Elixir 1
The next day, after the family discipline was grandly ‘established’.
A training ground behind the Sahapwon used by the direct line of the family.
“Again! Where did you tell me to throw it, whether it was poisonous or not?”
“He said it was the center of the body.”
“Why did you tell me to throw it at the center of my body?”
“He said to throw it at the center of the body so that it can easily be avoided by aiming for places like the head or shoulder, so that it can graze you while avoiding.”
“Yes, that’s why the chest and abdomen are the best. Now, try again.”
‘Look at the straw and aim well at the center···.’
In the training ground where a huge, hundreds-of-years-old tree stood majestically in the middle, someone was diligently swinging a sword at a human-shaped straw bale.
The moment when I stretched my arm back like a rubber band and the blade just fell from my fingertips.
My older sister came running into the training room with a surprised look on her face.
“Cow, cow! This is a big problem!”
-Thud!
The scream of my older sister who came running in with a surprised face, the rain that had left my fingertips passed through the straw bale and crashed into the hollow tree behind me.
Then, the face of the great-grandfather of the Mandokshin Army suddenly distorted.
“Oh my! I told you to concentrate when throwing a sword! If this were a real fight, the enemy’s sword would have ended up right at your neck!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
‘You said you were going to hit someone far away. I just wanted to scold him for no reason···.’
I looked at my older sister who ran into the entrance, flinching at the reprimand of her grandfather, the Mandokshin Army.
Then, what came into view was my sister’s eyes, which were already big, but they had grown three times larger than usual, like the eyes of a romance comic book character.
I asked, looking at my grandfather’s expression.
“What is it, my lady?”
Then my older sister said something difficult to understand.
“Oh, our kids! Our kids are weird!”
“What! What are you guys talking about!? Do you have kids?”
At his older sister’s words, this time Mandokshin-gun’s grandfather’s eyes widened.
Who wouldn’t be surprised if their unmarried granddaughter suddenly came running in and said there were children there?
Then, when my older sister realized her mistake, she answered with a face as red as the laurel, which was my older sister’s nickname.
“That’s not it. The Wukongs. The Wukongs are weird!”
When I said mom and dad, you said our kids.
I laughed inwardly at my sister’s silly appearance and asked back.
“Are you talking about the Wukongs?”
First, I looked over my sister’s body according to her words.
To find the Wukongs that should be attached to my sister’s body.
These days, when I do physical training, it’s common to leave the Wukongs to their older sister.
This was because it was difficult to move my body when those guys were attached to me while I was practicing martial arts.
The guys eat, and I get my freedom in the meantime.
The processes have been carried out without any problems up to now.
But the invisible Wukongs.
‘Did these guys sneak into your arms?’
I thought maybe he had hidden in my sister’s arms, so I tried to look inside her collar without thinking, but my sister was startled and grabbed her collar.
My sister looked at me with a surprised look and said.
“No, they’re not here. The kids all fell!”
“You fell!?”
“And, something feels strange. What should I call it?”
My sister who can’t explain why something strange happened.
When I checked with Cheongban-O-Gong, he said that he would stay attached to his mother’s body until he shed his skin twice, so I quickly ran to the pavilion where my older sister was with my grandfather.
If something had gone wrong, it would have been a big problem.
In the middle of the pavilion where they arrived, the unmoving figures of the Wukongs came into view.
“What the heck? Why are you guys like this? You guys?”
Let’s quickly jump up onto the pavilion and examine the guys. A strange sight is revealed.
I felt like their colors had become slightly more transparent.
No, rather than being transparent, it looks like something is covered over.
It felt like I was covered in plastic, but that look made me understand what was going on.
‘Oh, what is it? It’s something you’re trying to escape from.’
Perhaps the first molt was taking place.
“Don’t be surprised. Those with hard shells like raccoons shed their shells as they grow, and it looks like they’re trying to shed their shells now.”
“You’re peeling it off?”
“Yes, probably soon···.”
I was explaining to my surprised older sister to calm her down.
The scream of a surprised older sister.
“Hey! Hey! Look over there! Head, head!”
As I turned my head at my sister’s scream, the back of one of the guys’ heads began to swell.
-Sigh.
And the back of the head opens.
Soon, Goku’s head began to emerge from the shell, as a yellow neck popped out.
Goku’s body begins to wiggle and come out.
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The guy was sloshing forward like a soul leaving his body.
When he stretched out his body, it was originally as thick as a thick sausage, but now it was as wide as his forearm.
The body of the guy who had been completely yellow was now beginning to glow white.
And the shell also feels somewhat sharper.
The creature’s body continued to expand and contract, as if trying to completely fill its shell with fluid.
“Oh. What a curious sight.”
“Really. It feels like it’s doubled in size.”
“Oh. The second guy is shedding his skin too.”
“The third child also had his head opened!”
My older sister and Mandokshin-gun’s grandfather are amazed and show reactions similar to those of watching an ecological documentary.
As the Gokus slowly emerged from their shells and began to dry their bodies, the older sister asked.
“But what are these kids’ names?”
“What’s your name?”
Come to think of it, I haven’t given it a name.
He answered, scratching his head.
“Oil, cucumber, osami?”
Then my older sister looked at me with a disappointed expression.
My sister shook her head and said.
With an expression that said it was nonsense.
“They say that when Wukong is a thousand years old, he becomes a dragon. But when he becomes a dragon, he becomes Oil, Oi, and O-sam? That’s not right. They should be given names that are more dignified and befitting of a dragon. They are the ones who will protect the Tang family for the next thousand years.”
“No, my lady, even if the Wukongs lived for a thousand years, there’s no way they could become dragons…”
My older sister believes that if Goku lives for a thousand years, he will become a dragon.
It was as if this was something an elementary school student would say, believing that Santa Claus is alive. When I told her that this was absolutely absurd, my older sister asked for help from Grandpa Mandokshin-gun, who was sitting next to her.
“If you know about the poison of the Little Dragon and Little Abyss, how can you not know that? It is said that Wukong becomes a dragon after a thousand years. Isn’t that right, Grandfather?”
Then, Mandokshin-gun’s grandfather nodded his head.
No matter how pretty my older sister is, I thought I would have to see my grandfather again.
Christmas is something that we protect for the sake of our children’s innocence until they reach elementary school, but now that you’re twenty, it’s time to give you the red pill and make you realize the reality.
“Ah, then, the thousand-year-old Wukong becomes a dragon, so isn’t that why Wukong is also called the Heavenly Dragon?”
‘Well, what would I say to these people?’
Come to think of it, what on earth would you talk about with people who don’t even have a concept of biological taxonomy?
For those of you who know that spiders and scorpions are different animals.
Soon after, my older sister and grandfather started arbitrarily naming other people’s companion animals.
“How about something like Geum-hu (金后), Geum-je (金帝), Geum-sang (金相)? In the Tang dynasty, the most precious things are marked with the character gold, so they are called Geum-bit-hu, Je, and Sang.”
‘Should we call the kids ‘Geumphoo’, ‘Geumpje’, and ‘Geumpsang’?’
My older sister’s naming sense is more serious than mine.
The Wukongs must have thought so too, because even while drying their bodies, they raised their heads and looked at their older sister.
Surely, if they had mouths, they would have told me this nonsense.
First of all, leaving everything else aside, our Wukong is female.
I reminded my older sister of that fact first.
“Madam, all those children are females, women.”
“Yes!? All three?”
“yes.”
“Then, what should we do···.”
In the end, I decided to finalize the names of the children before my sister showed off her worst naming sense.
“Just call them Cho (初), Hyang (香), and Bin (彬).”
“Cho, incense, beans?”
“The one with the long tentacles is called Cho, which means first. The one with the tentacles that keep moving is called Hyang, which means fragrance. The third one is called Bin, which means light. Its shell is shinier than the others.”
My older sister poked her cheek with her index finger, looked thoughtful for a while, and then nodded.
“Yeah. Well… the kids’ names are given by their fathers.”
“yes?”
Grandfather looked dumbfounded at his sister’s words.
***
Usually, when a raccoon sheds its skin, it eats it, but the raccoons had no interest in their skin.
Looking at the way he turns his head even when I stick it out in front of his mouth, it seems like he’s really growing with energy and deception.
That’s why there are three shells of Wukong left.
Three transparent, slightly yellowish shells were left on the floor of the pavilion.
The shells of Goku have become wrinkled like socks that the children have taken off to escape.
I was thinking that I should spread it out and make it look like a pretty stuffed animal.
-Bang!
“What is this!?”
“It’s a precious thing.”
A strange sound is heard as the Mandokshin-gun grandfather lifts one of the shells and strikes it with his dagger.
A sound like metal hitting metal could be heard from Goku’s shell.
“The shell of the fish caught in Haenam Island was also hard, and this one is no exception. It won’t even get scratched by most weapons.”
I didn’t know that Goku was so soft, but I didn’t know that he had such a secret hidden inside.
As I was picking up the fallen shells and looking at them here and there, my grandfather looked at the shell he was holding for a while, thinking of something, then he brought it out and touched it to my arm.
It was as if he was trying to make her wear something custom-made.
Then he nodded and said.
“I guess I should make a fist with this. If I tie the legs together, it looks like it’ll make a nice fist.”
“Are you talking about the armor!?”
“Yes, it would be nice to make a gauntlet that is just the length of the wrist and protects from the elbow to the back of the hand. If you put your head on the back of the hand, you could put poison on these teeth and stab them. That would be great.”
‘Huh! A fox skin gauntlet! It has teeth on the back of its hand!? Isn’t that a total fox man?’
Grandpa Mandokshin, who conceptualizes and explains the most amazing designs.
From the moment I first saw him, I thought he was a different old man, but he was someone who understood men’s romantic ideals very well.
“Is that really possible?”
My sister smiled as she texted me again, asking if it was really possible, if it was really true.
“The skills of our Tang dynasty’s blacksmiths are truly outstanding. They make needles as thick as a hair and various other magical weapons.
So, maybe we can make a shield out of the skins of these children, just like Grandfather said.”
“Ugh!”
I thought they were a legendary family of assassins in the Central Plains, but this Sacheondang family really wasn’t that bad.
Should we say that this is a family that knows something romantic?
Then, just as I was thinking about making two of them into armor and stuffing one, my grandfather’s voice followed.
“I should make the remaining one a Hwa-eun Su-tu (handbag). This is soft on the inside and hard on the outside, so it will be the icing on the cake to protect your hands from dark weapons.”
No, I wanted to leave one as a record of my breeding, but my grandfather said he would make gloves for my sister with the remaining molted skin.
As I looked at him with startled eyes, my grandfather smirked and asked.
“Why? Is it a waste?”
My sister looked at me with an expression that said, “How could that be?” in response to my grandfather’s question.
I quickly shook my head.
“Sir, no way. How could that be?”
I said no, but honestly, I felt a little sorry.
***
As the day went by, the Wukongs began to crawl up onto the body.
It didn’t seem like his body was completely frozen yet, but he seemed to be able to move quite a bit.
The only difference after molting was that after the first molt, the Wukongs had completely taken on the appearance of a fox.
The civet is a homomorphic animal that grows without adding more segments and remains in its original form at birth.
However, the first ones that were born were somewhat round and resembled songbirds, but now they were flatter and had harder feet and shells.
Now the perfect raccoon.
It definitely felt heavier than before, perhaps because I had gained some weight.
“Wow, you guys got heavy.”
-Tsrrrr.
When I joked that I was heavy, the Wukongs sounded an alarm, saying that they, too, had become heavy because they were young ladies.
The guys who were flatter than before started looking for a different spot from their previous spot.
Previously attached to the torso, the now flat and slightly longer ones each wrapped around both arms.
And the one remaining guy took his place by wrapping his arms around his waist.
The tips of the legs were sharp, so it felt a little tingly every time I moved, and I was passing in front of the guys while wrapping them around them to get used to their weight and size.
“Hehehe. See? What did I say!?”
“As expected, it’s Sacheondangmun. Let’s go to Giru today!”
Two men, who looked like older brothers from the front of Gaju, headed down the mountain with excited expressions.
Holding the clanking sac in my hand gave me the feeling that I had hit the jackpot.
Just when I thought that even though this was a family of assassins, these people did not fit in here, the craftsman’s voice was heard from inside the house.
“Go and bring me some dragonflies.”
A voice tells me to call you.
‘What’s going on?’
