Sarak, sarak, sarak.
The tip of the brush went back and forth on the white paper. Sometimes he wrote in magnificent handwriting, and sometimes he drew a figure of a person who seemed to be alive.
Compared to the fast-moving hand, the body of the person holding the brush had little movement as if it were a stone statue.
He just stared at the words created by his hands without blinking with half-closed eyes.
The hand of the man who had been writing for so long stopped. My mouth slowly opened.
The face of the serious man collapsed. With a frown on his face, he turned his head and looked at the window.
"That's how much I asked you not to disturb me when I was working! It's a job that requires attention."
"What, dude? Did I tell you, did I kick you? Why are you so annoyed when you just came and took a breath?”
"If I had stayed still, I would have yelled again! Or I'll run into you!"
"But you're slowly climbing these days. You've been using your emergency in the corner of your room, haven't you?"
"…Please come in."
Chung-Myung popped open the window and came inside.
"…Please walk through the door."
"This is closer.”
With a deep sigh, Chung Jin slid aside the guard he was using. It was to keep that gentleman from being interested.
"What's the matter?”
"The death penalty is to take care of the emergency." I have something to watch. This one."
Chung-Myung threw away the scroll he was holding. When Chung Jin picked it up and opened it, his eyes quickly became cramped.
"These are things that just stand and go! Why are you giving this to me?"
"Then I'll find it? These things are missing!"
Long Jin wrapped his head around and screamed silently.
Yeah, that was right, too.
It is also funny that Chung-Myung, the second-in-command to Hawasan, is looking for these inequities in the library. But if you're going to do that, you can just order the ones with extra hands! How many disciples do you have under him?
I couldn't understand the reason for coming to someone who was already busy and dying.
"Why are you telling me that...!”
"You're the one who takes care of the emergency.”
That's right. That's right. Yeah, there's nothing wrong!
By the way, you crazy man! I'm not looking for a Continental Battleground Jangju to change the ten-piece slip into a hermit!
It was Chung Jin who was frustrated about how to change the concept in his head.
No, if it could have changed, it would have changed 30 years ago.’
After sighing deeply, Chung Jin laid down the scroll and looked at Chung-Myung with blurry eyes.
"I'll take it and bring it to you, so go ahead, death penalty."
"You have to do it quickly."
"Oh, you have to do it quickly! Or the long death penalty is going to tell me something again! Don't you feel like you're being criticized at this age?"
"Why don't I know! I'm being cursed to death at this age right now!"
Chung-Myung's head is tilted.
"Do you dare?"
"Be careful, you. I'll be watching."
Long Jin stole water from his eyes with his sleeve.
This is not to blame Chung-Myung. Isn't Chung-Myung a human being like that? You should not swear at dogs barking, nor be angry at chickens for crying at dawn. So you shouldn't blame Chung-Myung.Why the hell would a long sentence put a death penalty on a death penalty.
The man was the biggest problem.
Chung-Myung, you know that if you let the death penalty work, there will be a problem, but why don't you make him work steadily to make people? If we try to make Chung-Myung into a person, we can make a cow into a dragon!
"But what are you writing?"
"Ugh…….I'm going to give the new kids a lesson."
"Huh? What else did you make?”
"……No, it's just a slight variation. I've fixed a little bit of the acid diggers because the existing ignorance is a little inefficient."
"If he's bored, he's a knight. Fix it again?
"…The undeveloped ignorance is the dead ignorance. I told you we had to keep revising and supplementing it."
"That's ridiculous. Give it to me. I'll see what you've done."
"No, I'm on my own.….”
Eventually, Chung Jin, who bowed his head, held out the book he was writing to Chung-Myung.
Chung-Myung, who received the grade, slurped over a book that was not dried yet. And left a very brief impression.
"What a mess."
"…What did you see?"
"It's nothing short of a man's eyes. Why did you make it look like a kid's joke?"
"Children, what a joke!"
Chung Jin glared and Chung-Myung gently opened a finger. Then, Chung Jin laid his eyes down beautifully.
"Look here, man! You don't open the sword here, you twist it to make it powerful! How many years have you had a meal, and you still can't do this properly?"
"…the death penalty."
Chong Jin sighed with a face that was bursting.
"I'm not a fool, and I have to twist it to make it more powerful?"
"No! I got it! I knew it!
"Where does this scream?"
Chung-Myung's feet flew in and Chung Jin lay flat on the floor. Chung-Myung's feet cut through Ho Gong, creating a popping sound.
"Hey, let's talk, let's talk!"
"But this bird...….”
"Now, are you going to tell the long death penalty?”
"……I'll cut you some slack."
Chung-Myung finally recovered the bridge. Long Jin shed tears with his eyes.
What are ghosts doing?
No, I'm sure he's already here. He would have been beaten like a dog and run away.
I'm sure no one and no ghost can do anything about being a tough, rascal.
Chung Jin looked at the grumbling Chung-Myung and said,
"The death penalty."
"That's why the death penalty should not be done."
"I can't help it. Let's get hit."
"Oh, no, listen till the end! So the ignorance of the death penalty means that it cannot remain in Hwasan!"
Chung Jin sighed deeply and added an explanation.
"As the death penalty said, twisting the sword there definitely improves your power. But it's not something anyone can do to exactly twist their wrists to add power while rotating their bodies and spraying a deceptive sword."
"So you have to do it."
"No, that's why you shouldn't. Hwasan's ignorance does not exist for people like the death penalty."
Seeing Chung-Myung who couldn't understand, Chung Jin distorted his face.
"People like the death penalty improve and rewrite themselves! In the first place, this kind of salary is not for those who understand and correct like the death penalty, but for those who want to be strong even if they don't have the ability to correct it!"“…….”
"So wake up from your dreams. The death penalty will never make a name in Hawsan's history."
"Is this a curse?"
"Hand! Put your hand down! No, don't raise your foot because I told you to put your hand down!
After struggling for a long time to calm down Chung-Myung, Chung Jin said with a weary face.
"It's the death penalty. He's just strong anyway."
"I'm a little strong."
"…Not a compliment."
Chung-Myung stared, but Chung Jin shook his head undauntedly.
"I'm not going to be looking for other civil servants with the death penalty, nor am I going to be talking about my death penalty skills all over the neighborhood, so I'm going to end up being treated as a good prosecutor in Wasan.”
"……Huh? Is that how it works?
When Chung-Myung tilted his head blankly, Chung Jin shouted with a face of frustration.
"So go out and beat it up! Why are we the only ones beating? If the death penalty had gone all the way around, would he have heard such nonsense?"
"I was beaten."
"Bump in front of others, in front of others!"
"But this is really a temperament. Come on."
Long Jin cringed his neck with a pinch. And I thought.
That man like Mangjong is a little calmer now that he is older. In the old days, shoes would have already flown into his face.
"The death penalty."
"I'm weaker than the death penalty."
"No, you're not weaker than me, you're the weakest on the celadon belly.”
His eyes sank somewhat gravely at Chung-Myung.
"But in the history of Hwasan, my name will remain, not the death penalty. I'm going to make my students learn nothing and make a better Hwasan."
Even the world's Chung-Myung couldn't put a finger on this horse.
"This is how I repay Hwasan's kindness. I mean!"
"Please grow up and do something for your disciples, too.
"Hey, who's going to stop someone from coming into Hwasan right now? I'm holding it in for that time.”
"No one's coming in."
When Chung Jin kicked his tongue, Chung-Myung choked up.
"What's the use of such an emergency if someone stormed in and blew up Hwasan? Now's the time, tomorrow'
"Then I'll wrap up my emergency bag and just run away. It's the death penalty or not."
"What, you son of a b*tc*?"
"Don't be angry and give me compliments. Without the death penalty, Hwasan can survive. But if Hwasan's ignorance is cut off, there's no point in having the death penalty."
"I'll teach you."
"……Not with the current death penalty."
The eyes of Chung Jin shaking his head were slightly dark.
"The death penalty is, if I or a long-time writer gets angry, the death penalty has to go back to the way it was. Not someone else."
"Is this crazy? What are you talking about?”
"There's only one."
Chung Jin muttered like a headache and stared straight at Chung-Myung.
"So remember. Not everyone can be executed. And there's nothing wrong with that. But if the death penalty doesn't let the people who are worse than him lose their nerve, one day someone like the death penalty will show up in Hwasan again."
"That's what it's all about. It doesn't just mean raising your student strong right now."
Chung-Myung looked at Chung Jin and shook his ears with a sour face."Oh, yeah. Well noted."
Even though he knew it was meaningless to tell Chung-Myung right away, Chung Jin sighed as the ground went off.
"So I'm going to live to death. When the day comes when my life is in danger, I'll take my important emergency and run away."
"You can't take it if you come in when you're outside.”
"Hmph! That's why I carry the most important things around here."
Long Jin untied his clothes and showed him the guard he wore around his stomach. Chung-Myung frowned slightly.
"…It's like a shield."
"For one thing or another."
"Don't be ridiculous, man. You remember Hwasan First Sword, what kind of history do you leave a name for."
"Wait and see. The world will remember me. People like the death penalty will completely forget it."
"……but when he heard it, I heard it."
"Argh! Long story!"
"You should go to hell today. You son of a b*tc*!
Long Jin's scream rang through the foresight, but no one who heard it ran there.
"There you go again."
His students, shaking their heads, quickly turned their attention away and dispersed to do their job.
A high, sharp shriek ran down the rugged peaks of Hawasan.
* * *
Chung-Myung, who woke up, stared blankly at the burning bonfire.
His gaze, which had been fixed on the bonfire, slowly shifted to the side. Around the fire, his disciples, including Baek Cheon, were tired and asleep.
Chung-Myung, who had been staring at them for a long time, raised his eyes.
I closed my eyes again more slowly in the dense night sky as if the stars were about to pour out.
- You'll see. The world will remember me.
You were wrong.
The world doesn't remember you and I.
But don't be too sad.
Because I remember.
Because I still remember.
Chung-Myung's shoulders shuddered with trembling hands.
Yoo-Esul, who slowly opened his eyes behind him, looked silently at his trembling back and closed his eyes.
It was a night where only the sound of grassworms was heard from somewhere.