A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 78



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Episode 78. Let’s get it right

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The little boy suddenly raised his head and looked up at the tree, but there was no one there.

I muttered softly in a solemn tone.

“No way, kid. I’m above you.”

It’s a metaphor, but it was actually above my head.

Not right above. A little way away.

The moment the guy was about to raise his head, we had already moved away, completely silent.

Shushuruta said as he looked at the little boy who was wandering around.

“He’s a guy with good instincts.”

I rested my chin on my hand and muttered absentmindedly.

“Even so, he’s just a kid.”

“You were a kid too.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“They say a frog can’t think of its past as a tadpole.”

“I am not a frog.”

“They look alike.”

“Stop talking nonsense.”

While we were bickering, the little boy looked around, looking for the culprit who had cut down the tree.

Then he soon gave up, sat down in the empty space, and lifted his wooden sword.

“Oh. Is that training?”

The boy raised his sword above his head and slashed straight down.

Hung-

The sound of the wind cutting through the air was quite loud.

[Hmm. This is the posture you learned while wielding a sword.]

It was just as Cheonma said.

The downward posture, the overall center of gravity, and the rough movements were a bit awkward, but… … .

Judging from his overall neatness in his movements, it was easy to tell that he was an aspiring knight.

Even the single downward movement had quite a bit of momentum.

Hung-

The little boy repeated the straight downward motion.

Shushuruta, who had been watching, said.

“It seems like the seed is right. It seems like he came here to secretly practice.”

Shushuruta tilted his head as he spoke.

“But why do you practice in secret?”

“I guess it’s better to practice in a quiet environment. Hey, didn’t you bring any beef jerky?”

“I only brought dried fruit. Since you are my colleague, the maids gave me a lot.”

“I should have brought some beef jerky too. Tsk… You have no sense.”

“You, with your wonderful sense, didn’t bring it?”

While Shushuruta and I bickered, the little one practiced silently.

We sat side by side on the tree, eating snacks and watching the little one practice.

Even though he was covered in sweat, the little boy did not stop practicing.

Without any other sword movements, he just kept slashing down without any manner of thinking.

He was a pretty vicious guy.

I nodded slightly and muttered.

“It’s like looking at my childhood.”

Shushuruta snorted.

“… … Are you laughing?”

“That guy is an aspiring knight.”

“I wasn’t a knight aspirant, but I was like that. I trained all day long and stuff.”

“When you were that age, you probably would have been a brat and a bully.”

“What do you know, you thief?”

“A punk.”

We had a snowball fight for a while.

“It’s delicious. Give me more.”

“Stop eating. Why did you suddenly start liking it when you didn’t even like it in the first place?”

“Everything you steal tastes good.”

“Stop eating!”

Shushuruta bit my arm as I rummaged through a bag of dried fruit.

“Ouch! This kid. Are you going to try it? Are you going to try it?”

[Tsk. Just stay still.]

The kid stopped swinging his sword and looked this way, so we quickly moved away and made a truce.

“I’ll just eat a little.”

“Just a little bit.”

While I was watching the little one practice while stealing Shushuruta’s snack, Shushuruta perked up his ears and looked behind him.

“Someone is coming.”

“also?”

Shushuruta nodded.

“There are a lot more of them this time. They seem to be coming from the east, from the lodgings where the seeds are staying.”

“Was this a hidden training spot? Why is everyone flocking here?”

I tried to swing my sword secretly, but there were a lot of intruders.

A moment later, a group of kids of similar age to the one swinging the sword appeared in the open space, brawling.

The guys found the little kid who came first and started giggling and talking among themselves.

“I was wondering where you went.”

“I knew it, you idiot.”

“Do you think swinging it like that will change anything?”

“You’re still messing around here.”

“No, are you really doing that because you don’t know?”

Looking closely, there was one guy who seemed to be the leader.

The kids were chattering away at him.

The leader of the kids raised the corners of his mouth and said.

“A fool doesn’t know he’s stupid.”

Then he called out to the little boy who was swinging his sword vigorously.

“Hey, you idiot!”

The kids burst into laughter.

“Do you think anything will change if you just swing your sword so foolishly?”

The leader of the little boys started a fight with his usual skills.

The boy who had been swinging the sword glanced at him, then quickly turned his attention away and focused on swinging the sword.

The leader of the little boys raised the corners of his lips and continued to tease him.

“Do you think you can sense mana? Even if you try so hard, you won’t be able to. It’s a waste of effort. Whether or not you can use mana is decided before you turn fifteen. You know that, don’t you?”

“… … .”

“Stop holding on to that sliver of hope. I’m saying this for your own good.”

The kids giggled and chimed in.

“Where will the lowly bloodlines go just because they swing their swords ignorantly?”

“Mana is all in your blood, you ignorant brat.”

“There was no possibility to begin with, so what are you believing in to do that? How stupid.”

“Hey, Hugo. Why don’t you come to my house as a servant? I’ll pay you a lot.”

“No, no. That kid doesn’t know how to do anything else, so he can’t even be a servant. He could be a mercenary or something.”

“Poohahaha!”

I watched from the tree and let out a small exclamation of admiration.

“Ooh.”

Even though it was the kid who got cursed at, for some reason I felt like I was getting cursed at too.

This was because they were insulting both commoners and mercenaries.

According to what those guys said, the reason I couldn’t sense mana was because I was of lowly blood.

‘… … These little brats are cursing at my mom and dad, even though I’ve never met them.’

I felt a little excited, but since it was impossible for an adult to intervene in a fight between kids, I just watched with interest.

However, as the boy continued swinging his sword without even pretending to hear, the men started bringing up his family.

“Your dad is the head of the herb garden?”

The little boy paused for a moment.

The leader kid noticed that, laughed bitterly, and launched a fierce attack.

“The thatch at my house is a little worn out. Can I place an order with your father?”

“… … .”

“Hmm… …. Now that I think about it, it won’t work. It’s obvious that even a candle made by a lowly commoner would be worthless.”

The other kids added extra hits.

“It’s a cheap candle, so it won’t even light properly.”

“Isn’t the candle just flickering?”

Then, one of the little boys comically imitated a flickering candle with his body language.

The kids all laughed together.

“Your dreams are big. Why did a lowly hermit come here to become a knight?”

“No, how did you get here in the first place?”

The leader kid raised the corners of his mouth.

“I know how Hugo got here.”

“how?”

The leader kid looked at the kid named Hugo with a mean smile on his face.

The kid had already stopped swinging his sword.

“That kid’s dad gave it to a fat lady while delivering the first batch.”

“You son of a bitch!”

The little boy grabbed a wooden sword and rushed forward.

The anger in his wide-open eyes was clear.

I exclaimed in admiration.

A bluff that instantly destroys the opponent’s composure.

“You punk. The little kid already has a rag in his mouth. He’s going to be a big deal.”

Shushuruta also nodded in agreement.

“But compared to you, it’s just a drop in the bucket.”

“That’s true.”

The leader kid grinned and waved his hand.

“Are you mad at the sight? Come. I’ll show you the difference in class.”

The boy shouted and swung his sword down.

At that moment, the leader of the group, who had been smiling leisurely, quickly dodged to the side.

Then he punched the kid in the stomach.

puck!

“Ugh!”

The brat gritted his teeth and continued to swing his sword, but the leader brat evaded his attacks with leisurely movements as if teasing him, striking him here and there with his fists and kicking him with his feet each time.

The speed at which it moved was almost twice as fast as the little one.

It was done using mana.

At that age, he uses mana so freely.

He was a genius who could not be refuted.

The other kids burst out laughing when they saw that.

“Poohahaha! Look at that desperate situation.”

“That’s what it means to not know your subject. Where are you going to go with Rickman? There’s a rumor going around that you’re going to become the youngest knight of the Starvangers.”

“How did something so trivial come into this.”

The little boy ended up getting kicked hard in the leg and fell to the floor.

The other kids who were watching came running over and started stamping on him.

“Hoo.”

I watched with excitement as I snatched Shushuruta’s snack and ate it.

The guys hit the kid, spat on him, and hurled a bunch of swear words at him before they got bored and ran back where they came from.

The little boy who had been lying down confirmed that they had left, then brushed himself off and got up nonchalantly.

Then he picked up the wooden sword again and continued his training silently.

Hung-

At first glance, he seemed calm, but I couldn’t miss the anger blazing in his eyes.

“It’s fun.”

A smile spread across my lips.

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After that, I often sneaked out of the mansion and headed to the clearing in the forest.

I heard that Joy, who was bored because of that, was harassing the knights, but that was none of my business.

If there was no kid, he swung his sword, but if there was a kid, he hid and watched.

I came whenever I couldn’t sleep, day or night, and the little one was the same.

The boy swung his sword diligently without missing a single day, and the kids he had seen back then would often come and harass him.

The boy swung his sword silently.

I saw myself in the little boy.

That little kid was repeating the same stupid things I did.

As the leader kid who was good at psychological warfare said, there was no way he would feel Mana just because he did that.

Of course, swordsmanship will increase, but it is not easy to narrow the gap with mana users with just that.

No matter how much you develop your swordsmanship, if you pour mana into your limbs, you will gain several times more strength and several times more speed.

How do you deal with it?

It’s not an easy task.

There is a great wall between mana users and non-users, and an even greater wall between aura users and non-aura users.

It was a wall of talent.

Every day, I would bang my body against this wall and scream.

But the walls were thick, and they never collapsed.

I saw myself in that little brat, and I saw Bok-sil’s pride too.

Bok-sil couldn’t use light mana.

But, last time I saw it.

Bok-sil was using her mana quite skillfully.

It was something that broke down such a thick wall.

This happened not long after I poured my internal energy into my entire body.

‘Then… this guy too?’

fault.

I got down from the tree.

The little boy who had been concentrating on his training looked at me in surprise.

I approached the kid, clenching my fists.

“Let’s get some.”