Chương 146: S.05 Time to Fly 12(07)_The LAST of S.05_END

Scene 03_08. In place of So-hui, who in the end did not answer even Yeon-jin's suspicion-laced question, Yu-seok answered. He came stepping over. Yu-seok: If the one who sees the path vanishes, then no matter that the three fragments have taken their place, they'll be able to do nothing. But, I'm suspicious too. Yeon-jin: … Of what …? Yu-seok: Because if she gives up even herself, it amounts to giving up everything. She couldn't fail to know that, and yet she came like this of her own will.

Yu-seok, letting out a small breath, looked down for a moment at So-hui, who slumped with her head bowed, then lowered his knees to face So-hui. He forcibly pulled at the bound hands of So-hui, who carried on her silence without ever raising her head. Yu-seok, with his own empty hand, raised Black Sand and made a small wound on So-hui's hand. When So-hui flinched at the stinging wound, a fair amount of red blood leaked out.

Yu-seok, after collecting So-hui's blood in a small glass vial, turned back again and headed for the Chronostump. Yu-seok: That's why I dragged you along. If it comes to it, Yeon-jin re-gripped the Bamboo Cane Sword touching So-hui's collar a little more. Yu-seok: Just to do away with her. Yu-seok headed for the Chronostump. Yeon-su thrashed and struggled to help So-hui somehow, but because her body was battered and bound with the Ritual Taboo Rope, it would not move in the slightest.

The more Yeon-su's thrashing worsened, the deeper the blade lodged in her shoulder carved the wound. More blood was reaching the Chronostump's outer bark. Yeon-su looked at So-hui with a tearful expression. She had been powerless then, and she was powerless now. That made it all the more wretched. Yu-seok, ignoring Yeon-su's thrashing, wounded his own hand and laid it upon the great knot of the Chronostump. The Chronostump, now steeped even in Yu-seok's blood, began to make a twisted sound. It began to split.

It came to open a gap. Yeon-jin, who watched this in silence, turned her head again and looked at So-hui. Yeon-jin: You must have come not knowing you'd die. But, Yeon-jin now had nothing to hold her back. She had fallen to a place where everything alive was something to envy. Yeon-jin swung the Bamboo Cane Sword that had been aimed at So-hui's neck. Would you leave, would you leave me, would you leave, and leave indeed. The blade, swung swiftly without a sound, struck two thin, slender blades and glanced off.

Ji-min, who slipped into the opening as Yeon-jin faltered, shoved Yeon-jin with her shoulder and swiftly swept the blades she held split between two hands. While Yeon-jin faltered, she yielded her own skin to Ji-min and burst open a wound. What leaked from the wound was not blood. Like that of a certain someone, black water had leaked out. With life alone I cannot soothe your bitter wrong, so with the knotted grief as my companion, I console you all.

Yeon-jin, feeling her own body made whole in an instant, reached a frenzy and began to sneer. Ji-min had guarded So-hui's life once, but there was far too little time to free So-hui. Yeon-jin resolved to give no opening. Yeon-jin: Then you should die first. Yeon-jin's frenzy turned toward Ji-min, who had broken her will. When she pulled out the rear of the Bamboo Cane Sword's hilt, one more small blade appeared.

Yeon-jin, whirling the long blade and the small blade in turn, drove at Ji-min, who had blocked her will. Black veins began to set in around Yeon-jin's eyes. The black veins rising up filled her eyes with black water. She was glad. She hated, she was sad, and she was happy. She even began to feel the ecstasy of being able to hack apart this trifling life with her own hand. At the end of that ecstasy, Yeon-jin, in her very sneering voice, denied life. Yeon-jin (Negation): I will deny!! all of it!!

From the split tree, a dull presence dropped. The presence, its whole body smeared with tree debris, poured out coughs. From the blood-mixed coughs, sharp tree splinters spilled out mingled with flesh. I beseech, I beseech you. I beg, and beg again. Yu-seok, without a word, tilted the vial holding So-hui's blood, seeking to seal So-hui into the empty Chronostump. As So-hui's blood was about to come from the tilted vial, a somewhat rough, small hand blocked the vial's mouth shut.

A voice worn out to the utmost turned toward Yu-seok's eyes and ears. Stop it. Oppa. Yu-seok, unable to tilt the vial, was not flustered. Holding a smile, he looked at the one who had dissuaded him. On days long past, the memories I sent burning upon the wind, torn to shreds and strewn wide, I shall take into myself. In times long past, your harsh reproaches that faded away in bitterness without a single wrong, I shall take into myself. Yu-seok: If I can't seal her away, I'll kill her. You can never stop it.

Behind Yu-seok's calm smile, Ji-min's short scream followed. Ji-min, having given her shoulder to Yeon-jin's Bamboo Cane Sword, was shoved toward So-hui. Yeon-jin turned her body wide, pulled the Bamboo Cane Sword that had pierced Ji-min's shoulder out whole, and in the same spin veered past Ji-min, then aimed at So-hui's neck. Yeon-jin's two eyes were full of black water. She did not withdraw her smile, nearly rank with blood. Ji-min, gripping the two blades, tried somehow to block Yeon-jin.

If she could not block her, she meant to give her own life instead. Stolen story; please report. The love that fluttered the heart, the memories longed for, the bitter final edge, I dare take them into myself and weep aloud. As Ji-min, following the veered-off Yeon-jin, was about to press her attack, So-hui slowly raised her head and looked ahead. I beseech, I beseech you. I beg, and beg again.

Hand to me the breath that faded and the death faintly knotted, Upon the Bamboo Cane Sword that reached So-hui's throat, a single drop of black waterway formed. It was reflected ever so slowly. Seeing this, So-hui was reassured. The single drop of black water formed at the center of the Bamboo Cane Sword burst as if exploding. The black water that had swelled as if exploding formed a lotus bud, then scattered wide like petals and shattered to pieces.

From the radiant black flower-bud that had burst forth, a single fair, white hand emerged and, gripping the Bamboo Cane Sword barehanded, snapped it limply. With the half-blade of the gripped Bamboo Cane Sword, it stabbed deep into Yeon-jin's eye. Si-yeon: You goddamn SSipal bitch. A hatred far deeper than Yeon-jin's own, having taken one of Yeon-jin's blackened eyes, cast itself deep upon the remaining eye. It was hatred toward Yeon-jin, who sought to deny.

Pray, that step that cannot carry on for the bitterness, pray, follow the longed-for homeland and carry on to the very end. It was Si-yeon, emerged through space for the first time. Yu-seok's mind halted for a moment. He had reckoned there was some ploy, but Yu-seok had not anticipated the 사절(Sa-jeol_Envoy)'s incarnation. Yu-seok quickly reset his momentarily stunned gaze and, shoving aside the presence that had blocked his vial, flung the vial away entirely.

So-hui's blood was at last laid upon the knot of the Chronostump. Like the memory of some day, tree branches ghastly long and winding leaked out as if pouring from the knot. The emptied knot sought the next person to take in. The tree branches steeped in So-hui's blood turned toward So-hui without the slightest hesitation. Si-yeon, her two eyes stained black, split wide the hand that had pierced Yeon-jin's eye and burst one of Yeon-jin's eyes whole.

Si-yeon stood holding her ground before So-hui, as if she would never surrender So-hui. Would you leave, would you leave me, would you leave, and leave indeed. As the swiftly racing tree branches passed Si-yeon and were about to head for So-hui behind her, 흰 모래(Huin-morae_White Sand) wound about all the tree branches. Distant yet warm, the White Sand that had been missed carried on. Following the White Sand that filled the cozy fog forest, part of the Chronostump steeped in So-hui's blood burst out whole.

I pray and pray, I beseech. Till white bones turn to dust, with nothing more, I pray and beseech. Before the shattered bundle of wood, a slight, small presence stood feebly. It held the very form of some time long ago. Yeon-jin (Negation): I!!! Yeon-jin, who had given one eye to Si-yeon, cursed as if thrashing and let out a scream. The veins standing out more starkly around her black eye began to pour black tears from Yeon-jin's one eye. Yeon-jin (Negation): I deny!! you, the living!!!

Beyond Si-yeon's hatred, Yeon-jin, seeking to aim again at So-hui and Ji-min, raced to deny all life. The bitterness of never meeting the time in bloom, overstepping my place, I shall console. The bitterness of sending away the time longed for and longed for, overstepping my place, I shall take into myself. The grief-knotted voice that had to be smothered, unable to pour out, I dare, overstepping my place, cry it aloud and wail. I beseech, I beseech.

Yeon-jin, who raced veering past Si-yeon standing before So-hui, aimed first at the wounded Ji-min. Yeon-jin, with a shard of blade lodged in her eye, without a shred of hesitation swung the half-blade and aimed at Ji-min's neck. When Ji-min could not even respond in time, black water was conjured above Yeon-jin's head. By the black water that sank down like a great plumb weight, Yeon-jin was pressed down whole. Yeon-jin, able to advance no further, was drenched in the black water.

After felling Yeon-jin, the black water vanished without a trace. When Yeon-jin, toppled to the ground, staggered and struggled to rise again, a calm bare foot stepped onto the ground full of fallen leaves. The presence, its two eyes stained black, held a fierce, keen sorrow. I am sorry. Yeon-jin's mind was overwhelmed in an instant. It was a voice of apology heavier than the black water that had pressed her down.

Leave to this unworthy self your grievous bitterness, leave to this unworthy self the longing in bloom. Yeon-jin, unable to do anything, only listened to the voice that flowed out feebly. Please, go back. I ask this of you. It was a sincere apology and appeasement. Yeon-jin, who faltered, could not even look back and only took into her ears the voice that came cozy and warm. Again, Yeon-jin began to hold hatred. It was hatred and a snarling fury. It was a craving to deny life, to deny worth, and it was grief.

Shedding black tears from only one side, she turned only her head while still toppled. The steps that remain, seek the longed-for homeland and carry on to the very end. Yeon-jin (Negation): You will surely regret this. Upon Yeon-jin's single black gaze, a presence was cast. Yeon-jin (Negation): Conduit. Upon Yeon-jin's single black gaze was cast Yeon-hui, who held heavy emotion black and deep within her two clear eyes. Scene 04. EPILOGUE_01. She was trembling. She was trembling in agony.

Because she strained to endure the pain to the very end, her whole body trembled with cold sweat. Her stripped body was seated on an inexpensive chair, wrists and ankles all bound with the 금줄(Geumjul_Ritual Taboo Rope to suppress power). There was not even an ornament to gather her long hair. It was a gesture to somehow not lose the last edge of her own self, which she would no longer remember as the poison spread to its full. Hee-jin: I am sorry. It was a troubled voice.

It was a voice that held deep the guilt that welled up on its own, watching the pitiful figure trembling before her. It was a voice that had resolved to show the felt guilt to no one, to bury it deep. Hee-jin: Yeon-hui, they say, has awoken. At the voice that had gathered up its trouble, the corner of the mouth that had been enduring pain rose slightly. It meant relief. Hee-jin, who hesitated a long while, bit her lip and asked. The question was laden full with a hesitation she had not managed to cast until then.

Hee-jin: I ask you, for the last time. Even Hee-jin did not know what she feared that made her hesitate. It could have been attachment, or it could have been resentment. Whom she resented was all too obvious. That was certain. Hee-jin resented no one. She only resented herself. Hee-jin: Will you truly, be trampled. By me. I, I …. Hee-jin could not, in the end, speak. The voice that had trembled enduring the pain while bound answered with difficulty, for Hee-jin who could not finish.

What you must do, what you have decided to do. Do it. Scene 05. EPILOGUE_02. It was a morning of flowers in full bloom. The blossoms that had remained mere buds had burst their forms radiantly and were dyeing all around. Beyond the opened 창호지(Changhoji_Traditional paper-paneled door) window, the blossoms in full bloom came down in great abundance. The gaze, which could not simply enjoy it, turned with a fair and delicate tilt of the head. With two clear eyes, she looked at the window over which the blossoms hung.

Just a little, wait for me. It was a murmur raised small. Just as the voice she had heard, just as the emotion she had felt, she murmured small as if in reply, but the one who listened had once again left the place empty. It was a meaning answered far too late, but she did not resent it. Slowly turning her head again, she gazed blankly at the vanity table set before her. Her figure, already dressed in a somewhat deep-white 한복(Han-bok_Traditional Korean dress), was faintly reflected beyond the vanity.

Into her hair, gathered up round, she familiarly slid a 곰방대(Gom-bang-dae_Slender Pipe Ornament) topped with two pairs of butterflies as ornament. After letting out a small sigh, she closed the opened vanity and rose from her seat. Scene 06. EPILOGUE_03. It was beneath a great flowering tree in full bloom. From the small café in the refreshingly placed tree shade, calm music was flowing. He was holding two résumés.

The owner of the small café, who scratched his head vigorously as he looked at the two seated before him, awkward at the hair he had scratched hard, fumblingly set his hand in order and looked over the résumés again. Hyeong-taek: Um, this is really rude, but, my younger sibling is actually in treatment too, you see. Would it not be possible …. Hyeong-taek: No! No …. I don't mean it like that, it's …. I'm really fine with it, I just worried you might not be ….

Limping on an ailing leg, she rose from her seat and, as if to show it off, bent her waist and offered a spirited greeting first. At the greeting that seemed to say "just leave it to me," Hyeong-taek rose from his seat hesitantly and received the greeting in return. Hyeong-taek: Then, let's have you work split between morning and evening from tomorrow. We hired in a hurry because our customers suddenly grew lately, so if anything's uncomfortable, tell us anytime. Yes! I can do well. Hyeong-taek: Uh, well, um, then.

Hyeong-taek, with a very awkward air and gesture, barely bent his waist and offered a greeting again. The two, declining Hyeong-taek's greeting, offered a greeting again and stepped out of the café. Hyeong-taek: I'll see you tomorrow, on time. Ye-eun, Min-yeong.