185 – Living in the desert with the villain (2)
Chester’s line of light had certain phases.
The first stage is the stage where the line of light is not visible at all. It was Chester going about his normal life without arousing his senses. Of course, Chester in this state is much more sensitive than a normal person. See what others haven’t seen, hear what others haven’t heard.
The second stage is a stage in which a line of light is faintly visible. This is the stage where the senses are a little bit on edge, and in this stage, Chester can calmly grasp what his senses are feeling and how he reacts by looking at the lines of light. The line of light is not swayed.
Step 3. The stage where the lines of light are clearly visible. In other words, it is the stage where the body is swung by the senses of the infinite bristle, and the senses feel as they are, without going through the brain and moving on their own. Immediately after being ovulated by Urgo and shot by Lortin, Chester was able to kill Lortin by moving his body with his senses instead of his brain.
There is no problem until the second stage, but the moment you enter the third stage, Chester’s body puts everything else aside and only cares about reacting to the sensations. However, it was not so easy to raise the senses to the third level.
However, after leaving the floating island, the signs of too much life that were interfering with the senses disappeared, and Chester was able to raise his senses to level 3 more easily than he thought.
The problem is that the senses rise too easily.
“At this rate, I might be walking down the street and knocking on someone out of the blue.”
“Were you such a violent person?”
“no way. Yeah, I’d like to believe that my body won’t react that way unless I’m fighting, but you never know?”
“Considering that he killed sailors like that, he might be a violent person.”
“Isn’t it?”
“But he is a terrifying serial killer who has killed more than 100 people. Wouldn’t it be better for the world to stay on an island forever and not contact civilized society?”
“Hey, are you ignoring me now?”
Anyway, so before going out to a civilized society, I decided to refine my senses and prioritize reason over senses even at the third level.
Of course, I didn’t want to lose sight of the strength of the movement that was unfolding at the command of the senses. So, the purpose of training was to make buttons.
With the senses sharpened up to level 3, sometimes Chester makes buttons so that he can move his body as he wants, sometimes as his senses want. Just like turning a lighter on and off with a single button.
The method was simple.
When Chester gets swayed by his senses, Urgo continues to beat him. Then, luckily, when Chester moves his body by controlling his senses, Urgo stops hitting him.
This is to teach the body over and over again. If you don’t make a button, you die! I don’t want to die, so I have to make a button!
Whether Jahan, a promising young warrior, was beaten one-sidedly, it was not an easy task to defeat a sensible Chester, but it was not too difficult for Urgo.
Just as Jahan, prepared to be beaten, pushed Chester over and knocked him over, Urgo does something similar.
The difference is that Urgo is faster than Chester and stronger than Chester. As long as Chester doesn’t have a weapon in his hand, there’s no reason for Urgo to slow his movements while considering checks, evasions, and defenses. If you prepare to get hit and swing your fist, Urgo’s fist touches Chester before he can move to dodge or counterattack.
It was meaningless for Chester to move aiming for the gap where Urgo’s body and mind were relaxed. It was because Urgo, who had made up his mind to fight in earnest, hardly relaxed his mind.
If Chester had even a knife in his hand, he would have been able to stand up and stab him when he was beaten, but Chester, without a weapon, was powerless against Urgo.
On the first day of training, I got beaten up.
On the second day, I just got beaten up.
By the third day, I wonder if my senses have learned, and I was able to fight Urgo for a while, doing better than on the second day, but in the end I was beaten and fell down.
If Chester’s fist was a stone, Urgo’s fist was a mace. It wasn’t uncommon for him to lose his mind in a single shot and pass out.
Chester had a hard time, but Urgo seemed happy.
If the desert warriors were sparred in this way, they might have to lie down for several months.
However, Chester reduced the shock even a little by missing the attack, even though it was the last, really close moment. Thanks to this, even if Urgo hits him, it only ends in fainting, and he can wake up right away.
In addition, I don’t know why, but it was really nice to come back the next day with a well-recovered body and no bruises.
Fourth day, fifth day. As you continue to learn and experience Urgo, little by little, the time you spend sparring without fainting increases.
Chester was able to learn not only sensory training, but also ‘how to move the body to fight’.
And on the sixth day of training. That day too, Chester was hit by Urgo and flew away.
“Chester, are you okay?”
“… … Monia.”
Chester, who had not fainted, looked at Monia, who came next to him, and accepted Rex, who ran to him with a worried expression.
“Dad! Doesn’t it hurt?”
“Yeah, it doesn’t hurt.”
Rex bruised Urgo, telling him to take it easy.
“Tell me, starting with your father and Chester, who were left on the island. I don’t get it because they both just call me daddy.”
“Dad listens just fine!”
“When Rex sings black wind with me, the tone is a little different.”
“How do I understand that? I am not a monkey.”
“Don’t call my child a monkey!”
Monia slapped Urgo on the back for calling Rex a monkey. Urgo had explained in detail what a monkey was, so he knew what a monkey was.
“How can you compare Rex with that beast!”
“No, they look the same!”
“Your hair is different, your hair!”
When Monia was bruised, Urgo apologized for being sorry. What he was trying to do to Monia was what he was going to do, so Urgo couldn’t bear to go out as strong as the others to Monia.
“Great, the ax outside!”
“The great wind is overwhelming!”
“What a scary woman!”
Maybe it was that impressive that she ran amok with an ax during the banquet, but before she knew it, Monia was being called the outside ax among the warriors.
On the other hand, the evaluation of married warriors was different.
“Originally, it’s hard to win over a woman at home.”
“right. I rebelled a bit, but when I gave you only one dried scorpion for dinner, I couldn’t say anything.”
“I know that? And that guy slept with another young woman and got caught, so he couldn’t act as a man.”
“This is terrible… … .”
They are women who live in a rough and harsh desert. Although not at the level of wielding an axe and fighting like Monia, all of them had some heroine disposition.
To put it bluntly, it was not uncommon for a woman to seize a warrior in the desert and put it under his feet, as is now happening in a corner of a resting tent.
“Wait a minute! Everyone sees!”
“It’s okay, it’s the tent in the corner. No one can see!”
“I’m tired from training!”
“So good!”
A desert warrior passing nearby slipped away from the tent.
‘Even though I can’t see it, I can hear everything.’
The tent, which had been roughly erected on the sand, swayed slightly according to the movement inside and began to make the sound of water that is hard to hear in the desert.
“Ah!”
While a warrior’s man’s pride was shattered and his energy was quickened, Chester took a break and spent his time carving and carving a piece of wood that Monia had brought.
Next to him was Monia, who was teaching him the desert language.
“So here… To use a little more sophisticated vocabulary… I know it’s hard to pronounce as if it’s mixed with tlang in between words, but be careful with this.”
“Hmm. What if I make a mistake?”
“For example, if you misspell the word ‘fresh’, you turn into a bitch.”
“… … why?”
“Ask the desert people. I don’t know either. Now, let’s practice pronunciation.”
Urgo looked at Monia with a slightly somber expression.
‘I’ve been here for months… … .’
This was the difference between a person who grew up receiving a high level of education, which only a few people can receive even in a civilized society, and a person who grew up learning to fight in a tribe in the steppe.
While Urgo became depressed, doubting his own brain, Chester quickly fiddled with the blade to carve a block of wood into a small statue.
The sculpture target was Monia, who wielded an ax and conquered the desert women. Chester, who at first carves only simple objects, has improved his skills enough to express even the delicate wrinkles of fluttering fabric while enjoying carving on the island as a hobby for over a year.
At first, Monia didn’t know what she was carving, but when she saw her familiar clothes, an ax, and a woman’s head under her feet, she realized what she was carving and hit Chester.
“No, why would you carve something like that!”
“It’s okay, it’s pretty.”
“Child… .”
“Dad, I’ll try sculpting too!”
“Oh, did you? Hey, did you do well? Um, well, this is… … .”
“Take a piece of cheap poop from Ant!”
“Why did you carve something like that?”
Chester, embarrassed at not knowing what to say, changed the subject of conversation.
“Oh, how about Ant? I get along well?”
“Since I live near the oasis, I think I can afford to live a little.”
While Chester and Monia were clinging to each other, time passed and the afternoon hunting time was approaching.