episode_0038

“What, what is it!”

A scream so loud that I doubted whether it really came out of my mouth.

Perhaps because of that, the Cheonma in front of me was momentarily overwhelmed by my voice.

But there was no time to worry about such things.

Only anger.

The intense anger made him throw away even the polite speech that was his last conscience.

“How dare you! You insult Michael Jackson?”

“That, that bastard, what kind of devil is that!”

“Shut your mouth!!!!!!”

The sight of the Heavenly Horse being pushed by me and me gritting my teeth as I rush towards it.

If any hunter saw it, they would ask if I was crazy.

That kind of thing didn’t matter to me right now.

“Have you ever seen a video of him even once!! Do you even know who he is in the first place!!!”

“I know that too! Isn’t he just a being who can dance a little well?”

“A little? A little? Are you crazy? Just a little?”

Unable to control his anger, he slams his fists on the desk.

With a loud bang, books and writing instruments on the desk are thrown high into the air.

My gaze is sharply focused between the flying objects.

“You bastard! Do you know what the Heavenly Demon Lord’s Approach is?”

“Isn’t that obvious! That’s the basics of a heavenly horse! How can you ask what it means to walk as if you rule the world!”

“Can you shake the world with just one step, you little bastard?”

“No, that’s not true.”

“Michael Jackson touches and shakes the world with just one simple step!!”

My eyes started to get bloodshot.

My heart started beating faster as if telling me to go further, and my fists turned white because I clenched them so tightly.

“And you can knock someone out with just the magic!”

“Who can make people faint with magic?”

“Michael Jackson can do it!!!!!”

“Don’t make me laugh! Where did you find such a method!!”

“Does Cheonma Wolbo (天魔月步) look like shit to you!!!!!!!!”

Cheonma flinched momentarily and took a step back, overwhelmed by my momentum.

Then I jumped up from my seat and glared at Cheonma as if I was going to kill him.

“Cheonmajajeon (Heavenly Demon Self-Rotation). Cheonmabokumpa (Heavenly Demon Explosion Sound Wave). In addition, he moves the world with only countless fists, angles, and dharma!!!”

“Believe it, I can’t believe it!”

[Isn’t there also the Heavenly Demon Bone Extraction Qi Exercise?]

‘That’s passive.’

I immediately manipulated my cell phone.

What I’m going to highlight is a video of Michael Jackson.

“What the heck is this thing you’re talking about called the Heavenly Demonic Power!!!”

“The Heavenly Demon God is stronger than anything else, and is overwhelming..”

He jumped out of his seat and held the video up to Cheonma’s eyes, playing it.

“Are the eyes that that guy is wearing just for decoration!!! Don’t you know that this is the Heavenly Demonic Art!!”

“That, that’s….”

“You still don’t know even after watching his dance steps, his breathing, and his every gesture!!!”

“…..”

I held the phone close enough to Cheonma’s face that it touched it.

As if telling me to engrave this image clearly in my two eyes.

“Do you still not understand the secrets of the Heavenly Demonic Art contained here!!! And you can still call yourself a Heavenly Demon!!!”

A moment of silence.

The only thing you can hear is the sound coming from the video of Michael Jackson.

After slowly calming my breathing and mind, I returned to my seat.

Cheonma was frozen in place, unable to say anything.

“Never ignore Michael Jackson again.”

After saying that, he started picking up the books and writing instruments that had fallen on the ground.

The horse didn’t move an inch until I had picked everything up and sat down.

“If you want to call yourself Cheonma, you must first watch all of his videos while he was alive.”

“……”

“If you still won’t admit it, I’ll fight you all I want.”

“……”

Not saying anything made my anger boil over once again.

“Answer me!!!!!”

“Okay, I got it! I’ll keep that in mind and definitely watch it!!!”

“If you understand, get out!!!”

Cheonma turned around and ran out of the classroom at my scolding.

Only then did the tension in my body begin to relax.

I have no regrets.

How dare you insult Michael Jackson.

This is absolutely unbearable.

When I looked to the side, Hyeji was looking at me with her eyes wide open, as if she was very surprised.

A face that said he had no idea it would be this much of a mess.

Meanwhile, Jeong A-yeon was staring blankly with her mouth wide open, her face turning blue.

It seems that he was extremely shocked to see his idol run away.

“Shinwoo. I think you’re really a crazy kid.”

“Confucius…are you really in your right mind?”

“I don’t know, fuck. That kid was dissing Michael Jackson.”

“No matter what, you’re saying you’d do that to Cheonma-nim?”

It was strange that Hyeji kept expressing concern.

Even though he was famous, I couldn’t understand why everyone was making such a fuss about him.

“But that old man. Is he famous?”

“You said something? Did you really jump in without knowing anything?”

At my words, Jeong A-yeon’s face began to come back to life.

The following is Jeong Ah-yeon’s grab by the collar and her anger.

I think he was a true fan because he even had tears in his eyes.

“The pinnacle of our unmanned people and the beings that unmanned people want to become!”

“Is that it?”

“That’s not all! If you’re unmanned, it’s natural for everyone to want to become a heavenly horse!!”

“Then, does that mean your goal is to become a heavenly horse?”

“It’s embarrassing. I also want to become a heavenly horse.”

Cheonma is not an idol or anything, he is the target of the martial artists.

[Isn’t there a Cheonma Girls?]

‘Oh, right.’

At that moment, Hyeji’s sharp criticism came in fiercely.

“But Shinwoo, you tore those unmanned idols to shreds?”

“Be careful when you use the word “torn.” If you do it wrong, it could be a violation of election law. ”

That word is really sensitive.

I was already disciplined for that.

Hyeji said as if something suddenly occurred to her.

“Shinwoo, what would you do if Cheonma-nim came to find you in person?”

“……”

“…You didn’t think about it, did you?”

“Ah.”

“I’m going crazy, really.”

As the excitement subsided, one objective fact emerged.

The academy students are really annoying to Cheonma.

It deserves special coverage.

That’s crazy.

I picture in my head the worst-case scenario of a fight with the Heavenly Demon.

One is the top hunter, Cheonma.

Another one is a cripple who can’t even strengthen his body properly and ends up losing his arm.

From here on out, it already feels cheap.

In addition, the Heavenly Horse can also shoot Death Beams. This means that it is also a good long-range countermeasure.

On the other hand, what I insist on is only close range combat.

Even if you are lucky enough to get close, it is questionable whether the sword will penetrate its sturdy-looking body.

[You’re done.]

‘Fuck, I don’t see any way to win?’

“Hey, if we fight, can you make me some fire-breathing gloves?”

“Why is that?”

“Anyway, if you hit Jo Jin with that, you can use the Cheonma Punch to increase the potion.”

“Confucius! At least call it the Heavenly Demon’s Fist!”

Jeong A-yeon vehemently refutes from the side.

Either way, Hyeji gave me a realistic point.

“Shinwoo, isn’t it a fire punch since there’s fire?”

“That’s right. I guess I should call it the volcano punch.”

“Confucius. Damn, really.”

[This body wants to see the great destruction of the Heavenly Demon.]

‘I need to carve the character for heaven. Can I carve it with a machine gun?’

I thought something would work out somehow.

***

Anyway, today’s 1st and 2nd period was taught by Cheonma, who was the daily teacher.

But the Tenma Garmental was shattered and Itachi was killed.

Then what is it?

It’s empty.

Faced with an unexpected gap, we headed toward the store to take a short break.

Then, the contents of the bulletin board come into our sight.

“Is this the election candidate campaign period?”

“That’s right, Shinwoo. But that balding punk was disqualified as a candidate, so he’s the sole candidate.”

“If there’s only one candidate, won’t he be elected right away?”

“I don’t think so. Would you like to take a look?”

I went to the bulletin board and checked out the posters of the candidates.

As a representative candidate for the World Tree Welcome, it was only natural that an elf’s picture was on the poster.

The one in the photo was a female elf.

A sky blue butterfly-shaped earring on the right ear.

This female elf was also assumed to be a high elf.

What’s unusual is that the ears appear subtly short.

And among the elves I occasionally saw, there was one with short pink hair that I had never seen before.

“The atmosphere is completely different from the last time you were a kid.”

“That’s right. That little brat still makes me feel ashamed when I think about it.”

“Young lady, Confucius. What do you feel when you see this?”

Out of the blue, Jeong A-yeon asks us a question.

Eyes fixed on a picture of a female elf.

“First of all, is it because she’s an elf that she’s pretty? A high elf? And pink hair? ”

“……Your breasts are fucking huge. How dare you, you little punk.”

Hyeji’s eyes shine ominously.

While feeling a slight chill, Jeong A-yeon began to speak calmly.

“Pink hair can’t appear among elves. Not even among high elves.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“High elves are usually pure-blooded. That’s why they look down on all other types of people.”

“But what the hell. Why is that little brat hitting on me and giving me a hard time!”

Hyeji’s anger was suddenly directed at Jeong Ayeon.

Jeong A-yeon, who had been scratching her face with an embarrassed expression, opened her mouth again.

“That, that elf named Lucian is special.”

“That’s right. Sesshomaru also hated humans.”

“But you made the two half-demons really well.”

“Originally, celibacy is completed through marriage.”

The topic of conversation suddenly drifted, so Jeong A-yeon quickly brought it back to its original state.

“Anyway, this girl is a high elf, but her hair color is something that only purebloods can have.”

“So you’re saying it’s not pure blood but mixed?”

“That’s right. Aren’t the ears a bit shorter than those of other elves? I’d say half or three quarters. ”

[When I look at this body, it looks like a three-quarter.]

‘So 3/4 is more likely.’

Then a thought occurred to me.

“Then won’t you be rejected by the elves too?”

“Well, since they’re high elves, it’d be difficult to openly reject them.”

“Shinwoo, let’s go quickly. I feel bad every time I see this poster.”

Hyeji’s eyes were fixed on the elf’s massive chest.

With those eyes filled with a terrible, dark hatred.

I think it was because my hatred for the mid overlapped with my hatred for the nobles.

Anyway, I respected Hyeji’s wishes and quickly left the place.

‘Don’t hate your heart too much. Those who don’t have it know better how precious it is.’

[Are you a fucking devil?]

***

The next day.

Professor Phil Yong is back.

But before Professor Phil Yong started class, someone came in through the classroom door that opened out of nowhere.

That’s right, Cheonma.

It was the same outfit as yesterday, but there was one thing different: the eyes of the Heavenly Horse.

He looked quite pale, and the dark circles around his eyes suggested that he had been doing something all night.

At that moment, Cheonma suddenly walked briskly towards my seat.

The Cheonma approached me without making a sound and then began to stare at me with a fierce expression without saying a word.

A moment when you are extremely nervous about what kind of attack will come.

“Thank you so much for enlightening me of my ignorance.”

“……Huh?”

Suddenly, Cheonma bowed his waist 90 degrees to me.

Cheonma’s unexpected actions.

Everyone remained silent, dumbfounded.

Judging from the surprised expression on Professor Pil-Yong’s face, it seems that he also has no idea about the situation.

Meanwhile, Cheonma raised his head again and opened his mouth to me.

“I realized it yesterday.”

“Uh, what kind?”

Cheonma smiles slightly.

Then Cheonma took the lottery ticket and spoke confidently.

“Michael Jackson is a true heavenly demon.”

I was moved.

I was so moved.

I finally realized that Michael Jackson is a true celestial being.

[…So far, everything went well.]

‘From today, Grandpa is also our colleague!’

With a heavy heart, I also answered Cheonma with a lottery ticket.