A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 80



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Episode 080. The best thing about watching a fight

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We shared an empty space and practiced individually.

I mostly harassed the trees and ran around swinging my sword, while Hugo dodged me and repeatedly slashed hard from one side.

Then, whenever I felt feverish and my body was feeling unwell or my training was not going as planned, I would suddenly resume classes.

I kicked Hugo in the side as he repeatedly lowered himself down hard.

puck!

“Never let your guard down!”

“100 million.”

I grabbed Hugo without mercy with the mindset of a teacher, and Hugo gritted his teeth and dodged and blocked the attacks, trying to counterattack me somehow.

Because he was really trying to kill, the guy had no choice but to use his mana in order to survive.

Of course, my mouth never rested while I was being beaten.

Because psychological warfare and mana utilization classes are conducted simultaneously.

I was going through Hugo’s motions, going with the flow of consciousness.

Hugo seemed to be weak to swear words related to his father, so I especially trained him to do that.

“Is it true that your father sells his body instead of his wife? If not, then prove it by knocking me out.”

“I heard your dad got caught carrying a pornographic picture in his pocket? It’s been a rumor in the neighborhood.”

“Did your dad scream like a little girl when he saw a cute cat passing by while walking down the street at night?”

Hugo was at first out of his mind, but now he was fighting back with a somewhat fierce expression on his face.

It still didn’t land me a valid hit, but it was a remarkable growth.

The guy was getting a little stronger every time I beat him up and knocked him out.

It’s amazing how fast growth is possible just by feeling mana.

As expected, Mana is a scam.

It wasn’t my place to say anything since my internal energy was more fraudulent.

“Ugh… … .”

Hugo stumbled after being hit in the side, then lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

“It’s holding up pretty well now.”

I put the unconscious Hugo aside, looked up at the moonless night sky, took a deep breath, and began my training.

While hanging on a tree branch and hitting the thick trunk, Bok-sil took out the broken sword that Kyung had given her.

“Phew… … .”

After catching his breath, he blew his aura and made the red sword glow.

Woof-

Now, his skills had become quite proficient.

I swung it around. It didn’t wobble anymore. It didn’t wobble at all even when I swung it with all my might.

“Hmm. It was good.”

He nodded with satisfaction and withdrew the internal energy he had poured into the sword.

This time I tried streaming starlight.

The starlight also extended beyond the broken part of the sword, then coalesced into the shape of a sword and sharpened the blade.

The sparkling starlight sword was completed.

It was an achievement that was achieved after many rounds of practice.

It wobbles every time I swing it hard, so it seems like it still needs more practice.

I was dancing with the Starlight Sword swinging around on a moonless night, and this time I tried to collect the starlight and capture the moonlight.

It wasn’t an easy task.

It’s hard to explain, but the moonlight had a more shimmering and wispy quality to it, making it very difficult to control.

It was a mystery how he could swing the moonlight so fiercely while fighting against the bitter cold.

A man who is strong in battle. That seems to be me.

I closed my eyes and concentrated.

He carefully guided the sword so that the twinkling moonlight would not flow out.

Woof… … .

Moonlight gently shone on the sword.

“Right.”

I carefully let the moonlight travel up the sword, then I made it shine past the broken part.

It required extreme concentration.

If your concentration wavers even a little, you’ll just fall apart.

Sweat ran down his temples.

I drew the moonlight up to a certain point, then very carefully condensed it and sharpened it to create a moonlight sword.

I opened my eyes and admired the moonlight sword.

The light wasn’t as strong as the Starlight Sword.

It was very gentle and cozy.

From a distance, it may look like an ordinary sword.

But I could tell.

The power contained was completely different.

If starlight was brilliant and destructive, moonlight was soft, secretive, but sharp.

This is the guy who pierced the chest of the bitter cold. No other explanation was necessary.

It was a silent and strong sword.

There’s no need to be loud about being strong, right?

Just as he was about to swing his sword, the Moonlight Sword suddenly became limp and flowed down the blade, dispersing into the night air.

Even though I swung it around while it was scattering, I couldn’t make a full moon appear in the night sky.

At best, the moon disappeared, leaving only a corner of the night sky that looked like a fingernail.

Just by doing that, all that internal energy was sucked out in one go.

… … More training was needed.

Come to think of it, Cheonma had promised to teach him other martial arts if he mastered the Yacheonseongwolgong.

“Master.”

[What is it?]

“What does it mean to achieve great success in the Night Sky Star Moon Work?”

[Your current realm is the beginning of the month. It is the realm of the remaining moon. If you can make the full moon bloom, it can be considered as having achieved great success in the Night Sky Moonlight.]

“aha.”

[I don’t know if you noticed, but you briefly made the full moon bloom.]

“… … Me? When?”

[When I stabbed the sword into that bastard’s chest.]

“ah.”

It certainly seems like there was a full moon back then.

Come to think of it, if it weren’t for that level of power, I wouldn’t have been able to attack that monster no matter how much I let my guard down.

… … I never thought it would be a monster that wouldn’t die even to that extent.

“So that means we just have to make the full moon bloom like that.”

[That’s right. You still have a long way to go. Cheer up, you loser.]

“check.”

I let out a long breath.

He put the sword in its scabbard and sharpened his energy at the same time.

As I looked around, I saw Hugo, who had already woken up and was looking at me with wide eyes.

“What are you looking at?”

“… … What the heck is that? I’ve never seen such an aura before.”

“You don’t know. Just get down and cut it.”

Hugo opened his mouth and let out a word.

“……genius.”

It was so absurd that I had to laugh.

I can’t believe the day will come when I will hear people say I am a genius.

I walked over and kicked the guy in the butt.

“You must be tired from all that nonsense. Come on.”

I grabbed the guy again.

“Your dad got scolded by your mom for complaining about the side dishes.”

“Your mom is a worse cook than I am.”

“Eww!”

I kicked Hugo who was running towards me and said.

“Take a break.”

And then he sat down with a thud.

Hugo, who had been rolling around on the ground, shook off the dirt and walked towards me and sat down next to me.

We rested in silence, dazed.

I was counting the stars in the night sky and then I saw Shushuruta sleeping soundly on a tree branch.

That guy should just sleep in bed and not follow me, but he insists on following me and doing that.

Why are you doing that?

Hugo said.

“Who is that older sister?”

When I turned my head, the guy was following my gaze and looking at Shushuruta.

I answered roughly.

“My colleague.”

“Really?”

“If you look down on me because I look less like a fool, you’ll end up dying without anyone knowing.”

“Are you an assassin?”

“That’s what it is.”

Suddenly Hugo let out a deep sigh.

“You little brat, you’re sighing so unluckily. What’s wrong?”

“… … Does this even make sense? I haven’t even hit you once yet.”

Even though I have obtained the mana I longed for so much, I can’t believe I’m talking like this.

I was about to hit his head because he was making a weak sound… …but I put my hand down.

“How old are you?”

“Sixteen.”

“hmm.”

It turns out that this guy was a sixteen-year-old kid.

But so what?

I hit the guy on the head.

puck!

“evil!”

“This kid is full. He can’t even bow his head in thanks. Even though he’s felt the mana, he’s still crying like that.”

“Then what can I do? I can’t even hit you once. Is this even mana? It doesn’t seem to make much of a difference.”

puck!

He hit me one more time.

“Then did you think it would be easy to beat geniuses? Even if a talentless guy like you trains every day, a genius who just drinks and rolls around is stronger.”

“… … It’s unfair.”

“The world is inherently unfair. It takes a lot of hard work to defeat those who were born with all the blessings of the world. But even then, most of the damn geniuses are the ones you can’t beat.”

Hugo grumbled, rubbing the spot where he had been hit.

“Who the fuck is calling who a genius… … .”

“This kid.”

He hit me one more time.

Hugo glared and rebelled.

“What do you know, old man? You’re a genius who has been blessed by the world. I’m extremely poor and have no talent. This is all I have, and even though I swing my sword every day, I end up like this. I’m always last. Those guys drink in secret, but they get stronger every day!”

I looked at Hugo, who was grumbling.

A snicker came out.

Because it’s the same.

“What are you splitting?”

“What kind of informal speech are you talking about?”

“You’ll never understand me, sir.”

“I understand.”

I looked up at the moonless night sky and smiled bitterly.

“I know your feelings better than anyone else.”

“… … .”

I said, tapping Hugo on the shoulder.

“Little guy. You’ve gotten stronger.”

“It’s so frustrating. I still get beaten up by my uncle.”

“Being able to hit something is also a talent.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“Let’s check tomorrow to see if it’s true or not.”

If I think about it, if this guy hadn’t been hit by me, he probably wouldn’t have felt mana for the rest of his life like me.

I would have spent my whole life cursing and swearing at such an unfair world.

‘Does fate breed fate?’

I stared silently at the moonless night sky.

Instead of the moon rising, all kinds of stars were twinkling.

* * *

The next day. It was a week since I met Hugo.

In the open space where the sunlight was shining down, there was me, Hugo, and Shushuruta, who had brought a lot of snacks.

“Did you call?”

Hugo nodded.

“Yes. I sent a challenge and asked him to bring a wooden sword.”

“What is the challenge content?”

“If you don’t do as I taught you, you’re a cowardly, weakling, worthless piece of shit,” he wrote.

I nodded with satisfaction.

“Okay. I guess I have to come.”

At this moment, Shushuruta perked up his ears and said.

“Ashvan. The little ones are here.”

“Already? It’s so crisp. The provocation worked.”

I locked eyes with Hugo.

“Little one.”

“yes.”

“Listen carefully. This is your chance to defend your father’s honor.”

“hmm!”

“Show me what happens when a talentless, hard-working guy acquires talent. This is a revolution from below. This is the beginning of a cheerful rebellion by the dullards. Got it?”

“yes!”

“Look at me.”

Hugo looked at me with wide eyes.

I chuckled and patted the guy on the cheek.

“Look at those eyes. They look like they’re going to kill someone.”

“It may not be one.”

“Okay. That’s the mindset.”

“hmm!”

“He is the one who insulted your father. Kill him.”

“yes!”

I climbed up the tree with Shushuruta and hid my presence.

Soon, a group of children entered the vacant lot, chattering noisily.

The ringleader, a young punk named Rickman, walked up to Hugo with a wooden sword slung haphazardly over his shoulder.

“Hey, Hugo. Are you finally going crazy?”

Rickman taunted Hugo by waving the wooden sword he had brought in threateningly in front of his eyes.

“You dare challenge me? You want me to kill you, huh?”

Rickman twirled and expertly teased Hugo, but Hugo didn’t even bat an eye.

I asked Shushuruta.

“Hey, did you bring something to eat?”

“I brought dried fruit, and beef jerky. Oh, and here’s some popcorn too.”

“What is popcorn?”

“It is said to be a snack made by frying corn kernels in oil.”

“Okay.”

I watched the fight with a snack in my mouth.

Of all the things to watch, the best is watching a fight, and among them, the fight between Japan and the US is a fucking fight. It was exciting even though I wasn’t fighting myself.

Suddenly, I wondered if this was what the Cheonma in my mind felt like.

[Well, it’s similar.]

That’s right.

Rickman said, poking Hugo in the shoulder with his sword.

“Hey. Hey. What’s with that expression? You look so pissed? Are you trying to do it with me, right now?”

Hugo remained silent.

“Okay. I’ve been taking pity on you for so long, but this won’t do. Today is your last day in the Knights of Starvanger. I’ll chop off your limbs and send you back to your old, worn-out home where your father awaits you.”

Rickman smiled wryly.

“Oh, I don’t know if you came because your father was having a hot time with that fat lady.”

Rickman’s gang burst into laughter.

“Poohaha! Or maybe a fire broke out while you were making candles and the house burned down already?”

“That kid is lucky. If it were me, I would have just killed him. Rickman knows chivalry.”

“It’s a sight, really. Today is that kid’s memorial day.”

Exactly!

Hugo struck Rickman’s wooden sword, which had been poking his shoulder.

Then he looked at Rickman, who looked surprised, and said:

“Your parents. I heard you’re actually siblings. Is that true?”

“… … !”

Hugo looked at Rickman’s rounded expression and smiled.

“Come at me, you piece of shit.”