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…
An uncontrollable scream finally burst out of 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 visible in those beautiful eyes were hatred, resentment, and deep-rooted doubts.
why? why?
“Um…”
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 her slightly cracked wound.
It is perfect.
A needle that completely removed contamination by pushing energy into it, and even Cheongmyeong’s hair that was threaded through that needle.
There is not a single inch of difference from what the Tang Soso taught.
However…
Phew!
“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 so messy 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 it was possible.
‘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, that…!
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 inflicted 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 was as indifferent as always, but now there was a hint of pride that the executioners could 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. It looks swollen…
He let out a groaning sound.
“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 in the area of sophistication, it is not difficult for Yui Seol, who cannot even be compared to the average person. It’s like that too.
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. With a face that was still difficult to understand, Yu Yi-seol calmly explained.
“Before.”
Cheongmyeong, who did not understand right away, frowned slightly.
What is that…
But soon both 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.
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 down the museum 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 eventually have to be stitched by someone else. Maybe…
‘⋯⋯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 showed even a single rejection.
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 silently did the part given to me. 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 other people wouldn’t understand, but Yu Iseol 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.’ Exactly what she said, she must be Yui Seol.
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 unfamiliar with and are not good at.
Even the Tang Dynasty thought so, so would it be any different for other people?
That is why Baekcheon took the lead. But in fact, 100 thousand is not enough. Baekcheon is what the world commonly calls a ‘genius.’ He does everything skillfully. He does not experience the difficulties that others do.
However, Yui Seol is different.
She didn’t seem to have the slightest talent for this job, but 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 not 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 they 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 her and fought alongside her.
The strange thing 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, didn’t it all end 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 was sad, it was unfortunate, I didn’t want to see it, but I wanted to see 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. If Hyeonjong had not saved her, what would Yu Iseol’s life have been like?
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.
“Now…”
Yu Iseol’s gaze turned somewhere to the east. Her father is probably buried there somewhere.
“I feel sorry for you. just.”
“⋯⋯.”
Cheongmyeong was lost in thought. And he asked himself:
What was the right thing for Yu I-seol’s father to do?
Although he cannot understand Yu Iseol’s father, he cannot deny his way of life. If he were in the same situation, he would know that he would be the one to practice that way of life 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 not being able to deny it even though you know it’s wrong, and for pitying you even though you think it’s terrible.
“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 smile, which is truly rare, was probably drawn to reassure Cheongmyeong.
strong.
In Cheongmyeong’s eyes, Yu Yi-seol was a person stronger than anyone else in the world. He is incomparable to himself, 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 true.
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.
Then…
When you no longer need to be strong? No, when he fails to protect what he was trying to protect with his 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 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 soldier is looking for you, Commander.”
Cheongmyeong had a hunch.
The moment I saw Namgung Do-wi’s stern expression… No, from the moment I heard a more serious voice 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.
