“I’ll go. Don’t be vigilant that it’s worth moving. Do you know how broken I am because of you?”
As Bora was nagging in front of the door, Se-young looked at the wall in bed and motioned for her to leave with her back showing.
The sound of closing the door with a ‘bang’ vibrated in the room.
Until then, Se-young, who had been acting like a typical hikikomori who was bothered by everything, jumped out of bed as if she had ever done that.
I removed the clasps on both wrists and pulled out the wrist guards.
‘This is enough.’
Seyoung turned her wrist round and round and nodded her head.
There was a slight tingling left, but it didn’t seem like a big deal to use my hands.
Bora said it would take three more weeks to fully recover.
-Now where’s the idiot waiting for it to cool down on a pounding plate? I can’t go out and run right now! Let’s die, let’s swing it!
But from the other side of the memory in my head, a stinging nagging came pouring out.
It makes me feel like I’m monitoring the current situation.
In addition, it comes to me very vividly that the experience in memory is a time of suffering and discipline that is hard to even compare with the current state.
Se-young pulled out a knife that was under the bed.
Just the feeling of grip in your hand makes you feel as if you have already lifted a knife.
Even just holding the sword upright in front of the face to pick it up takes a lot of energy.
‘heavy… It’ll be hard… ‘
It sounded natural and stupid, but it was quite different from what I was just holding in my hand when I was sleeping.
One of the two holding hands was released and he grabbed the ricasso of the leather-covered blade part above the guard, but it must have been there.
It’s just that the shaky balance has stabilized a bit, but it seems to be getting more and more heavy from the wrist to the arm to the shoulder.
The grip and the ricasso were separated, and only a knife was held, but there was no separate form for carrying pure reinforcing bars.
Fortunately, I was relieved that I didn’t drag the knife on the cement floor.
With both hands holding the sword, Se-young looked at the iron door leading down to the villa.
I had to go outside to run.
Are you looking for a school playground? stone the neighborhood.
I didn’t want to go to school even if I died. Any school, any school.
I hated going downstairs to the villa, let alone the neighborhood.
It’s been two years already.
‘I wouldn’t have the stamina to run anyway, but I’ll do it later.’
Se-young postponed running with the reason that her low-quality physical strength was a realistic awareness.
It’s an excuse, not an excuse to build up your stamina first.
But it was true.
In my memory, ‘I’ and ‘he’ already held that sword at the age of 12 and ran for nearly an hour.
And eat and run again, eat and run again.
So I repeated six times in the morning and at night, and worked endless hard labor during the day.
Mowing grass, cutting trees, plowing fields, and watering with fern-like hands.
It was a stamina that made no sense in common sense.
Se-young fastened the two belts she brought with her when she left the room, under her chest, and from her right shoulder to under her armpit, holding the knife behind her back.
The rule that must be followed in all training is ‘Do not remove the sword from your body’.
More precisely, it’s not letting go.
Se-young’s current glass body and poor physical strength were unreasonable.
I took a few deep breaths, almost like a diver, to prepare for some great workout.
After loosening her hands and feet and turning her back to her neck, what she wants to do is push-ups, which are the basics of strength training.
Before we start in earnest, the old (?)
How many did you do? and recollected.
‘Didn’t you do about 30?’
I didn’t have any memories.
Adds pride plus to the memory according to the conscientious instinct that if you remember your childhood, you will still be certain around 20.
‘Considering that I haven’t exercised in the past, about 10… … .’
Se-young fell on her face, predicting the number in a line that was not overdone.
burrr… reed mace… reed mace··.
Blood rushes, suffocation, and arms tremble like aspen.
‘It hasn’t even started yet… place?’
I was at a loss for words to say to myself.
I even thought for a moment that this wouldn’t be real.
‘Yeah, but one!’
In an instant, the inner goal was shamelessly changed from 10 to 1.
less… … less… less…
To achieve the long-awaited feat, the joints were bent very slowly in micro units.
But at that moment, his arms were not the problem, his whole body from head to toe shook like a rough wave.
If I hadn’t shown the amazing reflex of turning my head quickly, I would have kissed the cold stone floor with a powerful force.
He jumped to the floor and stood up as if he was having a seizure in his stamina, which was embarrassing even for him to see.
…Of course, that’s just my heart.
He lifted his head, but his body did not move.
A two-handed sword with a back.
What Se-young felt was not the sword on her back, but it was as if the sword had pressed him down to the mount position.
‘run! until you get tired. That’s all.’
“I’ll turn. Really.”
Seyoung let out a sigh.
Unwanted memories are played back at damn nice timing just like a nagging bastard.
I killed about 20 minutes before I got up again.
As she stood up, Se-young had to feel the absurdity of her body again.
The fact that my shoulders and arms are chubby is because I think I’ve eaten eggs.
At this point, I couldn’t help but reflect on my life in hikikomori for the past two years, which I didn’t really care about.
Se-young couldn’t help but hear the sound coming out of her stomach.
What’s wrong with being hungry?
The question is, are you suddenly hungry?
However, it was a long time ago when the body sent a signal that it was hungry first, so it was unfamiliar to me.
The time to eat something was supposed to be tomorrow night when Se-young calculated it.
In the meantime, I’ve been debating whether or not to eat rice almost every two days.
Because I wasn’t hungry.
If you just want to feel a little nauseous or bored in your mouth, about 1 ramen? I didn’t even eat rice.
It’s easy to order in bulk online, and you don’t have to worry about expiration dates.
Se-Young’s cheeks swelled up as she grabbed nearly half of the ramen in one salted fish and shoved it into her mouth.
In the meantime, I gaze at the boiling ramen in the pot on the gas fire.
Next to the range are four empty ramen bags crumpled.
For once, I stopped eating rice in the mood to eat, but from the time I was preparing to cook ramen, Se-young suffered from a feeling of hunger that was almost painful.
I wonder if my hands were trembling when I opened the ramen bag.
So I opened the refrigerator and frantically searched for food while I was making ramen in a household I knew for sure.
One chocolate bar lying around in the freezer did not calm him down.
In the end, while the ramen was cooked, I chewed on the second piece of raw ramen, and after that, I boiled and ate 5 ramen noodles in a row until I was full.
The lights in the villa went out one by one.
After midnight, when it was time to enter the deep night when everyone was asleep, the front door of Se-young’s rooftop room opened.
As in the daytime, Se-Young’s expression, wearing a training outfit and holding a knife behind her back, was even tragic.
‘Yes, let’s run first.’
I used these excuses and other excuses to ignore my memories, but I ended up facing them.
But I didn’t really want to go out and run around.
It took a little more time to get out of the world casually as if all of the past two years had suddenly happened.
‘I think there are about 12 stairs.’
run run run
Instead, only in the villa.
I was planning to run up and down the stairs from the first floor to the rooftop room.
Se-young, who was long tied with the belt that tied the sword until she was exhausted, silently opened the iron door.
Se-young’s hand, holding the handle, trembled slightly for a moment.
It was the first time I opened the door again after the day I moved my luggage to the rooftop room, so my feelings were complicated enough to describe in words.
Min-gi, who works part-time at a convenience store in front of the bus stop, diligently removed the trash on the table and chairs under the dirty parasol outside while the number of customers was low.
Then he sighed and asked for a cigarette in his spare time.
Blowing out cigarette smoke, I looked at the empty road without thinking.
Mingi’s eyes, who had a cigarette in his mouth, glanced upwards across the road.
On the other side of the old Valvilla, on the top floor of the stairway window, a light came on.
There was no particular reason to stand out.
The only light here is the convenience store, but as the only light on the other side of the building immersed in darkness, my eyes naturally went.
The light that entered the stairway just below the top floor continued down to the next floor.
The light is then downstairs, and then downstairs.
Mingi’s gaze, who had been following the light involuntarily, stopped at the villa entrance.
Since it works as a sensor, of course, someone is coming down from the villa, and it was a glance that had no meaning other than just checking who came out.
He gathered Mingi’s eyebrows to the forehead and focused his gaze.
The light that had reached the first floor had to lead to the entrance door that would lead to the parking lot, but since then there has been no sign of drowsiness.
In the meantime, all the sensor lights that were turned on sequentially from the top floor to the lower floors were turned off.
That was then.
Mingi looked at the villa with strange eyes.
The light on the first floor came on again after the fire had been extinguished.
And 2nd floor…3rd floor…4th floor…5th floor…
The lights came on more sporadically than when I came down, and it was a sight to see the sensor lights coming on after a long time, especially from the second floor, which was almost boring, but it was a strange sight to see in the middle of the night depending on what I thought.
Mingi tilted his head.
While feeling strange for a moment, the lights on the top floor of the villa, where all the sensors were turned off, came on again.
Min-gi’s gaze went down following the sensors that entered the lower floors sequentially.
And after much more time than the first time, the same pattern repeats again.
Mingi turned around, startled by the sudden sound of a voice from behind.
“Aren’t you counting? Please do this quickly.”
“Ah! Yes! Sorry!”
Mingi quickly apologized and ran into the convenience store.
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