A voice filled with anger rang.
No, maybe sadness or resentment.
"Why! Why won't you let me go, why!"
The old man, who was only looking at the distant moon at the cry, turned his head quietly.
The weight in his eyes weighed on his whole body, but Chung-Myung did not back down. The eyes that sank as still as a lake and the burning Hwasan-like eyes met fiercely without yielding an inch.
"You really don't know?"
"Long sentence execution!"
"If you fall out of here, we can't guarantee victory. No, you'll lose."
Chung-Myung gritted his teeth in Cheon Mun's words.
"He's... he's missing."
"You don't know what that means? What? Long Jin! The d*mn bastard is missing, in the mountains of 100,000!"
"Long sentence execution!"
Cheon Mun slowly closed his eyes.
His expression was calm, but his slightly trembling eyelids were showing that he was not even feeling right now.
"What I lost is……. We're not the only ones who lost someone."
"Everyone has lost. But how can we be the only ones who have a tantrum?"
Chung-Myung's face was distorted.
"Are we going to go look for a priest?”
" The good priest because that f*cking thing, but I don't know what is a great cause to cheomeok Do you mean to let die! Maybe he's still alive!"
With anger overflowing with Chung-Myung's voice, even Cheon Mun temporarily closed his mouth as if he was speechless.
"What's wrong with that? d*mn it! What the hell is that?!
Cheon Mun's mouth, which looked at Chung-Myung's face as if it was about to explode, leaked a full voice of remorse.
"…a great deal…"….”
Soon after, Cheon Mun sneaked a smile.
It was so low that it seemed like a laugh in vain and ridicule, but either way, a laugh that could not be seen calmly was young around Cheon Mun's mouth.
"Do you think that's still there? To me?
"There may have been something like that at first. But now it's worn out and worn out, there's only one left. Do you know what that is?"
The firm word came out of Cheon Mun's mouth.
"If we don't defeat them, we have nothing left. And I really need you to defeat them. You know, Chung-Myung, the examiner of plum screenings of plum blossoms.
"But you're not going to go? And yet, would you ever leave here alone to save Chong Jin? What would you say when you come back and see us all dead? You thought I'd say thank you for saving my life? You fool!"
Chung-Myung, who had been bitten hard, ended up with a clear vein of blood flowing from his mouth. The new blood stained his lips as if he had even applied a red kite.
Cheon Mun shook his head slowly.
"He wouldn't want to. What he thinks is most important is not you, not him, but the children left behind."
There was a fishy smell of iron.
What I feel in my mouth. The smell from the end of the word.
I was just dizzy from the tingling.
"If you want to go find him, go after this war."
"The death penalty!"
"We're not the only ones who lost it!"
Cheon Mun roared. Anger and anger that had not been found in him exploded.
"Do you think there are a couple of people who want to go find him right now? I'm more than you are! I'm the f*cking...….”Eventually, he smacked his lips, blurring the end of his speech with swearing.
His voice was shaking terribly.
Cheon Mun is a long-time writer of Hwasan and leads the midfield for that demon.
How much luggage is weighing on that shoulder.
"…I sent it."
"I'm the only one who has put him on a dangerous mission. If you want to blame me, blame me."
Feelings had disappeared from Cheon Mun's face.
"I can't allow you to go looking for Chong Jin as a long-time hwasan writer. Go back to your seat and stand by."
Chung-Myung also saw Cheon Mun with a look of no emotion.
There was no young smile every time we saw each other. The two stared coldly at each other with ironclad faces.
Chung-Myung's mouth opened indisputably.
"If you're a long-time writer."
"I'll have to follow you."
The emotionless voice shook Cheon Mun's eyes.
"But…… death penalty."
There was a cynicism around Chung-Myung's mouth.
"Can you fill the void of what you lost with what you earned?"
Cheon Mun eventually closed his eyes tightly. Cold Chung-Myung's voice lodged in his heart like a blade.
"I don't know what it means to lose what I've gained by losing what I shouldn't have lost."
Blood trickled down Chung-Myung's mouth.
"I won't accept this decision until the moment I die."
At the end of the sentence, Chung-Myung turned around without even hearing back. Without hesitation, he widened his distance from Cheon Mun.
I clenched my fist to the point of bursting.
Nothing changes when you grind your teeth and hit your chest.
As he stepped so silently, he looked back with his eyes full of original poison. However, Chung-Myung's eyes lost all their anger and power at the sight.
Cheon Mun's shoulders were shaking weakly, which had always been broad enough to make him embrace and rely on all of his disciples.
With his half-crouched and silently sobbing, Chung-Myung turned his head, unable to see any more.
- Death penalty.
Chung-Myung closed his trembling eyes as he recalled Chung Jin's face, smiling indisputably.
* * *
Chung-Myung stepped as if possessed.
One step, another step.
He stumbles as if he could fall, but moves on and on.
And Yoo-Esul followed him silently. Her eyes caught the back of Chung-Myung.
That back was like a mountain in general. Sometimes they embraced them like the sea, sometimes they became sky-riding cliffs and became their target points.
But now Chung-Myung's back is just pathetic.
It seemed to see her father's back once again, which was vaguely left in her memory.
A man who has not accomplished what must be done.
A man who holds on to what he can never achieve.
Why does that skinny back look overlapped with the current Chung-Myung?
Chung-Myung, who had been stumbling, walked faster and faster. In line with that, Yoo-Esul also accelerated his walking pace.
Hwasan's disciples, who happened to find the two, rushed to Yoo-Esul to see if they had detected a strange atmosphere.
"Brother and sister?"
Yoo-Esul put his index finger on his lips."Don't disturb me."
Baek Cheon alternately looked at her and Chung-Myung's back and nodded soon after. And together he began to follow Chung-Myung without saying a word.
Good men are ahead, and those who connect their will follow. However, the step of the good man who walked first was wobbly, even with certainty.
Chung-Myung's gaze at the mountain in front of him is the same as he had in the past.
Chong Jin은…… He's not like that. He's not the one to let go like that.
Even if the body that has poured too much blood slowly stops, and the urge to stop and be comfortable with everything eats away at the soul.
He's not the one to let go and give up everything.
Chung-Myung started climbing the mountain.
What if I were Chung Jin?
What would I do if I were him?
I can't go back already. There's no way to get back to Hwasan for the death penalty, breaking through the breathtaking, full of masochists everywhere.
So what did he do?
If he was standing where Chung-Myung stood a hundred years ago, what would Chung Jin do when he saw the mountain desperately gripping the blurred view?
Chung-Myung's feet, which climbed the mountain as if possessed, became faster.
You know, you know.
'You would have done this.’
I'm sure Chung-Myung would've been the same.
A mountain that is not so high, and therefore cannot be Hwasan.
But…… a small mountain that can conjure up the atmosphere of Hwasan in this remote country.
'You have to go back.'
Yeah, we should go back.
Even if you're here, you're going back to Hwasan. We'll go back to Hwasan even if our bodies rot.
Where we've been. Where we've lived.
I can't forget Chung-Myung even when he's dead, like he went back.
I'm sure the same goes for Chong Jin.
Chung-Myung's foot as he took the mountain became more and more certain.
WELO, WELO. Not a single moment of rest. The hesitation disappears every time he takes a step.
It was not long before Chung-Myung stopped walking.
Chung-Myung stared blankly ahead.
And his students looked at him in silence.
They didn't know what the hell made them feel this way. But I didn't dare to talk to Chung-Myung.
Yoon-Jong, who was looking around, squinted his eyes.
"Isn't it…… like Hwasan?"
"…the mountain was a little steeper than anywhere else."
"Oh, no. It's not like that...….”
Yoon-Jong looked around a few times and made eye contact with Baek Cheon.
"Where the Wasans are…….Yes, isn't it similar to that place? If this mountain is Hwasan, this is...….”
Only then did Baek Cheon look around with a stiff face again. A new round of neat lips soon broke out of sighs.
I thought I knew what Yoon-Jong was talking about.
If you count this mountain as Hwasan, this is where the Hwasanites are now. It doesn't fit perfectly, but it was definitely a similar place for those who have lived with Hwasan as their own home.
Baek Cheon's eyes turned to Chung-Myung.
At that moment, Chung-Myung kneeled down and sat there. He crawled on the floor with his knees, tearing the growing bushes with trembling hands, and stretching his bare hands.
Hawasan's disciples just watched the scene without saying a word.
I don't dare to help.No.
It occurred to me that I should not help.
This is not something they can jump in on. I don't know why, but all of Hwasan's students here now feel the same way.
"…What are they looking for?"
When asked by Dang-Soso, close to whispering, Yoo-Esul answered without turning his head.
"I would have dug a hole. To get out of the emergency room."
Dang-Soso nodded and looked at Chung-Myung.
At that time, Chung-Myung's hand, which was searching for the floor, suddenly stopped. Chung-Myung's fingertips trembled.
Long-grown, lush bushes were removed and a small pit was soon revealed.
There was nothing strange about a pit like that in the mountains. The burrows dug by mountain animals were abandoned and collapsed over time, because they were very small pits.
But at that moment, Chung-Myung's hands were now shaking pitifully.
At first, the hand that was digging for the pit became faster and faster, and then began digging the ground like a madman.
The pain that couldn't be vented came out of its mouth in a sound of no substance. The scattered soil spilled on his head and back. While looking at the scene, Baek Cheon unwittingly took a step closer to him.
One moment Yoo-Esul's hand grabbed his shoulder.
Baek Cheon turned around and Yoo-Esul shook his head.
Baik Cheon, who bit his lips, eventually nodded. Now, I had no choice but to keep an eye on Chung-Myung.
Excavating soil, pebbles, and smashing rocks with bare fists, Chung-Myung gradually dug into the ground.
The rough breath sounded strangely sobbing.
The digging and digging Chung-Myung was covered with dirt. Chung-Myung's hand, which was digging the ground as if it were his mission, was hardened.
At the fingertips dug into the soil, there was another sensation.
Nothing is caught at the end of the finger that penetrates the soil. That means the back is empty.
Chung-Myung's out of breath.
He now began carefully removing the soil. It was a delicate touch that was completely different from before.
The eyes of the Hwasan disciples who were watching the sheep grew bigger.
It wasn't exactly what it was.
But what's certain is that there is room for people where Chung-Myung is removing them.
Soon Chung-Myung stumbled into it.
"…Living in private."
Baek Cheon nodded at Yoon-Jong's words.
Baek Cheon took the lead, bending over the cave where Chung-Myung was located.
It was a narrow passageway, but there was a lot of space in it. Baek Cheon, who jumped down lightly, captured the sight of his head up in those eyes.
Baek Cheon was perhaps a little shocked at the moment.
Chung-Myung's small shoulders were shaking because they were so small that they were about to collapse.
What you see over those shoulders...….
A person? No. That was not a man, that was a white goal.
The white bones that remain in their lifetimes even though they are rotten and have only bones left. The fabric on the white bone was crumbly and worn to the point where it was hard to guess its shape.
But I had no choice but to know.
This is because the stone wall, which is as straight as if it had been carved with white bones, was engraved with magnificent words as if it had been dug with fingers.A sigh came out of Baek Cheon's mouth.
Even though my body sleeps here,
My heart is with far-off Hwasan.
Chong Jin, the 13th disciple of the Hwasan faction.
Shivering, the stretched hand touched the phrase very carefully. My shoulders began to tremble terribly.
At last, a pent-up sob burst out of Chung-Myung's mouth, which collapsed as if it were collapsing. Baek Cheon closed his eyes slowly because the crying hurt so much.