A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 64



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Episode 064. Come on, Torai

* * *

The goal has been set.

Somehow find the Tomb of Oposus and become the owner of the ninth sword.

Until recently, I had little interest in the legacy of Oposis.

Now, it is a situation where you have no choice but to take interest in order to survive.

Life is really like that. You can’t even see an inch ahead.

Is this why life is fun?

“Hahahaha… … .”

When I suddenly laughed, Shushuruta, who was running next to me, glared at me with a face like, ‘Why are you doing that?’

I asked Shushuruta.

“Hey. Did you find anything?”

“What the heck. Is now the time to look for something like that? Where would I have the luxury of doing that?”

We ran towards the grave, even sparing time for meals.

Although I knew nothing other than the general location of the tomb, I ran hard with the belief that things would work out somehow.

No, it wasn’t something that could be done, it had to be done somehow.

The first day of the journey to become the master of the magic sword came to an end, and night fell.

Shushuruta suggested that we run in the middle of the night while taking a nap, but I couldn’t bring myself to do that.

Let’s summarize today… … .

In the early morning hours before the sun rose, Shushuruta woke him up and shot a beam of light into the night sky. He escaped the pursuers who were coming towards him with the wind and immediately climbed the mountain. Then, it started to rain, so he continued his hike while getting drenched in rain. After that, he fought all kinds of evil spirits in the rain.

Immediately after, I came down the mountain in one breath without resting, and I ran here without resting either.

There was no room for anything more to be done here.

Having spent the whole day practicing lightness, most of my internal energy has been consumed.

I kept falling asleep.

My body felt heavy, as if soaked in water.

If I were to encounter extreme cold in my current state, I would die without even being able to properly fight back.

What I needed most right now was rest.

“Oh my. I’m dying.”

I was spread out on the ground like a giant.

Shushuruta clicked his tongue as if he was displeased, but prepared to camp without saying anything.

I was watching Shushuruta gather sticks and start a campfire when I suddenly fell asleep.

Then I opened my eyes to Shushuruta’s hand shaking me awake.

“Ashvan. No matter how tired you are, eat and sleep.”

“Umm… … . I’m not eating.”

“Even if I eat and sleep.”

Cheonma laughed heartily.

[There is no mother bird.]

Unable to resist the holy fire of Shushuruta, I woke up half-asleep and roughly chewed on dried fruit and beef jerky.

It was to the point where I couldn’t tell if it was going through my mouth or my nose.

Shushuruta watched me like that and said.

“You don’t have to worry too much.”

“Huh?”

“It’s quite a distance from where the last sighting of the cold was. Don’t worry, you won’t be seeing it for at least a week, so don’t worry and just go to sleep.”

I slowly opened my eyes and asked.

“And after that?”

“It depends on how you avoid it. I just hope the grave isn’t too far away.”

“……check.”

After hearing that, I collapsed and lay down.

Shushuruta kept muttering something about how I would get sick if I ate and lay down right away, but I ignored him and gave in to the overwhelming sleepiness.

I slowly fell into the swamp of sleep.

* * *

Knock knock. Knock knock.

A bonfire was burning before my eyes.

As expected, I couldn’t feel any warmth even when I put my hand on it.

I looked at the person sitting across from me, my mouth watering.

“colon.”

“what.”

The captain answered curtly.

I glared at him, narrowing my eyebrows.

“Why do you keep appearing in my dreams? I can dance the hula all night long with pretty women, but it’s not enough. Do you want to lose?”

“This is crazy. Is this your dream? Or mine?”

I picked up a rock and threw it at him.

“Get out of the room, you punk.”

The captain who avoided the stone stood up from his seat.

“This is really going to fall behind.”

I also stood up without giving in.

“Captain. I’ve become a lot stronger. Do you know? I’m not the same as before.”

The captain smiled mockingly.

“Even if you become strong, it’s useless.”

“Okay. I’ll show you, so get ready to get beaten. The time has finally come. The time when my wish comes true.”

He glared at the captain, his body loosening up menacingly.

The captain raised the corners of his mouth as if he found it funny.

“I’ll give you the topic. Come on, you rascal.”

I raised one hand.

Starlight gathered in his palm, and soon a magnificent starlight sword emerged.

A smile appeared on my lips as well.

“How is it? It’s cool, right?”

The captain snorted, raising his black greatsword.

“You’ve been learning some pretty silly tricks. Are you thinking of joining the circus? Congratulations. You’ve finally found your calling. Your talent will shine.”

“You’ll know if it’s not annoying or not when you get hit. Just don’t cry after getting hit.”

I drew my Starlight Sword and rushed at the captain.

“Get behind!”

A moment later, I was lying on the ground, groaning in pain.

“Ugh… … .”

“Now you know your place.”

The captain shook his hands and sat back down in front of the campfire.

“Where did you learn such foolish things and then act like a fool? Is it a big deal if the sword shines a little?”

“… … .”

“Oh my. This is ridiculous. A hundred years is a long way off, you punk.”

An overwhelming defeat.

… … Even in my dreams, this guy was a monstrous monster.

The captain picked up a stone and threw it.

puck.

The stick got stuck in my butt.

“Come and sit down, you slacker. Don’t joke around.”

“… … .”

I returned to the campfire, slightly exhausted.

The captain looked at me, clicking his tongue.

“Tsk tsk. You’re not even that strong. You still have a long way to go, you rotten bastard. Get going.”

I nodded, pretending not to win.

The captain looked at me, sighed, and stirred the fire with a stick.

“I called you because I had something to say. Tell me quickly.”

I glared at the captain for a moment and then said.

“… … The Knight of the Cold is chasing me.”

“… … .”

“You know? It’s called the Eight Swordsmanship.”

“I don’t know.”

“I’m proud of you, kid.”

The captain glared at me with fierce eyes, so I quickly averted my eyes.

“He’s stronger than the captain. So… he said he had no choice but to take up the demon sword in order to survive.”

“I see.”

The captain replied nonchalantly, stirring the campfire.

“If you hold the magic sword… you could lose your ego and become a bloodthirsty devil.”

“… … .”

“What if I become a monster?”

A horrifyingly shaped monster appeared in the distance.

The bastard was covered in blood and he cut down people indiscriminately.

There were screams. There were begging for help. There were all kinds of shouts that were distorted.

But the monster just laughed even harder and swung its sword.

Every time the monster swung its sword, a stream of red blood sprayed out.

The captain threw his greatsword.

Wedge!

The greatsword flew through the air, piercing the monster.

puck!

The monster fell in vain.

The captain reprimanded me calmly.

“You idiot. What did I say? I said fights should be fierce.”

“… … .”

“If you act like that, how will that Demon Sword guy come out? He’ll say that’s right and eat you.”

“… … .”

The captain sighed and said to me.

“Come here.”

Looking at him, the captain nodded and gestured.

“hurry.”

“… … .”

I sat down next to him.

The captain hit me on the head.

puck!

“evil!”

“This kid. Saying such weak things? Did I teach him that?”

“Ugh. Ugh.”

The captain mercilessly trampled on me as I fell.

“In that case, you should give up on me now. Huh? Why are you so scared of a sword? An inspector is not someone who is swung by a sword, but someone who swings it. Where would a punk who doesn’t even know the basics do it?”

“Ugh. Ugh.”

“Look for it. Look for it.”

The moment when I really think I’m going to die like this…

My eyes lit up.

It was a quiet night.

A small bonfire was crackling nearby, and the rustling of insects could be heard nearby.

When I woke up, it was a pretty late night.

“… … .”

I sat up and stared blankly into space for a while.

The devil asked me like that. It seems he spied on my dream.

[Are you my teacher?]

“Master? Captain?”

[okay.]

I thought for a moment and then shook my head.

“What is a teacher? It’s not like that.”

[then.]

“just…….”

I answered intermittently, searching for words.

“Family… … I guess.”

[I see.]

“okay.”

[That’s fortunate.]

“… … .”

I was momentarily speechless by the unexpected words.

I tried to answer in a cheerful tone.

“I only have one master. You can be proud of it.”

Cheonma snorted.

[That ugly guy.]

I came to my senses, relaxed my stiff body, and looked around.

Shushuruta was curled up and sleeping near the campfire as usual.

And in front of it was a thick three-quarters of a meter.

The red berries were nowhere to be seen, perhaps because they had been eaten separately.

I smiled and gently stroked Shushuruta’s head as he was sleeping.

“You punk.”

“Umm… … .”

Shushuruta shook his head from side to side as if rejecting my touch, then licked his lips and fell back into dreamland.

I shook off the dirt and chewed everything thoroughly, leaving not a single root behind.

I immediately sat cross-legged and started to meditate.

By eating the three foods little by little like that and eating the Un-gi breakfast, the amount of internal energy accumulated in the danjeon has increased considerably.

It’s not a big burden to use the Night Sky Moonlight Strike.

If I think about it, it seems like it was only a short time ago that I was struggling with whether to use a sword.

It was a great development.

A delighted smile naturally appeared on my lips.

Just looking at the performance was enough to fill my stomach.

‘My babies.’

Now that I have checked my internal energy, it was time to check the results of this fight.

I’m sure I heard a creaking sound.

I walked to the lake in my mind and jumped in.

After sinking into such a deep state of thought… …I came face to face with a large wall made of steel and ice.

A large X-shaped scar was drawn on the wall.

One was drawn while dancing with a sword on a moonlit night before, and two were added this time by cutting raindrops.

I touched the gold on the wall… … .

I tried to punch that intersection.

puck!

The stones fell in a rustling manner.

“Huh?”

This time, I tried a star-filled technique.

Zzz!

More gravel fell.

“huh?”

I tried casting a starlight sword and striking the intersection with sword energy.

Jjeong! Jjeong!

The walls shook with a rumbling sound.

I took a few steps back and quietly observed the wall.

“This… …if I do it well?”

The words, “Can it be done?” rose to my throat but I barely managed to swallow them back down.

There’s no point in making a fuss for nothing.

I thought of Cheonma’s words.

Let’s not get excited and get upset over things like this.

Whether the stones are flying or not, it is a matter of remaining silent.

I looked at the wall and asked for consent.

“Isn’t that right, Master?”

Cheonma paused for a moment and then answered.

[… … Not bad. Keep going like this.]

A chuckle came out.

How many compliments has this been?

Not bad. To this extent, it wasn’t just a compliment, it was high praise.

“Okay.”

I swung the Starlight Sword madly and struck the intersections of the walls with devastating blows.

Zzz! Zzz! Zzz!

Urrrr… … .

The walls trembled.

The sword marks on the walls made of steel and ice were getting deeper.

* * *

The Grave of Oposis.

Second day.

Today, just like yesterday, I ran hard, showing off my lightness.

Because I didn’t have time, I just avoided the pursuers without confronting them.

“It’s refreshing.”

Rather, it was good.

I felt that my lightness of achievement was becoming deeper and deeper.

The more I ran, the closer I got to the wind.

“Hahahaha… … .”

I ran, letting out a long laugh.

Shushuruta, who was running beside me, suddenly perked up his ears as he glanced at me with a sidelong glance as if he disapproved of me.

“hmm?”

Shushuruta tilted his head and then stopped.

I also stopped running after her.

“What? Why?”

I asked, jumping around in place with a moderately feverish body.

Shushuruta perked up his ears.

“This sound… … sounds familiar.”

Shushuruta tilted his head, then clapped his hands.

“ah!”

“Why? Do you know him?”

Shushuruta nodded.

“You know it too.”

“I know too?”

“Why, you know. The wandering knight you met on your way to Scarab. You beat him up and took his sword. His name was… what was it? Sir Oatmeal?”

I followed her and thought for a moment, then spoke almost simultaneously with Cheonma.

[Boksil?]

“… … Bok-sil, Kyung?”

“Ah! That’s right. Bok-sil Kyung.”

Shushuruta clapped his hands.

“Bok-sil is really pretty. What should I do? Should I meet her and go?”

“Do you have time?”

“It’s not like we’re going to fight for long. By the way, is your sword in good condition?”

I drew my sword at her words.

The pure white sword that once exuded a noble air was now in a mess beyond recognition.

To the point where I even feel a little guilty.

“Hmm. It’s time to change. This is a good time. Let’s go.”

“okay.”

Shushuruta walked ahead.

She said as she walked away.

“But… the sound of the footsteps was a little different. That’s why I didn’t notice it right away.”

“Hmm… … Really?”

Did it work to hit me with internal energy?

“You’ll know when you see it.”

[Oh. I’m looking forward to it.]

I hurried my pace.

The steps were light.

Bok-shil is a gentleman.

Now, I’m going to meet you.