Chapter 92: Preparation (1)
༺ Preparation (1) ༻
It was an inexplicably cold winter.
I could feel the chill of the winter seep through my knees as I kneeled on the ground.
I was unable to see the faces of the people standing around me due to the shadow acting as a veil, covering their faces, but I knew instinctively what kind of expressions they were making right now.
Did she feel pity? Sympathy?
No…
They definitely felt no emotion— not even an iota of it.
In the middle of all these hateful eyes, was me— looking listlessly at the visage of a woman.
She was touching my cheek with her trembling hands as tears streamed down incessantly from her eyes.
And I… was unable to utter even a single word.
The only thing I was capable of— just staring at the pitiful woman with hollow eyes…
「I’m sorry…」
I was unable to understand the meaning behind the apology of the crying woman’s mouth.
For what?
What is she so sorry for?
「Mom is sorry…」
She kept repeating the same string of words— a sad tune accompanying her trembling voice.
I was still unable to utter a word. Not even a whisper.
I wondered in my mind… just what kind of expression was my father making while standing beside me.
Right now, I was unable to look up and find out…
Because, if I did… I would probably crumble into pieces inside…
No, perhaps, I had already reached that point…
「…Let go now.」
Father’s cold voice reverberated in my ears.
My mother’s hand, caressing my cheek, slowly but surely went down with the command.
「…I’m sorry.」
Those same goddamned words… they feel like they were being hammered into my chest.
Just whose fault was this?
It was the time of snowfall.
I started shivering due to the icy cold.
The outer garment that mother covered my body with… had been blown away by the cruel wind,
Still, no one cared.
This was the first time I had experienced such a chill in my life.
Not due to of the season, morphed in frigidity and cold, but rather the sensations I was feeling— which made me feel like I was freezing up from inside out.
I had come to learn that this was much scarier than any amount of coldness that the seasons can inflict me with.
「Preparations?」
「It is all ready, sir.」
Mother lowered her head after registering the few words that had been exchanged.
I, who had been watching the spectacle the whole time, finally asked my father.
「…Why?」
I couldn’t dare to look up to his eyes.
However, I was still sure that father was looking at me when I spoke.
「…Why are you showing me something like this?」
I was just unable to understand.
Why did I have to watch this?
Why do I have to watch my mother crying?
I didn’t know.
Nor did I want to know or understand for that matter.
「What is it that you want from me…?」
「What I want from you?」
Father’s icy cold voice descended upon me.
Just what was the identity of the emotion that lay within his voice?
Was it anger?
His voice was too calm and monotone for it to be anger.
Was it sadness then?
His voice was too dry and steady for it to be called sadness.
「Nothing.」
I couldn’t help but stare at father’s eyes when I heard his emotionless response.
「I have nothing I want from you. Stay alive, that’s all I need from you.」
With those lines delivered in a cold and apathetic tone, and a frigid chill in his eyes, I was forced to endure the horrifying sensations of the suffocation I felt in my heart.
The eyes that had been trained on me shifted locations.
「Open.」
With that commanding word along with a small movement of his hands, a huge door appeared behind mother, ripping into the space beyond.
The door that appeared with the rushing wind was tinged in a red aura— a sickening stench of unknown origins mixed into the gale.
「What is…」
When I started to feel puzzled and afraid of its presence, mother carefully held my hand.
I looked at mother with a deep tremble in my eyes, but I was unable to see her face as her head had been lowered.
「…Take care of Ryunghwa.」
「Mom…?」
I did not want to let her go.
I wanted to ask where she was going— and why she had to leave us behind,
However, it was already too late for me to ask any questions. Immediately, I reached my hands out towards my beloved mother, however, just as the door’s aura grazed past mother’s body— her body began disappearing from existence.
「N… No! Mom!」
I tried to do something, anything to get ahold of my mother… however, I was instantly pushed back by father, unable to go forwards.
I immediately tried to rush back, trying to do anything in my powers to stop mother, but the door had already closed in that short time,
And the place mother had been sitting on in her lonesone, was empty— without a single trace of anyone’s presence.
As if nothing was even there in the first place.
「Why… Just why?」
How could you do this to us?
I cried out emotionally, but father’s eyes never looked at me for even once.
I didn’t want him to love me.
I already knew that he wasn’t the type of person who could feel things like love and affection, so I was fine with it.
I didn’t want anything from him. Because my young self was already satisfied with the things I already had.
「…Why…! Why, why! Why!!」
I charged at father using all my strength and started hitting him with evrything I got— as though I was hitting on a wall.
It didn’t hurt him one bit, I knew, but I felt like I was about to go insane if I at least didn’t retaliate this much.
I thought that she had gone out to train already, but what was she doing here?
Namgung Bi-ah repeatedly looked at me and the Sword Master with her characteristic emotionless expression on her face.
I was about to go towards her, wondering why she had beeen acting like that, but the Sword Master went up to her first.
“So you are that child.”
Namgung Bi-ah was slightly taken aback when she saw the Sword Master going up to her.
She was about to lower her head as a show of respect— it was understandable since the Sword Master was a respected mastial artist of the Martial World,
But the Sword Master grabbed Namgung Bi-ah’s hand with a soft touch.
“…Ah!”
“Thank you for saving my disciple… Thank you so much.”
“Um… It’s…”
It was refreshing and unique, seeing Namgung Bi-ah so flustered and lost.
“I heard a lot about you from my disciple. That there was a pretty girl that took care of her and helped her a ton with her training and swordsmanship.”
“…Ah…”
Namgung Bi-ah looked away, feeling embarrassed due to her words.
“You are beautiful just like my student stated. I never saw such a pretty child in my whole life.”
Namgung Bi-ah’s head kept lowering further and further the more compliments she received from the Sword Master.
The Sword Master then spoke while looking at the shy Namgung Bi-ah.
“I heard that you are Yangcheon’s fiancée.”
Yangcheon?
I had to stop on my tracks for a split moment when I heard her speak that word so naturally.
I didn’t expect her to think that we were that close already.
Namgung Bi-ah nodded her head ever so slightly in response.
It seemed like she had no intention of denying that fact.
Though I also half-gave up on that thought too…
“Both yours and Yangcheon’s heart are so kind, so you’ll be a good match for each other.”
‘I really don’t think that’s true.’
I held myself in from speaking out as I didn’t want to ruin the good atmosphere that was going on between them. However, I denied that notion immediately.
The Sword Master left after telling Namgung Bi-ah that she wanter to see her one more time before she left with us so that she could repay her for teaching and then saving her disciple.
I asked Namgung Bi-ah after I checked that the Sword Master had left the premise.
“You didn’t go to train?”
“…Yeah.”
She had taken off the bandages from her arms already— thankfully, it seemed that her broken hand had healed already, that too in a few days.
“…Hm, thankfully— Huh? What’s wrong with you?”
“Hm?”
“Nah, you just look like you are in a good mood.”
Was that my mistake?
It felt like Namgung Bi-ah was smiling ever so slightly.
She still had that usual emotionless look going on… but for some reason I myself was unaware of, she looked like she was in a good mood right now.
“Not really.”
Was the replyt Namgung Bi-ah gave to my question.
However, in my view, she definitely seemed to be in a good mood.
‘Is it because of the compliments she got from the Sword Master?’
I had the belief that she didn’t really care if someone called her pretty.
But I guess she was still weak to compliments.
* * * *
The Sword Master mused while going to the hut.
‘…What happened back then?’
It was about the children’s mother.
Gu Yangcheon seemed like he definitely knew something about the matter.
But he was intentionally hiding it from the world.
So much so that it seemed like he would turn hostile if she were to press him further for answers.
The Sword Master didn’t want that to happen.
Not only was she indebted to him, but she also felt guilty that she couldn’t do anything for him in return.
She wanted her disciple to be happy.
That’s what she prioritized as her master.
When she neared the end of her life due to her disease, the only desire she had was for her disciple to find happiness in life.
“Ryunghwa.”
Gu Ryunghwa stopped in her tracks after hearing her master’s call.
She had a bright smile on her face because even the small act of holding her master’s hand gave her endless happiness.
“I heard that you said you wouldn’t return to the clan, is that right?”
“Oh…”
A dark shadow covered her face as soon as she heard her master’s words.
“Um… when I told him I didn’t want to go, he said I didn’t have to…”
“But you should. A promise is a promise.”
“But…!”
Gu Ryunghwa couldn’t respond further.
Her master had become healthy. It was a miracle like no other.
They were able to walk together hand in hand, something that was impossible not long ago, and they were even able to train when they had some free time.
It felt like a dream to Gu Ryunghwa.
That’s why she was more hesitant to answer further.
It was true that she didn’t want to go back to the clan for even a second, however, there were also other reasons behind her decision.
The main reason back then was… that her beloved master did not have much time left to live,
However, there was another reason now for her reluctance.
‘…What if something happens to master again when I’m gone?’
She just felt uneasy leaving her master behind.
When the Sword Master noticed her thoughts, she patted Gu Ryunghwa’s head softly and spoke.
“Do not worry.”
“Master…”
“Since you feel so uneasy, let us go together this time.”
“Huh…?”
Gu Ryunghwa became puzzled after hearing something that she was unable to make sense of.
The Sword Master then looked at the puzzled disciple of hers and laughed out loud. She wasn’t just lying to calm her down right now.
She was being serious. Dead serious.
“It seems like I have something to do in the Gu Clan too, so let’s go together this time.”
Master… going together?
A question mark immediately formed on top of Gu Ryunghwa’s head at that thought.
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