[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 227

“I’m worried my body might break before I can even trust it. Phew, I’ll bring the staff technique teacher first.”

“Take care.”

“Oh, right. Haetnimu picked out a few outfits for you. I left them out, so try them on. They’re all yellow and seem like they’d suit you well.”

“Thank you.”

As I wave to Haetnimu and step outside, the stares come again.

“Staff technique teacher!”

Ding!

As I place my hand on the invitation, the world changes in the blink of an eye.

Creak.

“Wow, what a slacker.”

I see Son Goku lying sideways, chewing on Choco Snack while reading a comic book.

“Why the nagging as soon as I arrive? Did you come to train?”

“Did I? Look at my leg.”

“Huh?”

Son Goku’s face lights up with laughter as he sees my trembling leg.

“Hahaha! Did you eat something bad?”

“It’s Hercules, what else.”

“How ignorant.”

He shakes his head side to side, but his eyes stay glued to the comic book.

“The iron staff my master gave me is even more ridiculous, you know?”

“That’s not ridiculous, that’s cool. How awesome is that?”

I can’t help but feel proud that he still loves the Ruyi Jingu Bang I gave him.

“Ugh, whatever. Let’s go.”

“Where?”

“Weren’t you watching?”

“You were reading a comic book.”

“I feel like giving you a chestnut.”

Even in this situation, he chuckles while reading the comic.

He’s a bit crazy, but his personality is so different from the diligent Hercules that it’s almost polar opposite.

“In the next chapter, the main character…”

“Ahhh! Why! Why!!”

Son Goku jumps up and shoves his face close to mine.

“Stop eating snacks and eat a proper meal, you idiot.”

“Meal?”

Son Goku pats his stomach and quickly nods.

“I like the meals you make.”

“Let’s go.”

“How?”

As I set the coordinates to the tent entrance and open the space, Son Goku leans in again, just like before.

True to his curious nature, he has to see everything for himself.

“It’s the same space you always open.”

“Stay inside. I’ll come down and join you.”

“Alright.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Son Goku strides confidently into the space.

Creak, creak.

“Phew—”

After Son Goku disappears, I slowly look around. This place doesn’t seem like somewhere you can live with a sane mind.

At least his personality makes it somewhat bearable.

“Sigh—”

The cigarette smoke I exhaled rises through the pile of rocks into the sky.

Lately, my mouth feels even drier.

Click.

After putting out the barely-smoked cigarette, I place my hand on the invitation, and the world changes again.

***

As I step into the tent, I see Son Goku almost halfway into battle mode.

“Why are you gearing up for a fight? Can’t you stop?”

Son Goku turns to me in a panic, his eyes wide as if they might pop out.

“That, that, that, that…!”

“What are you talking about?”

Son Goku stammers unusually.

“Why is that crazy angel here!”

“What are you saying? She lives here, so of course she’s here.”

As I kindly answer, he hides behind me at a speed that could rival instant teleportation.

I turn around to see Son Goku crouching as much as possible.

“You’re not a pheasant hiding its head in the grass. Where do you think you’re hiding behind me?”

“Just a little…”

“What do you mean ‘just a little’? Were you really not watching me because you were reading a comic? We entered the tent together, you know.”

“No, no, it was just an interesting part…”

“Quickly….”

*Clunk.*

At that moment, Hercules, who was sightseeing outside, opens the door and walks in.

“Hey, why is that war-crazed lunatic here?!”

“Ugh, seriously. Why are you yelling? I came to eat. You two better get along.”

“Nice to meet you, Great Sage Equal to Heaven. I’ve heard so much about your strength that my ears are calloused. I’ve always wanted to fight you at least once. This works out great.”

Watching the two talk, I can’t help but facepalm.

“Hercules, why do you always make things bigger? Get along. No fighting here.”

“Hmm, is that so? My bad. I’ll try to get along.”

“KYAAAAH!!”

As Hercules extends his thick hand first, Son Goku starts freaking out.

I can’t help but sigh.

“Ugh, I’m going crazy. Why are you pulling your hair out?”

“AAAH!!”

As chaos unfolds in real-time, something massive bends deeply at the waist and enters through the door Hercules left open.

Son Goku seems to notice it too and suddenly goes quiet.

“….What’s that now? The Demon King?”

“Why are you like this to our kid? You’re going to be responsible if their self-esteem drops, you know?”

Since maintaining the summon doesn’t drain any energy, I forgot to reverse-summon it.

“Bull****…. I need to get out of here.”

“If you leave, I’ll confiscate your Choco Snacks, Master.”

“Why are you like this to me, you crazy peach?”

A rabbit, an angel, Son Goku, Hercules, an undead that looks like it crawled out of hell, and even Crimson Knight. Even I feel a bit overwhelmed.

Wherever I go, it’s always battle maniacs and troublemakers, and even the lunatics call Son Goku a nutcase. If he’s like this, the team must not be normal.

“Give up.”

Finally, Son Goku seems to give up, rubbing the back of his neck and bowing his head deeply.

“Master, do you have high blood pressure?”

*Ding!*

**〈Massage〉**

“High blood pressure is the root of all diseases. Sit down, let me rub your shoulders.”

As I slowly massage Son Goku’s shoulders, his face starts to relax.

“Have you ever thought that maybe *you’re* the root of all diseases?”

“Huh, is that so?”

“Ughhh.”

As I add a bit more pressure, a weak sound escapes Son Goku’s mouth.

“Feels good, right?”

“Yeah, feels good.”

Despite the short answer, he looks incredibly satisfied.

*Thud!*

“What now!”

Son Goku, who was groaning, suddenly opens his eyes wide and looks around.

Tracing the source of the sound, it seems Crimson Knight slammed his knee down hard.

[Crimson Knight is performing the Knight’s Oath]

“You did that last time. Doing it again?”

*Groooowwl—*

“Yeah, good boy. Take care.”

As I get closer and pat his head, he slowly straightens up, looking satisfied.

Guess this guy wanted to join in too.

But he’s so big, it seems like he can’t stand properly unless he’s outside.

“Hmm. You look strong. I want to fight you.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

Hercules and a half-resigned Son Goku suddenly start a review session.

“Stay put. I’ll call you later.”

*Groooowwl—*

*Snap!*

With a finger snap, he turns into smoke and disappears.

“Cute.”

“……?”

“……?”

“What, man. Don’t wanna eat?”

“I was just admiring how great you are.”

“Me too.”

Suddenly, the two lock eyes and nod.

“Now go play outside while I cook.”

“I’m not going.”

“Alright.”

The divine beings, full of competitive spirit…

I think it would be fun to connect your game console and let them play with it.

But for now, food comes first.

Since it’s my first housewarming party, I plan to put as much effort into the food as possible.

“Baekseol is outside playing with the uncles too.”

“Let’s join them!”

“Will you help?”

“Yes!”

She stomps the ground with her front paws and wiggles her body, just like she does when she’s excited.

Being a rabbit who loves people, she seems naturally thrilled with the lively house.

“If you soak the vegetables in cold water, the texture gets way better.”

“Yes!”

“If Baekseol cools them down, I’ll make a delicious vegetable salad with them.”

“Magic!”

“Exactly, use magic to make some round ice cubes for me. Please.”

“Exciting!”

***

Son Goku and Hercules step outside the yard and stand side by side, gazing at the forest scenery.

“Nice place.”

“Agreed. It’s much better than where I used to be.”

“Hmm… So, Great Sage, where were you before?”

At Hercules’ unusually cautious question, Son Goku chuckles and answers casually.

“Near a big mountain, with some ruined buildings.”

Seeing Son Goku’s smiling face, Hercules feels a strange sense of camaraderie instead of his usual competitive spirit.

“Sounds boring. My place was boring too. Almost drove me crazy.”

“Same here. But there was nowhere else to go.”

“True. But I can’t remember why I was there in the first place.”

Son Goku’s eyes widen at Hercules’ response.

“Same. I can’t remember the journey that led me there either.”

—Click, click.

“Phew—”

Son Goku pulls out two cigarettes, lights them, and hands one to Hercules.

Normally, Hercules would’ve refused, thinking of his health.

But without thinking, he reaches out and takes it.

“That kid, Ga-eul, gave me this. She handed me my first cigarette like this too.”

“Phew— Really? It’s good stuff.”

“Hahaha. Right? It’s even better with someone to chat with.”

“If you like it so much, why not just live here?”

The two divine beings, puffing away, turn their heads so fast you’d think their necks would crack.

Despite their sharp senses, they hadn’t noticed the angel with golden eyes standing behind them, staring intently.

“What the hell…?”

Son Goku quickly gathers his strength and takes a fighting stance, startled by the angel who appeared out of nowhere.

But a large hand swiftly blocks him.

“What’s the matter, Ariel?”

“I said, if you like it so much, why not just live here?”

“This is Ga-eul’s land. Even as divine beings, we can’t just intrude as we please.”

At Hercules’ words, Son Goku nods in agreement.

“Ga-eul may seem tough, but she actually loves taking care of others.”

Memories of their brief encounter with Han Ga-eul flash through their minds.

Come to think of it, the moment they met, she observed them closely, fed them a ton of delicious food, and gave them things they liked.

“Why are you so scared? Just go ask her. She won’t mistreat you. She’s just a bit sharp-tongued.”

After a brief moment of hesitation, the two divine beings sneakily open the door to the house and peek inside.

There, a pink-haired girl is busy cooking, breathing heavily.

Beside her, a tiny white rabbit is also…

Whether it’s because they’re busy, they’re bustling around in sync.

Watching the kitchen knife move so fast that the hands are invisible, Son Goku falls into deep thought, wondering if he should have taught sword work instead of staff technique.

Seeing this, the two divine beings, who were also pondering, exchange glances and nod their heads.

“Disciple!”

“Why, man? I’m busy, I’m making food for you guys.”

“Uh, uh…”

“If you’re bored, come and help.”

“Uh, by any chance… Can we two live here too?”

“Sure. There’s one room left, so you two can sleep together.”

The quick approval makes their earlier worries seem pointless.

“I’d rather die than do that.”

Hercules, who was sticking his neck out next to them, vigorously shakes his head.

“I spent all my money assembling skeletons, so I have no gold left. I can’t expand the room, so let’s hold hands and sleep together.”

The faces of the two divine beings crumple like pieces of tissue paper in an instant.

“Ah, I said no!”

“Guys, there’s no room, okay? Or wait until I earn some money. Just hold on until then.”

With Han Ga-eul’s final words, the two pull their faces back from the door and exchange glances again.

They don’t need to speak to understand each other.

As they communicate with their eyes, Ariel, who was in the yard, approaches.

“Then why don’t you build a house nearby?”

“Maybe it’s because I’ve been alone for so long, but sleeping together is uncomfortable.”

“Same here. That’s why I really want to build a house…”

Hercules’ thick hand points to the barrier covering the entire house beyond the yard.

“I’ll deactivate the barrier, so go out, level the ground, and build the house.”

“You’re going to deactivate that? It’s not a matter of hardness; it looks like a domain of power to me.”

“Good eye, Great Sage. That is indeed a domain of power.”

Ignoring their doubts, Ariel slowly walks closer to the barrier.

As Ariel lightly taps the barrier with her finger, a small ripple forms, and soon the barrier begins to sway like a wave.

Then, without a moment to stop it, the barrier shatters instantly.

Clang!

“Is it done?”

“Hmm.”

“As expected, a brilliant ash color…”

“Son Goku.”

Ariel’s calm voice firmly cuts off Son Goku’s words.

“Be careful not to let those words reach Han Ga-eul’s ears. If you blabber, I’ll cut your throat.”

“If you want to live long, keeping your mouth shut is also a way.”

“…”

“Your knowledge has grown.”

Is it that the meddling sister-in-law is more annoying? Son Goku glares at Hercules, who had the last word.