I Became a Shaman in a Fantasy World - Chapter 42



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#42 Why is it like this? (1)

I have something important coming up right now.

“Hoo…”

I placed the branch of the World Tree in front of me and held the small axe tightly in both hands.

As a man, before being a shaman, this is something I cannot just ignore.

Isn’t there a saying like that?

The man is a gearhead.

They say a craftsman is not picky about his tools, but I am not a craftsman yet.

As a young disciple, good equipment is essential.

“Honestly, if a shaman participated in a war, shouldn’t she receive this much?”

Nod.

Serena nodded in agreement with my opinion.

In fact, I think Serena would have nodded no matter what I said.

Because I completely agree with all of your opinions.

“Serena, can you turn your eyes?”

It might be an incredibly cruel scene for her.

Because, strictly speaking, the branch in front of my eyes was about the size of a finger of the World Tree.

“….?”

“Oh, I’m going to create debt.”

“….?”

“There’s something like that… that shamans use.”

If you live as a shaman, you will basically become more perceptive.

Don’t I just communicate with the souls by looking at their facial expressions and gestures?

Even without Serena speaking, it was enough to communicate somehow.

“Then shall we make it?”

There is no need to use all the branches.

I was thinking of cutting off the small branches attached to the large trunk and using them.

I have already prayed to the world tree.

He said he would create a debt, so please think of it kindly.

It seemed like there was something he didn’t like…

Swish –

He lifted the axe forcefully and struck down the branches.

Phew –

“Huh?”

“…..?”

The axe hit the branch accurately.

But I couldn’t dig in even as much as a fingernail.

I swung the axe again.

Phew –

“….”

As expected, this time the axe bounced back.

All the firewood we use at home is cut with this axe.

This axe has already proven its effectiveness by chopping a lot of firewood.

It wasn’t the axe’s fault.

“Is it because it’s a world tree…?”

I swung the axe a few more times, but there was no change.

The tree withstood the axe and did not split in the end.

“That’s strange…”

It wasn’t just talk, it was really weird.

Have you ever heard such a story?

There are stories about an abandoned doll coming back home, or a hand growing on a grave and then falling off when alcohol was poured on it.

My gut told me that this was that kind of weird story.

“Hmm…is this it?”

First of all, let’s say that it is possible because the object itself is not an ordinary object.

however···.

“Hey, head. What are you splitting?”

– ….

The heads and ghosts were laughing.

If it were just a joke I’d hold it in, but these guys are hideous.

If you laugh like that, your face will inevitably become grotesque.

Especially that guy with the big head is holding his head in his hand and laughing…

For a moment, he bowed his head toward the branch again.

“World Tree…I will only make one fan.”

Whee –

Phew –

“Just one debt… yes?”

Phew –

“under…”

The sound of hitting a tree resonates, but not a single scratch is left.

What this means is that the tree itself is not prepared to make a fan.

“We already reached an agreement through prayer, so now you’re saying this…”

Just in case, I asked Serena.

“By any chance, can you use the Auror Blade?”

Yes, yes, yes.

“Splitting it with magic? Is this a bit too much…?”

If you can’t create debt, then…

As I hugged the tree and pondered, something kept coming to mind.

The problem is that we can’t make it with this.

“It must be really small…”

It seems right that that keeps floating around in my head…

“Should I check it out eventually?”

He asked a question while shaking the bell.

Daughter –

“I want to create a loan, is there anything else you want?”

Daughter –

Again it crossed my mind.

Daughter –

“If you make it like this, the size will be much smaller.”

There was no change in what came to mind.

How on earth does the World Tree know this and tell me to make it…

You may have seen something in my memory.

“Ha…let’s give it a try.”

He put the bell back on his waist and picked up the axe again.

But no matter how much I think about it, it’s still ambiguous.

“No, where can you find such a small jangseung?”

Jangseung is originally very large.

In addition, to make them, you usually have to make them in pairs.

Although there are some differences depending on the region, the well-known jangseung usually consist of two in a pair.

This is the jangseung of the Great General of the World and the General of the Earth.

“Are you really telling me to make a jangseung…?”

The eggplant is just the size of my leg.

If you cut this in half, you get two jangseung as high as my knees.

Can something so small be called a jangseung?

“…Please take care of me as I am about to make a jangseung.”

He swung the axe he was holding in his hand.

It was an axe that was swung gently, just in case, with an ambiguous mind.

Phew –

Honest –

“It’s a real jangseung.”

As if it were a lie, the branch broke in two.

Even parts that weren’t hit broke off.

It was a strange thing.

“….”

It’s a good thing that the tree is split, but there is a problem.

I have no talent for sculpture.

Even if I try to carve a jangseung, it won’t turn out to be the right shape.

“I don’t think I should leave it to someone else…”

It just felt like this was something I had to do.

If you feel this way in your life as a shaman, isn’t it inevitable?

What needs to be done must be done.

“I’ve even carved a piece into my palm.”

When I brought a dagger suitable for carving, Serena was waiting with a chair and wood.

“thank you.”

It might be worth a try, as long as the tree doesn’t hold up like before.

With that in mind, I brought the tip of the knife to the wood and it was easily carved.

rustle –

Sugeok –

I wonder if that was the same hard wood from before.

The pieces came together easily and without any obstruction, as if they were made of clay.

“It’s a life where you get to try all sorts of things.”

I’ve been struck by lightning and flown in the sky.

Even jangseung are carved.

That too is a world tree.

rustle –

After cutting off the branches and peeling off the bark, a fairly decent looking branch was created.

Except that it’s getting thinner and thinner.

“Hmm… no matter how I look at it, this isn’t it…”

What a thin and small jangseung.

I peeled off the flesh from the eggplant and made it into a cylinder, so its size was quite shabby.

In terms of sacredness, no other jangseung can compare to it, but in terms of size, no jangseung can compare to it.

“Quality is more important than size.”

When it comes to jangseung, the face is the most important.

That way, the evil spirits will get scared and run away.

A face filled with divine energy.

I’ve never been a ghost before so I don’t know for sure, but to evil spirits it’s an incredibly scary being.

The face was carved with great care.

“Serena, what do you think? Do you look a little scared?”

“…”

Why was the reaction so lukewarm?

Well, I wonder how good the results would be with my skills.

A head shape that looks like a hat or something with vague facial features.

I tried to imitate the hat worn by noblemen, but I don’t think anyone else would recognize it.

“Hmm…”

He carefully engraved the words “Great General of the World” on his body.

The completed Jangseung of the Great General.

When I set it up, it came up to my knees, so it wasn’t really a jangseung, but…

“Closer to the bat…?”

It was just the right size to hold and swing around.

If you just make the handle thin, you can use it as a bat.

“….”

He held in his hand the wood to make the Jangseung (totem pole) of the Jihae General.

As the task seemed to be taking quite a while, Serena hesitated as if she had something to say.

“why?”

A mouth that moves as if it has made up its mind about something.

And then Serena’s voice leaked out.

“…I’ll prepare a meal.”

Serena was like that every time she spoke.

The very act of speaking is terrifying to Serena.

Should I say that it is a scar left on my mind?

“thank you.”

Time passed while I was trimming the jangseung.

After spending a lot of time working on it, it started to look pretty good.

Of course, this is true considering that it was made with my own skills.

The facial features were still vague.

“This is enough.”

There were letters engraved on two jangseung.

The great general of the world, the female general of the underground.

Rather than Chinese characters, I engraved the language of this place to fit this world.

It turned out quite unique.

“As long as it’s effective, that’s fine…”

It will be enough since the energy you are holding is not ordinary.

maybe···.

“Where should I plant this?”

Our house has no fence.

There was nothing that could be called an entrance.

“I have to put it at the entrance…but here for now?”

The central part of the yard.

Since the Jangseung Festival has not been held yet, it is perfect to leave it there temporarily.

It’s also convenient to refine it further whenever you have time.

I dug up the ground and set up jangseung facing each other.

“hmm…”

At that moment, Serena approached me.

It looks like the meal is ready.

I just found out yesterday that Serena is a really good cook.

I can finally eat a proper meal at home.

“It’s all over already?”

It wasn’t just our meals that were prepared.

The ancestral rite table had already been prepared.

Even those of the cemetery elders and evil spirits.

It was quite sincere, even though Serena couldn’t see it.

“….”

Thanks to Serena, many things have become easier.

That means you don’t have to go out and get water separately.

“…Undine.”

Bow.

As expected, Undine greets me.

Undine, who had greeted me, approached somewhere.

“…?”

“Huh?”

It went to the jangseung I planted.

“Is it because it’s a world tree?”

Undine, who had approached him in a friendly manner, tilted her head and began to sprinkle water on him.

“Undine?”

“…?”

Why are you pouring water there?

“Wait a minute….”

Now that I think about it, that branch had fallen off a long time ago, but it was still green.

The leaves did not wither until the branches were cut off.

A fleeting thought flashed through my mind.

A jangseung of ridiculous size.

Still, the airstrike came down.

If my thoughts are correct, then it all makes sense.

“Is this… growing?”