I Became an Academy Genius Swordsman

Episode 71. Reunion (2)

Episode 71

One

“here is… … … Yes, it was the underworld.”

I don’t even know when I came here.

In the first place, there is no sun and moon, so there is no day and night, and there is only a gloomy sky, making it impossible to calculate time.

“Cheolwoo… … .”

The only thing that is clear is the name of the deceased son. That name is clearer than my name.

“no… .”

Check the face of the dead passing by. It was the same body type as my son, but it wasn’t either.

How many faces of the dead I saw, I can’t even remember. The face of the deceased I just saw is now blurry. My son’s face… what did it look like… ?

I took out a picture from my arms.

“okay… It looked like this.”

I put the photos in and checked the faces of the dead again.

But, it wasn’t, it wasn’t, it wasn’t.

Occasionally muttering my name and my son’s name, taking out pictures and looking for my son is what I do after coming to the underworld.

“This time too… … It is not.”

He sent the captured dead. I saw the back of the dead man walking away. And I looked down at my body.

skinny limbs… … . I thought I had reached transcendence, but I still haven’t gotten out of the human category. I don’t eat, so I’m drying up.

At that time, the dead in front got on the boat.

The standard for the dead to board the ship… I’m not sure, but I think it’s time to stop mumbling. The dead man boarded a boat on the green river.

“… … .”

Suddenly, I was afraid.

I wonder if Cheol-woo also crossed the river by boat. Maybe that’s why I can’t find it forever.

Oh Jwa and Unju Lee Si-ryeong’s reverse-judging heavenly secret technique brought them here, but Cheol-wu may not be in the underworld anymore.

But, I can’t stop If you don’t know if it’s there or not, you have to believe that it is and constantly check the face of the dead in the hope that it will appear someday.

I moved again.

I need to find my son. I must find my son. I came here to find my son.

At that time, our eyes met with the dead man on the boat.

I stopped again.

The eyes of the dead… … The moment we face each other, we become distant.

I don’t know what kind of phenomenon this is, but even the body that has reached transcendence is hard to be free from the far away. I tried not to run into it as much as possible, but this… … Can not help it. It is rare for the dead to look back, and it happened that the dead did.

Then the dead man suddenly looked up at the sky.

I followed him and looked up at the sky.

It’s a gray sky. always gloomy It’s been quite a while since I came here, but the sky hasn’t changed.

At first, I thought it was just a dark cloud, but now I know what it is.

Sometimes the dead board a boat… … Not all the dead board the ship.

There are dead people who never get on the boat. They are usually the ones who don’t stop mumbling. Even as I walk down the road of oblivion, I mumble… … Perhaps those who can never let go of their past life.

Their word is that gloomy sky.

Forgetting everything except that one word of regret, they forget their faces and shapes and become simpler and smaller.

Eventually, their limbs become numb and their body color completely fades, and when they are smaller than the size of the palm of their hand, they ascend to the sky.

Why ascend to the sky, because it is small and light?

The reason is unknown.

However, it is only an estimate.

Because they have forgotten even their mouths and ears, they cannot speak or hear their regrets.

On the road of oblivion, the only way to ruminate on memories is to talk to them and listen to them, so they will be able to forget the lingering attachments of their lives only after they lose their human form.

There is no lingering regret or memories to reminisce, no need to walk the path of the dead, and since they have not already made the choice to cross the river, what remains for them is probably the sky.

That’s why he went up to the sky and became that gloomy cloud, Kim Cheol-jin thought.

After looking up at the sky, Cheol-jin came to his senses and tried to move again.

As he was about to take that one step, he tilted his head and stopped.

“I… … Why did you try to move… ji?”

He habitually took out a picture from his arms.

And I giggled again.

“Who is it?”

2

Lee Si-woo, who found Kim Cheol-jin, stood in front of him.

I was staring blankly at the picture of the pendant with my bony hands.

“hey.”

Even when Siwoo called, he did not answer.

“… hey.”

Tuk-tuk, he touched the iron camp with a wall piece. He swallowed saliva while touching it.

The horse is a piece of wood, it is no different from a club wrapped in a talisman. If you hit someone with a bad club, it’s usually normal to get fed up.

In the case of the sword master, it could be expressed as a powerful stabbing of the regime or twisting the neck, so I was very scared.

But, I couldn’t help it. This is because there is no way for Siwoo, who is a spiritual body, to exert a direct physical action on Cheoljin Kim, who came to the underworld with a physical body.

The opposite is also true, but the opponent’s weight class was too high to believe in such trivial information and snag. It’s like no human being thinks, “Sup, I’m going to win?” when a tiger starved to the point where its ribs were visible even though it was skinny.

“… hey.”

After touching the wall ten times, Kim Cheol-jin raised his head.

His eyes widened slightly.

“… steel… right?”

“yes?”

“… nope It looks like it, but it’s not. however… Who is Cheol-woo? .”

After saying that, I started walking past Siu.

“Where is this again… .”

Siwoo grasped his condition at once.

It appeared to be in the stage of oblivion, but it seemed that it was still in its infancy.

He chose his words, catching up with Kim Cheol-jin, who was walking with his bony legs. We need to find his memory. Siwoo recalled information about Kim Cheoljin.

Cheonilmun’s master, Kim Cheol-jin and his son.

Kim Cheol-woo is the son of Kim Cheol-jin. I don’t know in detail what happened between the two, but Siwoo remembers that it was not a very good relationship and that Kim Chul-woo left Cheonilmun and became independent when he was still a minor.

Later, Cheol-woo met his wife, got married, and gave birth to a child, but the wife was a devil worshiper and Kim Cheol-woo was killed. And the wife betrays the devil worshiper and Aiman is spared.

‘This is all I know… That’s right.’

Siwoo had doubts about his memory, but he had no choice but to believe it. The road of oblivion devoured even the memories of previous lives.

If I hadn’t been reminded of the information from time to time, I might not have even remembered it.

‘First of all, remembering Kim Chul-woo.’

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Now Kim Cheol-jin has forgotten his son. The usual criticism of how a father can forget his children does not work here. The path of the dead is to forget even one’s own name in the first place.

Even Si-woo, who is resisting with the good spirit of Byeokjo-mok, loses some of his memories in an instant if he is vigilant.

Rather, the fact that Kim Cheol-jin, who spent several years alone here, was still resisting the monster of oblivion, clearly shows why he is called a transcendentalist.

Siwoo, who recalled the information, raised a firm voice beside Kim Cheoljin.

as if notified.

“Mr. Kim Chul-jin. Kim Cheol-woo is your son. He is an only child who got better at a later age. Do you remember?”

“Kim Cheol-woo… … Kim Chul-woo… … ?”

“Yes, Kim Cheol-woo. Didn’t you and your only wife pray for your child’s future? Remember.”

I don’t remember the name of Cheoljin Kim’s wife. I have no way of knowing whether I forgot or didn’t know originally. He may also have prayed for blessings on the road ahead. It’s just that most parents seem to do it, so they made it up.

However, Siwoo’s attitude toward Cheoljin was sincerity itself, so he was convincing with just that appearance.

“Remember. He’s someone you shouldn’t forget! No, aren’t you here because you can’t forget? To find Mr. Kim Cheol-woo. To find my son!”

“Kim Cheol-woo… … son… … Kim Chul-woo… son.”

“Yes, Kim Chul-woo, the only son. He was a son who only wanted to be happy, but after he started to stray… … The wandering son. The sore finger that eventually left Cheonilmun and left your hand.”

I don’t know why the father-son relationship went wrong. may have wandered

However, if Kim Cheol-woo left Cheonilmun, there would have been a sign of it, and conflicts with parents mostly cause children to wander, so I just said that.

Among the words that came out of Siwoo’s mouth, the percentage of truth was truly disastrous, so there was nothing to say even if he said it was a lie.

“… … I have a son… .”

“The son’s name is Kim Cheol-woo. Your only son, the only one you have after all.”

Siwoo does not know the details of Cheoljin Kim’s background. We don’t know why he had only one biological son who could be raised as an heir, or why he was cured at such a late age.

However, I can only speculate based on what I know.

Cheoljin Kim was about 100 years ago. Lost one eye and one arm in a bloody battle with the Thunder King.

It was necessary to purify the demonic spirit and curse of the King of Thunder King that penetrated deeply into the wound, and to treat the severed and tattered veins and veins. Maybe that’s why I had children at such a late age.

Of course, this is just speculation.

“… okay. there was. a son to me.”

“And do you remember what became of that son?”

However, he spoke passionately, and those speculations and stories he had sloppily attached based on his previous memories were enough to nod their heads if someone unfamiliar heard them.

Siwoo’s ‘lie’ added ‘plausibility’.

“My son?… The child… … .”

“Your son is dead. I was brutally murdered by devil worshippers.”

And add truth to plausible lies.

“Son… was murdered… .”

“Kim Cheol-woo. Your son has been murdered! So how was it? Do you remember how you felt then?”

“I am… .”

“The world… . It would have seemed like the world was collapsing. You must have gained the whole world when your son came out into the world.”

“… … .”

Memories consumed by oblivion never come back on their own. However, the feelings of that time remain in the empty place of memory. If it is a good memory, it will be nostalgic and if it is a bad memory, it will be unpleasant.

Siwoo held onto the emotion that was left in the empty space of his memory and that even that soon faded, and clung to it tenaciously.

It is to fill the memory in reverse from that emotion.

Cheoljin Kim’s expression begins to distort.

“okay… son. I had a son like that.”

“The son’s name is Kim Cheol-woo.”

“Kim Cheol-woo… . Kim Chul-woo… .”

“yes! Cheolwoo Kim. The person who gave you a sense of happiness and ecstasy that you never felt even when you constantly sharpened your sword and raised your level. Someone who made you happy just by being out there.”

“Kim Cheol-woo… my son.”

“Do you remember the child’s cry? It must have been like the sound of a trumpet that started the second act of your life. The beginning of the act called ‘Kim Cheol-woo’s father’, not ‘Kim Cheol-jin’.”

Siwoo raised his voice. In fact, it was a voice so loud that I wondered if this had ever happened before.

In the meantime, I kept repeating who I was, why I was doing this, and the fact that I had to go back to life after all these actions were over.

It’s obvious, but the words you spit out are bound to be heard with your ears. It is a simple act of talking and listening, but it is surprisingly helpful in memory.

However, the capacity of the brain is limited, and remembering something additional increases the probability of losing previous memories.

Because of this, even while persuading Kim Chul-jin, he had no choice but to repeat himself. who you are why do you do this Above all, the fact that you have to go to the gate of life.

“Remember. who is your son Who is Kim Cheol-woo?”

remember I am Lee Siu This is the underworld, and I came to help Kim Cheol-jin return to Cheonilmun and make him an ally, and he must pass through the gate of life and return to the present world.

“I will ask. Why did you come here?”

Siu spoke quietly, and soon his mouth opened.

“I am… … I came to find my dead son… .”

Even though the answer he wanted came out, there was not even a small smile on Siwoo’s face. Rather, it was a more serious question to Kim Cheol-jin.

“His name is?”

“Kim Cheol-woo, my one and only lovely son… . And a poor kid with an ugly father.”

The North Star of the Five Directions and Five Seats, the gate of the Cheonilmun Gate. Swordsman Kim Cheol-jin.

He fell to his knees as if collapsing.

And soon it was chanting.

“I came here to ask the child for forgiveness.”

Soon, a ray of light flowed over his sunken cheek.

He curled up on the floor and sobbed.

“My son is so… I miss you here… come.”

“… … .”

Even at this moment, the dead are moving forward muttering something while looking empty into the sky.

The man’s back, prostrate on the ground and confessing to his son in a wet voice, is too thin.

Siu, who had come here for the future and with the personal goal of forming allies, got down on one knee and patted him on the shoulder. Since it was a spiritual body, the hand passed through his body, but it didn’t matter.

Siwoo waited for him. Until his tears pooled on the ground.

And added a word at the right time.

“If Mr. Kim Chul-woo was looking at you, he would probably have forgiven you.”

I know that it could be a cheeky meddling and a rude personal opinion, but Siu said that.

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It is a calculated action.

I don’t have to… … If there’s a reason why it’s lame.

Soon, Cheoljin Kim stood up.

Siu sensed that his momentum had changed.

Kim Cheol-jin, who regained his purpose and memory, was no longer a wanderer without memory.

There was a gun and an indescribable depth in his eyes.

However, the eyes looking at Siwoo were infinitely gentle.

Sword Master, Kim Cheol-jin opened his mouth.

“Who are you?”