Chapter 43

Chapter 43

43. Magical Entity (3)

“The old man will soon stop breathing.”

Gerik who was examining the traces the blood-sucking rat colony swept muttered suddenly.

The presence of Drenor that was rising with firepower like a fire poured with oil became as small as a lamp in front of the wind.

Fortunately because Drenor was a skilled person who handles mana skillfully, if it was an ordinary aura user he would not have endured even half.

‘I have to increase the speed.’

If like this by the time he arrives it seemed he would truly become rat food. Because of the old man’s struggle the scale of the colony also decreased considerably, so there was nothing to care about.

How much did he run.

“···?”

As if swept away by the river, the magical energy disappeared in one moment.

The meaning was one.

‘Huh? He caught it?’

How did the old man who was on the verge until a little while ago? Did he catch it by chance?

“One will know if going.”

There was no need to stock stamina. Gerik ran at the maximum speed he can produce.

He arrived at the ash-covered forest. And discovered the two people lying side by side under the cliff.

“······.”

Appearances that cannot be said to be good even as a joke.

One side was groaning with a pale complexion as if exhausted, and one side was soaked with blood from the mouth to the front all over.

“You are late.” “You are late.”

Glance, the two people who barely raised only the head and confirmed Gerik’s approach grinned.

“No, you came on time.”

Gerik’s gaze twitched for a moment.

Parararak! The hunting axe he does not know when he drew cut the empty air.

─Kwajik!

While smashing the shell flowing with the unique black luster of arthropods, the axe deeply embedded in the skull.

─Gieeeee···.

The centipede magical beast the size of a human body convulsed barurur-.

The guy attracted by the magical energy was approaching soundlessly from above the cliff.

Gerik firmly pressed the body of the guy that was twisting the body like a worm hit by salt, and stabbed the edge of the hand into the body segment under the head.

The huge body of the magical beast whose nerves were cut sagged, limp.

“······.”

For hunting a grade 3 magical beast it was absurdly simple. Both Benrik and Drenor lost their words.

Gerik who roughly rubbed and wiped the hands smeared with body fluid glanced at the old man and asked.

“Is the body damaged?”

It was strange that a person of the old man’s level did not notice the magical beast that approached this closely.

“···I believed you.”

At the reluctant words Gerik teased.

“Believe me? Is it not that you could not move?” “That is also not wrong.”

At the ready answer he who lost interest sharply turned the arrow to the blood relative. There was something that caught the nerves from the first time he saw.

“Did you fight?” “No.” “But why is the appearance like that?”

Not only the face but even the front of the armor was covered with dark red blood.

When Gerik asked Benrik raised his upper body and sat.

“Well···.”

The child looked once at the sky where faint dawn spread, once at the ash-covered forest and said.

“There were many things. Right, Sir?” “Ah. Yes, there were very many things.” “······.”

Gerik felt a subtle sense of alienation. It was not a very pleasant mood.

He who twitched his eyebrows once pulled out the axe embedded in the centipede head. And hung the sagging corpse on one shoulder.

If leaving it here another magical beast might be attracted.

Looking at Drenor’s appearance or Benrik’s appearance it seemed today one day he would have to stay in this forest without moving, so there was a need to clean up.

When Gerik was carrying the long centipede and dragging it.

“Wait a moment.”

Benrik caught him.

“It is fine so rest.”

Even at Gerik’s uncommon warmth the child firmly shook his head.

“No. Still one has to do what one has to do.”

Then he takes out an empty bottle from the backpack and brings it in front of the poison fang that popped out. Gerik’s eyes sank.

“······.” ─Ttuk···.

While the poison liquid drops in drops a calm before the storm settled between the two people.

“······.”

And the bottle was filled full with purple poison liquid. Benrik firmly sealed the bottle mouth then put it back into the magical beast byproduct bundle.

“It is done.”

As soon as the words ended Gerik moved.

He threw the magical beast as if throwing it away and extended his hand with strength, truly with strength.

Benrik who avoided the rough hand by a hair’s breadth glared at Gerik as if what is the problem again this time.

“You are doing this again.” “You avoided again.” “If hit one dies.” “No, this time I did not particularly have such a mind.”

This time? No more than that.

‘What touched the nerves?’

Benrik let out a troubled breath.

Originally this degree of preemptive strike passed precariously, did the patience decrease a bit while not seeing?

“Let’s see once how far one can avoid.”

Gerik pulled one leg long back and lowered his posture.

Approaching with agile body movements that do not suit the huge build he slapped the child’s chin with the back of the hand.

─Pueok!

The field of view spun paenggeureureu- and the body soared into the sky.

‘Kuk···!’

Because there is no mind, even a scream did not come out.

If he had not pulled the head just before the hand touched and offset the impact it was a blow that would have made him faint as is.

“On earth what are you doing!”

A thunder-like scolding sound rang the forest.

Drenor who was lying in an exhausted state was startled and came forward to stop Gerik. Gerik answered indifferently.

“What, it is home education.” “Look at the blood poured! Home education or whatever one has to choose when to hit!” “It is fine, so old man just lie down and watch.”

Gerik’s expression was serious, and also firm.

Benrik nodded to Drenor meaning it is fine and stood up from the place.

The body state was the worst.

Whether what he poured was not only blood. The eye sockets seem they will fall out, the limbs are heavy as if hanging sandbags, and the insides were empty.

‘Come to think of it it has been quite long on an empty stomach.’

When conscious, crazy hunger rushed in.

At that moment Gerik’s foot flew in. Benrik half instinctively avoided the attack.

“···Oho?”

Because the fiercely smiling expression somehow looked excited Benrik got annoyed.

Buuung!

Getting hit, falling out, getting hit, avoiding, trying to counterattack and getting hit, flying, getting stuck, getting hit again, avoiding, rolling······.

The body does not move as one wants, the insides gradually empty but even in the midst of that the stomach is steadily hungry, and the places Gerik’s hand touches hurt indescribably.

After a while because there is no strength to even twitch one finger he just crouched the body.

‘Damn human···.’

While covering the head and getting hit like a dog on dog day the situation feels regretful anew, but uncontrollable resentment boiled in the chest area.

‘Damn human!’

At that moment, something surged rapidly in the empty heart area.

“···!”

Benrik soon realized its identity.

It was mana!

Mana undulated in a cup only the size of a cup then lightly started overflowing from the cup.

Benrik reflexively sent the overflowing mana to various places in the body.

At the same time vitality never before, a fullness felt for the first time in life swept the body.

That was so. The empty thing was not simply a mood.

Truly the mana had bottomed out.

The corner that catches was one. The privilege used beyond the limit.

‘Surely, deliberately···?’

Benrik stood up with a thud from the place and looked at Gerik. He muttered with a regrettable face.

“What, did you awaken already.” “How did this···.”

Does mana surge if hit? What kind of mechanism is this? When Benrik was confused.

“Huh, such an ignorant···.”

Drenor muttered in a hollow voice as if realizing something.

Gerik asked the child who became covered in ash and dirt and blood.

“How is it? The feeling of becoming a mana user?”

···How is it?

Benrik instead of answering kicked the place with strength.

He outright flew.

The rotational force of the shoulder and waist tilted with strength, and the fist containing all the mana the size of a cup,

Pueeeok!

Struck Gerik’s face.

“······.”

Benrik who jumped back and opened distance looked at his own hand with eyes containing subtle excitement.

It is a hitting feeling never felt until now.

─Uksin uksin···.

Even the pain following the impact is infinitely refreshing.

‘This is strength···.’

The days that were hard because he did not inherit the tribe’s strength flashed by.

It is not that Benrik liked governing the siblings who share blood with fists.

Because he had to hit he hit.

How much he was anxious every time seeing the things that cannot even speak properly tear the magical beast’s leather and break bones with only strength without technique.

If he had not formed the path from young, he would already have had the nape bitten and torn.

And how was it when thrown into the magical beast nest holding only one chipped dagger?

When Benrik was immersed in recollection, Gerik revealed his fangs and growled.

“Looking after is only this one time.”

While dripping bright red blood from the nose.

Benrik listened to the ominous words with one ear and let them flow and asked.

“What happened how?”

How did the mana increase when hit?

“Hmm.”

Gerik groaned while narrowing the corners of his eyes.

“···Huum.”

After repeating pondering while groaning he says.

“So, it is like that. If one goes to the outhouse one will stuff food into the stomach again.”

Benrik understood the rough words without difficulty.

‘Is it something like one has to completely empty the mana container to fill it again.’

Gerik who carries the thrown away centipede magical beast on the shoulder again, seeing that appearance something suddenly came to mind.

“When coming catch a pig a bit.” “······.”

“Because I starved too long.” “······.” “Really.”

Gerik looked at Benrik as if looking at an incomprehensible living thing.

‘On earth what is this bastard.’

Although he knew well that the liver popped out of the belly, he still cannot understand.

Even if a guy with no fear, if beaten that much until just before one would be intimidated.

‘Does he have no lingering attachment to life?’

Even while thinking that if thrown into a magical beast group that rushes immediately he struggles to live tenaciously. And sometimes he acts without tomorrow like an old man who received the day of death in advance.

Gerik who looked at the child for a while muttered.

“A wolf cub-like bastard.”

As a father he does not like it, but he thinks it is a quality needed for a man.

He thinks.

***

Only after Gerik’s appearance disappeared from the field of view, Benrik lay down like a big character.

Now, it is real exhaustion. Really cannot move. Really really.

“Are you okay?”

The old man who was a bit far asked.

“It seems there is no broken place.”

The mood is also not that bad. No is it only not bad. It was the best.

Did he not obtain the mana he so wanted.

Gerik’s education policy was not something new at this point.

‘Learning is accompanied by pain’ was it? ‘Learning must be accompanied by pain’ was it?

Whatever.

Benrik looked at the sky.

The blue-green sky without the sun seems as if blessing himself.

“Haha···.”

The mood is the best.

Benrik closed his eyes with a refreshing smile hanging on his mouth.

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Author’s note I did not keep the ways of the martial world, but I will try to be able to write consecutively on the coming weekend. I always gain strength seeing the comments the readers leave, thank you.