Seoul Object Story

The button-eyed Blue Rapers were flying through the sky on broomsticks.

Realizing that there were many things they could do with the blue reaper doll costumes, it suddenly became popular among the mini reapers.

However, their actions were quite different from what the real Blue Reapers would do.

Instead of sitting quietly on the broomsticks and flying around, they climbed on top of them like they were snowboarding and flew around looking like that.

At the same time, the button-eyed blue reapers were also enjoying a wild game that the real blue grim reapers would never do.

A game similar to jousting.

Each blue reaper doll costume would make a large shield and spear and charge at each other head-on.

A large number of button-eyed blue reapers were flying at high speed on their broomsticks, stabbing their spears at their opponents.

Boom-!

The sound of shields and spears clashing continued to resonate in the sky. And every time that sound rang out, the defeated button-eyed blue reapers would fall from the sky.

To me, it seemed like a game where the outcome was determined purely by luck at the moment of collision, but would it still be fun if they kept doing that?

Mom, let’s play!

At that moment, a 1m tall button-eyed blue reaper next to me pushed a large doll costume toward me and asked me to play with it. I didn’t know what mini Reaper was inside the other button-eyed reaper costumes, but I knew who that 1m-sized one was. It should be a bunch of Black Reapers.

As I received the doll costume that was my size, I thought to myself.

If it was a game determined by luck, wouldn’t I have a higher chance of winning?

I was confident in my luck.

If it wasn’t against the orange reaper who could manipulate odds, I was confident that I could win against other Reapers in the battle of luck.

Okay, let’s do it!

When I received the doll costume and said, “Let’s do it,” the button-eyed blue reaper raised both hands and cheered happily.

There were many other mini reapers, so why was it so eager to play with me?

As I put on the doll costumes, a stuffy feeling started to creep up on me. I thought the doll costumes would be okay unlike when I had to wear other clothes, but it wasn’t the case at all.

Still, I felt a little peculiar. I felt that the things I could do were increasing. And true to my feeling, I could move water to shapes and use magic by writing characters in the air.

The Black Reaper, who was waiting for me to put on the doll costumes, stood on the broom and couldn’t hide its excitement. And then, together with me, it flew into the sky on a broom made of water.

As I stepped on the broom at a moderate height and faced the Black Reaper in a blue reaper costume with a spear and shield in my hands, I felt like I had made a big mistake.

This is hard!

Did everyone fly around like this on such a thin broom?

The spear and shield made of water were heavier than I thought, and it wasn’t easy to keep my balance on the thin stick.

As I staggered on the broom, the giant button-eyed blue reaper facing me smiled bashfully.

It was a smile that expressed just how happy it was to play with me.

But I gritted my teeth and took a stance.

I’m going to win this time!

As I waited with that determination, I heard the sound of water drops bursting.

It was the starting signal.

Then, I fell off the broom at the same time as the collision, and fell to the ground.

Mom, let’s do it again!

Before I knew it, the guy had come next to me, giggling as if it was having fun.

This thing had nothing to do with luck!

It was a game where athleticism was important!

The moment I stabbed my opponent with my spear, I realized that this game had nothing to do with luck.

The movement of the shield that deflected my spear blade skillfully.

The movement deflected the shock caused by the clash of the spear and shield skillfully on that narrow broom.

With such a huge skill gap, I fell miserably from the air.

What was even more annoying was that I tried my best to win, but the Black Reaper was just enjoying it regardless of whether it won or lost.

It was really apparent just by looking at it flying over me and saying, ‘Mom, you’re weak!’

When I took off the stuffy doll costume and told it that I wasn’t going to play with it anymore, the Black Reaper made a very gloomy expression.

Hiing-!

It then let out a sad cry and slowly collapsed.

Melting like a slime, the Black Reaper flowed out from inside the doll costumes.

I should never do a broomstick jousting contest again.

I was stuffing a white Hungry Ghost into my mouth and eating it to vent my anger when I saw a Black Reaper running towards me from afar with a surprised expression.

Mom! Mom’s eyes!

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The words I heard were difficult for even I, a Mini Reaper language understanding master, to understand.