Episode 308
Episode 105. Former grandmaster Man Tu (5)
After saying that, Yuma’s face had a dark shadow. After training with Mantu, Yuma was in a state where many worries were mixed up in his head.
“Are you killing me?”
Ilten asked in a trembling voice. Yuma just shook his head slowly and didn’t say anything else.
“More details will be provided as soon as they are sorted out. For now, I have no choice but to submit to his training first. Commanders, please spend ten days managing your troops.”
Several commanders tried to ask Yuma further questions, but Natalie interrupted them.
“The rose society, which was a gang of back alley thugs, also respected the judgment of the leader. The commanders are demanding too much verification of Yuma’s every single action.”
Commanders who were about to ask questions stared at Natalie.
“There is no problem with supply, and there is no situation that the Demon Army is taking a detour to the rear. They say they are moving by making roads, but soldiers are not accustomed to marching in the desert. I think a ten-day break is fine.”
“Yeah, but…
“We’ll do our job.
Since Princess Sebora and Prince Illen confirmed the existence of Mantu, don’t they all believe in Yuma?
That’s why I put him in the position of Commander-in-Chief.”
When Natalie spoke strongly, the commanders had no choice but to agree.
The march was suspended for ten days.
In the sudden break, all sorts of stories circulated among the soldiers.
Rumors spread that there was a problem with the main unit in the supply unit, and rumors of the opposite spread in the main unit.
In addition, the commander-in-chief disappearing somewhere alone every night had room for a particularly bad mood. It was up to the commanders to govern the situation.
Fortunately, the soldiers’ trust in Yuma was infinitely high, so no major cracks occurred.
Several commanders with a lot of war experience also handled the soldiers skillfully.
At first glance, there seems to be no problem except that the march was delayed by ten days.
However, Yuma was thirsty at the thought that Maxor might have already been released to the Western Imperial Castle.
“Huh…
Yuma couldn’t sleep for a while even after the commanders all went back.
I had been training all night, but my body was just refreshed.
Training with Mantu did not consist of sparring or actual combat. What he made Yuma do was meditate.
-You should be able to move even a single hair on your body at your own pace. You need meditation for that.
Surprisingly, Mantu told the same story as his teacher.
To have complete dominion over the body.
Mantu explained that it was a paving stone for the warriors who had reached a certain level to move on to the next level.
-It seems like the young guy has already passed through the four or four scenes a thousand times. The swordsmanship you felt when fighting was exactly like that. It’s absolutely not a sensation you can achieve at your age. Do you think that demon sword helped you?
Mantu knew exactly what Yuma was up to and its background after fighting just once.
However, they did not inquire into the origins of Amoulah and its abilities in detail.
From last night until this morning, Yuma closed her eyes and meditated. Mantu did not speak to Yuma until the meditation was over.
However, the words added after the meditation were over lingered in Yuma’s mind.
-You’re good at keeping your mind focused for a very long time. Yuma. Shall I tell you one of the Grandmaster’s secrets?
-secret?
-That’s a level that an ordinary human being can never reach. Just go back today
That’s how he returned to the barracks.
Yuma pondered what Mantu’s last words meant.
Looking back, Marlon Jacques, who was called the swordsman before returning, was not a grandmaster either.
After Duran Jacques died while fighting the underworld demons and Hugo was betrayed by Cagor and died, Marlon was obviously the strongest man in the world.
No one recognized Malone as a grandmaster.
‘Ordinary people can never reach it…. Is it that you need special abilities or special tools to become a grandmaster?’
The inside of the commander’s barracks turned hazy because he kept biting on the pipe inadvertently.
Come to think of it, each of the 7 grandmasters whose names were engraved in history had some kind of special ability.
It was said that Mantu had Hwaan, and Brienne, the Queen of Dawn, had foresight, and Sugar Rollmandi, the creator, had no special ability, but it was written that his heart was made of strange ice that would not melt.
Pidgin Carta had a dragon weapon, Sibelin, and was a half-dragon, and Hugo also had a dragon’s eye.
Lisol, who was still alive and disturbed Yuma from time to time, was out of the question in the first place.
The only grandmaster who could be called a ‘normal human’ was Duran Jacques.
“What are you thinking so hard about, friend?”
Randell entered the barracks and had two huge wooden boxes filled with wine slung across his shoulders.
He quickly closed the entrance to the barracks, looking around like a child eating candy without his parents’ knowledge.
Seeing this, Yuma smiled and opened her mouth.
“Sir Randell, you look around carrying such a large box on your shoulders. You didn’t think it would go unnoticed, did you? Did you bring it to drink secretly?”
“If she knew I was doing this, I thought Miss Cheryl would go wild all the way. I’m still in a daze at how strong the medicine you used to put me to sleep is.
So why not have a drink?”
“The soldiers will report to Cheryl. Medical chief! The second-in-command said he had a box of wine.”
“I threatened to beat myself to death if there was such a disrespectful person.”
Randell easily removed the nailed wooden box using only his fingers.
At first glance, it seemed like it would be 100 bottles.
Randall threw a bottle of wine at Yuma. The two of them bumped into each other and gulped down the wine.
When they both put their mouths on, the glass was clean and empty.
“It’s great. Miss Cheryl is nice, but… How do you keep a patient from drinking? Besides, I’m not even officially injured.”
“Usually it is. Amantu asked me to deliver an apology to Sir Randell.”
“apologize? what apple? To the guy who lost the duel? Damn, I don’t remember ever winning a duel these days. What I did with my friend the other day was actually a defeat. I don’t have enough pride.”
‘Because Mantu provoked and insulted the Jacques while Sir Randell was gone. They say they’re secretaries who can’t even use their strength because of Shugar’s prestige.’
It seemed that the twin-sword idiot would not stay still if I informed him of that fact.
Yuma just nodded his head in sympathy and continued.
“Well, it was just like that. By the way, I am Sir Randall.”
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“Master. Do you have any secrets about your body, like… like foresight or your body is actually made of steel?
You have a special ability or something.”
“No, just a monster. He subdued the continental warriors with a single sword. This is a secret, but my uncle was even premature when he was born. This is what I heard from the family elders when I was young.
But why all of a sudden?”
“I’m just curious.”
“I have something to tell you. Remember how I told my friend not to fight Mantu the day I came back from my injury?”
“yes.”
“Some of it was because I was afraid you would get hurt, but he seemed to be wandering about. He must have tried to kill me in the middle of the fight, but his attitude suddenly changed.”
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“If, during training, he gets mad again and tries to kill you…
Randel opened another bottle of wine as if taking a break and continued.
“Run away. Even if my friend and I both attack him, he won’t be defeated.”
Randall, the proud knight of the Zach family, was telling them to run away.
Yuma examined Randel’s expression with a feeling of shock inside.
His pride for the sword was as good as Yuma’s and Randel’s. However, Yuma also had to accept Randall’s words.
‘Certainly, it’s still too much. Even if I raise all my black auras, I can’t draw the scene of Mantu slashing.’
It was similar to imagining fighting a master or Hugo.
It seemed impossible to kill him even if not just Randall and Yuma, but the entire allied army were aiming for Mantu.
That was the biggest reason why Yuma decided to obey Mantu’s training.
“Sir Randell’s mouth says such incongruous things.”
“Because we are not in a position where only our lives are in charge. Even now, I know what war is like.”
“After the promised ten days, he will be dead to me. It seems like you are teaching me to do that.”
“The more I think about demons, the more disgusting it is. When we return to the West, we must strongly insist on raising troops to slay the demons.”
The two could not empty all 100 bottles of wine.
One of the soldiers had an informant who reported Randall’s drinking to Cheryl.
As Cheryl roughly opened the barracks entrance, Randell sighed and hid the bottle behind his back.
He wasn’t called a double-sword idiot by Rakir for nothing.
“Miss Cecil. That’s not it.”
He didn’t have the face of a great nobleman or anything.
Cheryl took turns glancing at the two, then grabbed Randall by the ear and dragged him out.
Mmm Cheryl. If the Empire found out about that, it would be a real sentence.”
“If you’re going to cut your throat, they say cut it.
huh? Sir Randall Are you Bell? will you kill me I can’t help it. Because I am a commoner. Please answer me once. Be a great nobleman.”
“I’m sorry. Let go of your ears.”
“I know you are sorry. If you don’t want to live your whole life squeezing pus out of your back every hour, you’d better stop doing crazy things like this.”
She was beginning to resemble Natalie in a strange way. The longer they spent together, the more Natalie began to resemble Cheryl.
Yuma shrugged and drank the remaining 20 bottles of wine alone before falling asleep.
Yuma woke up late in the afternoon, received various formal reports from the commanders, and got on the Tulka.
The allied barracks spread out in the middle of the desert were infinitely peaceful.
The demonic energy was not felt anywhere in the vast expanse of the desert.
The closer I got to Mantu, the clearer the air.
The pristine scenery without a single monster, let alone a demon, made me mistakenly wondering if it was true that Amanjo’s invasion was continuing.
“I came alone today. it should be
Great.”
Mantu, who was still sitting still on the sand dune in the desert, was slightly floating. The shoulder inflicted by Randell was not yet fully healed.
Took.
Yuma threw a large leather bag in front of Mantu.
“What?”
“Proper food. Although dry rations are long. I thought I would satisfy my hunger by catching and eating something like a desert scorpion.”
“answer. Even when I was alive, whenever I practiced in the desert, food was always a problem. Oh, long time no cheese and jerky. I’ll ask for a drink tomorrow.”
After opening the leather bag, Mantu set fire to the palm of his hand and melted the cheese into the jerky.
“Could it be meditation today?”
“No, it’s a chess practice. Your swordsmanship is really good, but last time I saw it, it was very corrupt to use your body.”
Seeing that nasty snout, Yuma thought that he had brought a leather sack for no reason.
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