To Hell With Being A Saint, I’m A Doctor Chapter 261

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Episode 261 Foundation Words

As night fell, the brightly lit ruins also became dark.

The chirping of mountain birds subsides and only the sound of the flowing stream calmly soaks the surroundings.

Picking up dead branches and lighting a bonfire, it feels like they are the only ones in the world.

Aira muttered to herself while hugging her knees.

“…Coming here reminds me of so many things. Maybe it’s because it’s a place with a lot of memories.”

It was a place where he almost drowned dozens of times and it was a place where it was a series of hard work, but it seems not to her.

After listening quietly while rummaging through the branches, he turns his head and stares at himself.

A thin, beautiful smile formed on his lips.

“There is a place I want to go with you. Would you like to go with me when I fully learn the language?”

She has worked hard for herself until now.

It’s not even a matter of getting along like that.

Ray nodded happily.

“It’s nothing to ask for.”

“Whoop whoop. Thank you.”

It was the same as usual, but after coming to the ruins, her smile increased dramatically.

I smiled at him and asked.

“The fort looks particularly pleasant, doesn’t it? Did something good happen?”

“Isn’t it natural that it’s good that we’ve been together for a long time?”

Aira quietly approached as she spoke.

Then, with a calm expression, he tilts his head and speaks.

“…Three wouldn’t be too bad, though.”

* * *

Based on Aira’s advice, he practiced imagery sitting on a rock from the morning.

Close your eyes, feel the wind, and get lost in your thoughts.

‘All in one….’

Magic is originally manifested as liquid food and the corresponding mana.

When I tried to leave the familiar road and go back, my body already refused.

Since the ‘body’ does not accept it, there is no way they can become one.

In the end, the mana, which had been moving little by little, was scattered as if it had never happened.

There is only one way to make this happen.

Ray opened his closed eyes.

“I have no choice but to see it with my body.”

Until now, he hadn’t had the confidence to try Mana, but now that he had succeeded in feeling mana from his will, it was a little different.

I feel like I can succeed no matter what I do.

He escaped the rock he had been sitting on for over ten days.

Normally, he stayed still, but when he walked around, Aira tilted her head as if wondering.

“It’s a big deal. I thought I was practicing imagery…”

I wondered if I could walk a horse, so I chased after him, and Ray, who was walking briskly, stopped at a stream flowing around the ruins.

What are you trying to do here?

With half curiosity and half wonder, I watched the sheep with oblivion.

Dipping both legs in clear water up to the ankles, I stand there blankly.

My eyes are blurry without focus, and my lower body is weak, so I am worried that I might fall.

Although there was an erratic side from the beginning, the appearance now could not be called training even with empty words.

She smiled awkwardly.

‘Are you taking a break on your own? That must mean life here was difficult.’

Contrary to his usual perfect appearance, seeing such a dazed appearance made me feel sorry for him.

I’ll give you a pat on the back later.

“Ray….”

She was startled by the sudden presence of mana she felt.

Will’s mana is not something that can be felt just because the criminal wants to feel it.

Unlike mana floating in the air, willpower created from nothing is difficult even for the target to notice.

However, as much as the criminal could not feel it, it acted sensitively to those who used the same willpower.

A small but clear ray of willpower was plucked from him.

Slowly—

the willpower that had been moving like a small thread is stuck in the stream.

“Separate.”

The eyes, which had been like deep-sea fish pulled up from the sea, changed sharply at first glance.

But the stream never parted like a dignified monologue.

Looking down at his feet, he murmured with a disappointed expression.

“…failed again. I will have to do it all over again.”

Even the sign of disappointment strikes a bruise with eyes that have lost focus for a moment.

Ray said it was a failure, but as she watched from afar, she saw it clearly.

It was for a moment, but the current was disturbed.

Truly unbelievable qualities that send chills down the spine.

‘It’s impossible. I can’t believe I’ve already awakened the Eonryeong…’

Willpower requires a lot of concentration.

If ordinary practitioners do not do so, there is a risk of being engulfed by the mana extracted from their thoughts and becoming a crippled person.

In addition, it is natural that the spirit is exhausted and tired after casting it once.

However, standing cross-legged in front of him, he doesn’t seem to know what it means to be tired.

He summons willpower as easily as calling a dog he encounters while walking on the street.

“Separate.”

rippling—

“split.”

rippling—

“split.”

Paang—

It’s small, but splashes of water.

It seems that he learned the trick after only a dozen attempts.

Oneness of mind, body, and mana.

It’s not perfect, but it certainly got close to it.

It took five years to grow a flower when even he was training himself.

However, after trying something more difficult than growing flowers in one day, and with success right in front of my eyes, I was dumbfounded and lost my mind.

He remembered what his master had said in the past.

‘It’s a pleasure to have good disciples. It’s just a little scary, though. I hope someday you will feel it too. Because I have a disciple who looks just like you.’

Aira, who was looking down at Ray from the tree, shook her head.

‘…Is this the taste of having disciples?’

Somehow, I understood Master’s feelings.

* * *

It has been four months since I started to learn the sense of the language.

Now, to a certain extent, I understand everything about the spirit spirit.

Aira said in a tone that she had nothing to look at.

“Looks like you’re ready. Grow Diher.”

“Grow up, stem, stem.”

Along with the meaningless words, the stem and leaves of Diher grow.

Since the appearance is so natural, it must mean that he is perfectly familiar with the basics of the language.

she stuck out her tongue.

“I’m seeing it with my own eyes, but it’s hard to believe no matter how many times I see it. To think that he was able to use the spirit in less than half a year…”

His hobby was breaking other spells, and his specialty was making someone else’s swordsmanship his own, and he scratched his head shyly.

Seeing that makes me laugh out loud.

“Whoop whoop. The sooner you learn, the better. Now let’s finish the basics here.”

“…the basics?”

If being tortured with water in the valley is the basic skill, should I set my body on fire in the advanced stage?

Seeing his delicate expression, Aira shook her head as if to say not to worry.

“There is nothing to be so nervous about. The physical stage has already been completed. The rest is to sharpen your mind.”

“I like that.”

“Cutting stones at the bottom of the valley improves not only willpower but also detail.”

“……?”

For some reason, I just can’t hear the last words.

I asked for an explanation, but I couldn’t get a proper answer because Aira pushed me on the back.

“Whoa…”

He sighed, letting out the ground.

In the end, I had to come back to this valley of death.

In addition, a rock that was incomparable to that time was hanging from his ankle.

“…are you familiar with it?”

I’m not used to it, so I’m already building up professional knowledge about drowning.

If it continues like this, it may adapt to the environment in the water and develop gills.

Ray rolled his eyes.

“…Didn’t I say that the physical stage was over?”

“As I said before, willpower is the mind. It’s hard to see it as using the body because it’s carving stone with the mind, not the hands.”

The horse is very liquid.

I was talking about the details of the will, but when I opened the contents, it was the deepening stage of water torture.

“What can I sculpt?”

When I asked in an unmotivated voice, Aira put her index finger to her lips and pondered.

“Umm… Usually, I do what I like, but if it’s possible, why don’t you sculpt me? You seem to be happy with that.”

“Good.”

I nod my head meekly.

Lei held Aira’s hand with a rock on her ankle.

“Then let’s go.”

“…Where are you going?”

“There must be someone to see and carve when carving.”

“I am me. After all, I like you…”

“I like you.”

Aira’s face turns red at the sudden confession.

The effect was doubled because the hand was gripped with great force.

She was blushing all the way to her ears and spoke softly.

“If that’s the case, there’s nothing you can do about it.”

The bottom of the valley was still cold.

Ray frees the vine from the rock tied to his ankle and looks around several times in front of it.

Aira, who had been watching the quiet sheep, slumped to one side.

‘Whoop whoop. Don’t ask nicely.’

It’s like saying that.

I looked at Aira and the rock alternately, and made a rough composition.

If you’re going to do it, shouldn’t you make a masterpiece?

When I closed my eyes and concentrated, the surroundings came to mind as if I were drawing them without looking ahead.

After deciding the angle to cut out first, he creates a sword that he forges with will in his heart.

‘Cut it off.’

Raise your finger and slowly stroke the rock.

The invisible sword that was created in the empty space grazed the rock.

Spaghetti—

it didn’t cut off completely, but after three repetitions, one corner came off.

Koo-!

Certainly, it was several times more frustrating than raising a sword and cutting it yourself.

It must be that his willpower is not meticulous.

Just as I used to deal with mana in the air like my limbs in the past, this also seems to require a lot of practice.

Ray glanced at Aira again and drew a sword.

Koo-!

It’s rough, but the rocks are cut little by little.

In the process, the simple idea changed little by little.

The sword path, which used to draw only straight lines, changes into curves, and sometimes rocks that have fallen off are reattached.

Aira, who was looking at it, admired it quite a bit.

‘Your willpower is still weak, but you’ve learned it quickly. They are coping with their lack of willpower with technology.’

It was a bit far from the original training intention, but it didn’t seem necessary to correct it.

Detailed technology is also another power of Eonyeong (言靈).

A smile formed on Aira’s lips as she watched him grow.

How much willpower will grow in ten more years?

As she imagined the future, her heart thumped.

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To Hell With Being A Saint, I’m A Doctor

To Hell With Being A Saint, I’m A Doctor

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Status: Completed
[MTL] Yusung is a genius doctor famous in the medical world. He, who spent his whole life in an operation room, died in a traffic accident, and when he woke up, he was in another world. But… a saintess? A holy empire? Healing magic? “I put so much effort into learning medicine, but now all I need to do is touch someone and they’re healed? Seriously, I think I’ve gone crazy.”

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