60 – Maeryong Fall (梅龍落下). (3)

Maeryong Fall (3)

It’s not nice.

The sound of falling rain, the moonlight that doesn’t know the subject.

The wind blowing through your hair.

everything is not nice

A woman asks in the gap of thought.

[…] Are you crying?]

[Don’t be a jerk, it’s rainwater no matter who sees it.]

The man answered harshly, but the woman’s hand touched the man’s cheek.

Normally, he would have beaten it, but this time the man endured it.

[not… Une.]

[You want something big.]

Because I’ve been through too much to cry.

There was nothing left to bring me to tears.

[…] Too bad.]

There was no emotion in the woman’s voice.

It was still the same even after coming to the point of death.

Maybe it’s because of observing and practicing countless deaths, has even this become numb?

The woman had one arm torn off and a large hole in her chest.

The reason why she is barely breathing despite the wounds that should have been an instant death is probably because she is a warrior who has reached the highest level.

Even that wasn’t long.

[Why did you do that?]

The man did not understand and asked the woman.

At the last moment, the pouring sword was pointed at the man.

The woman took the place of the man, even though he could have lived well enough.

The man couldn’t understand.

The man didn’t want to understand.

It had to be you to lie down on this earth.

It was decided that way in the first place when the war began.

A woman interrupted it.

that made me angry

yes, i am angry The man himself thought so.

The woman gently stroked the man’s cheek.

The sound of rain, gradually accumulating, disgusted the man.

[Do not cry.]

The man tried to shake his hand at the woman’s words.

I laughed hard and grabbed my wrist and couldn’t bear it.

[…] Do not cry.]

The woman kept repeating the same words to the man. Why do you keep talking nonsense about what you can see with your eyes already closed?

Is it sympathy

Is it meaningless camaraderie?

I couldn’t figure out anything.

[…] He said he wouldn’t cry.]

[wool… Don’t.]

The blue-white hair of the woman gets wet with the rain and gradually loses its shine.

The moonlight, which had been shining until I got tired of it, sadly only disappears at times like this.

[…] Is the moon floating…?]

the woman asked.

At those words, the man looked up at the sky.

The overcast sky is only raining.

The woman loved the moon.

I often sat alone on a rock and looked at the moon.

The man, to his shame, remembered each and every one of them.

[…] Yes, it floats well.]

It was raining between dark clouds, so the moon couldn’t be seen.

Both women and men knew that.

It’s just pointless play.

[…] Are you by my side?]

It’s a woman’s question.

The man let out a dry laugh at those words.

[You’re asking about that while touching your cheek grossly.]

The corner of the woman’s mouth seemed to move slightly at the man’s words.

did you laugh? The man thought he was wrong.

[…] I have both, fortunately.]

what is fortunate

The man couldn’t ask one more time.

After that, the woman stopped breathing.

Only then did the man slowly put the woman’s hand down.

It didn’t seem possible to bury them properly or take the body with them.

A woman wouldn’t want that either, and it wasn’t even a situation like that.

[found… .]

The man slowly stood up at the sound of a voice coming from behind him.

Dozens or hundreds of warriors were facing the man from behind.

Those wearing white-blue clothes with “Maeng” written on them at the bottom.

Among countless warriors, a man with a sculpture-like appearance at the forefront aimed the tip of his sword.

[Fortunately, I guess I didn’t escape far.]

His will to uphold justice and agreement stands out on his face.

The man had to try hard to suppress the creepy feeling he saw.

[…Meteor sword.]

Yoo Seong-gum Jang Seong-yeon, a man called the future of the next generation political faction.

He quietly spit out his name.

Meteor Sword’s eyebrows tremble slightly at the man’s call.

The woman next to him shouted.

[dare! Don’t talk about the Lord with the devil’s filthy mouth!]

Didn’t say anything to the call. The torrential rain felt particularly heavy.

[…] I keep forgetting.]

Feeling exhausted, I wiped my face with my hand.

yeah i keep forgetting

why are you standing here

You keep forgetting what your role is.

[…] The Heavenly Demon will die soon. Surrender obediently!]

At Yoo Seong-gum’s words, a mischievous laugh came out.

I tried to refer to it, but I just couldn’t.

[The teacher? to whom.]

[The Three Lords are now with the Heavenly Demon… .]

[Oh, three zones? Did you leave it to the old people and come to catch a jobber like me?]

The corners of my mouth kept rising as the laughter leaked out.

Yoo Seong-gum’s face gradually crumpled.

Seeing this, the man barely stopped laughing.

[Yes, I should… I have to do it quickly, if I don’t do it right, I’ll be damned again.]

Let the man take a step forward.

The flames emitted from the tip of his feet spread all over the forest in an instant.

Among the warriors preparing for battle, the man was only looking at the meteor sword.

The man said while looking at the meteor sword that returned with an expressionless face and met his gaze.

[Disgusting bastard.]

You can see the corners of Meteorite’s mouth tremble slightly at the man’s words, but it’s soon covered by the flames so you can’t see his expression properly.

The flame, which was expanding its range, soon engulfed the entire forest, and in less than a quarter of an hour, it burned up a wide area of nearly 10 li.

Later, in the report to the Murim League, it was written that the demon had escaped, and the only survivor was the meteor sword.

******************

“Rain.”

I swallowed in vain at Namgoongbia’s words.

Occasionally, the flashback that pops out regardless of the will only brings out disgusting memories.

Why? Why did this memory come to me all of a sudden? Even now.

I couldn’t bear to face Namgoongbia’s determined gaze, so I slightly turned my head.

It was because it reminded me of that time and I thought I would become sensitive.

“… Can’t you see I just finished my dance?”

I just finished my dance with Youngpoong.

Namgoongbia must have seen that too?

What’s the case if you come right away to do the rain?

Namgoongbia’s lips slightly protrude at my question.

To make such a weird face… .

It was a rare thing.

In her previous life, it was unimaginable that Namgoongbia would make such an expression.

Every time like this, I sensed little by little that she was different from the Demon Swordsman, but strange feelings swirled in the corner.

[You’re always saying shit inside. I’m out of my mind, so stay still.]

‘Your words are getting more and more ferocious?’

[huh.]

I wanted to do a dance, but I don’t like it because it’s my successor?

Hey, can you be so narrow-minded…

[…The rotten bastard.]

‘…I guess that’s right.’

Is it still a person of a volcano?

Even if the times have passed, holding on to those feelings.

[That’s a separate story. The current children are the responsibility of the current master craftsman to take care of.]

‘Then what do you not like?’

[…I feel a bit sick to my stomach when I see the plum blossoms being beaten and beaten. !]

‘… No, what is that?’

[These days, anyway, ah… . I don’t wield the plum blossom sword like that… .]

I decided to just ignore it because I was spouting dog shit.

I said while looking at Namgoongbia.

“Are you still pissed off?”

Is it because he refused to do his own dance and complained about doing it with Youngpoong?

Maybe it was just by chance, but Namgoongbia’s eyes trembled slightly.

“… I’m not pissed off.”

His voice was trembling a little.

“You look pissed?”

“ah… it’s you.”

“Isn’t it really?”

But why do you keep looking away? Were you the type of person who could show emotion on his face like that?

Was it because Namgoongbia was still young or was she originally like that?

I couldn’t get it right.

Namgoongbia, who kept avoiding her eyes, suddenly had a question.

“Namgung Sojeo.”

“… yes?”

“Do you like the moon?”

Namgoongbia tilted her head at my question.

It was such an out of the blue question, so it could have been.

Bia Namgoong, who had been thinking for a moment, rolled her eyes and replied.

“not really… ?”

At that, I laughed out loud.

“Didn’t you like the moon?”

I think I used to like it.

Wasn’t it, did you ever spit it out with words?

“… ?”

I said while looking at Namgoongbia who was puzzled.

“Raining… . Do it next time.”

“… !”

Namgoongbia’s eyes widened.

Is it really that surprising that you asked me to do it next time?

“… Are you going to rain?”

“As long as you don’t speak half-heartedly.”

“Yo?”

“no… That’s Okay. Do whatever you want.”

To be honest, I gave up halfway through.

It feels like it won’t be fixed even if I die.

I bet too much right now, and my body will soon get tired.

Although it was controlled, it was a martial art that was daunting to use for a long time, and the body would soon become overloaded.

I’ll probably lie down and suffer.

[I wish I could be pressed with scissors.]

‘Are you going to keep saying things that aren’t worth your age? A nobleman, a ghost, is a pair of scissors… .’

[Night value… !? This guy doesn’t have a lot of hair… !]

Maybe it’s because it’s been noisy since before, but the headache keeps coming.

As I was covering my throbbing hair, Bia Namgoong approached me slightly.

“what’s the matter?”

“Just a little hair… ”

Bia Namgoong’s hand touches her cheek.

Maybe that’s why, the thoughts that just came to my mind overlapped.

“fever… .”

[Do not cry.]

An unpleasant feeling surged up inside me, and I unknowingly removed Namgoongbia’s hand.

“… ?”

Namgoongbia looked back and forth between her hand and me.

Unbeknownst to me, I acted too exaggeratedly.

He coughed once and apologized to Namgoongbia.

“I’m sorry. I was surprised.”

[I really can’t eat it even if I give it to you.]

Namgoongbia nodded slightly.

It seemed like a sign that he was okay.

“then… next time.”

Having said that, Namgoongbia turns her back and walks away.

Is it an illusion that something seems to be moving?

Seeing that, Shinnoya asks.

[You didn’t want to do that, what were you thinking?]

‘When did I say no again?’

[Even the moment I said I would do it to that woman, even now, the guy who is uncomfortable with the words… .]

‘I just said it because he seems to want to do it so badly.’

[…] Yes, if you do, make some adjustments this time.]

‘What do you mean?’

[Whether it’s that beastly martial art or whatever, if you’re going to use a bet, be careful.]

I couldn’t understand what Shin Noya was saying. I don’t think it’s meant to be playful.

[I was scolded for trying to put the bet to sleep as he randomly pulled out the bet.]

‘… Yes?’

[What the hell did you eat to have such a grotesque thing… . Should all old people suffer?]

‘He’s no longer in this world. What do you mean by that?’

Shinnoya groaned at my answer.

It was more annoying because it wasn’t going to be solved by blocking my ears.

It was said jokingly, but in reality it was difficult.

If you bet too much, you go crazy… .

Shin Noya’s words were uncomfortable for me.

Now that I can move a little, a problem explodes inside?

‘What the hell… ?’

Did it come from the demon’s energy?

I didn’t know if there was something inside my body in the first place.

I was thinking about the situation that Shin Noya was lying, but in the end, I wasn’t sure either.

‘If I go to the volcano quickly, will I know anything?’

In fact, it didn’t seem like he knew anything about going to the volcano, but there was no way right now.

‘Should I find out about this first?.’

Because there was no way to do anything in the mountains.

Youngpoong returned to the camp, leaving the Volcano faction to take care of it.

I suddenly arrived and felt a sense of difference, so I thought about what was different, and I realized that Wi Seol-ah didn’t come running.

“… what? Where did he really go?”

It wasn’t natural for her to come out to meet me, but I was a little uneasy because I couldn’t see her always showing up.

Wondering where he had gone, he grabbed a passing attendant and asked.

“Seol-ah was with the grandfather above.”

Only then could I feel relieved by the attendant’s words.

There was nothing to worry about as long as he was with Sword Master.

… Are you going to accompany Bia Namgoong from tomorrow?

[…] I hope It’s full… .]

It was Shin Noya’s words that jumped out while I was thinking about what to do.

‘… God Noya, you’re not actually a Taoist, are you?’

[Son… . You are talking about the ancestors of the Taoist family and talking bullshit.]

No, no matter how you look at it, it would be too bad if this person was a long-time scholar on the volcano… .

Even more so, if it was a volcanic sword, it would be even worse.

It was a terrible thing for the literati of the Volcano School living in the present life.

[…] Do you know what I’m hearing?]

‘Yeah, you know. Don’t worry.’

[Heh heh he really is a rotten guy.]

After the rain dance was over, the night became much deeper than before.

If it was later, tomorrow would be difficult, so I had to lie down.

Youngpoong was worried because he seemed to be overdoing it a little.

[Excessive… ? Burning plum blossoms in front of your eyes and eating them is just too much… ?]

… I thought I would get through it just fine.

It was impossible to cross the wall in the first place if it was going to collapse to this extent.

Since I was moving my body, I felt like I was sweating a little, so I wanted to wash and sleep, but it was so annoying that I decided to just sleep.

[…] It’s a really bad guy to just sleep with this.]

As always, Shinnoya’s words were ignored.

******************

Wiseolah had been chatting with Geomson for the first time in a while.

Speaking of chatting, it’s all about the geomjon putting flesh on his old record of his martial arts and telling it like a tale.

Wi Seol-ah just enjoyed listening to it.

Around the time when her eyes were half closed and she was about to fall asleep, Wiseolah asked the swordsman.

“grandfather.”

“yes?”

“What is your fiancée?”

“… yes?”

Geomson made a subtle expression at Wi Seol-ah’s question.

It was self-reproach and embarrassment that no matter how freely he raised him, he hadn’t taught him this level of common sense.

I don’t know what my granddaughter is going to ask me out of the blue, but sometimes she asks me weird things like eagles or hawks, and she said it’s because she has a curious personality.

Wondering if that was the case this time, the swordsman replied to Wiseolah.

“… I mean the betrothed.”

“yes… !”

While listening to the Sword Master’s explanation, Wi Seol-ah’s expression gradually grew darker.

Geomzon, not noticing that, continued to explain.

so the next day.

Wi Seol-ah did not speak to Namgoongbia.