It’s difficult to block all those attacks with a heavy two-handed sword.

He focused on defending the important parts and had no choice but to give up the relatively less important parts.

Blood stains began to appear all over his arms, legs, and shoulders.

When he had no more knives to throw, he started throwing other things he could get his hands on.

Of course, since it was something that required a lot of internal energy, it couldn’t be taken lightly.

A plate, a spoon, a fork, a pot of leftover soup, etc.

Clang! Ting! Ting! Bang!

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

This guy blocked it well, then poured soup on his head, and then ignored the incoming attacks and charged like a madman.

“Oh, shit.”

I threw a fork at the bastard’s eye and then walked away.

The very next moment, the counter I was standing on was smashed to pieces.

Crunch! Boom!

“Eww! This fucking kid!”

Unfortunately, the fork ended up in the bastard’s forehead.

As I came out of the kitchen, the guy came running out, destroying all kinds of things, with a fork stuck in his forehead.

The sight was like watching an angry bull.

I dodged the violent bull with the fork stuck in his forehead, and when his breathing became ragged and his sword swing slowed, I pounced on him.

Zzz!

The bastard gasped for breath and blocked my attack, but at that point the momentum had already shifted to my side.

“Game over, you ignorant little shit.”

Everything was going according to my intention.

Entering a building and starting a fight, provoking someone with a dagger, being more careful about swinging your sword and losing stamina due to various obstacles, and using various terrain features to run around and drain stamina.

This is how a talentless person who survives in a seedy back alley fights.

Now that you’ve taken the lead, it’s time to take the lead.

Even though I used it sparingly, I couldn’t use the aura much more than that.

But that was enough.

To catch a tired bull.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

I knocked the sword away from the panting man, then cut off his arm.

Crunch!

I kicked his chest.

Kwajik!

A heavy body fell through the wall and out of the building.

There were gasps for breath from outside.

A pleasant sunlight streamed in through the torn wall.

I smiled as I followed him out of the building.

“Oh my. The weather is nice.”

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“haha…….”

I walked outside, feeling the warm sunlight and refreshing breeze.

While his men watched in horror, I approached Gustave, who was kneeling with one arm missing and glaring at me.

The man who had lost both his sword and the arm with which he had wielded it seemed to have completely accepted defeat.

Even though his arm was cut off, he didn’t scream and his eyes were still alive, which was the only thing that was worth watching.

I walked up to him with a big smile, then suddenly kicked him in the face.

puck!

“This kid dares touch our Joy!”

I smacked his face a few more times and then let him go.

Gustave spat blood-tinged spit to the side and glared at me.

“You bald punk. Do you know who’s behind me?”

“Should I know?”

I shrugged.

“I’m just a guy who came down from that cliff. I don’t care how your world works.”

The guy snorted.

“You came down from the foggy cliff? How funny.”

I pointed my sword at the guys who were slowly trying to run away and said:

“I will send all those who move to the afterlife. Have you seen my cool sword skills? Do you want to taste the sword skills?”

The guys were frozen stiff.

“Just take one step. The black energy will surge forward like a wave.”

Of course, I had no energy left to pour out my sword energy.

But it worked, and the bastards froze in place, swallowing their saliva.

“Let everyone kneel down in reverence and watch the last appearance of the incompetent leader.”

chin.

I asked, placing my sword on Gustave’s shoulder.

“Any last words?”

Gustave answered with a smirk.

It was a smile that was soaked in blood and glistened.

“I’ll wait for you in hell.”

I smiled back and said.

“You’ll have to wait a while. I was rejected a while ago.”

He swung his sword.

Crunch – thud!

The bastard’s heavy head fell to the ground.

It was a clear, sunny morning.