"Turn it off……."
A dying groan escaped from the mouths of the Hwasan disciples scattered in the smoke field.
All those people lay on the floor.
Chung-Myung, the only one standing alone, looked up at the sky. The darkened night sky was narrower and narrower.
It was supposed to be over by sunset according to the plan.
Chung-Myung, who was standing with a strange face, this time scanned the death penalty lying on the floor. The tongue kicked loudly.
"It's a long way off. For a while!"
"So when do you get stronger?"
"Get well by tomorrow. I'm going to be stronger tomorrow.
Leaving the words behind, he left the smoke field without looking back.
Hwasan's disciples, who were looking at Chung-Myung, who was moving away with blank eyes, struggled to raise themselves up one by one.
"Oh, it hurts like hell."
The hand on the floor trembled like an aspen.
Even the simple task of raising the upper body was breathtaking. Some didn't dare to get up at all, and some repeatedly managed to get up and fall back.
"It's easy. Wobbly."
"Did you see that guy's face?”
"He's about to die.”
His disciples giggled at Hwasan with swollen faces. Even Yoo-Esul, who was expressionless to the point where everyone wondered, "Does he really have a facial expression?" laughed, giggling with his eyes wide open.
the frozen zones
After all, the only success they had today was one attack by Yoon-Jong. Since then, I've rushed with all my might, but I've only been beaten slim.
However, no one felt a sense of defeat or regret. Because I know that what happens once must happen twice.
Baek Cheon, who lay on the floor and looked at the moon in the sky, clenched his fist with all his might.
'It's narrowing down.’
I can stand the hard work as much as I want. As long as I'm sure I'm on my way.
They've already experienced the hard times when the distance is wide enough to try their best.
"The death penalty. Are you okay?"
Baek Sang approached and reached out to him. Baek Cheon held hands together and struggled to sit up.
The disciples who were sitting up first were all looking at him. As if to say anything.
Baek Cheon breathed and opened his mouth.
"But it's not as hard as it was then. This is nothing compared to watching the death penalty fight in front of you. Isn't that so?"
"That's right, death penalty!"
Baek Cheon nodded his head.
"I was sure today. If we can overcome this training, we must be strong. And then you'll never have that humiliation again."
The death penalty nodded slowly. Baek Cheon grinned.
"Tomorrow I'm going to slit his throat. Don't touch anyone."
"No, I'm getting it!"
Hwasan's disciples giggled and laughed at the same time.
After laughing for a long time, everyone lay down on the ground. I laughed and even lost my strength to stand up.
I have to go to the accommodation.’
Likewise, Baek Cheon, lying on the smoke screen, looked up at the sky with blank eyes. The moon is unusually bright today.'I will be strong.’
And one day...….
Baek Cheon's eyes slowly closed as he stared blankly at the moon. Soon after, most of the people who lay in the smoke trap fell asleep as if they were dead.
Towards them, grinning and fast asleep, a few came cautiously after a while.
"Well, they're so...….”
Hyun Sang gave the ungum a strict warning and order.
"Be careful not to wake the children up and move them to their accommodation."
"Children with a lot of muscles and deep internal injuries are questioned and blooded."
Unam sighed deeply.
"You're out of it again today."
"I know you were asleep earlier in the day, death penalty."
Hyun Jong, who hugged Baek Cheon, quietly looked down at the sleeping face. He had a messed up face and a body, but his expression seemed comfortable.
The hand I held gave me strength.
"Let's move on. The night breeze is cold."
"Yes, Jang Moon-in."
The elders and the unborn ships who laid their disciples in the Baekmaegwan began to travel around and take care of their disciples. Hyun Jong was also busy and left Baekmaegwan only when his hands were empty.
Standing at the main entrance of the White House, he looked up in silence.
"What are you thinking?”
When asked by Hyun Young, Hyun Jong spoke quietly, not looking away.
"That's what I thought."
"What do you mean?"
"The moon must be lonely."
A loneliness flashed through Hyun Jong's eyes, which contained the bright moon in the middle of the sky.
"A traveler walking on the street at night can not get lost because of that moonlight, and the moon is very grateful. But the grateful moon is alone in the dark night sky to illuminate the world."
"It may be very lonely to shine on someone."
The fingertips of Hyun Jong, who put his hands behind his back, trembled a little.
Hyun Young, who was looking at his back, smiled and opened his mouth.
"That's not true, Jang."
"Why would the moon be lonely? That's a lot of stars."
Just as the clouds cleared, the stars covered the sky brightly entered Hyun Jong's eyes.
"Of course, the moon and the stars are different. But that doesn't mean we can't get out together, does it? The moon will be comforted by the stars, and the stars will be comforted by the stars."
"And here we are looking at the moon. So…… at least you won't be lonely."
Hyun Jong grabbed his hand with his back.
Hyun Jong's voice trembled a little.
"Yes…. I hope so."
* * *
Chung-Myung gripped his shoulder and groaned.
There's no place that doesn't hurt without exaggeration.
Of course, there was only one proper beating today. However, it is not only important that the sword touched the battle of the warrior. The fight that raises the sword and wields it causes the flesh to crumble and the inside to become bitter.
I repeated the battle between the sword and the sword until dawn before sunrise, and it hurt as if my whole body was crushed.
'It's the same as then, but there's no cut...….’
Chung-Myung, who recalled the memories of the old war he didn't even want to think about, closed his eyes. In the past, I would shake my head to shake off my memory, but now I don't have to.
If you don't face it, you can't move on.'We're still a long way off.’
All this training is done to make them stronger. But that's not all. There would have been other ways if they were just going to make it strong.
The important thing is that Hwasan is strong. And of course Chung-Myung is included in the Hwasan.
I realized something new.
That he is also a member of Hwasan.
If you really want to make Hwasan strong, you should not take a step back and lead your descendants, but be strong together as a member of Hwasan.
More than ever, more than ever before!
The corners of Chung-Myung's mouth rolled up.
They're small but somehow helpful.
No, to be honest, it's incredibly helpful.
The reason is simple.
No matter where you go in the world, there won't be more than a hundred violent people running into him. Even if you knock it down like that, you won't be able to get up and rush back again.
This kind of training was not possible even in HWASAN in the past.
The training that would have been meaningless if the disciples of Hwasan had not reached the same level now. It's a training that's now meaningful.
Whasan's disciples, who spoke harshly and laughed, were a sure threat to him. Even for a moment, it reminds me of the war in the past.
Thanks to this, Chung-Myung is quickly regaining his old senses. The sense of the time when he stood the most.
"So you're stronger than me?”
Chung-Myung rubbed his side.
The blunt pain left by Yoon-jong's wooden sword still remains in his side.
Even Chung-Myung actually doubted if they could really do it. But I had to do it, so I did it silently. But now I'm constantly whispering to him that I can definitely do the pain in my side.
"What a bunch of little boy.
Chung-Myung smirked as he recalled their faces one by one.
I keep looking forward to it.
If everyone can endure this terrible training with that incredible perseverance that could twist Chung-Myung's expectations.
How strong are they going to be?
And how much closer would he be to himself in the past if he could hold them out?
"They're ridiculous anyway."
Subtle expectations and pleasant satisfaction wrapped around the body.
Chung-Myung lay down on the spot.
"Ouch. Ouch. Oh, my God."
As soon as I touched the floor, I felt a throbbing pain in my back.
The body complains of pain, but the mind is at ease. Much more than when he was struggling to bring any benefit to Hwasan by rolling his head around.
"Don't look so pathetic, you f*cking death penalty."
Chung-Myung looks up at the sky.
"Hwasan is something I'm sure I'll make strong. I won't let anyone die. And to be honest, there's nothing I can do with the death penalty right now a death penalty. Because I'm weak.”
"The death penalty won't know. What it's like to see those chicks trying to come after me somehow."
He whispered more softly than the moon shining on him.
"Now I know one thing more than the death penalty.”
I still miss you a lot.
The longing for former Hwasan still lingers in him.
"They're really amazing right now.”
Chung-Myung lied down and reached out to pretend to hold the bow. And relaxed Ho Gong's demonstration with the other hand."Swoosh."
Chung-Myung, pretending to shoot an arrow at the moon, smiled.
"Now I don't say I'm going to make Hwasan the way he used to be."
I can't do that.
"Instead, I'll make you a greater Hwasan than ever before, so keep an eye on him."
Chung-Myung slowly closes his eyes.
The wind from the mountain passes through my shoulder. Time has passed, but people have changed, but the wind from Hwasan hasn't changed.
'Hwasan은……because I'll be strong.’
Soon, Chung-Myung's new low-pitched breathing leaked regularly.
There was a gentle smile on Chung-Myung's face, exhausted and asleep.
A soft smile that he had never made before when he was called Maehwa Inspection.
Deep asleep, the scent of plum blossoms flowing from somewhere gently embraced him.
When darkness recede, the sun rises, and when the sun sets, the moon rises again.
Summer comes after the end of spring, and winter comes back again. The seasons cycle.
Like that, time went by like a stream.