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Taejonbirok Volume 12 Episode 13
Chapter 70: The Lazy Man Goes Home (3)
“It’s raining.”
Wi Jeong-han thought that the man got along quite well with Rain.
No, maybe the person in front of him right now is the man in the world who suits rainy days the best.
I can't think of anyone who suits rain better than this guy.
The sad eyes visible through the long flowing hair added to the man's gloomy atmosphere.
The raindrops falling outside the window showed no sign of stopping. The rain continued to pour down without stopping, as if it was trying to wash away everything in the world.
“Will the blood be washed away?”
Wi Jeong-han shook his head at the man's words.
“No way.”
“Even though it’s raining like this?”
“It won’t rain more than the blood that has been shed. No matter how much you wash, the blood won’t wash away. It will always stay there.”
Even in the hands of the wise.
It seemed as if the smell of blood was coming from somewhere along with the smell of rain.
Now, the smell of blood was more familiar than the smell of cooking rice, and Wijeonghan lifted his glass and drank the alcohol.
After the burning alcohol washed down my throat, the smell of blood seemed to have gone away a little.
'It's only now.'
This bloody smell doesn't go away.
Because this isn't a body odor.
It was the scent of his soul, soaked in battle and blood. It was a scent that would never fade, even after a lifetime.
“Still, I like the rain.”
“How romantic.”
“I don’t know if it’s romantic. I feel better when it rains. It feels like it’s being washed away. That’s reality too.”
Red-eyed Man was an unusual man.
Wi Jeong-han felt strange when he saw this man.
His appearance and the sharp aura that flowed from him made people nervous. But strangely, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was drawn to him as a person.
He was different from those who were liked by others with kind words and gentle actions. He had a strange talent for drawing people in just by being there.
It's an exaggeration to call it benevolence.
'Whatever it is, it doesn't matter.'
At least when he was drinking with Izawa, Wi Jeong-han was able to forget reality.
Compared to those hypocrites who only shout for compromise on the outside but are blinded by profit on the inside, it is much more comfortable for an interest that foolishly reveals its true nature.
At least in front of Lee Ja, there was no need to try to control the distorted expression on his face. That was enough.
“It was a fierce fight.”
“Yeah, it was terrible.”
Red-eyed Wu nodded quietly and filled Wei Zhenghan’s empty glass with alcohol. Wei Zhenghan drank the full glass in one gulp, then put the glass down with a loud thud.
“……How long will this war continue?”
"well?"
A bitter smile appeared on Red-eyed Man's lips.
“Isn’t it when there is no one left to fight, or when there is no reason to fight anymore?”
“Then one thing has already been fulfilled.”
Wi Jeong-han said while looking at the rain falling outside the window.
“Because no one will have a reason to fight anymore.”
Red-eyed Man looked quietly at his glass of wine.
It was unclear whether he was looking at something else beyond the glass, or whether he was looking at his own reflection in the glass, but the sight of Red-eyed Wu looking down at his glass somehow seemed a little sad.
“There is a reason to fight…….”
The red-eyed man, with his voice slightly clouded, raised his head and looked at Wi Jeong-han.
“Don’t you have a reason to fight?”
“It was there at first.”
“At first?”
Wi Jeong-han leaned back in his chair.
A body that stretches languidly and a voice that becomes sleepy.
There was a hint of regret in his words.
“Was it a grand intention to preserve the peace of the world, or was it a small wish to keep an agreement that satisfied me?”
I press the empty glass lightly with my finger and roll it on the table. The glass, which had been spinning, stops and faces the red-eyed man.
“I have to say that neither of them remains now. I am too tired to keep the peace, and I have seen too much to keep the agreement.”
“So now you’re just fighting because you want to fight? For no reason?”
“That’s why……”
Wi Jeong-han stared blankly at the ceiling.
It was an obvious yet new question.
Reason, reason… … .
The enemy has invaded. So let's fight.
Was there any further reason?
'What a small-minded person.'
Everyone else was fighting for a purpose, right or wrong.
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Family honor, wealth, and fame.
Some may wander here because they cannot quench their thirst for battle.
However, there was no particular reason to fight, and although he was fed up with this long war, Wi Jeong-han was unable to leave the battlefield.
Perhaps the one who is spending the most meaningless time on this battlefield is none other than Wi Jeong-han.
“The name of the Jeonghyeop sword will cry.”
“I wish you hadn’t mentioned that embarrassing nickname in front of me. I feel like I want to hide in a hole.”
“Isn’t it good, Jeong Hyo-geom?”
“It’s terrible.”
Wi Jeong-han shook his head.
“Then what about you? Don’t you have any reason to fight?”
“That’s why……”
Red-eyed Wu lifted his glass. He brought the glass right up to his face, but he didn’t take a sip and just stared at it. When he shook the glass slightly, the alcohol inside the glass sloshed.
“To survive.”
“……That’s a foolish question and a wise answer.”
Wi Jeong-han laughed.
What more reason could there be?
The Demonic Cult has invaded. If we stay still, we will die, so we must fight.
The war needed no further reason. Those who would give it a different meaning would be those above or later historians.
They were people who had no choice but to struggle just to avoid being pushed around by reality.
“To survive. Yes, to survive.”
“Consultation is nothing special.”
Red-eyed Man's voice was firm.
“I don’t make the obvious mistakes that I have to make in order to survive. That’s why people call you the Swordsman. It’s not because you have a warm heart or a personality worthy of respect.”
“It seems like you’re trying to sneak a peek at it?”
“It’s because I don’t close my eyes tacitly just for my own comfort. That alone is a great thing here. Sometimes, the words “for my survival” justify everything.”
“Don’t bother to brag. I won’t pay for your drinks. Today is your day to live.”
“So you got caught. You have a sharp side.”
Jeokmokwoo quietly brought the glass to his lips. Unlike Wijeonghan, who drank the alcohol down his throat in one gulp, Jeokmokwoo slowly… drank the alcohol as if savoring it. As if he was valuing each and every sip.
“Then, if you survive… if you survive this war, what will you do? Will you return to the world as a martial artist?”
“If I survive?”
“That’s right.”
Red-eyed Wolf smiled faintly.
“If I could survive… I would like to wander the world. Ten years would be good. I would wander from place to place, see the world with my own eyes, and if there is someone who knows martial arts, I would compare martial arts with non-martial arts, and sometimes I would have a sip of alcohol under a tree with rain falling gracefully.”
“What a bum.”
“Yeah, that’s it. Kuk kuk.”
The red-eyed man smiled as if he was having fun.
“I just want to wander around a place where there are no duties, no responsibilities, no threats. I want to forget everything.”
“I recommend joining the open party.”
“Don’t you know what you’re talking about? Do you know how much work beggars have to do? If you don’t beg today, you’ll have to starve, and the people above will be nagging you for information. That’s not even possible.”
“You speak as if you have done it.”
“Isn’t that the difference between you and me? Those who know by trying and those who know without trying.”
“Well done.”
Red-eyed Wu set up the empty glass of the nobleman and poured him some wine.
When the glass was almost full to the brim, Wi Jeong-han lifted the glass and drank it in one gulp.
“Alcohol should be savored.”
“It is impolite to interfere with other people’s drinking.”
“I feel bad for you.”
Red-eyed Wolf laughed lightly.
“The only time I can forget my worries is when I pour a glass of wine like this, but I can’t savor that time.”
“Time is time, alcohol is alcohol.”
“If that’s the case.”
Wi Jeong-han quietly closed his eyes as he watched Jeokmok-woo refill his glass without saying anything.
'That's funny.'
They are currently in the midst of a war. But they are drinking so nonchalantly because there is no fighting for a while. Doesn't it seem like war has become part of their lives?
“Will I see you again next time?”
“Well, you never know. The war might be over before the next rain comes, and one of us might die before that. By the way, what unit did you say you were in?”
“Does it matter?”
“……Well, what would it be like if it were somewhere else?”
Wi Jeong-han said calmly.
“Yes. Now that I hear it, I might not see you again. If you have a will to convey, then tell me. When I hear that you are dead, I will convey it to you.”
“Hmm…….”
Red-eyed Man swirled his glass around as if he was having fun.
“No, that’s fine. Instead, let’s grant each other one wish.”
"each other?"
“Yes. The one who dies later grants one of the wishes of the one who died first.”
Wi Jeong-han distorted his face.
“What good is it to grant the wishes of someone who is already dead?”
“Nonsense. Don’t they say that they even grant the wishes of the dead? So it only makes sense to grant the wishes of the dead.”
“How selfish. Okay, what do you wish for?”
“You first.”
Wi Jeong-han opened his mouth after thinking about it for a while.
“If I die first and you survive, go to Guangdong and tell your wife, Han Sang-ah, that I’m sorry I couldn’t return.”
“Is that all?”
“She’s really fragile. She must be in a lot of shock, so comfort her well. But if you pretend to comfort her and try to seduce her, I’ll turn into a vengeful spirit and come looking for her.”
“I know a brave shaman.”
“You're such a son of a bitch.”
Wi Jeong-han snickered.
Interest is unpredictable. Sometimes it seems infinitely serious, and sometimes it is extremely heavy. It has an unpredictable character.
“Then it’s your turn. What is your wish?”
“A wish…….”
Red-eyed Man looked at the rain falling outside the window and opened his mouth.
“Go on a trip.”
"travel?"
“Yes. It’s just like I said. Walk wherever your feet lead you, have a drink when you see the shade of a tree, share a sword with someone strong, and sometimes enjoy the scenery… Just be free, be free….”
“Ten years?”
“Even a month is fine. Just go on a trip.”
“Isn’t that a very unpleasant wish?”
“Don’t worry. You won’t have to grant my wish.”
“……Why?”
Red-eyed Wolf laughed lightly.
“I heard that a son was born. I am now a father. A son was born, and a father cannot die because he cannot endure something like this.”
“My son…….”
Wi Jeong-han smiled broadly and poured alcohol into the man's glass.
“Congratulations.”
“Thank you.”
“So what did you name your son?”
“Well, I haven’t thought about it yet, but if you don’t mind, could you build me one?”
“……Me? Are you crazy? You want me to be the one naming your eldest grandson?”
“Well, what do you think? There’s no adult who would do it for me. I’ll leave it as a token of friendship.”
“You’re crazy. You’d name your child something like that.”
Wi Jeong-han smiled and said.
“It doesn’t matter if you don’t use this name, but I have a name in mind that I plan to give to my child when he or she is born.”
“What is that?”
Wi Jeong-han moistened his lips with alcohol and opened his mouth.
“Yeonho, Wiyeonho. If you give it a name, the surname will change, though.”