3.
- All the special seats are sold out!
- Have you been like this since we got into the theater?
The actors were excited.
- No, it was a good thing we were halfway there.
- We're gonna hear a big actor at this point.
- Your youngest is a gem! Ugor!
Even in a third-tier theater in an alley, I had to be happy about the fact that VIP sold out.
However, as soon as I heard the planning of the next show, my facial expressions changed.
- You're gonna perform without a line?
They were surprised.
It was an unimaginable reaction.
- How the hell...
“Everyone thinks the opposite. ”
I said step by step.
“I don't know if you know, but the bloodstream didn't originally have a line. There was no script. It was just the origins of the bloodstream, manipulating the flame to come and go. ”
- He did?
- Mm-hmm.
The elders put their upper lips in front of the crowd as if they were vague.
‘Well, yeah. ’
If it is natural, it is natural.
I know it's me, but not these kids.
It's like 900 years ago. ’
Horses are nine hundred years old, rounded up to a thousand years old. The current designee knows what the primitive nature of the bloodstream looked like.
Only I can say it with confidence in this age.
“Brothers and sisters, for you, the designator has the ability to feel sadness just by looking at the flames. You know? It's a wonderful sensitivity. I believe you can awaken the senses. ”
-.......
“Rather, the ambassador gets in the way. Your acting sucks, not because you suck. That's because I think of the bloodstream as [someone else's story]! ”
I looked at one Hopgoblin.
One Eye.
One-armed.
Outer ear.
There were 10,000 actors who lost one place.
“You're all wearing shiny jewels to your heart. It's buried. As long as it's buried in the sand, it's like a jewel or a rock. I'll take you to the sand. And I'm going to help you guys really love acting. ”
- Boo, you're not embarrassing me.
I nodded.
“I mean it.”
-.......
“Seven days a week from now."
I put the error in my hand.
And I engraved [7] on the wall of the theater.
“I'm going to teach you how to come here without really sleeping."
The extracurricular class began that night.
4.
“Sit comfortably. Feel as comfortable as you can. You can just reach out. ”
The actors sat comfortably on the stage.
“Good. Shoulder shruggers? Speak up if you're uncomfortable. I'll massage it out for you. No? Okay. Let's get started.”
I opened my mouth in front of my superiors.
“Here. Often, errors are stumped into something spiritual. Rather," Awaken the spirit. "All I do is talk about words that I don't know. Brothers and sisters, let's express our willingness to inflict error. ”
- Uh...
The actors were a little embarrassed and caused an error.
A miraculous slithering spectacle.
I can't find my brother and I can't see his scent.
You can say [no talent] compared to the once-grade warrior Ubrica.
“It's not working, is it? ”
Actors shrugged.
- Ugh, um. Sometimes it works...
“Yes, there is a so-called [scratching day]. I'm in a good mood, and somehow my emotions are moving and the error is drawn out all the time. But that's not good enough. ”
- What if it's not enough...?
“From now on, you should be able to extract the cold error whenever you want. ”
- Ugor.
The seniors smiled awkwardly.
How good it would be to have it your way.
It was a smile that ate away the will of life and rooted at my mouth.
I smiled, too.
“Let me make you an offer. We don't use the word will here. It is true that [error] works according to will. But this [trigger of error] is never caused by the will. ”
- Hmm?
“The error is triggered not by will, but by memory. ”
That's my conclusion.
Drink up, it's the truth I learned in my master's world.
“You have to learn how to remember. It's not a crazy story like [how to raise willpower]. ”
- It brings back memories....
“Yes. Strongly. ”
I made serious eye contact with the Hopgoblins.
“Guys. Imagine the [ocean]. ”
The actors closed their eyes.
- Mmm-hmm.
“Remind me?”
- That reminds me.
“Okay, let me guess. Can you imagine the horizon stretched out to the sides? like a painting on a piece of paper. Pretty blue, right?"
The seniors nod in unison.
I glanced at you.
“That's the worst memory ever. It's a must-avoid memory association when handling errors. ”
- Ogre?
“You're not thinking about the ocean right now. I just came up with the word sea. With such a low memory, there is no end to error. Here!”
I clapped my hands.
“Stand up!”
Actors started dancing poorly.
“Imagine stepping on the sand this time. Ankle. Imagine the feeling of a toe drowning. Shoot it. It's running through your toes. They lock themselves in their ankles, and then they wrap them up and push them out again. ”
-.......
“What color is the sea water? Is it blue?"
- No, it's transparent.
“What about the water that flows between your toes? Is it hot?”
- It's cold.
“Cool. How about seawater? Clean as a whistle?”
- No... the soil grain is soggy.
“The waves swept through the dirt. Okay, so imagine sand stuck between your toes. The ankles are covered with tiny little dirt pellets. ”
- Mmm-hmm.
“I kind of hate that feeling. The grains are covered in salt water, so it's a little steamy. ”
- That's right.
“I went into the sea and drenched my calves. I don't like salt.What do you want to do now? What are you gonna do? ”
Each of the actors said.
- I'm going to wash my feet as far as the well.
- You came all the way to the sea to get wet, so at least swim...
- You don't have clams?
Okay. Okay.
“That's a much stronger memory. ”
I told you.
“Brothers and sisters, if you're ever going to think of something, don't start with words like [ocean]. Think of a very specific feeling, like [feel of the soles of your feet soaked in the sea]. Then your memories will help you. ”
I looked at the one-eyed Hobgoblin.
“What was it like the first time you thought of the ocean? The ocean was just blue, right? like a simple drawing paper. ”
- Ugor.
“But since you soaked your feet, what do you think? It's transparent.”
- That's right.
“Not only is it transparent, but it also reminds me of a strange feeling. He even thought about what he was going to do and how he was going to behave. That's it.”
Bringing back memories.
Thinking of the most specific feeling, like the feel of sand stuck in your toes.
If only it could be mastered, the error would naturally become intense.
“If only you had a memory. ”
Glug glug.
I simply lit a fire in my hand.
"Perhaps you can express hell with an error. The crisis of death is about forcibly planting memories in people. ”
-.......
“There are probably people who are naturally gifted actors. who's just throwing up sad feelings on his own and acting like he's really in the middle of a war. You must be jealous of that actor. You're gonna be jealous, guys. Can I tell you a secret about how they acquired their talents? ”
I spread the flame in my hands more widely.
“I have memories. ”
Trauma.
“How do I act like I'm in the middle of a real hell? It's simple, because the world used to be a living hell for him. Everyday, everyday. I'm stuck in the shadow of a memory that I can't escape no matter what I do. ”
-.......
For example, Ubrica.
The child who was the greatest warrior in the history of the stipulated tribe is the same.
He was severely ill with leukopenia.
For others, the sunlight was a hostile blade for Ubrica, and walking in the sun itself was a way to overcome the opponents. The child who placed the sun as the enemy naturally surrounded his whole body with an error.
“The [swordfish orchid] we're going to perform next week is a play in which Keketruecker is disappointed and angry with the salt. You're not Ketugger. It's not a salt, but is there one? I was disappointed in people. ”
I looked at the actors in turn.
One-Eyed. One-Armed. Outer ear.
I saw broken children one by one.
“Have you ever let people down? ”
-.......
“There's no way you wouldn't. ”
I stoked the fire.
“We've all been assholes, and we've all been assholes to somebody. Any one of you could be Ketugger. The salt... Ah... He's having a hard time. True existence is a child with difficulty. So I'm going to be the salt man for the next show. ”
No matter how special, there is a time limit.
I am the only one who can divide the play.
The remaining three actors looked up at me with six pairs of eyes.
- Then...
- The role of Ketugger is...
- Who's in charge?
“One of you. ”
I answered.
“I'll play for the best performer for a week. ”
Tell me something else.
“The person who is most strongly disappointed in people, who is disappointed, will play the lead role."
The elders were silent.
5.
- He's gambling.
The one-eyed actor's name was‘ Arica ’.
- Ever since I was a kid. When I was young, I went into the forge and ironed it. I followed my colleagues and learned to gamble. But he was talented. I think I got stuck.
There are several more miserable worlds in which there are those who are not talented.
One of them was gambling.
- There are times when you win a heap of gold coins a day. Then he buys a vacation home and lets me live there at all. I provide expensive home teachers and housekeepers. Do whatever you want to eat.
“How many days? ”
- Two years, three days short. Usually two months....
Arika, the one-eyed woman, mutters.
- When you win money from gambling, you do business with it. I do lodging business with gamblers. I lend money to fakes. Sometimes things work out. However, if the business is a little less....
Business always comes with strings attached.
If you are good at riding the flow when you are good, patience when you are not is ability.
- He's definitely trying to gamble.
Arica's father lacked the ability to simply endure.
- That's how you catch three gold coins a day. It's good to have a sale, but if you don't, you gamble. Father says it's a business and a way of doing business.
The one-eyed Arika sighs.
- I have no home. It was all a vacation home or an inn. There is no place to stay long enough to call home. If you live in the most gambling city and fail, it will be less than that, worse than that, more than that....
The one-eyed Arika slowly covers her head.
- One day, a woman came to the inn. I was sleeping in the inn a long time after noon because my lifestyle was a mess. Who's gonna knock on the room? I frowned and opened the visit.
"Are you Arica?
- Pretending there was something. I thought he was in trouble again. Sometimes people come to lend money to their father. Or maybe it was someone who worked at the inn.
Are you with your father?
No.
- I just woke up in my sleep. His face was completely crumpled. So I grabbed the door to the inn and quietly said that I would close the visit.
"Who are you?"
.......
The woman could not answer.
I left the inn in a hurry.
Arika, the one-eyed woman, closed the door strangely, and told her father about the woman who came to visit that day in the evening.
- She was my mother.
"......."
- I left home when I was three. You didn't recognize it.
Eyebrows bent from the forehead of Arika, covered by a hand.
- Everything's fine, but I keep thinking about the look on my face. I looked at her so annoyingly. I was holding the door hook. I don't like it. I don't know.
Arika looks down at the ground with one eye.
- Then why did she call me Mr. Arika? Why would you? I don't know. I heard my name was "Father" and "Mother" because I was thinking about it. Then why Arica? I don't know.
A murmur comes out.
- Fuck.
Next.
The one-eyed actor left, and the one-armed actor came in.
I stopped on the right shoulder, followed by a white tattoo on my torso.
- I'm a drug dealer.
The one-armed actor's name was Yumar.