"What do you mean by someone like me? Personality?
"It's very similar that I couldn't find any talent."
Chung-Myung smiled and shrugged.
"He's timid, he's not talented in swords."
"Mupa is that kind of place. It's a place where everyone's busy showing off their strength. As a result, I was hit by a personality-like death penalty. Even if it's not bullying."
"It's not Mufara, it's just that the executioner is a jerk."
"You son of a b*tc*..."
It felt like Chung-Myung was shaking, but Baek Sang tilted his head as if he didn't know what to say.
Chung-Myung coughed again and continued.
"That's what it is to be less talented. Even if I try the same time, others are ahead, but I'm the only one who lags behind. I think he felt that way, too."
Baek Sang nodded quietly.
That's exactly what he's feeling right now.
Not to the point of deprivation. However, I can't help feeling sorry and empty.
"I was born weak, and others had to understand only through their brains what they were doing with their bodies. If you were a normal person, you would have given up again and again. So what do you think he did?"
"…...you tried? You tried your best to get over it?"
Chung-Myung shook his head.
"I just held on."
"100 days, 1,000 days, 10,000 days," he did what he had to do for so many years, and he just stood by. And decades later, no one could ignore him. He was one of the most important people in the clique then."
Baek Sang frowned.
"Even though it's not strong?"
"Why do I have to be strong?"
Chung-Myung tilts his head.
"Of course, I'm not saying you should give up on being strong. But strength doesn't prove his usefulness. Is Elder Hyun Young unnecessary for Hwasan?"
"There's no way."
"Yeah, you know. What makes you think so?"
Baek Sang bit his lower lip slightly.
Looking at him like that, Chung-Myung gave a subtle look.
"Do you want me to say something nice to hear? People's talents are all different, so if you keep trying, you may one day overtake others who seem to be full of talent. Private lodging is very atmospheric."
"What the f*ck?"
Baek Sang began to tremble, but Chung-Myung only shrugged at his reaction.
"I told you, it's a good thing to hear. This may be true, and it may not be true. But does that matter?"
"Everyone in the world wants to be the best. So the lives of those who didn't become the world's best are worthless?"
Chung-Myung shook his head.
"It's not like that."
Chung-Myung looked up at the night sky.
It reminds me of what his priest, Chang Jin once said.
- Death penalty. I can't be as strong as death penalty. I'm weak compared to the death penalty as well as other death penalty. But just because I'm not strong doesn't mean I'm not important in Hwasan. I'm going to be the person that Hwasan needs more than anyone else.
What? I can't hear him because he's weak.
- You son of a b*tc*....
Oh, I recalled it wrong.
Chung-Myung smirked.In fact, Chung Jin proved his words.
He has gone beyond Chung-Myung when it comes to his understanding of Hwasan's ignorance.
Of course, it failed to embody that understanding with the body, but there would have been no more footless than Chong Jin throughout Hwasan's history.
If Chung-Myung could go back in time and save only one of Hwasan's death penalty, he would choose Chung Jin without hesitation.
Long sentence death penalty?
The, uh... the...….
Come on, he's not much of a use.….
- Hey, man. - Hey.!
Oh, don't come out!
Chung-Myung shook his head.
Before the final battle broke out on Mount 100,000, Chong Jin went missing in battle and never returned to Hwasan.
Had Chung Jin been alive, Hwasan would have looked completely different.
"People's goals change in their lives."
"What's the goal of the stay? You're going to be the best in the world? Or are you going to be Hwasan First?"
As if he understood what Chung-Myung meant, Baek Sang sighed low.
"That's not what you can say, is it? You're achieving your goal completely right now. Can you understand my heart, who has never failed?"
Chung-Myung looks up and looks up at the sky.
"I've never achieved my goal before."
Chung-Myung, who was still looking at the moon, closed his eyes.
I dream sometimes even now.
Dream of hitting Heavenly Demon on the neck of 100,000 mountains and returning to Wasan with the death penalty.
Sometimes I get beaten up by a long sentence. Sometimes priests get up in groups and beat up the rebellion.
And then we'll have a little bit.
Like that. Like that.
That's all I need.
Just that one thing.
The world's best?
What he desperately wanted was to return to Hawasan and live and die in Malco, who didn't even know what the province was. With the death penalty that I've been with all my life.
It was only because of him that he threw himself into the hellish war.
But that goal has not been achieved.
What remains here now is a spectre that has nothing to do but breathe.
"So what about it?"
"I didn't do what I wanted to do, I didn't do what I had to do. So what about it? Should I just give up and lie down?"
Baek Sang shut up.
This is not what Chung-Myung says to him. It's a word to himself.
It's hard to understand, but I could.
"People live, though."
If something is broken, rebuild it.
If there is something that has failed, try again.
Still, it is inevitable to live with something that sticks in your chest because it cannot be achieved.
Because that's life.
Chung-Myung stared at the sky with his sunken eyes. Baek Sang was overwhelmed by the atmosphere and couldn't speak.
Why is it heavy?
There is no part of Chung-Myung's life that can be felt heavy. But now Baek Sang was feeling a strange ariot.
I honestly don't know what you're talking about. Baek Sang knows best that the feelings he's feeling right now are not solved with a few words of quaint.only
Strangely, I feel a little better inside.'
Maybe it's because I started getting drunk a little while ago?
Baek Sang looked at Chung-Myung and said.
"Let me ask you one thing."
"Am I the one you need for the Wasan you're trying to make?"
Chung-Myung looked at Baek Sang with his eyes wide open and tilted his head.
"What, you don't have to go that far?"
"...is he a jerk?"
No, does this guy have to flip a person's mind even in this situation?
I wish you'd just say yes!
"It's not family, it's not alumni, it's nothing."
"I don't care if a private room is useless. As long as private life bears Hawsan's name, private life is forever my private life."
"Isn't that enough?"
Baek Sang smiled despondently.
I didn't expect this answer.'
I wanted to be told that it was necessary.
But…… it's only a brief consolation to get from that shallow answer.
"Yes, that's enough."
Baek Sang drinks alcohol.
I have a heartburn.
But I feel comfortable inside.
In that contrasting strange feeling, Baek Sang glanced sideways at Chung-Myung.
Sometimes he seems like a scoundrel who will never be in the world again, and sometimes he shows depth that he can't even dare to measure.
It's unpredictable, it's unpredictable.
So Baek Sang didn't like Chung-Myung.
People can't like people who are too different from themselves.
But strangely enough, Chung-Myung is right in front of him.
"Will Hwasan be strong?"
"Then is there a seat for me in Hwasan that you made?"
"You're saying stupid things again."
Chung-Myung grinned and said.
"What makes Hwasan strong is catfish. We need to make room for them."
It's my seat.
Baek Sang nodded quietly.
"Yeah, I get it."
Chung-Myung glanced at Baek Sang.
As if he has made up his mind, his face shows his determination. The hesitation that was seen until now was nowhere to be found.
A smile permeated Chung-Myung's mouth.
"One more bottle?"
Baek Sang shook his head.
"You don't know, but I'm not sure I won't be caught drinking two bottles of alcohol. The sun is going to rise soon, so I should get going."
"That's too bad."
"I'm not asking you to come with me. Finish drinking and come in before you get caught."
"You're not going to?"
"I'm not that unfaithful, man."
Baek Sang got up after robbing himself. Then, trudgingly headed towards Shaolin.
It was the moment Chung-Myung took out a new bottle from the bot and opened the cap.
Baek Sang, who walked a long way, is looking this way.
"You son of a b*tc*."
He smiled and waved his hand and turned around and began to run.
Chung-Myung, who was still looking at the back of his head, looked up and lay down in the sky.
"......Oh, my. Long sentence death penalty."
There's too much work to do.
"How did the death penalty do in the old days?"
It wouldn't have been hard without you, man!
"Even if I say so."
I'm actually regretting it a little bit. I want you to listen to me better.
Chung-Myung smiled quietly.
"But it was good."
It was fun.
Chung-Myung closes his eyes still.
Howasan now makes him feel so proud.
a man of great length And elders who always care for their disciples.Strict but good-hearted ships and white and celadon ships that are a little short.
to be nice
He cares so much about how he is now.
"The death penalty. I am."
I miss it so much once in a while.
At that time.
The time when I can't go back.
"Don't make fun of me for being weak. Don't be mean to me because I'm old and I' But the death penalty is with the priests."
I should've been there.
"I know. Long sentence death penalty. I have to do it. I'll have to get Hwasan back up. That way, the death penalty and priests won't be sad. It's always up to me. The death penalty, instead of what priests can't do. Because that's up to me."
Chung-Myung reached out and grabbed the bottle.
"But once in a while, I just...…."
I took a sip of alcohol and closed my eyes. A strong aroma spread in the mouth.
"There are times when I just want to be a baby. I know. Please understand. Am I not a person?"
Even now, I think of it when I close my eyes.
a lengthy death sentence that ends up screaming in front of him
Chung Jin, who couldn't hold back his laughter even when he stopped the long sentence.
Chong Gong muttering something in the corner.
The way the priests talk unlike the masters.
Even if you drink alone under the moon, you don't get drunk and miss it.
Even the moon hid its appearance and until the sun rose far away, Chung-Myung drank there looking up at the sky without saying a word.