Memoirs of the Returnee - Chapter 13



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＃Returner’s Notepad Episode 13

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… … ‘Mache’. It’s literally a body flowing with magical energy.

One blackboard. Pure white chalk. Deep, dark black eyes.

A class prepared just for me in a small classroom.

… … The basics of this mache are ‘one-to-four lines’.

One to four lines.

The most popular way to form mache.

I heard these words so hard that my ears prickled.

… … First of all, the area. It refers to the largest circuit from the brain to the groin. The thickest and strongest circuit that should never break. That’s why it’s called ‘ti (帶)’.

Theia drew a human body diagram on the blackboard and drew a line from the head to the groin. Lay the chalk horizontally and make it very thick.

… … From this band, four lines are derived: right arm, left arm, right leg, and left leg.

Then, four lines were drawn along the arms and legs.

… … This is a diagonal line.

The area is from the head to the groin, and the diagonal line is from the area to the fingertips and toes.

Ultimately, the line refers to the path through which magical energy flows through the human body, that is, the composition of the circuit.

… … In this world, there are almost no masquerades that are not straight lines. But you, Zion. The moment you learn one-to-one line, your body dies, right?

It’s impossible for me. The ‘band’ of the one-line gland inevitably penetrates the Danjeon, because it is certain that cancer cells will spread through the band.

… … Don’t be frustrated. Lift your head.

When was this time?

Probably right after my third chemotherapy surgery.

She came to see me after I woke up from anesthesia and claimed to be my teacher.

… … There is no way. Macheji in ancient times. Nowadays, we even call it machete.

In modern times, the mache is a straight line, but if you go back to ancient times, there are different mache.

… … It’s called ’embodiment’.

Embodiment.

Accept the magical power within your body and let it seep in naturally without any special process.

To put it in a very simple analogy, it is similar to smoking, where meat is cooked with smoke.

… … I did some research on monkeys. I also wrote a thesis. Please read it.

monkey.

It was also literally a machete used by ‘animals’.

* * *

I opened my eyes. I woke up from a flashback and looked around at the surrounding scenery.

A lake with few people and surrounded by bushes. A rest area behind the old building where it doesn’t seem like anyone is watching, and it doesn’t really matter.

I came here as soon as I finished college board.

“Shall we try?”

Master’s teachings.

Something I had forgotten due to the harshness of reality was triggered in my mind the moment I recognized her existence and made my soul tremble.

Is this also thanks to “Notepad”?

I first took off my clothes. I folded everything, including my Endex uniform and underwear, and placed them on the rock.

When you train your body, your entire body will become wet with sweat and waste.

with a splash-

I walked into the lake.

“Ugh.”

It’s still early spring so it’s extremely cold, but it’s okay.

I sat cross-legged with only my neck resting on the surface of the water.

“Whoa… … .”

What I am trying to do now is ‘embodiment’.

One of the teachings Theia Ithil left me.

To put it simply, it is smoking, but in fact, it is quite different from smoking. In reality, it is no different from leaving meat outside on a summer day and waiting for it to ‘cook on its own’.

There is no fire, no frying pan, nothing.

This is not a method that disappeared for no reason.

Therefore, in order for “embodiment” to develop into a meaningful demon body, the teacher said, an “engine” is needed to pump out the magic power of the dantian.

Just as the heart pumps blood and circulates it throughout the body, it is an engine that pumps the magical energy of the Danjeon and radiates it to the tips of the hands and feet.

In the past, my teacher said, ‘You must design and create your own algorithm.’ He added that it would be very difficult.

Before the regression, I couldn’t invent that method until I died.

Not now.

I already know the algorithm that is so difficult.

No, everyone knows.

What?

You just heard it as a metaphor.

“heart.”

I put my hand on my chest.

What I’m trying to do now is simple.

First of all, how much does “Notepad” know about me?

Next, to what extent can I “remember” my body?

In other words, is it possible to “remember” the function of the heart and “implant” it into the Danjeon?

So that my Danjeon can beat on its own like my heart.

Of course, I am afraid of touching the Danjeon. As a cancer patient, this is a completely natural worry.

However, cancer cells in the Danjeon cannot escape the Danjeon membrane. One-to-one radiation penetrates the single membrane, but since this does not occur in “Embodiment,” at least you do not have to worry about the risk of cancer cell metastasis.

“… … .”

I sat cross-legged in silence. I closed both eyes.

I slowly moved the magic power within my body. When that energy crept up and reached her heart, she muttered her thoughts.

“… … memory.”

My heart trembled. The Danjeon shook greatly. Tuk-duk-duk-duk- The sound of blood vessels bursting all over the body was loud.

I gritted my teeth. I supported my body while maintaining breathing intervals.

There was a moment when I made up my mind and endured the pain.

A notepad appeared above my tightly closed eyelids.

[63 / 100]

■ diary

■ memory

└Perion

└No title

Last 24-hour capacity history: +30

An untitled file was added, and the capacity quickly reached 53.

Does that mean ‘untitled’ is my heart?

It feels strange, but there is no time to sit still.

I let the magical power containing the heart’s “memory” flow into the dantian.

The mechanism is simple.

Just as you can bring in the function of the bariccan in a beauty salon, all you have to do is transplant the function of the heart into the Danjeon.

… … I hope you can do that.

——.

Then, something stirred.

I quickly opened my eyes. I put my hand on my stomach.

——.

It feels like it’s moving, but I can’t really feel it.

Is this because, unlike the chest, the stomach has thicker subcutaneous fat?

——.

Fortunately, this is my third time.

It is certainly.

It is a pulsation.

——.

Danjeon is running.

Every time I breathe, it’s like I’m pumping.

A completely unconscious action.

“… … done.”

I lied flat on my back, feeling a certain sense of accomplishment.

with a plop-!

I left myself at the lake. Refreshing moisture rushed to my hot body.

I just floated around and looked up at the sky blankly.

“It works.”

In the sunset glow, the face of the old teacher is blurred.

Theia Itsil.

I got so much help from her. Her life was in debt several times, and on two or three occasions she borrowed too much money and did not pay it back until her death.

I didn’t even once urge him to repay.

Actually, I had no intention of paying it back.

anyway.

“Something happened… … .”

Before the regression, I was able to become friends with her. She could get close in an instant.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend—it was a simple logic.

Because you hated Libra as much as I did.

“You really aren’t there.”

However, that is no longer possible.

Our relationship cannot continue like that.

If you deal with Libra ‘just like’ in the past, you will only meet the ‘same’ ending.

Just like you failed to defeat Libra and were defeated.

“It won’t happen again in the future.”

I quietly closed my eyes.

“I am prepared.”

I am fully prepared.

In a lake this quiet, no, not in the world.

Now I’m alone.

* * *

The next day, Tuesday morning.

Today is a day of optional culture. It is literally cultured, so it is a bit spacious, but you cannot let your guard down. You need to get at least an A to be able to compete in the entrance exam.

“… … “Oh, I’m tired.”

But maybe it’s because I completed “Embodiment” yesterday. I’m so sleepy like crazy.

I looked up blankly at the classroom nameplate.

[Optional Liberal Arts: Ratinelle Ⅰ]

Ratinelle.

It was an advanced level culture that I didn’t want to learn even if I had to die before returning. I wanted to kill the nobles who boasted about learning and enjoying these things.

“Huh? what!”

At that time, a loud voice rang out.

When I turned around, it was Raye. She, who had dyed her hair blue, pointed at me and her eyes were wide.

“Zion, why are you here… … uh?”

I entered the classroom without saying a word.

“Are you ignoring me?”

The number of students who chose Latinelle was 37. There are only 37 out of 120 seniors.

That’s why in the classroom, there are only children from aristocratic families who are stylish and have good looks.

“Ellie! Zion is here… … all!”

Among them was also Elise.

She held a vocabulary book in one hand and glanced at me. Her expression was slightly distorted, but she shook her head without showing much regret. I guess she just doesn’t want to deal with it.

I sat anywhere.

10 o’clock came sharp, and the teacher in charge came in.

“Nice to meet you~ Seniors. “Welcome to Ratinelle class.”

Latinel Ⅰ. The teacher of this noble subject was a cultured middle-aged woman named ‘Beace’.

Even the voice is old-fashioned, so if someone asks for directions in the official language, it seems like the answer will be in 10 languages.

“Latinel, as everyone knows, is an ancient language of our continent.”

Although Ratinelle is an old language that has been reduced to a dead language for more than a thousand years, there are still many nobles who are fascinated by its difficulties and ancient mysteries.

This is the so-called ‘high-quality culture’.

Exclusive and luxurious fashion that is so difficult that most commoners are not allowed to wear it.

“Of course, it is a language that is not widely used these days. However, I can confidently say that I need to learn it even more because of that. Because Latinel is the root of all languages ​​on the continent.”

The reason why I chose these classes for the bravado of noble officers is because, of course, noble officers like them.

In other words, this language is not simply a dead language.

It is the official language of ‘nobles of all countries on the continent.’

“I believe you chose this class because you know that well, I believe.”

But there were problems from day one.

“In that respect… … “Did everyone bring their Latinel textbooks?”

It was a textbook.

“Sir. “I don’t think there’s one person~”

Someone pointed at me. I can tell from the laughing voice.

Raye Hilton. Next to him is Elise.

“There could be nothing. Please be sure to bring it with you until the next class.”

The noble lady said with a smile.

Unfortunately, I can never bring that textbook.

The Latinel textbook you announced costs 1,000 Ren per book.

What kind of gold leaf was applied to the book?

“everyone. What image comes to mind when you think of Latinel? Ancient empire? The language of the most powerful country? A romantic era when fairies, spirits, and humans played together? or not… … “A language that’s just difficult?”

I nodded.

It’s just difficult.

“Latinel is difficult. I won’t deny it. It’s too difficult. The biggest reason is that the variations of words are so diverse and sophisticated.”

You are very good at saying that there is no foundation or standard.

“Starting today, every Sunday, we will go on a trip to learn Ratinelle. The evaluation criteria is 30% each for the midterm and final exams. “Assignments to be given in each class and class participation will each account for 20%.”

Then everyone prepared to take notes. Chuk chuk chuk chuk chuk chuk chuk chuk chuk chuk (a notebook and a pencil and something like loading a bullet).

I also opened the “notepad” in my head.

“And if there is a student who I think is very exemplary and talented.”

Beace’s expression suddenly became serious.

“I will give you an invitation to ‘Sermones Aeterni.’”

At that moment, the air stiffened.

Pop! Elise was so shocked that she even broke her pencil.

Sermo, Monen?

What is that?

“ruler. So, shall we start from the first page?

Beace smiled brightly and began class in earnest.

“The title of the first chapter is Kaedeius Radeoman. It means the emperor’s man… … .”

The sound of writing sounds like white noise in my ears.

I also want to do some writing of my own on a notepad in the air.

“… … Ratinelle’s sophistication comes from here.”

My eyes keep closing.

“Kedsa means to love, and edaos means to love one another… … .”

Oh, we’re in big trouble.

I chose liberal arts for no reason.

“Anobal is a suffix that means a person born to… … .”

You’re so sleepy.