Episode 1539 It will be fine. (4)
Everyone has things they are good at and things they are bad at. It is virtually impossible to show excellence in all fields.
Of course, in very rare cases, there are people who surpass the limitations of ordinary humans and excel in various fields. The world calls such people ‘geniuses’, but if you dig deeper, even those geniuses clearly have weaknesses and limitations.
It is common sense that there is no need to explain it in a painful way.
But… to this extent…
a scream that finally could not be held back came from Cheongmyeong’s mouth.
“Keueuuuuu!”
“….”
“Ugh!”
Cheongmyeong grabbed the grass growing on the ground until it was crushed. Two bloodshot eyes turned to the person holding his ankle.
What was hidden in those beautiful eyes were hatred, resentment, and deep-rooted doubts.
why? why?
“Hmm….”
Phew!
“Ugh!”
Cheongmyeong’s outstretched hands trembled as he let go of the crushed grass.
In the vision blurred by pain, there was a mystery. She was mercilessly sticking a long needle into the slightly cracked wound.
It is perfect.
A needle that completely removed contamination by pushing energy into it, even Cheongmyeong’s hair that was threaded through that needle.
There is not a single inch of deviation from what the Tang Soso taught.
But…
Pugh!
“Aaaahhh!”
Cheongmyeong wrote evil.
“no! Why are you stabbing me in the side while I can see it so clearly! why!”
Black hair is stitched crookedly over Cheongmyeong’s wound. It’s such a mess that it’s embarrassing even if a six-year-old child drew it as a joke.
“I’d rather do it! Move!”
“…you can do it.”
“No, I’m doing it! I!”
“Is it possible.”
What on earth is possible! The wound was not caused by a rock fragment, but was stabbed with a needle, so what kind of person could possibly do that!
‘I’m going to be amazed.’
Why on earth does a person who can pierce the eye of a needle with a sword in his hand act like that when he picks up a needle?
Me, me! Look at his hands shaking. That one…!
Phew!
“Kruk….”
Cheongmyeong’s eyes turned white.
A long period of pain passes.
Cheongmyeong, very tired, looked down at his legs in silence.
Red blood flowed clearly from the ankle, which was covered with a white bandage.
Did that blood actually come from a wound sustained by shrapnel?
Cheongmyeong’s young eyes turned to Yu Iseol.
My teeth were grinding and my stomach was boiling, but I couldn’t say anything. His face, as indifferent as always, now has a look of pride that the executioners can at least recognize.
In the end, instead of frustration, a sigh of resignation came out.
And in fact, if you count the needle pricks, Yu Iseol’s fingertips would have been pricked more than her ankles. He looked swollen…
and made a sound of pain.
“I really don’t know even if I knew. “Is sewing difficult?”
They say that Cheongmyeong can’t sew, but honestly, it’s not like this.
Some people may find sewing difficult, but when it comes to precision, it is not difficult for Yu Iseol, who cannot even be compared to the average person. That too, like that.
At that time, unexpectedly, the answer to that question flowed from Yu Iseol’s mouth.
“I have an idea.”
“huh?”
Cheongmyeong, who was holding on to her burning ankle, raised her head and saw Yu Yi-seol. Yui Seol calmly explained with a face that still made it difficult to understand her true intentions.
“Before.”
Cheongmyeong, who did not understand right away, frowned slightly.
What is that…
But then my eyes opened wide.
“Ah…”
Learning a sword is not that difficult. All you have to do is follow the predetermined path precisely.
But creating swordsmanship is never easy.
Even if it’s not just a challenge, but a level where you must create a new sword within time… you have to risk your life.
This is because sword energy does not always go out in the direction you predicted.
The moment the flow of internal power and the blade become discordant, the sword quickly becomes a weapon that can harm its owner. It is for this reason that those who closed their doors with the promise of creating a new martial arts school often never see the light of day again.
And Cheongmyeong knows. The one who tried that ridiculous thing.
This is a person who was not even at the level of inventing martial arts, but dared to create a new sword technique that was far beyond his abilities.
Yu Iseol’s swollen fingertips caught my eye. Even now, he is faintly twitching as if he is remembering something.
There could not have been a doctor deep in the mountains who could treat his father, who was injured while making swords.
Since the wound was inflicted with a sword, it was probably a stab wound, so what would Yu Iseol’s father do?
Moreover, wounds that cannot be stitched by oneself ultimately have to be stitched by someone else. Maybe…
‘…the crazy guy.’
I felt sick to my stomach.
Yu Iseol’s father would have had no other choice. I may not understand it, but I don’t deny it either.
But still…
Cheongmyeong’s gaze turned to Yu Iseol.
He remembered again. Even during all of this training, Yu Iseol never cried or even rejected a single sound.
Every time I was swept up in the overwhelming memories of the past, I would have stabbed my hand without knowing where the needle would go. But in the meantime, Yu Iseol quietly did the part given to her. And even though it was a mess, it healed someone.
How could that be? Why do we have to do that?
“…Isn’t it okay if I don’t do it?”
A pure question flowed from Cheongmyeong’s mouth.
It was a question that others might not have understood, but Yu Yi-seol would understand.
“Even if you don’t do this, your thinking is excellent. “There’s no reason you have to do this, right?”
“….”
“Or are you just telling me to do it?”
Yu Iseol, who was quietly meeting his gaze, opened her mouth.
“Because I have to.”
This is a word that contains a lot of things.
It is different from ‘I do it because they tell me to do it.’ Yu Yi-seol should do exactly what she said.
No matter how much the Tang Soso explains the necessity, it is not easy for swordsmen who have only wielded a sword their whole life to learn how to sew. That doesn’t mean it’s difficult. It means it’s something you don’t want to do.
Especially in a situation where war is just around the corner, most people would think that it would be better to swing the sword one more time rather than waste time on something they are not familiar with and are not good at.
Even the Tang Dynasty thought that way. Would it be any different for other people?
That is why Baekcheon took the lead. But actually, 100,000 is not enough. Baekcheon is what the world commonly calls a ‘genius.’ He does everything skillfully. Don’t go through the troubles that others go through.
However, Yui Seol is different.
Even though no one could tell that she had the slightest talent for this job, she was so absorbed in sewing that her fingers were swollen, and that alone was enough to quell the dissatisfaction of others.
Yu Iseol quietly looked at Cheongmyeong and opened her mouth.
“And because I can’t do it.”
“huh? “What are you talking about?”
“If you don’t say you can’t do it.”
Cheongmyeong was dazed for a moment and slowly nodded.
That is correct. If you don’t do something because it’s difficult, unfamiliar, or easy to master, you’ll never be able to do it.
This was probably a battle with herself.
A fight that is so trivial and insignificant that no one notices, but is important to the person involved and only he or she can resolve it.
A sigh naturally flowed from Cheongmyeong’s mouth.
‘It’s really strong.’
Yu Iseol is a strong person.
Everyone in the volcano will admit that. Anyone who has experienced and fought alongside her.
What is strange is that Yu Yi-seol has deeper wounds than anyone else.
At that time, Yu Iseol criticized Cheongmyeong in a sullen voice.
“You’re stupid.”
“…huh?”
“It’s stupid.”
“…No, wasn’t it all over earlier? “Why are you fighting again all of a sudden?”
“I have work to do.”
Cheongmyeong tilted his head.
“huh?”
“Definitely somehow.”
What’s the story? Are you referring to yourself?
“Even if I get hurt, even if someone other than me gets hurt, I have to do something. Otherwise it won’t work. Because ‘in the end,’ that is the best.”
“accident.”
Yu Iseol’s eyes turned to the distant sky.
“I did. “My father.”
At that moment, Cheongmyeong’s fingertips twitched.
A deep silence fell between the two. From somewhere, the sound of insects chirping as if quietly singing could be heard.
Only after a long time had passed did Cheongmyeong open his mouth.
“what do you think about it?”
“what?”
“father.”
There was no change in Yu Iseol’s expression. Even though it was a question worth asking carefully.
“I’m angry.”
“….”
“It’s sad, it’s unfortunate, and I don’t want to see it, but I miss it.”
Memories of that time quietly pour out.
Cheongmyeong nodded quietly. I guess so. How can you explain all those complex emotions?
To young Yu Iseol, her father must have been everything. But it all ruined her. What would Yu Yi-seol’s life have been like if Hyeonjong had not saved her?
Hyeonjong saved what he had ruined.
To Cheongmyeong, Yu Yi-seol was like a thorn stuck in his fingertip. Even though I forgot and talked about it, I felt a tingling and throbbing sensation every moment.
“For now…”
Yu Iseol’s eyes turned somewhere to the east. Her father is probably buried there somewhere.
“I feel sorry for you. just.”
“….”
Cheongmyeong was lost in thought. And then I asked myself:
What was the right thing for Yu Iseol’s father to do?
Although he cannot understand Yu Iseol’s father, he cannot deny his way of life. If you were in the same situation, know that you are the one who would practice that way of life without hesitation more than anyone else.
Because as Yu Iseol said, it has to be that way. Because there is no other way. Even if it means making some sacrifices.
When my thoughts reached that point, I felt nauseated.
The nausea that Cheongmyeong felt while thinking of Yu Iseol’s father might be a feeling she had about herself. The disgust you feel towards yourself for pitying you even though you know it’s wrong and you can’t deny it.
“different. you.”
At that moment, Yu Iseol suddenly opened her mouth.
Cheongmyeong looked at Yu Yi-seol blankly. She slowly shook her head as if she knew what Cheongmyeong was thinking.
“no. “It will be different.”
“accident?”
“Because I was an accident.”
At that moment, I saw Cheongmyeong. Her tightly closed mouth draws a faint line.
That truly rare smile was probably drawn to reassure Cheongmyeong.
strong.
In Cheongmyeong’s eyes, Yu Yi-seol was a stronger person than anyone else in the world. So much so that it can’t even be compared to someone who only pretends to be strong on the outside.
But that’s why deep questions arose.
Could it really be so?
Could it be that he became stronger because he went through all that?
No, that can’t be possible.
Cheongmyeong knows better than anyone else that wounds sometimes make a person stronger, but persistent and fatal wounds break a person to the point of no return.
Maybe Yu Yi-seol is more desperate now?
Because it has to be that way. okay. Because it has to be like she said.
So…
when you don’t need to be strong anymore? No, when she fails to protect what she was trying to protect with that strength… what happens to Yu Yi-seol?
Even when her world shatters once again, will she still be able to stand in front of Cheongmyeong with the same face?
“accident. “You…”
It was that very moment.
“You are here. “I’ve been looking for it for a while.”
Cheongmyeong suddenly turned around at the sudden voice.
I saw Namgung Dowi approaching this way.
“The military is looking for you, Commander.”
Cheongmyeong had a hunch.
The moment I saw Nangung Dowi’s stern expression… no, from the moment I heard his voice sound more serious than usual.
If not, maybe even before that. It may have been when I unconsciously had the feeling that this situation was more peaceful than I thought.
Namgung Dowi’s soft voice pierced my ears.
“Sapaeryeon… has moved.”
Icy cold blood spurted from the heart and circulated throughout the body.
