The adults in our village were, by and large, notorious for their exaggerations. They called them "adventure tales," but to me, they were nothing more than tall tales. “With these fists, I could summon a typhoon, you know?” He’d say things like that, yet he’d never once demonstrated proper martial arts in front of me. “Just r...
The adults in our village were, by and large, notorious for their exaggerations. They called them "adventure tales," but to me, they were nothing more than tall tales. “With these fists, I could summon a typhoon, you know?” He’d say things like that, yet he’d never once demonstrated proper martial arts in front of me. “Just recently, I personally witnessed the defeat of the Demon King.” Unlike the boastful tales, the bulky old man’s actual exploits were fairly underwhelming. At best, he’d occasionally chase away what he claimed to be a Demon King. Sure, they had horns on their heads, wings sprouting from their backs, menacing faces, hulking bodies, and glowing red eyes. But considering that these "Demon Kings" were subdued and chased off by the bulky old man, they were probably just overgr
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