162. The special 15th dream ‘Baa Chok Kankuen’

“Brother, I have arrived home. Get some real rest now.”

A black van entered Kyuha’s luxury penthouse, which only registered people could enter.

Kyu-ha’s closed eyes opened at the sound of manager Bong-gu’s voice.

“Wow. my brother You must have been tired. Do you know that this is the first time I’ve seen you sleeping in a car?”

“I am a bit tired.”

“You must be tired. I’ve been to a few places in France and Korea over the past few weeks. If you were like a normal person, you would have shed a nosebleed, right? It’s a schedule that I can digest because I’m about the size of my older brother.”

It was true.

As [The Melody Dancing with the Waves] became a huge hit, many places were looking for Kyu-Ha here and there.

If it was a normal case, I would have declined as Stella, but,

The places to find Gyuha were all unusual places.

“Well… since the Blue House, the French government, and the Vatican were looking for him, our agency couldn’t help it either. I’m sorry to you, but a team leader has been paying attention to you lately.”

“I don’t have to be sorry… I’m going because I want to, so what?”

“One team leader thought that he was forced to go because of the company’s position, even though he was reluctant to do so. If you get to know our team leader, he’s secretly timid hahahahaha. So it’s more human though. Anyway, you worked hard. Go in and get some rest.”

“Thank you, Bong-gu. Drive safely and get in.”

Gyu-ha climbed into the elevator only after watching Bong-gu turn the car around and get out of the exit.

Beep beep beep

Entering the house after entering the front door password, Geumbi greeted Kyuha with a dignified figure at the door.

“Nyaaang.”

Geumbi approached Gyuha with a haughty gait and rubbed her head against Gyuha’s trousers.

Gyu-ha carefully caresses Geum-bi’s hair and back.

“Geumbi, were you playing alone today?”

“Nyaaaong.”

Except for going for a walk, Geumbi rarely went out these days.

He seemed to like the life of being alone, so when I tried to take him anywhere, he cried out and refused.

Thanks to this, only the children of the Bluebird nursery school, who are waiting for Geumbi, are worn out.

After feeding Geumbi a churro and taking a shower, Gyuha was ready to sleep.

“I’m sure you’re a little tired.”

Although there was little physical fatigue,

Going back and forth between France and Korea to participate in various events, the mental fatigue was considerable.

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Not long after, Kyu-ha’s eyes slowly closed as she lay down on the bed.

That’s how the 15th ‘dream’ began.

***

Strong-looking dark bronze skin.

A man whose vital parts were barely covered with tall grass and coarse cloth was standing on the hot, damp ground.

“hey. Kankuen What are you doing standing there blankly? There is no time for this.”

“uh!? uh. Oh yes. Are you going to practice?”

Kankuen.

He was the second son of the ‘Baa Chok’ family who had just come of age.

“It’s a ‘firing’ game to be played in a year. It’s a game where not only the nobles but also His Highness the King watch. Kankuen, you’re the leader, so be alert.”

‘Fishing’

It was a kind of ball game with a rubber ball, and it was also a sacred ceremony for God.

Only carefully selected sons of nobles could participate in the ‘Pichal’,

The first team to score a goal was able to win a glorious victory.

The victor was considered a family honor and could receive great honor.

Kankuen’s eyes lit up at the words of his colleague Copan.

“Of course. You have to win by any means. Not only for us, but for the honor of the family. is not it?”

“hehehehe, now you’re like the captain of Kankuen. We decided to see Kirigua near ‘El Castillo’, so let’s go quickly.”

Standing tall in the heart of the city, ‘El Castillo’ boasts its sanctity and grandeur.

It was also a temple dedicated to the snake god ‘Kukulkan’.

El Castillo was a place where mysterious shadows, like a serpent slithering down from the northern steps, were cast at sunrise.

“hey! Kankuen! Copan! Here it is!”

Kirigua, who boasts sleek muscles, welcomed Kankuen and Copan from afar.

“It’s been a while, Kirigua! I never thought I would play a ‘Fishing’ game with you. You must have practiced a lot, right?”

Kirigua confidently replied to Copan’s words.

“Of course. Can’t you see I live here on my knees? I worked really hard. Then there’s Kankuen. There’s no way you’ll lose.”

The leader, Kankuen, has already been famous in the city for his extraordinary development and motor skills since he was a child.

However, Kankuen was staring blankly at something without replying.

Copan lightly tapped Kankuen’s side.

“Kankuen, why are you always like this? What are you worried about?”

The place where Kankuen’s gaze landed was the temple of ‘Chakmol’, the god of rain, made of 1,000 pillars.

At the top of the temple, there was a stone statue of ‘Chakmol’, which was painted red.

“Gongyang is definitely… necessary, right?”

“The god who created us cut off his finger and made us humans, isn’t it natural that we should also repay him?”

It seems so natural

On the contrary, Kankuen smiled at Kopan, who tilted his head as if he didn’t understand Kankuen, who had asked such a question.

“right? ha ha ha. It’s just that I have a random thought. I guess it’s because I’m comfortable. After hard training, these thoughts will disappear.”

“Now you’re a bit like Kankuen’s captain. good! Now, the real game is not far away, so let’s do our best.”

So the three left for the practice of the ‘Fishing’ game.

a few days later

aaa!!!

A tremendous roar that pierced the eardrums.

It was the day when the sacred ball game ‘Pichal’ was held.

A vast space with a length of about 100 m and a width of about 30 m.

Stone walls towering on either side of the arena.

In the middle of the wall there was a ring of stone with a hole in the middle sticking out.

There were paintings on the walls,

a man standing with a skull ball in the middle holding a knife and a severed head;

On the opposite side was a grotesque mural with six snakes and a single flower rising from the severed neck of a kneeling man.

“Waaa”

“Kankuen!!! I have high expectations from you!!”

“Copan!! Decide to live or die!!!”

A total of six players entered the arena wearing fancy headdresses and decorations on their necks and shoulders.

“Whoa… I’m a little nervous when I’m standing in the arena.”

Looking at Copan, who was already sweating profusely, Kirigua smiled.

“What is there to be nervous about? We have Captain Kankuen.”

At Kirigua’s confident words, Copan smiled lightly as if his tension had eased a bit.

“but. As long as you have Kankuen, there is nothing to lose.”

Looking at Kankuen’s skill with the ball, it was so skillful that it could be said that he was one with the ball.

Perhaps the two of them would be able to deal with each other quite comfortably.

Kankuen, who had been silent with a firm expression, also helped out.

“If you do what you practiced, you can win. Do not worry about it.”

A ball was placed in the center of the field, and its weight was 4 kg.

The ball could only be received through the chest, waist, hips and knees.

The point of this game is to put a rubber ball into a stone hole protruding from the opposite wall.

A man jumped up from an ornately decorated chair on the highest level and raised his hand.

It was the King, Mixco Viejo.

“’Pichal’ is a necessary ritual to give the divine sun, which is sucked into the world of darkness every night, the power to rise again to brighten us up. The six warriors who participated in this sacred match are expected to fight with all their might for our god.”

“Waaa!!”

At the words of King Mixco Viejo, the citizens, including nobles, erupted in cheers.

“It announces the start of the sacred festival.”

The match has begun.

so much

“aaagh!”

The match was fierce enough to be described as desperate.

Periodically, indistinguishable shouts of spirit or scream rang through the arena.

“Heuk”

“Wake. Copan!”

The only body parts that can be used in ‘Pichal’ are the shoulders, pelvis, and knees.

In order to bounce a ball rolling on the rough stone floor with your knees or pelvis, you had to lie down and almost sweep the floor.

There was no way a body made of flesh would remain.

The floor of the arena was gradually stained with red blood, and scattered pieces of flesh lay in places like markers.

As time passed, the aspect of the game slanted.

Leader Kankuen overpowered the opponent with trick-like techniques, and eventually scored.

It was a landslide victory for the Kankuen team.

“Waaa!!!”

“Kankuen! Kankuen! Kankuen!”

“I am the messenger of God who will uphold the god of the sun!!!”

Shouts of praise for Kankuen resonated from the crowd surrounding the stadium.

“under. In the end, you won.”

“As expected, Kankuen! I thought I would win unconditionally if I had you.”

“Congratulations. You’ve got real honor. The family will really like it.”

They were Copan and Kirigua, all covered in blood, but their expressions were as bright as a child’s smile.

The celebration for the winner of ‘Pichal’ was held in the temple of ‘Chakmol’, the god of rain.

Thousands of citizens looked up at the top of the magnificent Chakmol Temple.

There stood the King of Viejo and high-ranking nobles,

On the other side, Kankuen, the representative of the winning team, was on one knee.

“We will perform sacred rites for the gods who sacrifice for us. Kankuen, representative of the winning team, raise your head.”

Kankuen cautiously raised his head towards the king.

“I sincerely congratulate you on your sacred victory, and the holy honor that everyone looks up to will be passed on to your family forever.”

“Thank you, Your Highness.”

“Stand up.”

At the king’s words, Kankuen straightened his back and stood upright.

When the King of Viejo sent a signal with his eyes, a servant cautiously approached holding a box that looked precious even at a glance.

“Kankuen, the great victor, receive divine blessings.”

At the same time as he finished speaking, King Viejo’s arm, which took something out of the box, swung toward Kancuen.

Chaaa

“Heuk/”

crying

In King Viejo’s hand was a sharp sword made of obsidian.

The blood that split Kankuen’s chest and dripped down the tip of the sword.

“Quaaagh.”

Kankuen is bleeding profusely from his cracked chest.

The king approached and put his hand through the gap and pulled out the heart.

dump.

Kankuen collapsed on the spot on his knees.

Her heart had been ripped out, but, unfortunately, her consciousness was still intact.

pounding

King Viejo placed the still beating heart of Kankuen on top of the Chakmall stone statue next to him.

Under the temple, thousands of citizens were pouring out shouts close to madness.

Afterwards, the king approached the intermittently shuddering Kankuen and struck Kankuen’s neck with a crude obsidian sword in his hand, ending the ceremony with Kankuen’s head rolling down the steps of the temple.

Kankuen’s consciousness was also cut off as his head rolled on the stairs and the dizzying vision changed.

“With this, God will forgive us and give us even more abundant weather and food.”

“Waaa!!!!”

It was a ‘Juego de Perrota’ ceremony in which the victor offered himself as a sacrifice.

***

“Cheuk.”

Kyu-ha woke up as she jumped up and grabbed her chest.

Gyu-ha pats her white neck and gulps down the cold water placed next to her.

The 15th dream, which was the shortest, ended at once.

“What is this dream again…?”

Kyuha’s anguish deepened as his whole body was drenched in sweat.