My Dad Is Too Strong

When the heat is about to subside, early autumn.

September 1st was the anniversary of my parents. Up to the third year, Han Min-ji smiled bitterly, recalling that she had cried a lot when the anniversary came. I think for a moment whether it is a good phenomenon to be calm over time, or should I be sad about being indifferent?

stale dust piled up in the kendo as much as old age.

It is said to come every year to clean up once a year, but it was hard to be as clean as before.

Roughly finished cleaning the Jukdo, wear personal protective equipment and fencing suit hung on the wall is hanminji.

Boooong!

Jukdo hit the air. Empty echoes began to resonate in my mind.

She wielded Jukdo, and the emotion of calling for nothing in the flow of time, throwing up. Then, about an hour later, he took off his protective gear and exhaled rough breathing. Her face and hair were drenched with sweat.

You have a wrong posture.

I told you you'd get hurt if you moved like that!

Somehow I heard my father's cry.

The cry of my father, who I hated to hear at that time. What a day not particularly my mother's day, the Jukdo all to swing. As a middle school student at the time, she was going through puberty. Although she is at an age where she is interested in decorating and hanging out with her friends, she had to do kendo twice a week after school.

'Grip.

Han Min-ji left the kendo and went up to the second floor.

The first floor was a kendo and the second floor was the house where she lived with her family. Now it was an empty house with no furniture or furniture, but it was enough to make the house itself reminisce. Han Min-ji looked at the kitchen. After kendo, her father cooked in the kitchen when she was full of complaints and kept her mouth shut.

tooth gain

a father who holds a frying pan and puts it down

fried rice

My father always made me fried rice.

It was a tasteless fried rice with nothing but ham, kimchi, and carrots, but it was really delicious. Maybe that's why. A spoonful of fried rice melted my face as if it had been a grumpy one.

"......."

Han Min-ji, who had been in memory for a while, closed the door and left the house.

It was almost 2 p.m. that Han Min-ji visited. On Sunday, Do-jun, who was working alone, bowed to himself and looked at Han Min-ji, who naturally sat next to him. Han Min-ji unfolded her laptop and said,

"I'd like to help. Is that okay?"

On Saturday, Dojun and Han Minji had been exploring the new class-A rift together. Mapping had been smooth. I collected all the data in the crack in a day. However, it took quite a long time to formalize it, upload it to the crack management system, and review it. Knowing that, Han Min-ji thought Do-jun would be working overtime, and her prediction was right.

Do-jun looked at Han Min-ji.

'Thanks for your attention, but I'm almost done. I'll just accept your heart.' Usually, Dojun would answer if he didn't ask for help first. Besides, she knew what August 1 was like for her......... Dojun closed his eyes, then slowly opened up and smiled, putting a bundle of papers on Han Min-ji's desk.

"A little bit more, is that okay with you'em?"

"Welcome. It's your chance to score points."

No wonder Han Min-ji smiles and shrugs her shoulders.

Although he knew it was her who worked hard every day without a break, Dojun decided to let her help him with his work.

Tick.

The hands of the clock run.

Five hours of white noise filled the keyboard or mouse click.

Before I knew it, the hour hand of the clock was heading for seven. The work is almost done, and now there's only a little left.

"Mr. Hunter."

"What?"

"Shall we have dinner?"

***

The crack management department is equipped with a variety of kitchen utensils, perhaps due to frequent overtime work due to the nature of its work. There was always rice in the rice cooker as well as ramen, and the refrigerator is full of various side dishes. Dojun took out a frying pan and covered it with cooking oil.

with a thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud.

Dojun took out ham and carrots and sliced them into small squares.

And kimchi was also cut into small pieces, and the prepared ingredients were put on a frying pan with cooking oil and began to be roasted. The heated cooking oil and ingredients meet and smoke rises with a crackling sound.

"......is it fried rice?"

"Yes. I thought this would be better than ramen. Do you not like it?"

"Oh, no. It's not like that. It's.........just......"

Soon the fried rice was finished.

There were no side dishes. Just a bowl of fried rice.

She looks at the kimchi fried rice, which is full of kimchi soup, to stimulate her appetite. Han Min-ji carefully tasted a spoonful of rice.

Soon, Han Min-ji's eyes grew bigger.

And try a few more spoons.

It tasted exactly the same as the fried rice that my father made for me in his memory.

"......how did you make this?"

"You look palatable."

"Oh, no... ...It's not about being right or wrong....... It's really good. It's delicious......"

blur the end of a word

After a while, Han Min-ji completely emptied the fried rice without a single rice paste.

"Director, I'm just wondering if...."

"Yes."

"You don't have the ability to talk to dead people, do you?"

Han Min-ji smiled awkwardly, realizing that it was nonsense.

"...I told you because it tasted the same as my father's fried rice."

"That's an honor."

Is it a pity that you ate all the fried rice?

Han Min-ji scraped the empty bottom of the plate with a spoon.

Then he opened his mouth.

"I told you before that my parents died."

When erosion first occurred on Earth.

I mean, 11 years ago. At that time, Han Min-ji's parents were killed by a Class A monster, Taego Snake. Han Min-ji had been traumatized by the Taego snake until a year ago because of the incident. It's only been fixed now.

"I don't know the details."

"...my parents ran a kendo shop. My father used to be a kendo player. Maybe that's why I learned kendo naturally. I hated it so much, but my father was so stubborn that I had to follow him."

Han Min-ji said, putting down her spoon.

"If I'm upset because of that, I think my father used to make fried rice often. Fried rice with ham, carrot, and kimchi. It was delicious. Why, aren't fathers better at cooking than mothers? My father was fried rice."

Han Min-ji, who was laughing at old memories, soon looked bitter.

"I asked my father a lot, 'What is she, kendo?'"

"I don't think gender is important in doing something."

"Yes, as you say, gender doesn't matter. You just do it if you want to, and if you don't want to do it, you don't. But ironically, I liked kendo."

"The only reason I've been whining to my father. Because they were different from girlfriends my age. Usually girls don't care about kendo. I thought my friends would think it was weird if I said kendo."

I didn't get it.

It seemed, dimly, to know how a young student of that age felt. Dojun continued to listen to Han Minji's story.

"Why were you so ashamed of kendo then? If I had told you I was kendo, my friends would have liked it more."

Do-joon nodded as if he sympathized.

"I'm walking on Hunter's path, and in fact I've been affected a little bit. I got the sword skill. I think I was lucky to wake up because I learned kendo."

Most of the time, 'awareness' turns into a skill related to a person's talent.

Han Min-ji looked at the callus on her palm. In the meantime, it is a sign that she has lived as a hunter.

"When people began to awaken and spring up Hunter, there were a lot of people who thought like me. So, it's kind of a bias. What kind of hunter is a woman? Or if you're a hunter, you're supposed to be assisting a male hunter.…."

by the time that actually happened

Women were unable to fully demonstrate their ability despite doing something. Women are weak, timid, and only disruptive. Overall, that was the case with social.

And. Han Min-ji, in spite of such difficulties, has been upgraded to an S-class hunter as shown.

in prejudice

"So I tried harder. To show that a female hunter is also helpful. As my father raised me equally, I trained and hunted every day so that other female hunters would have equal opportunities, so that they wouldn't be discriminated against just because they were women."

Han Min-ji must have been having a hard time at the time. When few women were engaged in Hunter's business at the time, she was, in a way, burdened with enormous pressure and burden as one of the Hunters representing women.

"Thanks to people like you, the world has changed."

"He, not so much as...…."

"It's not a female hunter, it's not just a thing that's taken for granted to be called a Hunter."

"......."

"Maybe those things could seem really trivial, but the effort to change them was never trivial, right? So, Hunter did a great job. You can take pride in it."

Han Min-ji instantly became emotional.

It felt like the efforts of the past 11 years were rewarded for every word Do-joon said. Dojun sincerely praised the things that no one knew about.

"Would you like another helping? Fried rice."

Han Min-ji smiled gently, wiping away tears from her eyes.

"Can I have two bowls?"

Dojun nodded with a smile.

Tick.

Han Min-ji must have been tired, but she was sleeping on her desk without realizing it.

Nine o'clock in the evening. The work is all done.

However, Dojun did not wake Han Min-ji up.

Instead, he took out a blanket and covered it with it.

For her suffering, she decided to let her sleep a little more.

Dropping.

Dojun opened the drawer and took out a piece of paper the size of his palm.

dimly-feeling spirituality The letters written on the paper fade away. A recipe with ingredients written on it. The most important thing is beef soda, which is added with three asterisks.

Whoo-hoo!

The paper that arrived from Guchon.

He responded to Dojun's chi and soon began to disappear with a blue glow.