59 – Abduction) In a place without you (1)

※This side story includes Naru’s past.※

It can be a bit boring, so if you want to skip it, skip it.

It’s an outlier…

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Just ‘look at me’.

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Inside the locker room with the lights off.

A space where only silence sits down, exuding a feeling of emptyness.

In it, stood two men,

One was a young man with light brown hair who looked to be in his mid-twenties.

The other is a black-haired boy who looks like a high school student.

The young man and the boy were silently looking at each other.

“…….”

“…….”

The young man who shared his gaze glanced away.

In his hand was a neatly organized luggage bag.

His appearance, with a black hat pulled over his brown hair, was that of a person who was going far away.

The boy is staring blankly at the figure of such a young man.

Black eyes that were wet with damp water and looked like they would burst into tears at any moment.

The young man could not bear to look into those eyes and quietly opened his mouth.

“I’m sorry, Naruya… hyung, I’m leaving for a bit far away…”

“…….”

The boy was speechless.

The young man looked at him and bit his lip.

The sight of the boy lowering his head with his mouth tightly closed reminded the young man of their first meeting.

ㅡ Hello! are you naru?

ㅡI’m your top jockey senior! Call me Changho hyung!

ㅡ If you have any difficulties, tell me! I will help you!

The young man felt his throat tighten.

He said he would help with anything, but he hated himself for leaving without being able to keep his word.

ㅡTuk, Tuduk.

A few drops of tears falling onto the cold training ground floor.

The boy’s black eyes were drawing transparent solid lines before he knew it.

The young man stroked the boy’s head.

Following his hand, the boy’s head went down and up, repeatedly.

The young man forcibly raised the corners of his mouth.

To the face that is not smiling at all, only the staggering corners of the mouth are added.

It was an ugly smile, even in my own opinion.

“…It’s a parting gift, but… Take this.”

The young man handed over the small eco bag that was in his hand.

Inside was the complete volume of the novel [The Hero Loved by Everyone].

The boy who saw him looked at the young man as if asking what this was.

“It’s a novel you especially liked… Because I won’t read it anyway…”

“…….”

The boy bowed his head at the young man’s words.

The boy’s scarred hand squeezed the eco bag tightly.

The young man looked at it for a moment, then turned around.

“Then, hello. Naruya.”

sorry.

leave like running away

ㅡClack, kiik…

A young man opens the locker room door and walks out.

Behind him, a small cry echoed.

“brother…..!”

The young man paused at the sound, but

I didn’t stop walking.

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Just like that, another person left by the boy’s side.

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hot summer.

The yellow sun beat down hotly, warming up the green grass.

Deep green flows through the fresh leaves.

The flowing summer energy creeps into the room through the window.

ㅡTiriling! Tiriling!

The alarm clock placed next to the bed rang loudly.

At that loud sound, the windows that woke up from the dream opened their closed eyes.

“Ugh…”

He let out a small moan and rubbed his dreamy eyes.

I fumbled my bedside with my still numb hand to turn off the alarm.

The clock that turned off the alarm pointed to 8:00 in the morning.

“……”

Chang-ho, who had been silently looking at the clock, soon lay down on the bed again.

The stiffened body is lethargic.

Blinking my eyes, I see a white ceiling.

A flat ceiling with no patterns.

Chang-ho stared at him for a moment and bruised himself, then raised his hand and wiped his face.

—-Sorry, Naruya…. hyung…

ㅡThen, hello. Naruya.

In his head, the scene from the dream he had just before was playing.

Chang-ho tossed and turned at the chatter resounding in his ears,

“……f*ck.”

Suddenly, he spat out a curse word.

The words that jumped out without specifying the target circulated around the room in a dizzying way.

He felt a slight headache and grabbed his forehead.

one month.

A month has passed.

It’s already been a month.

[World’s No. 2 Kendo player commits suicide by jumping from the roof of a national team player…]

[It is known that he suffered from depression…]

…….

….It’s already been a month since Naru died.

“……”

ㅡNaruya! Look at this!

ㅡ Shall we take a break? Rest is also important.

Is Naru dead?

ㅡDo you want to read this? This is a book I enjoyed reading…

ㅡ Huh? do you like this? [A warrior loved by everyone]?

Is Naru dead?

ㅡShhh, should we take a break from training and order some chicken?

ㅡIt’s okay~ Just don’t get caught!

Naruga…..

“sh*t.”

Chang-ho tore his hair at the memories that kept coming back.

My head, which was cluttered with mess, was not easily organized.

he was a cute kid

He was a child who was considered like a real younger brother.

At the same time, he was a poor child.

A child who lives day by day, drowning in unwanted misfortune.

That’s why I wanted to help.

I wanted to reach out to him.

And, it actually did.

But what was the result?

Because of that, I

As a result, Naru

How badly did you get hurt?

“It’s because of me…”

I ruined everything…

because of me…..

Changho murmured and gripped the bed sheet tightly.

Depending on the touch, the bedspread is distorted as much as possible.

Like a piece of memory containing his regrets.

“Rather, rather then… I should have run away with you.”

When I was caught up in a violent incident and forced to leave the world of sports,

When I had to come down as if escaping to the countryside with my parents,

When I had to organize my locker and leave the national team,

If I ran away with you

suffering in everyday life,

You, who were tortured by that devil-like man,

If I had the courage to run away with you…

your ending

I wouldn’t have been so miserable.

Changho bit his lip and covered his eyes.

Before long, a transparent solid line was carved along his cheek.

The window wept quietly.

A videotape of old memories started playing in my head.

This is a story of the past.

after you’re gone,

Possessed with a little guilt and longing, chewing on it,

The convenience of a feeble memory.

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past.

Chang-ho meets Na-ru at the national university,

It was the point where it had been almost a year since they had been living like real brothers.

After an intense schedule, just like any other day,

Chang-ho, who was moving his steps, thinking about going to see Naru’s face lightly.

Someone called him.

“Seo Chang-ho.”

“……?”

Chang-ho, who had been turning his head, wondering who it was, hardened his complexion when he faced the protagonist of the voice.

A middle-aged man with black hair, dark eyes, and a slightly sharp look.

Almost 6 years, a face I haven’t seen in a long time.

But it was not a happy face at all.

“…… Senior Hancheol.”

Changho muttered, looking at the man standing in front of him.

Hancheol Kim.

A legend in the Korean kendo world.

The person who wrote the myth of winning 5 consecutive world championships.

The pinnacle of Korean kendo history.

Currently the president of the Korean Kendo Association.

The person Changho admired the most in his life.

and…..

….The person who becomes Naru’s father.