A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 79



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Episode 79. How to defeat a genius

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The kid got beaten like a dog by me and then passed out.

This guy grew up to be more well-groomed than I thought.

I only hit him half as hard as the captain used to hit me at this age. He barely passed out.

I treated him roughly by pouring my internal energy into his body through acupuncture points, then left him in front of the dorm and returned.

Someone will find him and take him away, or he will come to his senses and crawl away on his own before his mouth rolls back onto the cold floor.

Half of the time, he hit me with the intention of chasing me out of the empty space where I was practicing.

The day after I held the brat.

As expected, the kid didn’t come.

I was so happy that I swung my sword around like a madman to celebrate having the wide open space to myself.

Then, Shushuruta was hanging on the branch he was sleeping on, doing a chin-up with only his right arm, but the branch broke and he fell to the ground along with Shushuruta.

After getting hit on the back by Shushuruta a few times, he searched for another sturdy tree branch and continued his training.

This was because, of course, internal training was important, but external training was also important.

In the meantime, my external training was replaced with actual combat with the demons chasing me with daggers, but when the situation was not favorable, I had no choice but to swing my sword like a madman or exercise like this.

I did sit-ups with my legs hanging from tree branches, and I also chose a sturdy tree to practice my punches and kicks.

After tormenting the trees like that, the next day came to an end.

The third day.

While they were harassing the trees without a trace, a little boy appeared.

I was a little surprised.

How could he come back after being beaten to the point of unconsciousness?

I looked into the guy’s eyes carefully.

Is this guy crazy too?

The kid who appeared in the empty lot glared at me with glaring eyes, then suddenly came running at me with a wooden sword.

“Eww!”

I looked at the kid who was attacking me with a curse with bewildered eyes and then lightly kicked his wrist.

The little boy who dropped his sword did not give up and attacked me by swinging his fists and feet indiscriminately.

This guy was a crazy, reckless guy.

There is a saying that a madman’s medicine is a whip.

“This has been a medicine since ancient times.”

[You take some medicine too.]

“Eating it won’t help me.”

I decided to prescribe some medicine to the crazy guy.

He beat me up just as badly as the first day.

This time, it seemed like he was holding out for a little longer, but he eventually lowered his head and fainted.

“It’s so poisonous. It’ll pounce on you until you pass out.”

I poured my inner energy into the little boy’s body by touching various acupuncture points, then spoke to Shushuruta, who was watching from the tree.

“Please drop this off in front of the dorm.”

“Oh, it’s annoying… … .”

“Written.”

“… … .”

Shushuruta grumbled and dragged the little boy by the leg.

I muttered with satisfaction.

“Okay. He won’t come anymore.”

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The next day, the little boy came to visit.

“… …Maybe I was too gentle.”

I waved my hands in reflection.

“Come in. There’s no time.”

“Eww!”

The guy ran towards me.

“hmm?”

But the rushing speed was faster than before.

It didn’t just get a little faster, it got dramatically faster.

But what should I say?

It was so unbalanced that it looked like it might fall over on its own at any moment.

I feel like a wild boar that can’t control its overflowing strength.

With the posture broken, attacking was easier than before.

I dodged the wooden sword the guy swung at me and then gently tapped his forehead.

puck!

“Ugh… … !”

The guy fell over, clutching his stomach.

I looked down at the whimpering little boy and asked.

“You. Did you use mana?”

The little boy glared at me with bloodshot eyes.

“… … Mana? Is this power Mana?”

Answering a question with a question. What a shameless guy.

“You little brat, how dare you talk back.”

Just as he was about to give him another good beating, the little boy pointed to the fallen tree.

“That tree. Did you cut it down?”

“Then what are we going to do?”

The little boy looked at me with serious eyes.

“Auror, can I use it?”

Actions speak louder than words.

He took out the sword that was split in two and covered it with a red aura to make a complete sword.

Woof-

The sword let out a short cry.

The kid stared at my sword with his mouth half open, then looked up at me.

“… … You. What is your identity?”

I said with a shrug.

“You don’t know that. Isn’t it cool?”

“That’s cool.”

“I know. What’s your name?”

“Hugo.”

Hugo immediately stood up with a determined look on his face and spoke to me in a determined tone.

“Teach me how to use mana.”

“no.”

I beat the guy up and then dropped him back in front of the dorm.

But this time, less than a day later, we were back in the empty lot.

To be exact, when I came back from dinner, Hugo was waiting for me.

“Oh, this is a healthy baby. Is this a growing sprout? Why is it recovering so quickly? Did I do the bloodletting for nothing?”

Hugo suddenly fell to the ground and said.

“Please teach me how to use a sword. Please.”

“You’re just a seed. Go learn from the great knights.”

“The knights are busy.”

“I’m busy too. Get out.”

As I said that, I kicked the guy with a kick full of my inner strength.

Hugo rolled over and fell flat on his face again.

“Please teach me how to use a sword.”

It was the same no matter how many times I kicked it.

The guy rolled around like a worm and kept bowing.

“Please teach me how to use a sword.”

“Oh my… … .”

I scratched my head.

Got caught by a leech.

“Hey, hey, wake up.”

I kicked the leech with my foot to make it stand up and glared at it.

“Do you know who I am?”

“I don’t know.”

Looking into the boy’s innocent, cow-like eyes, it didn’t seem like a lie.

I was the type that was insensitive to rumors.

You’re so busy swinging your sword all day long, who would have time to worry about rumors?

Still, I cautioned you just in case.

“If you go anywhere and say you saw me, you’ll die. Do you understand?”

“Yes. So are you going to teach me how to use a sword?”

I said, clicking my tongue.

“I’m busy too. You know those guys who have been harassing you? I’ll let you go just long enough to beat those guys up. The rest of you, go learn from the good knights. They’ll teach you much better than I can.”

Hugo opened his eyes wide.

“Rickman is the strongest rider in our group.”

“Rickman? That little bossy brat’s name is Rickman?”

“Yes. He’s a genius.”

I nodded slowly.

“He is a genius. … … But he is not as good as that lord’s son who first held a sword.”

“yes?”

“Well, he’s just a kid. There’s nothing he can’t do.”

“… … That’s ridiculous. How can I beat him?”

“This kid.”

puck!

I hit Hugo on the head.

Hugo opened his eyes.

“Why are you hitting me?”

“You pathetic little brat. Fighting is all about momentum. If you start off on the losing side, you can’t win. Do you understand?”

“… … .”

“Huh? You look like you don’t understand. Get into position.”

“… … ?”

“I’ll check your posture, so try doing what you always do.”

“ah.”

Only then did Hugo understand what was being said and raised his wooden sword above his head.

I corrected his posture by tapping his arms and legs with a branch.

“Your center of gravity is messed up. Put your feet back further. Put strength into your butt. Keep your legs flexible, and your upper body firm. Stand straight. That’s right. Now, press the back of the sword against your back. That way, your range of motion will increase and your power will be maximized. Relax your wrists and shoulders. Gentle but firm. Feel like you’re cutting, not striking. Are you swinging with a stick? No, it’s not. It’s a sword, you punk. You’re supposed to cut, not hit.”

I corrected his posture like that and then took a step back and said.

“Now just cut it like that.”

Hugo brought down his sword.

Hmph!

It sounded noticeably different from before.

A gust of wind blew and the boy’s hair blew.

Hugo looked at the wooden sword in my hand with a blank expression.

“hmm.”

I nodded my head with some satisfaction.

The shaking of the sword tip has been significantly reduced.

What does this mean?

This meant that the power was transmitted straight to the sword without any waste.

If you can put mana in here, your sword strikes will become even stronger.

I told Hugo.

“You will defeat Langman with just one swing of this sword.”

“It’s Rickman.”

“Yeah, Rickman.”

“… … Is that possible?”

Exactly!

“evil!”

“They say that fighting is all about momentum. Throw away those weak, filthy thoughts. I decide whether it’s possible or impossible.”

“… … .”

“Of course, you can’t become stronger than Langman in a short period of time. There’s a reason why geniuses are geniuses.”

“… …Rickman. Then how are you going to knock him down?”

“Being strong doesn’t necessarily mean you win. The one who wins is strong. Do you understand what I mean?”

“no.”

“Listen carefully. Geniuses are arrogant, unlucky guys.”

“I know that very well.”

“They always have a corner of their hearts that they are nurturing called carelessness. If you strike that carelessness down, you will win.”

“oh.”

“okay?”

“no.”

I kicked Hugo in the stomach.

“Ugh!”

Hugo, who was hit by the surprise attack, flew several meters and rolled around on the ground several times.

“This is carelessness.”

“Ugh… … .”

“It won’t be difficult. If you keep trying, you’ll figure it out on your own.”

I explained as I looked at Hugo, who was getting up unsteadily.

“If you don’t want to die, you have to use everything you have and nothing you don’t have. Learn while getting beaten. I learned this way too, so this is the only way I can teach you. If you don’t want to, run away now.”

Hugo raised his wooden sword and glared at me with a fierce look.

“I don’t have any problem.”

“Pass.”

I started the class with a smirk.

The class was largely divided into psychological warfare and mana utilization, but I did them both at the same time.

“You little punk. And you’re still a savage? Your father is doing a noble job of illuminating the darkness, but what are you? Why are you walking alone into the pitch-black darkness, unable to even light up your surroundings?”

“Huh!”

“You idiot. You pathetic idiot. If anyone curses at your father, you should kill them. You should tear off one of their arms somehow. And you still think you’re the son of the chief? You should burn down the whole house with a candle!”

I slapped them all together, hurling all sorts of curses at them.

Hugo was dizzy from all the creative swear words and couldn’t come to his senses.

A warm fist flew towards Hugo.

puck!

“Are you out of your mind? Are you planning to make your father into a man who gets eaten by a fat lady?”

After a while of swearing and beating him, Hugo finally attacked with his eyes wide open.

“Eww!”

puck!

It was quite heavy.

I blocked the flying fist with my palm and then chuckled.

His fist was wrapped in mana.

“Okay, kid. Just do it.”

Hugo looked up at me with a bewildered expression.

“Remember that feeling.”

I heard the sound of applause and looked to see Shushuruta, who was watching from the tree, clapping.

Hugo looked at Shushuruta with a startled expression.

I kicked that Hugo.

“Gap. You little brat.”

“100 million!”

Hugo flew a few meters again and rolled around on the ground.

I looked at Hugo, who was bathing in dirt, and muttered something like a famous saying.

“Never let your guard down.”

Cheonma laughed heartily.

[Who are you in a position to teach?]

I scratched my neck awkwardly.

“… … That’s true. This is also kind of fun. It’s not like I don’t learn something new.”

Cheonma nodded and admitted it.

[There are some things that can only be learned by being taught.]

“I’ll just wait until my arm gets better. The doctor said it would take a month anyway.”

Phew!

I put my inner energy into my fingertips and stabbed them into my bandaged left arm.

Every time I thought about it, I was treating my arm with acupuncture like this.

It wasn’t a broken bone, so it didn’t heal right away like a torn muscle, but it seemed to be effective, so I kept trying it in a state of uncertainty.

So, the doctor’s surprising recovery speed was not only due to the incredible recovery power derived from Cheonma’s talent, but also partly due to my efforts to insert acupuncture points into my arm from time to time.

[Do as you wish. This is also a different kind of fun.]

“Our master is just watching.”

Hugo stood up and asked.

“Me?”

“Not you. Emma.”

Suddenly, I felt someone’s gaze and looked at Shushuruta.

She would look at me with a strange look every time I talked to Cheonma.

“What are you looking at?”

Shushuruta stuck out his tongue.