Chapter 48
Chapter 48
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 48
Chapter Title: Worry About What You Should Worry About
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The community's remaining firepower was entirely focused on the fact that the broadcast had ended.
Excerpt from the post: 'To explain as simply as possible, tail attacks are mostly to create distance, so don't block—just dodge and dive in to target the neck.'
This time, there was no flood of viewers heading to Yura's, Hean's, or Cruise's streams.
If Third Life had an official Mutube channel, they might have gone there, but he didn't even have one yet.
Thanks to that, the lost viewers stayed put, digging into the innocent community.
The admin, who had been racking their brains over this incident, finally drew their sword.
Meanwhile.
The culprit behind it all.
'Should I grill some meat for dinner?'
Third Life was loitering around the butcher shop.
He still hadn't decided between pork or beef.
Suddenly, the dragon he'd caught earlier came to mind.
'No dragon meat here?'
As if a regular butcher would have any.
'Wild dragon meat tastes awful.'
He'd had a chance to try dragon meat before.
The wild one he'd eaten back then was truly the worst.
-Ugh. Seriously, this is a delicacy?
-Farmed dragons are tasty. This one's just bad.
-Farmed dragons? You mean they use three dragons at once for food?
-You... You just said that as a joke... right...?
The pun he'd thought was clever got the worst reaction.
He put the pork from the butcher into a bag.
Pork for dinner tonight.
His other hand was full of vegetables.
In his growth spurt, he needed to eat well and sleep well to grow tall.
He wasn't obsessed with height.
But the benefits of being tall outweighed those of being short by far, so bigger would be better.
'Over 180 cm this life would be perfect.'
Longer limbs from height made swordsmanship and martial arts easier.
But not too tall.
For dinner, meat. Tomorrow morning, if leftovers, make seolleongtang.
One perk of modern society: pre-made processed foods.
Just dump the pouch contents and boil. Done.
The world had improved.
With everything bought, heading home.
He paused by the roadside.
In front of a toy specialty store.
'That's what the kids were talking about.'
From elementary to the Academy.
A hugely popular character among same-age kids was nicely displayed.
Big, colorful, sparkling toy to grab attention.
Bankrupt Ping.
Curious about the price.
How much could that cost?
Kids loved it, so probably cheap.
If affordable, buy one. Not bad.
Conversation topic with kids.
"Back in my day, a stick was enough for them to play swordsman king," he muttered, staring through the glass at the price tag.
'How many balls is that...?'
Way pricier than expected.
Kids these days use expensive stuff.
One would cover three weeks without starving worries.
Buying that just for chit-chat... nah.
Gave up on the toy.
Name fits perfectly: Bankrupt Ping.
Resumed walking home. Quick trip.
Fwoosh!
First thing: lights on.
No need to fridge the groceries.
Eating now anyway.
Sizzle.
Grilled pork golden on high heat, ate with prepped veggies for dinner.
After, read Introduction to Magic Studies (General Theory) bought online.
After Seo-ah pierced his recognition interference magic, felt a slight crisis in his magic skills.
Not his main, but no point forgetting what he knew.
'Kinda miss debating with the Sage.'
Ask unclear bits, instant answers. Now efficiency down a bit, but overall understanding fine.
Should make a subspace magic later.
Sage always opened it, no need to learn. Now solo, so necessary.
Finished the book.
'Meh. All fluff, no substance.'
Too superficial.
Better buy detailed tomes per field next time.
Thought so, ended the day.
Next day.
After hearty seolleongtang breakfast, headed to Academy.
"Well, Collateral Loan Ping beat Interest Ping yesterday, right?"
"I was shocked. How does Loan Ping beat Interest Ping? Bankrupt Ping cleaned up later, but Interest Ping was so pitiful."
Kids still on incomprehensible Bankrupt Ping talk.
"Hi. You're early."
Greeted Seo-ah, sat at desk.
"Where's Sung-chan?"
"Fetching water."
Got it.
"Can you explain this?"
Was teaching Seo-ah a tricky magic.
Sung-chan entered with homeroom teacher.
"Good morning, everyone!"
High-energy homeroom teacher from morning pulled out a paper as Sung-chan sat.
"You know swordsmanship department spar today? Round-robin and one-on-one, total two rounds. Memorize. Hot outside, bring water?"
Right.
Swordsmanship spar today.
Teacher bent at podium, declared solemnly.
"And... if we win even one—whether one-on-one or round-robin against swordsmanship—just one, teacher buys pizza or chicken!"
Wooo!
Kids cheered wildly.
Free period.
Prof. Go headed out without rest.
"Prof. Cheong."
"Prof. Go? What brings you here?"
"Swordsmanship spar today. Here to watch."
"Ah? Then over there. This is elementary, that's middle-high. More to see there."
Middle-high already intense staredown.
Magic and swordsmanship departments not close. Opposites, so rivals in evaluations.
Academy planned it.
Rivals to grow bigger.
But tension vanishes post-evaluation.
Professors friendly as long as no political splits during student rivalries.
"No, student I want to see is here. Plenty to watch here."
"Hm? Promising magic kid joined?"
"Yes. So watch closely. Keep him safe."
"Got it."
Elementary magic vs. swordsmanship usually ends sword win.
Sword spar, obvious?
Realistic, so magic usable too.
Same for swordsmen.
Full arsenal allowed.
But magic needs time, so early often loses to physical sword dept.
Especially kids: fear sword, can't cast, hit by wild swings.
Thus elementary, low grades, magic low win rate.
Middle-high evens out.
Inevitable.
Overcome violence fear slowly.
That's why these spars needed.
Future hero/hunter/villain: can't fear spars in crises.
"He's up."
"That kid?"
Prof. Go sought the watched kid, fearing injury.
First match: boy from yesterday.
Prof. Go worried only wrists/head safe.
...Should've worried about what mattered.
"......"
Wooden sword felt good after ages.
High-grade wood? Smooth grip rare lately.
No swordsman joy though.
"Hey. Surrender now, no need to find mom."
Lame taunt.
"......"
Grips sword right, but stance basicless.
Overconfident, sword extended.
Swordsmanship dept 1st year.
8, Hwang Deok-cheon.
My opponent.
Hm...
Spar, so hitting okay, right...?