Hermit Wizard

It was around the age of eight.

It was a robotic cartoon that played on television every day at 5: 00 p.m. Titled "Soul Warrior Parvashe. ”

A soulfighter, so it's a title without a soul mate. It also feels a little vague, as the name Parvash is similar to the large dog in the 19th century to the verb ( dead) set in the Netherlands, but this cartoon has become incredibly popular.

Until then, robots in macro cartoons were merely concepts of “riding” metal cubes controlled by the protagonist, but our Soul Warrior Parvashe was a giant robot with a self-contained soul to match that honest title!

Skidding in passive mechanisms. This unique robot that collaborates, communicates, sometimes talks, and squeaks with the protagonists of national students has ravished us, and has dominated the daily lives of our peers. That's the era of Parvasse.

It took me a while to get Parvashe Robot Toys into my hands, a treasure that all the kids of that time had because of the poor quality.

And finally, the day I sneak up on my uncle who came to play at my house and get Parvasse after Zorn... I fell in love with this toy.

Oh, I'm gonna play with this all the time, I'm gonna keep playing with it!

I fell asleep with my toys in my arms that day, and I had a strange, long dream.

It looks like someone with a very tall face who can't see me. He said, "Toothless.” Kick your tongue and reach out. Then a blue light begins to shine on my body. As the light shrinks and becomes smaller than before, the tall person disappears from the room.

And how much time has passed.

There's another change in the space he doesn't have. A cool breeze blows through the luminous flock that flows in my chest, and I wander through the room.

Uh, no! For some reason, I thought I shouldn't send that wind like that. As I like that, I wake up to the sensation that I've never felt before in my whole body. Feels like warm, dry water is moving in your body.

Soon after I read my thoughts like this, the wind began to twist, and I was dragged towards me. It seemed like someone was pulling him by force. The wind hovered around me in such a way that it disappeared, digging towards the toys in my arms.

It was a strange dream.

I looked at Parvash, a robot in my hand, with my eyes open in the morning. Somehow, I felt like this toy had changed a little since I slept overnight, but soon I forgot about it.

* * *

After a few days, I played with Parvasse toys without getting tired. Then one day, I fell on the floor of a tablecloth and faced a toy with one hand, playing a role pole.

“It's a big deal! Parvash! The Duke of Kaiman is on the planet Metal! ”

“Dangerous! Parvash! I need Tier 2 Power! ”

“Parvasse! You don't have enough energy! Soul Power Open! ”

“Parvasse! The people in the streets are in danger! I have to rescue him!”

“Parvasse!”

“Parvasse! ”

Perhaps at that time, I was as sincerely hoping as I was pure.

I want to be like a protagonist in cartoons. I want to be a soulful robot and a coworker and defeat the villains. I want to talk to Parvash. Just as the protagonist, an ordinary national student, became a warrior of justice, I wish that had happened to me.

I wish Parvasse had come to me, too.

It was then. The strange sensation I felt in my strange dream a few days ago tickled me. Something like warm and dry water sways in my head. Then he flowed down and stayed in the palm of his hand for a while, then disappeared from his fingertips with a bitter feeling.

Last time I felt that sensation, my hand was filled with Parvasse, and my gaze naturally turned to the toy.

And then I felt like Parvasse's “eyes” were moving, just a piece of green plastic. My head perceived that Parvasse was looking at me, although there was no movement in his blunt eyes, not even the pupils depicted.

And, finally, it's what he first told me.

[You, I only speak 36 times today · · ·. Shut up, please! Shut up and go outside and play! Don't touch me all day, don't roll around, please go outside!

And don't get your head any closer! Sting! “Push-shoe-shoe!” Fire “!” Stop saying such crazy things! More saliva!

And I don't know what that means! I don't know what that means, but please tell me one thing at a time! You want me to give you two levels of power, or you want me to unlock the power of my soul, or you want me to save people, just one of them! Of course, I don't understand what this is all about, but at least speak with context!

Oh, and shit, what the hell does “parvasse” mean! I don't know what it means! This world is a lame history, so there's no record of akashic records! And you don't understand what I'm saying. It makes sense to pass on my will and not understand what I'm saying!

Oh, I can see how I'm suffering from this psychotic wizard who hasn't even started germ cell division yet, but if you summon me and succeed in the iceberg, you're a genius. Why don't you listen to me for a few days and talk to me alone about some weird crazy shit?! What's wrong with you? What's the problem?

· · · Huh? Why are you suddenly so quiet? Hey! Why are you falling? · · · Do you hear me? Do you hear me now, you crazy XXX from an early age?!]

“ · · · · · ·. ”

After a while, I felt scared and cried.

* * *

She suddenly couldn't understand the day when she ran away and burst into tears with a toy that she played so well (“Ow! Mom! Parvasse curses!”), scolded, beaten, and eventually taken to the hospital. My claim that toys speak there was diagnosed with delusions and actions to attract the attention of parents, and everyone considered it a problem to be solved over time.

But, of course, time didn't solve it.

“What do you mean, Parvash, where the hell did you come from, unless you came from planet Thor? ”

[...!]

“No, the cartoons say that Parvash came from the planet Thor to the alien world. Oh, come on! Stop cursing! And I'm not a wizard! ”

[...!]

“Channel? What channel? MBC's 11. Stop cursing me! I have some channels in my body. I'm Thereby? Stop being weird. ”

[...!]

“I'm the only one with a channel? Strange, my house doesn't even come out of SBS. Why is that only for me? ”

My mother, who was holding Parvasse toys in the corner of the room and looking at me in the dark while muttering alone, quietly approached me and raised her hand on my back.

“Min Joon, do you want to see SBS? Do you want to go play next week because there's an SBS at my grandmother's? ”

My mother kept talking to me to distract me from one toy that was unusually obsessed with delusional temperament. But at that time, I was distracted by Parvash's words that resounded in my head.

[If you can't even see the channel in your body, you can see that the horsepower circuit is blocked. No, at first, if you don't listen to me and suddenly change, it looks like you've pierced the entire telepathic receiver system in your brain with magnetism. But it's a tremendous gift.

If we can leave someone like you like this alone, we can see that this civilization is magically ignorant. Although, if you do not have access to this dimension of knowledge, it is clear that it is an incredibly young world that has not yet been listed in academic records.

By the way, what tasteless savior sowed seeds in the body of a child? Hey, what were you dreaming about that day? Say it again.

Oh, and don't touch me with your snoring hands, you son of a bitch!]

Parvasse says a few times and repeatedly, I have a long blue crack in my chest. And they called it the "channel,” and through that passage Parvasse came out into this world.

Looking down at my chest, all I could see was, of course, a dull cotton t-shirt.

* * *

Even a child notices. No, some of them are more sensitive because they're young. Either bullying, teasing, ignorant gaze, pounding.

- Yoon Min-jun is crazy. - He talked to a toy.

The children began to distance themselves from me.

There were only a few transfers, and my mother, who felt burdened with the cost, did not take me to the hospital anymore. At this point, my mother had the right to throw away this toy, but my mother did not.

There was also a doctor saying that if I suddenly separated, my symptoms could worsen, and my mother, who firmly believes that this division was born out of a lack of affection, would be hesitant to suddenly eliminate the object I cared about. Besides, I don't have any other friends around me anymore.

After less than a year, I realized that my head was a little thicker and no one believed me. At the last school that changed grades and went to transfer, I no longer told the story of Parvasse. Then, his friend was not very handsome because his personality had already changed timidly, but he was not at least openly bullied in the school. No one knew the rumors about me.

And the conversation between me and Parvasse continued in the house.

By that time, I understood that Parvasse was not a hero from the planet Thor, which appears in cartoons. Yes, my Parvashe was not a Soul Warrior who came to protect Earth from aliens.

Despite realizing that, and despite the fact that he couldn't understand the placenta of the grumbling horses in my head, I liked to talk to him. I still called him Parvasse, but what that name already means has changed to something more than a robot in a TV cartoon.

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