I'm still alive

a giggle on a stick

A bowstring pulled to the limit gives a terrible scream.

But I don't care where I am, and I don't have my ears full of the sound of the bows, and I enjoy the wind that passes by my eyes very quickly.

The atmosphere, airflow, and all the elements that exist in my space that lick my whole body come to me with the electrolyte of nerves.

When I opened my eyes, a space that only felt distant came to my eyes.

At the same time, he makes eye contact with a black guy who cries and slits his neck to this side.

tung shang.

The arrows that left the bow show create a beautiful curve on the gray drawing paper.

I enjoy the tremor of the bow and demonstration and capture the trajectory drawn between dusk and dusk in my eyes.

And as I slowly put down the bow, the black guy's head explodes while secretly looking over here from the roof of the building.

a calm tremor and pleasure from the hit

I opened my palm for a moment, then held it again and uttered a little exclamation.

The old man who was looking at me down there shouts with an excited face.

"How is it! Is it useful?"

"End it!"

I jumped down the barrier with a bright smile.

From here to the floor, it's slightly above the second floor, but I stepped on the floor as if I was familiar with it, and the old man welcomes me with no change of expression.

And I lifted a furry bow, about half my body.

A high level of tension and a good grip that fits your hand.

On top of that, it had a strong durability that did not cause cracks no matter how much I pulled it.

I was worried that all the last crossbow was broken when I saved the two men, but now I can put it down.

"You should have told me if you'd made something like this, Teolbo."

The old man accepts the bow and the textbook I hand him and calls out the name he misses after a long time.

Only a few hours ago when I discovered this.

After all the crossbow was destroyed by our activities, we began to think about alternative products with vague thoughts.

Half the day you're just worrying about it.

I was able to find Teolbo's secret workshop, which I had never known, in the Eden tool warehouse where I accidentally entered to find the wire.

There were a lot of cool weapons in the studio that were made available to the furbo in the real world.

The first thing that caught my eye was an old case with my old man's name clearly written on it.

And when we opened the case, we could find these two bows we were holding now.

Arrows and arrows that must have been made by hand.

It was a high-powered luxury bow that was similar to a recurve style, but with a simple exterior structure, it only scratched the strengths of each modern bow.

And the bow hung on one side of the studio with hundreds of arrows, where the owner, Teolbo, was supposed to give us, along with a simple beginner's use, left a notebook full of essential behavioral manuals.

"Grandfather, I did everything you asked me to do!"

And as soon as the old man took the bow with a fluttering face, Kim Joong-won came up from behind, calling the old man vigorously.

He had just come through hard labor and wiped off his sweaty face with a towel.

We express our friendliness with a face where all the confusion and fear that we have shown have disappeared.

And the old man also tells me by hitting him on the shoulder as if he had suffered.

"It looks like it's done. Let's go fast."

I nodded and put my bow on the desk.

Then he followed the old man and Kim Joong-won, who were walking ahead, and took a step toward the gym building, which he could see near that block.

the occasional voice of Mr. Jungwon and the old man

That night's deal, which was made under the name of cooperation, turned outsiders who had come after a long time into sympathizers to help with our plans.

Now it provided a comfortable chattering acquaintance.

And while we were chatting like that, we arrived at the gym door before we knew it.

"Oh, you're here."

Choi, who was guarding the gym even before the door opened, greeted us warmly.

The old shirt and rubber band pants he borrowed from us were already full of dust and dirt, and by half the age, sweat was still flowing from his head.

But his hard-looking face was hung with a handful of pretentious laughter.

The old man set the tone, but there was no threat to them at the dinner that day.

We've only guaranteed safety and satisfied a little bit of the reason for coming here.

Of course, I didn't know the value of the spot I promised them, but I lost my sense of money because of isolation for a long time.

It must have been a lot of money for the heads of families in charge.

And Choi, who is smiling continuously, treated us as if he were taking care of our CEO.

Heads down, hands politely in the middle.

Of course, he had such a bright smile on his face that it looked more humorous than obsequious.

And the old man smiles back as if he can't stop it.

"Erai, snob! Is money that good?"

Then Choi smiled and wiped the sweat off his forehead slowly.

"Is there anything as scary as money, usually now? Of course, the monster I met last time was scary, but it's less scary than starving my family."

The old man laughed at the answer, but he didn't give any scolding or nagging.

Because Choi and Jung-won, who are drying their sweaty shirts, know they're not just moving out of personal greed.

Perhaps sweating for the same purpose and intention, we could feel a light, feathery, yet free bond.

And the old man and I smiled faintly and went into the gym guarded by Choi.

Sometimes the existence of affection and loyalty creates a trust that cannot be built on people.

But it is an uncertain wine that needs to be aged long enough to be eaten.

I and the old man, who knew such a man's attributes so well, had neither believed them hastily nor hoped for trust.

And instead, what we chose was a deal through the interests that we had been using since the early days of Eden.

We motivated them, and they provided us with labor.

Although it's only a short time,

Having regained psychological and physical stability, they worked really hard and greatly reduced the preparation time they had set for a week.

a satisfactory result

The old man smiled gladly as soon as he opened the gym door, and soon began to turn the generator on one side.

Then the lights on the ceiling of the gym lighted up and the surroundings turned bright.

"I moved it the way you gave me, sir."

Then Choi came forward as if he had waited and said, pointing to what the old man had ordered.

In the direction of the polite hand, there were explosives (TNT) piled up with clean vinyl.

Of course, it's not a huge amount, but apart from that amount, that item was not something that an individual could carry.

But we, who needed explosives, were able to find them in the ruins of Shin Seoul National University, which was the site of the struggle in the past, after a long search of four years.

The old man carefully approached the front of the explosives with a short answer, "Well done, old man." Soon he carefully cleaned the vinyl and checked the condition.

Really neatly stacked explosives, as we asked.

I didn't have much to worry about because it was a good product with guaranteed stability.

Me and the old man smiled faintly like a child who had solved one homework, and soon walked to the middle auditorium to check out the last thing in front of them.

But at that moment, Mr. Jung-won, who was drinking water in one chair, asks me a question.

"By the way, what's that black sack over there? They told me to move it, so I brought it, but......... it was incredibly heavy.”

The amount of explosives is not very large, so it would not have taken much time to move.

But the biggest challenge for the two working people was that one in the middle of the auditorium.

It was large in size, but it was quite heavy, as it was piled up in a black sack and could only be seen weight.

And I answered the question with a faint smile, only saying, "Wait a moment."

Flapping.

The old man, who trudged to the center of the auditorium, stroked the black sack for a while, and soon tore the tape off without hesitation and moved it aside to the side of the screen.

What emerged at that moment between the fluttering dust and the winds and the dust was a heavy-duty bike of exhaust, bearing a flash of silver and black.

"Killing me."

The old man grinned as he swept the bike down with his right hand, and I couldn't hide the excitement that came after a long time.

Funny story, but wasn't the bike once a man's dream?

Of course, it is a common object outside the blockade area, but for us who have been stuck in gray cities for years, the means of transportation itself was an unfamiliar word.

And the two men who carried the bike here also ask if they were excited unexpectedly.

"Wow, isn't this the B series?"

A bike with a brand-name logo on it.

The men gathered here and gathered around the bike, which looked as if they had gone back to their childhood.

And while living a quiet life, I was excited for the first time in a long time and hurried to touch the fluttering fuselage of Paris.

This bike was something that I and an old man really stumbled upon while patrolling the neighborhood.

Of course, at the time of discovery, most of the parts were rusty and broken.

After four years of steady collecting and painting parts,

It had now been restored to the point that it would not be far behind the new one.

Manager Choi, who was looking at the bike for a long time, comes out and asks the old man.

"That's... ...that's cool, but what did you bring it for? The sound is so loud that I don't think I can ride it."

Although they were dumb, they were familiar with the basic habits of the people through the broadcast media.

That is to say, we also know how dangerous the existence of noise-causing vehicles in this gray city is.

A nearly running tube and a comparable level of bike.

It was no different from suicidal behavior to ride it across a city crowded with them.

"That's why I brought it."

But the old man answered the question like reciting it and jingled the bike key that was hanging on one side.

Yes, as Choi said, "If we were like each other, we would have removed our bikes by swearing and saying, "Are you crazy?"

However, we have long repaired the bike, thinking of the noise itself as a means for the day.

And now that the giant is just around the corner, we gas bikes that have been as old and sweet as children.

"You remember everything we told you last night, don't you?"

And when he finished putting in all the gasoline, the old man asked Kim Joong-won and Choi, who were in a daze, wearing equipment one by one.

Then the two looked at the old man's face in surprise, and soon nodded as if they knew everything.

What we taught and taught in a passionate voice last night.

The two were nagged to death and instinctively began to move up.

"Hehe, by the way...….”

"Huh? Why?"

The old man answers the question by pressing down on his motorcycle helmet.

Black clothes and shiny motorcycle helmets.

The old man must have waited for this day and was looking at us in great style.

Choi, who was smiling at the scene, carefully wiped off his sweat and asked the old man.

"What are we riding on? Do you think we could...….”

"No, yours is over there."

And the old man pointed to another sack lying on one side of the auditorium, saying as if nothing could be done to Choi, who covets the back seat of the motorcycle.

Unlike the neat black one, the bag was a blue one with dust and dirt, which apparently looked very old as if it had been left unattended for a long time.

And I approached you as if I had waited and cleared the sack.

"Ay......."

When the bag was removed, Jung-won looked sullen and pout his lips.

And at the sight, the old man laughed and dragged the bike to the gym door, and I laughed and clattered the falling bike bell as well. What was inside this bag was a rental bicycle that we had picked up one by one from the Han River.

They were painted with Pororo characters, which Chae-yeon might like.

"You know how to ride a bike, don't you?"”

At my question, the two began to walk here with a weak nod and a gesture.

Are you ignoring the bike? It's not only silent, but also the best way to travel faster than walking.

But I felt so sorry for the two men who were sullen, so I drew an M as if they were asking me to take out my meteoric fan.

Strangely, the expression gets worse.

* * *

"Don't be nervous, you just have to drop the stuff there and hide."

And the time of appointment came.

In front of the front gate of Eden, where there is no one, we begin our final inspection for today's event, and look up at the sky where the bright sunlight is heating up.

It was worthwhile to pick only good days when the black guys became most insensitive.

"It's not scary......... that little...….”

The two men, who boasted to only trust themselves when they showed big money, were looking at us with a face to be a little scared when the event approached.

However, he cannot say that he can't because of an old man who is changing the Supreme Prosecutors' Office.

Two men, crying and eating mustard, were poking their teeth into a bicycle-connected handcart.

A rear car with a lot of explosives and two bikes to carry it.

I finally began to wear the equipment laid down beside the guard post, connecting the loud-sounding cans to the old man's bike.

The ceremony, which was always lonely for the two of us, somehow I felt as if I could hear the bright voices of the party from the radio I was holding.

"Dong-yoon."

The old man, who calls me low, carefully massages my shoulders to see if I have similar feelings.

And I said to the old man wearing a motorcycle helmet, accepting the furry bow and arrowhead that I had put down on the floor.

"I'm not nervous, so don't worry."

The days of nervousness and fear have already gone too far.

I have buried even the flesh and the nerves in my source, and with such a light heart I have repaired my shoes.

It's nice that the weather in spring is just right.

And I felt good thinking that the party would come far away to play.

Slowly I took the bow forward and ran towards Eden's main gate.

"Oh, my......... I'm all grown up, now."

Behind the back, the brusque old man's voice grazed through his ears.