[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 197

“This heavy thing is totally my style. Thanks, monkey.”

“Give it to me.”

Son Goku, who was blankly staring at the pillar that had been pulled out so pointlessly, muttered so quietly it was almost inaudible.

“What did you say?”

“……”

When I stared straight at Son Goku’s face, he subtly turned his head.

Guess he’s embarrassed even after saying it himself.

“Wow, you’re really something, Shin Jwa. Crazy.”

“……”

Son Goku’s face turns so red it looks like it might catch fire.

—Sss, sss.

“Whew—”

“No idea how you pulled it out, but you can’t even swing it……”

Whoosh—!!

“Ahhh!!”

When I swung the Ruyi Jingu Bang horizontally, Son Goku quickly bent his back.

Just swinging the iron club made a sound so sharp it felt like my eardrums would burst.

“W-what the hell! Do you even know what that’s made of to swing it like that?!”

“Isn’t it made of Shinjin Cheol?”

“How……?”

If they’re divine beings, you’d expect their actions and speech to be more refined, but there’s not a single thing about them that isn’t reckless.

It’s a good thing Son Goku’s playful personality actually works in my favor.

“But you still shouldn’t swing it like that!”

“You’re the one who swung it like crazy and ruined its durability, and now you’re yelling at me.”

“……”

The look in Son Goku’s eyes, which had been panicking, gradually changes.

“You’re not solving this with strength, are you?”

“……What do you take me for? I may look like this, but I completed the Journey to the West and earned the title of Buddha, the Victorious Fighting Buddha.”

“Really? That’s cool, Buddha. Then I’ll make good use of this.”

“W-wait!!”

“What now.”

Sweat is pouring down Son Goku’s face. He must really cherish the Ruyi Jingu Bang.

“You can’t even use staff techniques anyway. That’s not something a human can handle.”

“True, but then teach me a little.”

“Why should I?”

Son Goku, who had been panicking the whole time, suddenly smiles subtly.

“Like this?”

Whoosh—!!!

“Ahhh!!!”

Crash!!!

The hard ground is crushed and shattered.

This is beyond a blunt weapon—it’s a super-massive weapon.

“If you handle it like that, the Ruyi Jingu Bang will break within a hundred years!”

“A hundred years?”

If it can last a hundred years with only 3% durability left, I can’t even imagine how Son Goku has been handling it all this time.

“Sniff sniff, how many years of peninsula did you eat to become like that as a human?”

“If a monkey can do it, why can’t a human?”

“Really…… Meeting you in person makes me want to punch your face.”

“Everyone says that. It’s inevitable after hanging out with my kids.”

“Sigh.”

Son Goku sighs and rubs his face repeatedly with his palm.

“Anyway, it only has 3% durability left. Consider it passed down to your disciple.”

“……Who said anything about being a disciple? And how do you know such an exact number?”

“You’re really stingy, huh.”

Typical Son Goku, always nitpicking.

Ding!

“Here.”

I throw the item I took out of the storage space to Son Goku, who was staring at the ground, and he catches it without even looking.

“What is it.”

“You like that, don’t you?”

Son Goku, who turned his gaze to the item in his hand, makes a shocked expression.

“……Huh!? Choco Snack!”

“I thought you’d like it…… Where’d it go?”

“Huh? It’s all gone.”

“Finish eating before you talk.”

He stuffs the whole bag of snacks into his mouth in one go and starts chewing.

Is he really a monkey? His cheek pouches are bulging.

“Delicious!!”

“Ugh, it’s splattering.”

He moves his mouth vigorously and reaches his hand out to me.

“What.”

“Give me more.”

“I just gave you some. Did you already finish it?”

“Yes.”

I take out another snack from the space and hand it over, and he smiles like a child.

“Ahh─”

He immediately shoves it in.

“Here.”

His cheeks puffing out, he takes the snack again.

It’s a tiny stick snack with a big chunk of chocolate on it, looking like an umbrella.

“Ahh─”

“Here.”

“Ahh─”

“Here.”

“Ahh─”

“Here.”

“·····Ugh.”

“Eat more, why? I was curious if monkeys could get diabetes too.”

Son Goku shakes his head rapidly from side to side.

“Hey, hey, ahhh.”

“Geez, really. Finish eating before you talk.”

Gulp.

“Where did you get this?”

“From the space.”

“Oh ho. I wanted to eat it so much, but now I think I won’t need to eat it for 100 years.”

Everything is 100 years with him. Our sense of time seems very different.

“Ah, I’m so satisfied.”

“While you’re at it, teach me some staff techniques.”

Son Goku, sprawled on the floor patting his belly, suddenly turns his head.

“Hmph.”

“Ugh. You’re the one who told me to take it. Stingy monkey.”

“Hmph.”

“Do you know how famous Son Goku is among humans? Every time I hear stories about you causing chaos in the heavens, it’s like, wow!”

“Hmm····.”

It looks easier than I thought.

“Since I was little, I’ve dreamed of becoming like Son Goku.”

“Hmm.”

“To the invincible Son Goku, who has become a true divine being, this little iron club might be unnecessary, but I can say I’ve achieved my dream.”

“Hehe.”

“To inherit the weapon of the revered Son Goku. Sigh···· It feels like a dream.”

“Really?”

“Of course, of course. I heard that my hero, Son Goku, loves Choco Snacks, so I brought a whole bunch.”

Whoosh.

When I open the space, snacks pour out like crazy.

They’re the snacks I swept up like I was hoarding at the mart.

“Wow!”

“Here, Son Goku. It’s a gift from my heart. Don’t feel burdened, just take it.”

“You, you know a thing or two, huh?”

“Of course, of course.”

─Click, click.

“Whew─ Son Goku, want to smoke a cigarette?”

“Puhaha. Sure, sure.”

I take out another cigarette, light it, and hand it over, and he happily takes it.

“Whew─”

Whether they’re trapped or here by choice, the common denominator among divine beings is that they’re thirsty for something.

“Here, Son Goku.”

The crazy monkey takes out twenty cigarettes at once and lights them all.

“Whaaa───”

“Wow! Our Son Goku smokes cigarettes so coolly.”

“Puhaha! Right?”

“Really, so cool.”

“Hahaha!”

Son Goku, holding a bunch of cigarettes in his hand, takes a few steps forward and blows smoke.

The ridiculous sight of Son Goku smoking somehow looks a bit sad.

“Ta-da.”

Suddenly, Son Goku turns around, and there’s a cigarette stuck in his nostril.

“Crazy guy.”

“Kehaha.”

Ding!

“Son Goku. Want to try this too?”

“Huh? What’s this?”

“A game console.”

Son Goku takes the game console and starts fiddling with it without asking any questions.

I thought I’d explain if he got stuck, but he just keeps going.

After fidgeting around, I suddenly found myself playing a game.

Though his actions are playful, Shin Jwa is still Shin Jwa.

I couldn’t see it, but he must possess immense martial power. According to legend, Son Goku started as a weak monkey.

Son Goku wasn’t born strong, so to gain such power, he must be incredibly smart—way beyond just being clever.

“You’re good at this even though I didn’t teach you?”

“Piece of cake. But this is way too fun.”

He’s not even looking this way, just mumbling to himself while gripping the game controller.

His comprehension and adaptability are far beyond human levels.

“Teacher Son, can you teach me some staff techniques?”

“······.”

“Can’t you keep doing it without a power source?”

“What?!”

Facing Son Goku’s sharp glare, my whole body froze.

“Ugh!”

“Ah, sorry······.”

With an honest apology, my body instantly relaxed as if nothing had happened.

“Whew, it’s fine. I’ll give you a rechargeable item, so can you teach me some staff techniques?”

“Hmm. Sure, why not. I already passed down the Ruyi Jingu Bang to you, so I’ll teach you the basics.”

Son Goku, who had put down the game controller after a brief thought, walked closer.

“Really?”

“What do you take me for? Let’s go.”

“Huh?”

*Whoosh!!*

The moment Son Goku grabbed my arm, the scenery before my eyes blurred like clouds covering the sky, and my vision smeared like watercolor paint.

“Ahhh!!”

“We’re here.”

“W-what the······.”

Before the short scream from being grabbed even ended, we were already on top of a high mountain peak.

Even if it were teleportation, it would’ve taken longer than this. How is this possible in less than a second?

“Baekseol, you okay?”

“Excited!”

What a fearless rabbit.

“Your friend’s having fun. You’re more of a drama queen than I thought.”

“You call this being dramatic······?”

I don’t know how he did it, but it seems Son Goku protected me. Otherwise, my whole body would’ve been torn apart.

The land below looks impossibly far away. If we started from there, the speed is beyond words.

“Wait, how did you understand what Baekseol said?”

“Huh? I heard her because she spoke. What are you talking about?”

The voice coming from my throat suddenly felt stuck.

This is the first time anyone’s heard Baekseol’s voice.

“Is it because you’re a monkey······?”

“Stop talking nonsense. Hand over the Ruyi Jingu Bang.”

“Uh, uh······.”

I wondered if it was okay since the owner changed, but it seems fine as long as I allow it.

The moment Son Goku held the Ruyi Jingu Bang, his expression turned serious in an instant.

“Listen carefully. Spear techniques, halberd techniques, and staff techniques follow the same path. There’s not much difference in weapon techniques. Some people even call spear techniques halberd techniques.”

“Okay.”

“The most basic is ‘Ran.’ It’s a swing from the inside out. Staff techniques are about offense and defense in one.”

I didn’t understand, but I nodded anyway, and Son Goku flashed a mischievous smile.

“Second is ‘Na.’ The opposite of Ran. From the outside in.”

Son Goku demonstrated slowly, like a turtle crawling.

“Third is ‘Chal.’ Unlike Ran and Na, which combine offense and defense, this one leans more toward offense.”

“Can’t it be used for defense?”

“It can. The foundation of staff techniques is flexibility.”

Swinging from the inside out, then back in, Son Goku lightly thrust the staff at the end.

The hand holding the staff remained relaxed, but the tip of the staff shook wildly.

If it were a steel rod of that weight, it would’ve…

Just hitting it will make your body explode. It’s more efficient than you think.

“If you use the thrust deeply, you grab the end of the staff and add rotation to stab it in.”

Listening to the explanation, it seemed like the monkey in front of me was treating the Ruyi Jingu Bang in his hand like a tree branch.

Seeing him swing around an 8-ton iron club, it didn’t seem like a wrong idea.

“Brother Son, are you serious? Not only do you have to withstand that weight and hold it at the end to stab, but you also have to add rotation?”

“Huh? Haha. It’s been a while since I heard that title. I missed it.”

I didn’t mean to make him nostalgic, but he still doesn’t get it.

“Can’t you show me quickly?”

“Sure. Watch closely, this is the thrust.”

He still seems to want to teach me properly, so he prepares his movements slowly like a turtle.

“Don’t just use your arms. Use your shoulders and waist too.”

“Yes.”

“Watch carefully. If you use a spear, it’s a spear thrust; if you use a staff, it’s a staff thrust; if you use a club, it’s a club thrust.”

“Thrust.”

Son Goku grabs the end of the Ruyi Jingu Bang and stabs it into the air.

In an instant, a thrust beyond human understanding and perception unfolds.

─KWA-GA-GA-GA-GAK!!!!

“·····This is insane, you said it was basic.”

It feels like my sense of perspective has been shattered.

A huge hole has been punched through the mountain range that was so far away it was barely visible.

My body feels like it can’t accept reality due to the overwhelming sense of disparity.

“I’ll show you one more time at your level. Try to do at least this much at first.”

As Son Goku lightly stabs the Ruyi Jingu Bang towards the ground, another hole is punched through with a sonic boom.

“This is how you handle the Ruyi Jingu Bang.”

“What do you mean ‘handle,’ you crazy monkey.”

He looks at me like there’s no problem, even though I asked him to teach me.

“Next, I’ll teach you ‘Mu-hwa’ and ‘Wall.'”

At times like this, you need to give him a sharp remark to snap him back to reality.

“Got it, Master.”