S-Class Hunter Heals with Monsters - Chapter 209



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209. Paper Mask of the Coconut Family

Dodaki and Sasa walked around on the table wearing combined masks.

It didn’t look uncomfortable, but something was missing by 2%. What could it be? Cheon Do-woon, who was examining the condition, realized the reason belatedly.

“I can’t put it on or take it off.”

The tracksuit was sewn to surround the sash and the topknot.

It is a disposable mask that cannot be taken off or put on.

“I need to button it up.”

Cheon Do-woon lifted the side of the mask with a thread.

I added a piece of shirt fabric to it, sewed it on, and added a button. I also made a buttonhole on the other side.

By opening the collar and buttoning up the buttons, a removable mask was completed.

“That’s pretty good. That would also guarantee Dodak’s anonymity.”

If Dodak’s anonymity is guaranteed, Cheon Do-woon’s identity will not be revealed.

Baekho Lee, who was watching from the side, said this and took out the return stone.

“Then I’ll make sure that all applications are anonymous. Oh, and what should we name our team?

“Team name?”

“Yes. If you apply as a team, you can register up to 30 people. Of course, not all of them will participate, so you can think of it as registering reserve players.”

“Really? That’s the team name.”

Cheon Do-woon was lost in thought. If there was a team name that could represent them, there was only one.

“Coconut Family.”

The siblings laughed at Cheon Do-woon’s words as if they had known that would happen.

In fact, that was the first thing that came to their mind when they heard the team name.

“Okay. Then I’ll apply to be a member of the Coconut Family team. Boss, please think of up to thirty people to bring.”

After saying those words, Baekho Lee entered the gate.

As he returned, Cheon Do-woon looked back at the group.

“Is everyone going to participate?”

The siblings nodded. The trio also raised their hands. They couldn’t help but feel happy even just by listening.

“Sir, I’ll go too.”

Kim Na-ri, who was organizing paintings inside the house, also came over and raised her hand.

“Okay. Then Kim Na-ri will attend as well. For the rest of the members, let’s bring some from among the Chimeras.”

There are 49 chimeras brought from the slums. It’s more than enough to fill the number.

“Chimeras aside, since they’re going to be anonymous, we’ll have to cover our faces. What are we going to do?”

Cheon Do-woon looked around the group and asked. Kim Na-ri raised her hand in response.

“Sir, I’ll write this and go.”

In Kim Na-ri’s hand was a sunflower-shaped mask. It was a handmade mask drawn on drawing paper with crayons.

I drew a mask after listening to the conversation going on in the yard.

“It’s a paper mask. It’s fine. Then hold it against your face. I’ll attach strings to it so you can hang it on your ears.”

“Oh oh! Got it.”

Kim Na-ri covered her face with a sunflower mask.

Cheon Do-un made holes on both sides of the mask, threaded a thread through it, and tied it so that it could be hung on the ears.

Yoo Beom, who saw that, laughed as if it was funny.

“That looks good. Should I make a paper mask too?”

“Oh? Uncle Sparrow also wears a paper mask? Then I’ll bring drawing paper. I’ll bring crayons too.”

Kim Na-ri ran home and brought several sheets of drawing paper.

It was a fairly thick piece of drawing paper, so I didn’t think it would tear easily.

Yoo-beom, sitting at the table, looked at the crayons with a troubled face.

Kim Na-ri’s mask is a yellow sunflower. She had to draw a mask that was just like it.

“Okay. I’ve decided.”

Yoo Beom picked up a brown crayon. He drew a picture on the drawing paper with it.

His hands move here and there. Looking at his expression, he is an artist who burns his soul. In fact, the picture drawn on the drawing paper was realistic.

The time I lived alone with my younger brother inside the empty gate was about 60 years.

There were certain games they could play.

Drawing on dirt, throwing stones, doing aerobatic flying. That’s all there was to it.

As he had been scribbling a lot on the dirt floor, Yoo Beom’s drawing skills were quite excellent.

“It’s a sparrow.”

Cheon Do-woon smiled when he saw the picture. Yoo Beom, who had finished his finishing touches, smiled proudly as he put down the crayons.

“That’s right. It’s a sparrow. I’m Uncle Sparrow. I’d like to ask you to thread my mask for me too.”

Yoo Beom put a sparrow-shaped mask on his face.

As Cheon Do-woon snapped his fingers, a string that could be hung on Yoo Beom’s mask was attached to his ears, just like it had been for Kim Na-ri.

“Wow, I’ll make a paper mask too. It looks nice.”

Nam Ki-seok sat down at the table and took a piece of drawing paper.

“Then me too.”

“Should I make a paper mask too?”

Seok Woo-hyuk and No. 49 also decided to wear paper masks. After seeing that, Yu Ji-ah also took off her bone helmet mask.

“You should do this too? Since you have a bone helmet, you don’t need to make a separate mask, right?”

“That can’t be. If the Coconut Family’s signature mask is a paper mask, then I have to follow that rule.”

Yujia said playfully.

Before we knew it, the Coconut Family’s masks were sold as paper masks that each person had drawn.

Then, he himself cannot be left out. Cheon Do-woon brought a piece of paper in front of him.

“Have you all decided what to draw?”

“I’m thinking of drawing a bone helmet and using it. I think it would be nice if people could tell who’s who even when they’re wearing masks.”

Yujia said, picking up a gray crayon.

“Then I guess I should draw a shark.”

Number 49 is a shark drawn on drawing paper with a blue crayon.

Of course, the result was disastrous. Having lived his entire life at sea, he had hardly ever picked up a pen.

As such, the result was severely distorted. It became an unidentifiable fish mask, like a deep-sea fish.

“Well, it feels like a sea creature. This is fine. If you look closely, it looks like a shark.”

Number 49 smiled proudly, seeming to like the paper mask he made himself.

Before I knew it, the atmosphere had become like an elementary school art class.

“Then should I draw a lump of black mud?”

Seok Woo-hyuk, the doppelganger, thought about it for a while and then picked up a blue crayon.

“Then I will draw an egg.”

Nam Ki-seok decided to draw eggs to remind people of his bald head. It was a self-deprecating joke he could do now that his hair was fuller.

Before they knew it, the group had completed their paper masks one by one. Now all that was left was Cheon Do-un.

He stood in front of a blank piece of paper, wondering what shape he should draw the mask in.

After thinking for a while, he picked up a green crayon. He also picked up a light brown crayon.

“Okay. I’ve decided.”

He started drawing on drawing paper.

What Cheon Do-woon decided to draw was a dodak. He decided to make a mandragora root mask.

‘The body shape is like this… Plumpness is the point. The leaves should be as fresh as possible. The leaves on the back can’t be left out either.’

Since the berries have grown recently, two more berries must be drawn. Cheon Do-woon put his heart and soul into coloring them.

The colors are off. The lines are crooked. But the artist’s soul is still in the expression on the artist’s face.

“Whew. It’s harder than I thought.”

Cheon Do-woon wiped the sweat from his forehead every now and then.

An unidentified alien creature was drawn on the drawing paper.

* * *

Time passed and it became a spring festival.

Park Woo-jung, a member of the Awakened Ones’ Association, stood by the window and looked down at the playground.

There was a playground as large as a soccer field.

“The participants are starting to arrive soon.”

He muttered, looking at the entrance in the distance.

‘This year too, fools will flock like moths to a flame. After all, the winner has already been decided.’

Congressman Park Woo-jung laughed. People didn’t know, but he hired someone every year to participate in the festival and made that person win.

If he won, he would receive a prize and a cover charge. The money was so abundant that his intentions were elsewhere.

‘The right to propose legislation related to the Awakened. This is actually a lot more lucrative than you might think.’

The idea of ​​being able to manipulate the Awakening-related provisions in a way that benefited them was appealing.

“This year’s winner will be one of the people I planted.”

It’s really funny how people rush in like moths to a flame without knowing that and only pay the entry fee.

Rep. Park Woo-jung turned around with a laughing face.

Over his shoulder, outside the window, the Coconut Family came through the front door, but he did not see them.

* * *

There was a counter in one part of the playground for checking attendance.

The large chimera cannot enter the building, so a counter was installed outside.

Guide Kim sat down and took out a pad and some documents.

‘There are a lot of participants this year too. It’ll be quite busy.’

Soon, the participants will rush in to check attendance.

Mr. Kim waited with the list of participants displayed on the pad. Next to him, the new guide tilted his head.

“Senior, look at this. There’s a team with a cute name.”

The new guide showed his pad to Mr. Kim. There was definitely a cute team name on it.

“Coconut Family? They seem like a cute team.”

Mr. Kim smiled, but the guide looked worried.

“Are these people okay? Judging from their team name, they don’t seem to be combat-type Awakened people.”

The prize money for the Spring Festival is huge. Every year, many active hunters participate in order to aim for it. Awakened combat types flock to the event.

This coconut family might get seriously injured by those people. Kim laughed when I worried about that.

“Don’t worry. Judging from the team name, it feels like a club that participates to make memories.”

“A club?”

“Oh, you’re new so you don’t know. At the Spring Festival, many Awakened people who are close with each other form teams and come to play.”

Even the active hunters who are aiming for the championship were somewhat lenient against such teams.

That’s why the team that was eliminated in the first game didn’t have any injuries. It was because the opposing team was playing easygoingly.

Those who were eliminated like that enjoy the sports day, receive souvenirs, and go back smiling.

“The real danger is when two teams that are trying to win the championship clash. They don’t give a shit about either team.”

Even though he said that, Kim’s expression was still light.

“It’s inevitable that minor injuries will occur due to the nature of the festival. There won’t be any problems with that, as we also collect consent forms when applying for participation.”

“but….”

“In the first place, if a team is aiming for the championship, it’s either the awakened combat type or active hunters. Those people don’t get hurt so much as that.”

“That’s true… but I still don’t want to see someone get hurt with my own eyes.”

The new guide scratched his head and said, and Mr. Kim laughed at that.

“I told you not to worry. There are plenty of potions prepared. Every year, it goes by without any major incidents. You can have fun betting on who will win.”

At Mr. Kim’s words, the new guide finally looked relieved.

“Get ready. It’s about time the participants started to arrive. There’s already a team coming over there.”

Mr. Kim looked at the main gate of the playground. There, people were coming in one by one through the main gate.

“Oh, they are the candidates for winning.”

“Where?”

“See those guys over there wearing bee-printed uniforms? A group of 12. That team won last year. Keep an eye out for them.”

Mr. Kim pointed to the people who had just passed through the main gate.

There were people dressed like bees, from top to bottom.

On his head he wore a hat with antennae. Around his buttocks he had a bee doll.

The new guide was embarrassed when he saw that.

“The team wearing such ridiculous clothes won?”

“He doesn’t know what he’s doing. Hey, what kind of fighting game is this? This is a festival. It’s a place where everyone laughs and chats. It’s a festival where wearing weapons or armor is prohibited. Do you think the participants will come wearing armor or something?”

“Ah… I see.”

“And you don’t know what you’re talking about. People who dress like that are old-fashioned.”

Mr. Kim said with a serious face.

The expression on his face was so serious that the new guide nodded without realizing it.

He watched the participants gather one by one and then stopped at one place.

“Then is that team also made up of veterans?”

The new guide pointed to the main gate and asked, where a team participating for the first time this year was entering.

The team was dressed in casual clothes and wearing paper masks drawn with crayons.