62 – Morning Sun and Morning Canter
In the end, the result of the baby rolling his head hard while lying in bed, thinking about his business.
In my sleep, I dreamed alternately, then woke up several times and then went back to sleep.
What kind of a baby is dreaming of collaborating with a giant blacksmith to run a large baby bottle business, then shoot the sun and moon in the sky with a baby bottle beam, advance into space and establish a galactic empire.
Even after waking up, I was sitting in a daze wondering what kind of dream this was and whether my mind was all right, and I was almost late for the morning walk.
-Shuaa…
If you are still looking at the cool waves of the sea under the dark morning sky, why the hell am I going through all this hard work?
They say that life is ultimately a cycle of overcoming and getting hit, but now I was just skipping over it, thinking that it was all about me.
“Heckle.”
“As a personal request, I would like to ask you to call me by my full name, but what is it?”
Hercules, who was tying the straps of his sandals next to me, mumbled something and jumped up.
‘Looking at it again, he’s a big guy.’
I was also quite tall for my age, but I was a Hercules with a size that reminded me of an adult bodybuilder, perhaps a sprout of a great hero.
“Aren’t you tired?”
“What?”
“Life.”
Honestly, the trouble I’m having right now because of the twin lightyears was nothing compared to this rice cake stand.
It’s a shame because he was born as Hercules, but isn’t this guy living a life journey that can be said to have reached the age of a thousand years from the point of view of mysticism?
“Everything sounds great.”
As if he didn’t care about my question, Hercules smiled and looked down at me.
“If you live, how can you live well? If the lion attacks, catch the lion, if the goddess is angry
It’s about living in moderation.”
Because I’m watching it as if I’m surprised at the unexpectedly pessimistic reaction.
Hercules shrugged his shoulders lightly.
“It’s not like I was born into my father’s lineage, but how do you think I have any other options other than the life of Hercules?”
“Um… Isn’t it?”
Hercules was representative of the so-called hero.
From the strength of lifting a mountain to the fate of undergoing trials due to being hated by the gods, even if he lived alone in Simsamyugok and shut himself up, a sealed monster would come out of that hole and catch him and establish a dynasty. .
“So. I have no choice but to live by just trying to draw. Well, if I keep asking questions like you, it doesn’t work out and I get tired, right?”
“…You’re wise.”
When I first saw him, I had a strong impression that he was a guy whose brain was made of muscles.
If you talk like this, he was a guy with very philosophical and coherent thoughts.
Well, that is why he must have remained in mythology as a great hero, not as a strong fighter.
“From what I saw, you don’t seem like someone who doesn’t know that either. Why are you asking that?”
“Well, since we don’t know when an orbital bombardment will come from the sky, we are hanging on to solve a riddle. It looks like Hyun-tam has come.”
“I told you to stop using that Hyperborean dialect. I don’t know what you’re talking about. And our short life discourse is not important.”
“What?”
“Look over there.”
In place of the collapsed Coliseum, where Hercules pointed out, there were students of the Forest of Heroes who were preparing in groups of two and three along the Poseidon coast.
Everyone was grooming their weapons, checking their armor, and preparing for their upcoming breakfast.
“Sheesh, we were so excited we ran amok.”
Hercules seemed very displeased to see the little heroes swollen with hope for breakfast on the wide shore.
“Why is that?”
“No, why? Are you asking because you really don’t know?”
He wondered if he had heard it correctly, but Heracles was in serious agony, but there was a wickedness that could not be hidden on his face.
“It’s only when the front is wide open like this that I can’t catch them all if they run away from me!”
“Do I have to hold it?”
“Oh dear Dianes, listen carefully to me.”
When I was dumbfounded, Hercules opened his throat and began to speak with a very determined expression.
“As a result of my hard work, no one but me had breakfast after the morning canter.”
“Isn’t it?”
“As a result, everyone watched me eat a delicious breakfast, then each of them somehow helped with the work in the forest to supplement the meal, or went to the kitchen and stole the meal from the watchful eye of the nymphs and centaurs.”
“Isn’t it?”
“In other words, our dear alumni faced the tremendous ordeal of the country, craved the delicacy of breakfast, and each honed their skills or squeezed their wisdom to win breakfast.”
“Is that so?”
“However, if it is this open seaside, no matter how much I am the son of Zeus and the man who takes the place of the next great hero, there will definitely be someone who gets out and eats breakfast.”
“Isn’t it?”
“If that happens, more and more people will eat breakfast?”
“Isn’t it?”
“If that happens, breakfast will no longer be the reward you get after a great ordeal, but just a regular meal.”
“Isn’t it?”
“If that happens, no one will understand the importance of breakfast anymore and it will just be a daily meal. How rude to Demeter! On top of that, you will also miss the opportunity to grind and polish each other by filling your belly with a roomy amount of bread and wine!”
How terrifying!
I was able to express my opinion with just one word, watching Hercules repeating a speech that seemed to have no persuasiveness in an enthusiastic tone.
…What kind of bullsh*t is this?
“Hey, Heckle. Didn’t we have an in-depth discussion about life and hardships until about 15 minutes ago? But suddenly you sat down preaching the importance of breakfast?”
But Hercules, out of nowhere, was pouring out some sophistry to me as if he were filming a variety show.
“Ugh, that means breakfast is an important thing.”
As if he didn’t know what to do, Hercules wiggled his finger at me and boasted.
Looking at that face, I was dumbfounded and just asked this openly.
“So what is your true intention?”
“It’s hard to see other guys eating breakfast. I will only eat.”
…
Yes, that’s right.
Even if the size of Amman reminds me of a bodybuilder, these guys were old enough to remain jammin moss by modern standards.
“So, Dianes. Why don’t you give them the hardships of the morning with me.
We will be able to eat breakfast to the full in the envy of all, and they will be able to safely go through fierce battles that cannot be paid for, and also hone their skills in the morning longing.”
“Then why are you making this offer to me?”
“Because if you mess with them, I’d rather not be able to eat breakfast.”
“Oh? I’m surprised I never thought I would admit that openly.”
Aren’t they originally Greek heroes who take honor and pride as well as their lives?
However, Hercules was surprisingly talking about himself on the same level as himself without much resistance.
“Ah, the most important thing in Athena’s teachings was the owl’s vision to see all directions objectively. And if you and I argue, only the other guys will look good on you.”
This bastard had a very cool judgment than I thought.
Even looking at the distribution that knows how to acknowledge the other party, the buds that will do big things in the future are already green with their cotyledons.
Or maybe it’s just that my brain is spinning because I don’t like being f*cked by a bunch of other guys.
“Ah, by the way, breakfast is a dividend system? We eat in the order that comes in first-come-first-served basis.”
In other words, the more people eat breakfast, the less pie comes back to me.
“Haa…”
So, if I could sum up in one word what this guy was really passionate about, like a great hero.
It was to join hands with him, not them, and let them monopolize delicious breakfast by themselves, leaving a disturbance so that they wouldn’t be able to eat breakfast.
In a word, it was a f*cking stupid idea.
“Then I have to do it right away.”
“As expected, I thought you would understand my heart!”
Eating breakfast alone with the other spunky bastards?
I can’t stand this kind of fun.
“Khehehehe.”
“Kuhehehehe.”
I had trouble sleeping last night, and it was perfect for warming up a bit in preparation for the upcoming combat class.
“Then I’ll take the front of the Kubo course, you turn around and stop those trying to escape.”
Hercules must have been thinking of engaging in classic hand-to-hand combat, just like he did.
It was not a very suitable idea for hunting in such an open place.
“I have an idea. Listen.”
At my beckoning, Hercules lowered the giant and brought his ear to me.
When I told him the tactics I had in mind, he clapped his hands and nodded in satisfaction.
“As expected, it was a good idea to invite you.”
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“By the way, what’s on the menu this morning?”
“Cyceon and lamb salad made by Kariclo’s mother. Mother’s Kikeon is not enough even if you eat the whole pot. How delicious.”
Then I’m even more motivated.
As Hercules and I stood up with deep smiles, the sun was slowly burning over the shoreline.
“… Huh?”
But in the middle of the bright sun, something caught my eye.
I thought it was a bird for a moment, but somehow I had a hunch that it wasn’t a bird, but something else.
It’s the sun side, so it’s hard to keep my eyes open, so I can’t look properly…
– Huung!
“Oh? Do you have a function like this?”
As soon as the bet was turned to boost eyesight, the Shinmagi strengthened the eyesight as if wearing sunglasses with the bet.
Thanks to that, despite the strong sunlight, I was able to see the mysterious flying object flying towards me with the sun at my back.
“…Damn it.”
Despite the new use of Shinmage, I couldn’t stand the silence.
It was because I caught sight of a handsome man running towards us with a wagon that was as bright as the sun.