Chapter 46 – 46 – Reunion With the Son of a Bitch
The wet deck shakes. I think I’ve almost slipped and fallen ten times already.
However, the pride of a porter is that he does not drop the cargo, even though his cartilage is worn out and his ankle tendons are aching from trying to maintain his balance.
Moreover, there is no way to even scratch the cargo that is currently being carried. Then I won’t be able to forgive myself.
Healer of the extermination party. Ishtar’s agent. Hope for all of us.
Sister Monica, whom I love.
“Hold on tight.”
“I’ll hold on tight.”
“Never fall.”
“Don’t worry, it won’t fall.”
It comes in and touches my chest.
Your strong words and heavy faith.
“Because Tan won’t miss me.”
When Eshen jumped into the waves to save Nidrogar, the sister jumped out in anger, saying she couldn’t just sit still.
Even Monica hoped that wouldn’t happen. The thought that she might lose both of them in one day scared me.
But I am a porter. A person born with the aptitude to support weight.
If I can’t be their feet, who can?
On the battlefield, combatants lost their eyes and fell. They needed us.
Judging by the momentum of the approaching ship, there are at most five minutes left until the first collision. In it, I did the best I could as a porter.
Rescue those who slip off the deck by pulling them with a grappling hook. When you see people who have fainted, open the cap of the awakening potion and crush the entire bottle.
If you see people fumbling on the floor because they have lost their weapons, take out the arsenal and throw the cutlass and handgun that were hanging on the iron bar at their feet.
All I can do is such trivial things. The rest is up to the sister who carried it.
The sister reached out to the fallen sailor over my shoulder and muttered as fast as she could.
“I came here holding God’s will in my hands.”
“Chi, are you a healer? The captain told you to stay safely in the cabin-“
“Open your closed eyes and look ahead!”
The first healer who appeared among people in ancient times was said to have opened the eyes of a poor, blind man and ushered in a new era.
The era of the fittest. An era in which humans break rocks, attach flesh, and carry out God’s will with the sword, and no longer have to live in hiding and trembling, oppressed by the presence of monsters.
The miraculous Gosa was once again appearing on this deck. Purple and pink touches remove the shadows from their eyes.
“I can see ahead, I can see ahead! I can see-!”
“If you see it, you bastard sunfish! Why are you not running to your spot?”
Morgan flew over the crew’s heads on a rope, swearing loudly. The sailors’ eyes are opened and they move wildly as if their heads have been struck by lightning.
He closely resembles his father’s leadership skills. He has a natural sense of captaincy. As expected, I’m strong-
“Hey, porter! Make sure you stay alive until this shit is over! I have to continue with the story I left off earlier-!”
···Those words are not reassuring. I get goosebumps.
I hope the other crew members don’t notice the excitement and shyness in Morgan’s voice.
It’s hard to say it’s fortunate, but it looks like everyone is busy rubbing their recovered eyes.
Of course, there is no time to examine each person at length, so this is only an emergency measure. Everyone will need a doctor’s diagnosis and a long rest to fully recover.
But the sailors are clearly being recovered. Their vision, and their will to fight, which they had been blind to.
“What kind of person would make an eye out for the elderly?”
“You bastard, who are you? You brought a lighthouse into the middle of the sea!”
There seems to be hope. Warmth blooms again in my cold chest.
It seems like everyone who could be saved has been saved. I was about to rest on my knees, take a moment to catch my breath, and say that it was all thanks to my sister.
“All I can do is simple first aid.”
In the cold rain, my sister’s warm fingers dig into my shoulder sleeves.
You can feel it from its warmth. The fact that my sister is relying on me at this moment.
“Tan did it. The world may say that Tan is just a porter, but after seeing Tan next to me, I can now say with confidence. Tan is a great porter.”
“Sister…”
“Back! Porter! Look behind!”
My heart feels cold again. A feeling of weight strikes from an unexpected place.
The intention of the enemies who took advantage of the storm and fog to attack us was not just to foolishly expose their presence by approaching us by shelling from outside the range.
I knew it the moment I looked back. That they aren’t stupid.
Because they approached with their handguns blinded, the enemy ships were unable to block their approach with artillery fire… Not one, but two ships.
There was another vehicle hidden in the water fog in the opposite direction. They lower their guns and appear secretly to attack-
“Damn it, hold on tight!”
It’s too close to avoid.
I wrapped my arms around the sister and stuck out my back.
———–
‘Tan, wake up!’
‘No.’
‘Wake up!’
Tena, who was upset, bit my shoulder gently. I screamed and turned over.
The grabbing started again. Of course I will lose. But once you take a bite, I have to take a bite too.
Isn’t that what ten-year-olds fight about?
Contrary to the misunderstanding of some parents, children are not like plants that grow on their own.
People are like vines, not acorns. A fragile soul that longs for something to lean on and something to climb on.
I was that person to Tena, and she was that person to me. Each other’s support. Unlike mom or dad, who can’t be seen even when they cry because their leg is broken, they are strong allies who come to you when you need them.
We became friends easily thanks to the commonality of having neglectful parents.
Of course, Sister Monica’s house is full of people in the same situation as us. However, not everyone passed TENA’s filter.
It is said that children’s physical strength is at a level that even hunting dogs would give up while playing with. But TENA was unique among them.
That’s because he possessed the Hero trait. Even life-long health is favored by God.
So, the only one who could play with him until he ran out of breath was me, who possessed the porter trait.
‘I want to take the elevator two more times! No, three times! Just three times-!’
‘I followed you and sprinted for three hours. I also took the elevator 50 times! So you’re telling me to wake up? ‘Hey, am I a toy!’
‘Huh.’
The tomboy shamelessly answered while crushing me, who had lost so badly in the struggle.
Right before I said something stupid that I was going to tell my sister.
The tone of Tena’s voice changes. A little darker, more tired, more stained…
In a voice mixed with that flat resignation that I hate.
‘You have to wake up. ‘Because there are people who need you.’
‘How-‘
‘Just like I needed you at this time.’
———–
Damn bitch.
Of course, you can’t say that to their face. Thena, who has already become calm, won’t feel anything, and it will only break my heart.
At that time, she was only jealous of Thena, but she didn’t really know what the guarantee of that favoritism was.
But if you were carrying ‘that’ burden, couldn’t you have at least told me about it a long time ago?
I understand. Maybe I looked immature. This will probably remain the case in the future.
What warrior in the world would think of someone like a porter as a serious conversation partner…?
“Come to your senses, come to your senses. You can’t die!”
“Porter! Damn, porter-!”
Someone slaps me hard on the cheek. At exactly the same angle and force as Thena in my memory.
···Could it be TENA? Did I just call you a damn bitch in my sleep?
No. That can’t be possible. Tena is no longer just a village member who shows up when I shout out for him.
I wonder if that precious person would just snort if I were to be buried with this ship today.
Head with the ship?
“Huh.”
“I opened my eyes! ‘Ran’ opened his eyes!”
“The porter opened his eyes!”
“Hurray-!”
Morgan cheers and takes a few steps back. Avoiding the bright blue blade.
The number of enemies is much greater. Sandwiched between two ships, I had to face enemies pouring in from both sides.
But the handgun party did not seem to be on the defensive. Because···.
“Damn it, I can’t see!”
···Extremely foolishly, the enemies were also blind.
There were many enemies who lost their balance and fell into the sea while trying to board our ship.
It makes me want to destroy what they thought was strategic. At the very least, it is clear that the idiot who flashed the light is not a smart guy.
I blinked blankly and only then did I understand the situation. A hand-to-hand combat was taking place surrounding me and my sister.
It seems that the attackers eventually succeeded in boarding our ship while I was knocked down by the impact and hit the wall.
My sister held me and hugged me to heal me, so I couldn’t avoid her body. The handgun party crew jumped in with determination to protect us…
“···Then we should quickly evacuate.”
“Luckily there is a hatch that goes down below our feet. Can you get up?”
“Thank you, sister?”
“Where are you thieving bitches going? Let’s both sit down with our pussies on the floor.”
A familiar vulgarity, a familiar voice. My body freezes.
Very vaguely, it seems like what I thought actually happened.
“Damn it, you bastard! If you’re a hero, do you think you can hit and run a handgun ship and return alive?”
“I have nothing to do with you bastards who smell like fish. All you have to do is get your hands on the stuff.”
“Oh, something? What kind of object, you idiot! Have you ever thought about politely asking for it?”
Morgan’s point is correct. However, it is useful to hear the right words.
Of course, you probably never thought about asking for it. Because he’s not that kind of guy.
There are many warriors who use ‘light’ as their power. The embers, the morning star, the sun. Because various gods of light protect humans.
However, with two ships and a strategy bordering on suicide, it was reckless to challenge the party of a big man like Tomco.
The shamelessness of using his power to burn out the eyes of sailors in the middle of a storm.
And, even that incoherent arrogance.
It would be rare to find a child with such abilities and character. I think I understand now.
I still don’t know why he showed up here and continues his bad relationship with me. But that idiot is more than capable of doing something like this.
‘Debaucherous Flash’. Adamantone Sunstorm.
“Give it to me.”
Adam Manton appeared after pushing off the sailors’ grabs with his shoulder and twitched his hands half-heartedly. The tone is that we obviously know what to put out.
And the corners of his eyes narrow. Because his eyes met mine, which was flinching while covering his sister with my body.
“What? I’ve seen this face somewhere before.”
“What are we giving?”
Bang.
“Did even the mother you were sleeping with last night get robbed?”
The enemy ship attached to our ship shakes loudly with a roar. A group of people fly up from behind Adamantone’s shoulder.
Adamantone, who flinched and turned around, was able to easily recognize the protagonist of the bold swear words.
The sailors, friend and foe alike, felt a cold premonition and retreated to both sides.
The main character who performed the miracle of dividing the crowd just by appearing…
“Eshen, go Nidro…!”
Tigris, whose short hair was soaked in seawater and clinging to it like seaweed, stood supporting the completely exhausted Draconian.
I jumped up in joy. And then my legs started shaking and I sat down again.
Eshen didn’t mean to scare me. He just glanced at me and smiled. Like I want to be praised. Or as if to reassure you.
However, except for the mouth, the rest of the face was unusual.
“You’re the one with the sharp eyes, right?”
Eshen turned his attention back to Adamantone. At that moment I realized.
Even when I doubted my identity, when I acted sensitive due to heat, and even when I was caught by Villena. In reality, it was all just a minor annoyance.
I’ve never seen Eshen really angry.
I got goosebumps and couldn’t stand up. The sailors who fiercely clashed swords without being able to see clearly seemed to have felt the same way. The sounds of fighting were gradually decreasing.
Tigris’ amber eyes glance at Adamantone’s chest.
The golden decorations that the arrogant warrior had put on his breastplate were as large as his enormous self-consciousness.
His name is none other than ‘Adamantone Sunstorm’.
“It’s you.”
“It’s you, you beast race bitch.”
“You cram three types of bullshit into one sentence. I just heard this from an acquaintance, warrior. I was wondering how great of a person you are, so I was hoping to meet him someday.”
“Yes, I am Adamantone Sunstorm. So what are you, you whore?”
The warrior shouts triumphantly. It’s as if he firmly believes that a bitch can’t touch a single hair of his head.
But the beast smiled broadly.
“The person who will tear you to death.”
Eshen climbed onto the upper deck of our ship, swinging the rope like a swing.
Then, he placed Nidrogar, who was catching his breath, in a safe area and jumped down to stand in front of Adamantone.
Adamantone rolled his eyes.
“What are we going to do?”
“What are you talking about? What I’m saying is in your ear-“
Before I can even finish answering, the mean sword is drawn horizontally. A crosscut with clear murderous intent.
Among the warriors of the famous Sun Storm, whose reputation is engraved in history, was there anyone who could openly pass on such dishonorable sword techniques to his descendants?
However, it did not matter whether it was a secretly transmitted sword method or a self-developed sword method.
“I heard that.”
Eshen simply dodged it by ducking deeper than the sword. Adamantone’s body is seen flinching in shock.
Adamanton narrowed the distance. He laughed and waved his hands leisurely.
And he shoved his fist into his empty abdomen.
“First of all, this.”
Skip.
A blow that breaks your back in half in one blow. A sound like a bull’s head being hit, not a human fist.
“Kyaeuuuuu-“
“Nidro, who almost became a water demon, is responsible.”
