Ch.4Jesus Gay (4)

“When the hell are you going to show up!”

It had been a whole week of doing absolutely nothing.

Of course, there were still five months until spring, but I couldn’t help feeling anxious.

Because in five months, there would be a life-or-death wrestling match from hell.

No matter how strong and sturdy Yesugei was—enough to be called Batur—one could never let their guard down in a wrestling match where lives were at stake.

In a way, my life was hanging by a thread.

Despite this situation, the original owner of this body showed no intention of helping me—he was nowhere to be seen.

This meant I had to use the method I’d come up with myself.

Honestly, I wasn’t sure if it would work.

But if I just stayed like this, I might die a violent death in the life-or-death competition, so I had to try this method at least.

“I mean, last time you were giving me all that advice… sigh… anyway, when is Munglig coming…”

While I was muttering to myself, I made eye contact with someone.

I immediately pretended nothing happened and looked at the distant mountains.

“Heh heh…”

“I heard my husband was practicing for Bokh…”

The identity of this person was none other than Ho’elun.

The Dongtan beauty… I mean, Yesugei’s wife was standing in front of me.

Let me say it again—Ho’elun had an unbelievably stunning appearance.

Clear facial features and an impossible figure that curved in all the right places.

Her neatly braided hair and the nomadic tribe’s characteristic tight leather clothing.

All of this combined made it feel like I might stop breathing just looking at her.

She had the vibe of a fitness model often seen on modern Instagram.

With such a healthy beauty appearance, it’s no wonder Yesugei went crazy enough to kidnap her from her marriage path to Yeke Chiledu, a nobleman of the Merkit tribe.

Honestly, I didn’t have good feelings toward Yesugei, who had practically abused Temujin, Khasar, Bekhter, and Belgutei…

But I couldn’t help but respect his taste.

“I brought something to drink.”

A leather water bottle in her hand.

She seemed to have brought something to drink for Yesugei, who was participating in Mongolian wrestling.

“I’m sorry. I was so focused on training my body…”

“I see…”

A slightly worried look mixed with suspicion.

I felt like I needed to do something to reassure her.

I was on pins and needles.

I was about to speak first, but Ho’elun beat me to it.

“Um…”

“P-please speak.”

“It’s… difficult to tell my husband, but…”

“What is there to hide between husband and wife? Please speak freely.”

Ho’elun hesitated.

But she too was a strong woman born on the Mongolian steppe, so she soon gathered her courage and spoke to me.

“You seem to have changed a lot since you were attacked by those Tatars.”

“…”

Here it comes.

I silently called Yesugei’s name three times in my mind.

Yesugei.

Yesugei..

Yesugei…

Even calling so desperately, Yesugei didn’t come.

In other words, he was telling me to figure it out myself.

“It’s as if you’ve become a different person…”

“Do you… dislike how my behavior or speech has changed?”

Ho’elun suddenly opened her eyes wide.

She thought for a moment and then shook her head.

“N-no, that’s not it. Actually… I think I like it better…”

“…?”

The Dongtan beau—I mean Ho’elun—was fidgeting.

I wasn’t sure how to react to her behavior.

“You’re not only kinder than before, but you’re also fulfilling your responsibilities as a father to Temujin, Khasar, Bekhter, and Belgutei.”

Again, Yesugei had completely failed as a father.

He had abused the children mercilessly—a typical perpetrator of domestic violence.

Of course, considering the era, that was somewhat expected.

But even taking that into account, Yesugei was a man who crossed the line—his children would immediately grab a whip and beg forgiveness just from his gaze.

He apparently treated his wives harshly too.

So she was happy just from me asking about her well-being or treating her a bit kindly.

“A-ahem.”

“Sometimes I wonder if this is a dream or reality… it feels so good.”

When a beauty says such things, I couldn’t help but feel my shoulders rise.

Again, as someone who couldn’t even date properly in modern times because of being crushed by work life, this kind of attention and love from a beauty was too much for me.

“A-ahem.”

“If you continue to be like this… it would be really nice…”

Ho’elun naturally stroked my arm as she spoke.

I felt like there were hearts in her eyes, to exaggerate.

Yesugei and Ho’elun had a good relationship despite the kidnapping marriage.

Their relationship was so good that in the original history, they had four children together.

“If my husband is okay with it, perhaps we should head to the ger… ♡”

Ho’elun’s aggressive courtship.

With no immunity to the opposite sex, I had no way to resist such active seduction.

So without realizing it, I fell for Ho’elun and was about to head to the ger with her to consummate our relationship.

“Haha! Here you are! Brother!”

Munglig suddenly barged in during this perfect opportunity to expand the family(?).

The tactless hulk was looking at Ho’elun and me, rolling his eyes.

“Sister-in-law is also here…”

“Munglig! You are such a tactless child!”

Ho’elun glared at Munglig and then turned around sharply, heading back to the ger.

Munglig, who got scolded for doing nothing, looked at me with a blank expression.

“What did I do wrong, Brother?”

“…You don’t need to know.”

Munglig rolled his eyeballs.

I could only sigh looking at him.

* * *

“When I told Toghrul Khan what you mentioned before, he said he would make it right away and asked me to wait a bit. Thanks to that, I was able to bring what you wanted so quickly.”

“Good job.”

Yesugei had no intention of helping me.

Since I had no intention of dying, I had to find my own way to survive.

That’s when a solution suddenly came to mind.

I remembered the content of an alternative history novel I had read diligently during my military service.

An alternative history novel set in the Joseon Dynasty where problems were solved by building muscles.

Deeply impressed by this, I decided to put it into practice immediately.

I needed tools for this method,

So I spent a while looking for stones and heavy wood.

But Mongolia had such barren land that even stones and wood were scarce.

The vast steppe area had nothing but grass, and sheep, horses, and goats that grazed on it.

For this reason, I had no choice but to ask Toghrul Khan for help.

Fortunately, the land he ruled was southern Mongolia where iron was produced. Thanks to this, Toghrul had quite a few artisans who could work with iron at a level comparable to the Central Plains.

Because of this, I could ask him to make iron products in the shape I wanted,

And my anda Toghrul gladly made the iron products I requested and sent them to me through Munglig.

“Finally, I can train.”

The chunks of iron placed in front of me.

These were objects that didn’t yet exist in this era, or rather, couldn’t possibly exist.

Weights attached to both ends with a handle in the middle.

Any modern person would immediately recognize these objects.

“But I’ve never seen objects shaped like this in my life. What are they called?”

Munglig’s question.

I answered without hesitation.

“Dumbbells… or hand weights.”

“Hand weights…? Mute bells… what a bizarre name.”

Munglig tilted his head as he said this to me.

Though he looked like a dullard who was only good at using strength, he had some level of education as he belonged to the Arbat like Yesugei.

The measure of education at that time was, of course, Chinese characters.

From a modern perspective, one might think all Mongolian tribes were barbarians, but many Mongolian leaders at that time were capable people who could use Jin language, Khitan language, and Chinese characters.

The Mongols were skilled merchants and horsemen.

So it wasn’t difficult for them to use and understand multiple languages.

Anyway, Munglig was looking curiously at the dumbbells I had asked Toghrul to make.

He gave me a look as if asking what I was going to use them for.

“I’m going to train my body with these to win in Bokh.”

Originally, I had planned to train for Bokh with the help of Yesugei, the original owner of this body.

But Yesugei seemed to have no intention of helping me, as he showed no sign of appearing.

So I had no choice but to use my own training method to survive.

In novels and dramas, protagonists train in martial arts and win martial arts competitions.

But as someone who studied at a desk in modern times, graduated from university, and got a job, I had no knowledge of such martial arts.

In that state, there was only one thing I could choose.

That was none other than weight training.

Since I had worked hard on the three major lifts when I was in the military, I had some knowledge about this.

“If that’s what you say, Brother…”

Munglig nodded reluctantly at my words.

I picked up the pure iron dumbbell, leaving him behind.

“Hmmph…”

The heavy feeling transmitted through my hand.

I couldn’t know the exact weight, but it felt like about 20 kg.

In the weight units of this era, that was about 34 geun.

In the novel Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Guan Yu wielded the Green Dragon Crescent Blade weighing 82 geun, so it was like freely wielding a spear with two of these dumbbells attached.

Anyway, when I easily lifted the dumbbell, Munglig showed a surprised expression.

“The weight was so heavy that I brought it on a cart… as expected, your strength is amazing, Brother.”

“This isn’t enough.”

A body that had lifted 450 in the three major lifts during military service.

At that time, I did shoulder presses with 30 kg dumbbells, so I couldn’t be satisfied with this.

If even my weak body back then could lift 30 kg dumbbells…

Considering the potential of Yesugei’s body, which was fed a high-protein diet of meat and milk three times a day, it was clear I could lift more than this.

Thinking this, I put the dumbbell down on the ground.

Then I turned my head to look at Munglig.

“Did you bring the other things I mentioned?”

“Yes, those… long rods and round plates, I brought them too.”

“Good.”

Various weight training equipment loaded on the cart.

However, perhaps because what I said wasn’t properly conveyed, there were wheel-like discs and straight, crude rods like the shaft of a spear placed on the cart.

It was quite disappointing.

Still, this seemed enough to train my body to at least protect myself in Bokh for now.