Episode 29. One second half meal 2013.12.10.
In the early morning, when it was still dusk, Sonbin woke up. Sonbin washed his face with the water provided in the room, dressed neatly, and sat down at the table as always.
Normally I would have taken out a scripture, but today was different. Sonbin, who was sitting blankly at the table, sighed softly.
“I knew, but… … . “That’s amazing.”
The image of Sa Soo-yeon shaking off her sword against those incredible people, who are not even ordinary at first glance, comes to mind like a painting.
Even in front of that huge ax and sharp polearm, Sa Su-yeon did not back down at all. Rather, he even took them down. This is something Sonbin could never do.
“ha.”
It was definitely something worth admiring, but I couldn’t figure out why I was sighing.
‘hmm? Now that I think about it, should I write that down too?’
Sonbin tilted his head. This is not a dance performed by Sajahyeok himself. However, it cannot be said that there is no connection. Sonbin thought for a moment and eventually took out a booklet and a brush.
‘Let’s write it down. ‘You don’t know how records will be used later.’
If you don’t leave a record, it will eventually be forgotten and disappear. Even if it is a vivid fact right now, if it is forgotten, it will become nothing.
Sonbin suddenly burst into laughter. Isn’t that why Sonbin is recording Sajahyeok now? Sonbin muttered to himself as he lifted the brush.
“If this continues, I don’t know if I should write a book about Sa Sojeo.”
Ssuk, Ssuk.
Sonbin moved his brush, recalling memories. Sa Soo Yeon’s dancing scene was so vivid that she didn’t even need to remember it.
However, because her appearance was so beautiful and impressive, the problem was that the sentences became longer and more complicated than usual.
Ssyuk, Palak.
Sonbin recorded her dance in one go, almost without stopping. And finally, when she got to the part about the Jade Dragon’s true nature shown by Lion Hyuk.
“Hmm.”
widely.
Sonbin tilted his head as he put down the brush.
‘Why doesn’t that work?’
Even now, I can clearly recall the Jade Dragon’s Rin Cham shown by Sajahyeok. Herbivory itself was very simple, nothing complicated or strange.
In Sonbin’s opinion, it was a very natural movement, reminiscent of Powell’s movements that Sajahyeok usually showed.
‘Do this, like this… … .’
Sonbin raised the blade of his hand and lightly lowered it. And he frowned.
‘It’s not?’
no. Everything is different except that it is pulled down from the top. Sonbin, who frowned and tilted his head, raised his hand.
‘Is it because you did it by hand?’
Sweet.
Sonbin stood up. And he went to where he had left his luggage. There was a sword wrapped well in rough cloth.
From the outside, you can’t tell if it’s a sword or something like a staff, but it’s definitely a sword. It’s also a very good sword.
‘Hmm.’
Sonbin was conflicted for a moment. But she wasn’t long. Sonbin closed her eyes and lowered her head as if in silent meditation.
“sorry. “I’ll just use it for a moment.”
Sonbin muttered quietly. It goes without saying, but there is no answer. Sonbin carefully lifted the sword.
Sarah.
When I unwrapped the rough cloth wrapping the sword, I saw an ordinary-looking scabbard. Then suddenly, Sonbin remembered that he couldn’t swing his sword in the room.
There’s nothing I can’t do if I have to, but I’m worried that something might break or break.
‘I can’t.’
It was still dusk outside the window. Son Bin wrapped his sword in a cloth again and quietly left the room.
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The place Sonbin went to was the place where the dance took place last night. The secluded place where dusk fell was quiet and desolate, as if last night’s intense rain had been a dream.
There were some traces of rain, but there was no sign of popularity.
“Whoa.”
Sonbin took a deep breath of cold air. The crisp dawn air seems to clear her mind.
Sarah.
Sonbin unwrapped the rough cloth. A sword appeared, sleeping quietly in an ordinary-looking scabbard. As I hold the hilt of her sword, I feel a cold sensation in my hand.
‘It’s cold.’
Sonbin looked at the handle. It looks like leather, but it feels cold, like holding metal.
It felt somewhat like facing cold eyes, and Son Bin even thought about just putting down the sword. But we have already come this far.
‘Well, I’m just trying it out.’
Sonbin excused himself and grabbed his sword. And he slowly pulled out his sword.
Win.
The sword revealed itself almost without a sound. The straight, beautiful blade shines cold and cold. I remembered Noh Taoist’s warning, so I didn’t even dare to reach out near the blade.
‘It’s just practice swinging such a beautiful sword. I’d rather get a wooden sword somewhere… … .’
Sonbin, who was thinking, smiled bitterly and self-mockingly.
‘But this is the only sword I have.’
There’s no point in thinking about the sword now that it’s out. Shaking his head lightly, Sonbin shook off his thoughts.
Okay.
With one foot forward at an angle, Son Bin held the sword lightly with both hands.
“Whoa.”
After catching his breath lightly, Son Bin raised his sword upward. And he drew down.
Whoosh.
There was a sound of the wind being cut from the tip of the sword.
‘indeed.’
Sonbin was deeply impressed.
‘Doing it with a sword feels completely different.’
It’s completely different. The sword was much lighter than expected, but for some reason it felt heavy. As he was holding a sword with a sharp, sharp edge, even his senses seemed to sharpen.
‘But, is it still different?’
Sonbin frowned. The trajectory drawn by the sword was very different from what Sonbin had imagined.
‘Where, once again.’
Taking a breath again, Son Bin calmly raised his sword. And he drew down.
Whoosh.
The sharp tip of the sword cuts through the wind. However, it was completely different from the trajectory Sonbin was trying to draw.
‘no.’
Sonbin lowered his sword once again.
Whoosh.
‘Neither is this.’
Whoosh.
‘This is no more.’
Whoosh.
How many times did it come down like that? Sonbin stopped his arm. And he let out a long sigh.
“no.”
Biting his lip slightly, Sonbin shook his head and muttered.
“It’s not even similar. “If it continues like this, even if it lasts for a hundred years, it won’t be easy.”
There is no way. I can’t even say they are similar. It was by no means an exaggeration to say that it would be no problem even if it lasted for a hundred years.
If it’s like this when you see it with your own eyes, what about when Sa-hyuk Sa-hyuk or Sa Su-yeon see it? Sonbin suddenly felt like her face was getting hot.
“Whoa.”
It seemed as if sweat had come out before I knew it. Gently wiping sweat with her collar, Sonbin lifted her sword and examined it.
The blade still shines coldly, and the handle is still cold. Looking at it again, it is a really beautiful and good sword.
‘It can’t be because of the sword.’
It can’t be because of the sword. Sonbin clearly knew that too. If there’s a problem, it’s him.
‘Let’s just stay still. First of all, posture… … .’
Instead of the normal posture of holding a sword, Sonbin remembered Sajahyeok’s posture. He raised his blade above his head and slightly bent the tip of the sword, as if receiving an attack from above.
‘Was it like this?’
They said they would adopt a similar posture, but it’s strange that they hesitated for some reason.
Still, as I adjusted my hands and feet little by little, I was able to achieve a similar posture. Son Bin caught his breath and lowered his sword.
Whoosh.
Maybe it’s my posture, but the sound of the wind cutting through it is stronger. But the trajectory of the sword was very disappointing.
‘It’s even more messy.’
For Son Bin, who was holding a sword for the first time, this posture actually upset his body’s balance.
‘Should I give up?’
Sunbin lowered his sword and frowned. He had never held a sword properly before, so it may have been impossible for him to recreate that trajectory.
‘But why doesn’t that work?’
It is still vivid before my eyes. Even to the point where he could tell at a glance that his sword’s trajectory was different from the drawn one.
‘I guess I just need to move the sword along that trajectory.’
It felt like I could draw the trajectory just by hand. But it doesn’t work. The same goes for holding a sword.
‘Should I use a sword instead of a sword? ‘That can’t be possible.’
Sa Su-yeon uses a sword. She said she can do it, so the type of weapon she uses shouldn’t be the problem. Sonbin thought so too.
‘Hmm.’
Sonbin was deep in thought. How can he reproduce that trajectory? While Sonbin was thinking, he suddenly remembered that the trajectory of Okryong Station Rincham was originally laid out by Sajahyeok.
‘Yes, that’s right.’
That trajectory was laid out by Sajahyeok. And when it comes to Lion Hyuk, he is an opponent he has seen without missing a beat. His great master, Powell, knows very well what the roots and foundations of his Taoism are.
‘Hyeoncheongyeol!’
The trajectory of Sa-hyeok Sa-hyeok’s great path, and even his life, are based on Hyeon-cheon-gyeol.
Without Hyeoncheongyeol, neither Sajahyeok nor his Taoism would exist today. And if it is Hyeon Cheon-gyeol, Son Bin also knows the general idea.
Okay.
Sonbin took his stance again. He abandoned the unfamiliar Lion Hyuk posture and adopted the posture he thought was most comfortable.
Gently but firmly, I held the handle of the egret with both hands. And he slowly caught his breath.
“Whoa.”
As I caught my breath and focused on the tip of the sword, my eyes automatically became half-closed. In that position, Son Bin was reminded of Hyeoncheon Daeganggyeol.
Sajahyeok’s heavy voice and each word he had written slowly passed through his mind.
Just like when going to eat, relax your whole body and continue breathing. Slowly, but constantly. And in the next moment, something unfamiliar but very familiar came upon Sonbin.
Phew.
It was a flow. A big, huge, slow but proud flow came over Sonbin.
‘iced coffee.’
It wasn’t that I forced myself to continue. He just left himself to the flow.
Something irresistibly vast, like a wonder of nature or a huge natural disaster, was gently embracing Sonbin.
It was the same feeling that Son Bin felt before when he wrote Hyeoncheon Daeganggyeol.
But it was different. At that time, it felt like the letters were alive and moving on their own, but now there was a huge flow flowing that I couldn’t resist. The flow filled not only Sonbin and his surroundings, but also the entire heaven and earth.
In that dream-like, fantasy-like feeling, Son Bin saw the sword he was holding, the white egret. And she realized. Why was the trajectory she drew different from Lion Hyuk’s and why she was different from what she had drawn.
‘Yes, that’s right.’
It was strange why I realized this only now, it was such a natural thing.
‘It’s not something I create. I am… … .’
Sonbin slowly moved the egret. He had nothing to rush, nothing to strain. It is not Son Bin who moves the sword.
‘I just put my sword on the flow.’
The flow already existed. All Sonbin has to do is place his sword Egret on top of it.
Hung.
The white heron moved without a sound. And the trajectory created by the white heron was not the slightest bit different from that shown by Sajahyeok and from the trajectory Sonbin had in mind.
Whoosh.
‘uh?’
The egret that fell down did not stop. As if it was meant to be, or as if it had its own will, the egret soared upward again, following the flow.
And then it fell down again, but stopped in the middle. That was the Okryong Station Rin Cham shown by Sajahyeok.
‘Okay?’
done. Perfectly too.
‘That’s it.’
Sonbin thought blankly. As soon as the sword stopped, the huge flow that had surrounded him suddenly disappeared without a trace. I don’t know if it was a dream, a fantasy, or an illusion.
“ha.”
Sonbin sighed in despair. She was with him and suddenly Sonbin felt like she had been pulled out of her fantasy and into reality.
tweet.
The sound of morning birds began to reach my ears, and I felt warm sunlight and a gentle breeze passing by. Even the warmth of the sword I am holding is surprising.
“Hmm.”
Suddenly, Sonbin cleared his throat and glanced around. No one was looking. Sonbin rubbed his chest and sighed in relief.
‘Thank goodness. Because there is no one… … .’
It would have been truly embarrassing if I had been caught standing blankly holding a sword. This is even more so if you have even seen it.
Sonbin looked around once again and realized that the surroundings had suddenly become brighter.
‘what? Suddenly… … .’
It certainly seemed like dusk had fallen around us just a moment ago, but now everything was as bright as day.
‘this.’
It felt like a long time had passed without me realizing it. Sonbin picked up the sheath she had put down. And she carefully packed the egret.
Sreung.
Maybe it’s my mood, but the sword’s movement is smooth. And the feel of the handle is no longer cold or cold. Rather, it feels like a soft warmth.
‘Well, because I’ve been holding it for so long.’
Sonbin didn’t really care and just kept the white heron. Wrapping the sword carefully with his rough cloth, Sonbin moved towards the guesthouse.
tweet.
The morning birdsong sounded unusually clear. Even the air seemed fresher. Thinking it was just her mood, Sonbin hurried her steps towards her guest room.
However, a faint smile that he was unaware of did not leave his lips.
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martial arts,
