"…...no answer, really!"
Jo-Gol sat there with a frown. Then Yoon-jong, who was following behind, also sighed for a long time.
"How many days has this been!"
"…Three days? Or four days?"
Jo-Gol looked around the mountain with a groan.
I searched around for more than three days, but there was no sign of it. I was definitely full of will at first, but I was forced to lose my strength by now.
"No, the death penalty. I'm not doing this because I'm tired and lazy.….”
"I think that's right."
Jo-Gol's face was greeted with a look of resentment. Trying to rebuke him once more, Yoon-Jong looked at the face and slipped away, coughing in vain.
"Hmm. Then what?"
"…Honestly, why is it so hard to wander around the mountains? I've been training for a whole month for that son of a b*tc*."
Will this mountain be as rough as Hwasan? This mountain is as big as this for them, who train all day on the rugged Hwasan, as the children run around in the background.
"It's just…… I think it's all for nothing."
"What do you mean wasted work?"
When Baek Cheon, who was poking the ground at his own pace, frowned, Jo-Gol peeked and opened his mouth honestly.
"It's been a hundred years. Honestly, I don't think there's anything left."
Baek Cheon said, looking at him with a slightly displeased face.
"Wasn't there an emergency found?"
"Just because there's an emergency doesn't guarantee there's any other trace."
Yoon-Jong tried to shout something, but Baek Cheon raised his hand to block it.
"There's nothing to blame. That's not wrong, is it?"
Baek Cheon shook his head with a bitter look.
"Yes, as you say, if there's no trace left in the first place, you won't find anything in ten days, not three."
"But that's something you don't know unless you try it."
Baek Cheon looked at Jo-Gol with a solemn face.
"We are now looking for traces of good men. It's also about finding the remains of those who risked their lives to protect future generations. Do I have to look at it for three days and put it in my mouth?
With the look in his eyes, Jo-Gol flinched and lowered his head.
"They threw their only life into something they weren't sure of winning. I understand how you feel, but that's not what I'm saying as a person who's been indebted to me."
"And normally, you're not the type of person to say that."
Baek Cheon looked at Jo-Gol and asked.
"Tell me. What's wrong with you?"
Jo-Gol, who seemed to be reading the room, scratched his head in frustration.
"It's good to find. No matter how long it takes, it's all good to find out. But what if we waste time on time and we can't find it?”
"I'm afraid it'll spoil my stomach, my stomach...….”
I'm not talking to myself. Perhaps I am saying this out of concern for Chung-Myung.
Baek Cheon, who turned his head slightly, now looked at the mountain until he got quite used to it. I kept putting weight on a corner of my mind.
Was it a bunch?
No matter how thoroughly searched, this place is in the mountains. Even if the mountain was dug up and removed, there was no guarantee of finding traces of a hundred years ago."But where did Chung-Myung go?”
"……He said he'd look it up on his own."
Jo-Gol muttered for a moment, sighed and jumped out of his seat.
Then he began to stab the floor again with a sword in his hand.
"Oh, yeah, I'll find it. d*mn it, I'll find it somehow!"
Baek Cheon said calmly as he watched him move forward, screaming for no reason.
"Let's cheer up a little bit more. Chung-Myung is not just because of him. If we're Hwasan's disciples, we'll at least have enough to say we've done our best."
"Yes, boarding house."
"Yes, Sa-suk. I'll cheer up!"
The voices of Yoon-jong and Dang-Soso are energized again.
Baek Cheon glanced over Chung-Myung's direction and began to move again.
The clear stream continued to flow through the valley.
Chung-Myung sat on a huge rock, staring blankly at the stream.
Was it too much?
The water keeps flowing without looking back.
Even if it was a valley a hundred years ago, the flowing water cannot be the same as it was a hundred years ago. It may actually be impossible to find traces of something that has already passed too long.
Chung-Myung's eyes turned to the sky.
The sky was heartbreakingly clean, and nothing was to be seen.
I met him not too long ago in my dream, but I can't remember his face. If you try, you can think of it, but you can't stop it from blurring out little by little by little by little.
Chung-Myung murmured quietly, just looking at the flowing stream.
Maybe what he's doing now is just trying to catch the stream back in both hands.
What would Chung Jin say if he was watching him from a distance?
Wouldn't I have told you to go back to Wasan and raise your students instead of doing anything useless?
Or did he somehow find a trace and nag me about going back to Hwasan?
Chung-Myung shook his head in agony.
I don't know.
There is no way to find the answer.
Even if he answers alone, that's not really what Chang Jin said. The dead have no power, and they can't answer.
You can't see it with your eyes, you can't hear it with your ears, you can't reach out and touch it. Ho Gong is the only thing you can catch when you reach out sadly.
No matter how vividly you live in him, you'll never see him again.
Looking at the flowing water, Chung-Myung thought.
Maybe he's the kind of man who should've been running away like that. It's just...
At that time, Chung-Myung slowly turned his head to the popularity that came from behind his back.
The person who made eye contact stared at Chung-Myung without saying a word. Looking at the unexpected guest, Chung-Myung laughed unconsciously.
As Chung-Myung hesitated for a moment to answer, Yoo-Esul approached the rock where he sat and sat.
Then I stared at the flowing stream for a long time without saying a word. It was only after a brief silence that she opened her mouth.
Yoo-Esul said without turning his head.
"We all went together. Where my father was buried."
Chung-Myung nods his head.
"I'm glad I didn't go alone. I don't know what kind of face I should have seen if I went alone. But I'd be a little relieved to see my father around me."Chung-Myung looked at her with new eyes.
It's not common for Yoo-Esul to unwind. And it was very unfamiliar to hear people speak so well and coherently.
But even more unfamiliar was the fact that she was now trying to console Chung-Myung.
Yoo-Esul closed his eyes slightly. The end of the long eyelashes trembled.
"I didn't want to go back. If you don't complete the martial arts. He wouldn't go back until the moment he died. But at the end of the day, I finally contacted Hwasan."
"You're worried about the accident. Because he's a father."
"…I thought so, too."
But Yoo-Esul soon shook his head still.
"But I think I know now. You must have wanted to go back to Hwasan more than you wanted to send me to Hwasan. Because I've missed you all my life.”
Yoo-Esul's face looked as insensitive as usual. But Chung-Myung found the look of indifference a little different than usual.
"I thought I'd do this. It's Hwasan who wanted to go back so badly. I couldn't dare to do it when I was young, but now I can do it."
"But I decided not to."
Yoo-Esul shook his head slowly.
"Because it's meaningless."
A new low voice leaked out of his lips, which had always been stubbornly closed.
"My father is already back in Hwasan. If I'm in Hwasan, my father is in Hwasan, too. And if I complete the sword that my father was about to complete, my lifelong desire will come true."
Chung-Myung's lips are tightly closed.
"To continue...…that's what it is.”
At her words, Chung-Myung looked up at the distant sky.
You want to say that.
Even if he can't find it, if Chung-Myung continues to do so, it's like he's already back in Hwasan.
'What I have to say... '….’
Chung-Myung gently closed his eyes.
How many times did Yoo-Esul have to think before he said this to Chung-Myung?
It's not wrong. Because Chung Jin was the one who cared about the future generation of Hwasan more than anyone else.
Yes, so if Chung-Myung can continue to do that again, that's enough.
Chung-Myung finally woke up.
It is not without regret. I can't say I don't have any regrets. But you can't spend time here forever. He still has a lot of work to do.
"Let's go back, accident."
Yoo-Esul and Chung-Myung's eyes met. Chung-Myung smiled at Yoo-Esul and looked at the distant sky.
I'll be back one day.
When you're done with everything you have to do, you can come back and find it.
Chung-Myung, who kept holding his back and forced his sobbing regret, forced himself to walk.
'At that time... yes. Let's go back together then.'
However, Chung-Myung, who took a few steps, stopped again for a momentarily.
Not moving as if he were a stone statue, he muttered very quietly.
You'd be more inclined to go back to Hawsan.
My cold fingertips have shivered.
What did you think? What the hell were you looking for?
Where and what did you think Chung Jin was doing?
- I'm going to make my students learn nothing and make a better Hwasan.
- This is how I repay Hwasan's kindness.Yoo-Esul's father tried somehow to complete the ignorance with a half-starter. Because I thought that was the way to atonement for running out of Hwasan.
What about you, Chung Jin?
What would he have done when he realized that he would never return to Hawsan again?
That's why I carry the most important things around here.
I'll send it back.
Even if my body couldn't get back to Wasan, I would have tried to send back the emergency I had.
But how? It's like the home of Mahyo. In the midst of these 100,000 mountains that were enemies on all sides...….
Chung-Myung's eyes were busily moving from place to place.
What if I were Chong Jin?’
The body is wounded.
The pursuers have been somewhat shaken off, but there is no way to survive. But if he dies in a place like this, all his classmates will be in the hands of the devil.
Where you can't find Mahkyo.
And... where we can find the death penalty that will come looking for him someday.
The place where the first masters of Mahyo will be able to find the death penalty, which will be penetrated even if they block it, and who will spare their lives.
I've got the death penalty. Do you think I'm gonna die?
Chung-Myung's hands are now starting to tremble like an aspen.
A man who will never die. A man who should never die.
Someone who will never lose to the hands of those horrible machinists and who will come looking for him one day.
"It was me……."
Chung-Myung's expression crumbled horribly.
"…I see…. That was me.”
His eyes turned sideways as if possessed.
Under the blue sky, a gentle stretch of mountains. With a ridge so different from that of Hwasan, a particularly pouting peak was seen.
A rugged mountain composed of rocks and cliffs, unlike the surrounding peaks.
Yeah... Yeah, like...….
Chung-Myung walked like he was possessed.
There you are. There you are.
He's my priest.