Chapter 21 – Episode 21: Nightma 上
Should I say it felt like I was in a swimming pool for the first time in my life?
I can’t express the feeling I felt on my skin.
This feeling is difficult to describe in human language because it is not a human sense.
Han Ye-ji awoke from her dream her, but I remained in her mental world her.
The shooting range is nowhere to be found, and what you see in front of you is a long corridor.
The situation is a mixture of various things, from old parts dimly lit to glamorous ones under the spotlight.
She picked up a glass marble that had been left unattended on the floor without being displayed.
The memory of the elementary school student Han Ye-ji’s partner next to her running with a lunch plate and knocking over.
The old marbles on the floor were all like that.
Things that aren’t very memorable.
After walking a little further, I saw a large picture of a convenience store in a dazzling gold leaf frame.
It’s not like there’s an access restriction fence like in an art museum, so I approached and touched it.
This is the moment I signed her with her.
It’s not even been half a year, and it’s a memory that’s hard to forget.
All sorts of splendid decorations were attached to the spotlight shining from the bottom to the top on the gold leaf frame, perhaps because it was a very happy memory.
There is a white dog doll the size of a human palm and a large monster enlarged by a hologram on top of it.
There was also a picture of a harmonious family blurring in the soap bubbles.
Are these exaggerated memories and blurred memories?
I went through her memories of her and came across a large door.
‘Special planning hall?’
A memory that occupied an entire room, probably because it contained too many thoughts to be a fragmentary memory.
Unable to overcome my curiosity, I immediately opened the door and entered.
The one in the room was Han Ye-ji from her elementary school days.
5th grade or 6th grade? Looking no different than she did in middle school, she was standing in her school yard.
Her picture frames hung innumerably like a panorama.
Every time I touch it with my fingertips, a clear memory is embedded in my brain.
The first thing you see is an adult woman with her face blurred.
Are you a mother or a teacher?
‘A man must be protected.’
Men are tall and women have a lot of muscle mass.
It is the physical difference between men who were in charge of gathering and women who were in charge of hunting.
Even as time passed and mankind developed rapidly, the differences in their bodies did not change much.
Therefore, no matter how big the boys are, women should not hit men.
A man is something that a woman needs to protect.
It was a story that teachers had been talking about since elementary school.
And the young Han Ye-ji didn’t particularly refute it.
Because I had a younger brother.
Even my parents who passed away told me that my older sister should protect her younger brother her, and since she is a woman, she should protect the boy.
Even if it wasn’t for that, she would have taken good care of her younger brother her as an older sister.
A woman shouldn’t hit a man.
At least, I thought that the short life of elementary school student Han Ye-ji, about 10 years, was right.
Until that day comes.
The touch of her fingertips is gritty.
The frame in which the picture hung was now depicted as if it had been roughly smeared with oil paint.
A male student who is famous for having a bad temper in the class had an argument with Han Ye-ji over the lunch distribution issue.
A light incident that would happen in any elementary school in the world.
“This is an orphan with no parents!”
“What?”
“That’s right, you are an orphan!”
As if he had found a weakness, the male student exulted shouted loudly.
Now it didn’t matter who was wrong and who was good.
A young Wisdom swings her fist and punches her boy in the face.
Elementary school is a state before boys grow taller.
The male students, who are neither big nor physically fit, swing their fists at each other, but the fight ends in vain with nosebleeds.
What happened after that was obvious.
Han Ye-ji, an orphan, has no guardian, and with her nosebleeds bursting and her eyelids bruised, the boy’s parents rushed to school.
Her father her, her child her, pointed at her her Han Ye-ji and cursed at her for years to die, and her mother her, her child her, sternly behind her, did not even think her to stop her.
But what happened after that was unclear.
“Student Yeji Han’s parents passed away while fulfilling their duties. You seem a bit harsh.”
A young female teacher intervenes.
Han Ye-ji’s mother was Hwa-sin, while her father her was from the Confederate Army, and she told them that they died in an unfortunate accident during the defense of the city.
It was only then that the mother of her baby’s face changed and she reacted, but it was already too late.
“So, what was it about! Any incarnation is everything!”
The young father screams, her face flushed.
If it were my world, the teacher should have stepped back in a sweat and the proud father should have screamed more.
But the scene in front of her is different.
A sudden silence falls in the classroom.
The teacher who was typing stops her hand her and the old teacher who was flipping through the newspaper puts it down.
The homeroom teacher, who was watching the situation between Han Ye-ji and her male student her, also quietly wakes up.
The eyes of the teachers inside the office gather in one place.
A young female teacher strides forward and suddenly cuts in between them.
“Hey, what did you just say?”
“No, did I say something wrong? If it’s a child of an incarnation, can I make a child’s face like this!”
The red-faced man shouts to the end.
Now, it was rather the boy’s mother who was embarrassed.
Behind her, she sits politely in her chair, then jumps up and grabs her baby daddy’s shoulders to dry them off.
“Isn’t your son swearing at the incarnation that died first?”
“That’s why you hit the kid!”
The homeroom teacher pats Han Ye-ji on the shoulder and sneaks her out of the classroom.
“It’s okay, go home first. Next time, don’t hit me and tell the teacher first.”
Tuk-tuk, Han Ye-ji, who was hit in the head a few nights without hurting her, heads home with her confused face her.
Because she had to pick up her little brother her on the way home.
She was in the office as if she were a criminal, and she didn’t understand why she was released without incident.
Perhaps if you watch this scene together now, you will understand.
Why was she not punishing herself.
Rather, the boy who was beaten started to be bullied.
How the boy’s father was treated at the parents’ meeting.
Even the fact that rumors spread to the boy’s mother’s company because of a post posted by a student, and she moved in half a year.
However, young Han Ye-ji knew nothing.
What the shouting behind my back, the sound of things breaking, and the sound of tables tipping over mean.
A man who screams and cries because the teacher is a fan of people, and a woman who rolls her eyes when she sees her husband being beaten and goes wild.
I was too young to understand the voice of the girl and the schoolteacher arguing with her.
The only thing she felt when she left her office was how wonderful her late parents were and how much respect she had for her incarnation her.
Images of incarnations and constellations lodged in the depths of her unconscious.
Perhaps it is because of this memory that she pampers me and fools around with her.
For Han Ye-ji, constellations are more than social norms.
When she was young, both her teachers and her parents told her, ‘Take care of the boy,’ to the point of putting scabs on her ears her.
When it comes to Constellations and Incarnations, such trivial things didn’t seem to matter.
Being the child of Hwashin and a military couple who sacrificed themselves for the country had tremendous power in this society.
Just like the instructor at the academy gave blind support for running hard.
From the upper grades of elementary school to the third year of middle school, to the high school days before signing a contract with me.
In every nook and cranny of her life her, with her fanatical faith her in the constellation, people about Han Ye-ji touched her unconscious.
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Wake up from a dream
Like the feeling of someone pulling the back of your head in a running water pool and pulling it out, the feeling of coming out of some kind of flow.
As expected, after Yeji Han woke up from her dream of her, as if time had passed, she was eating lunch.
‘…But how do I use this?’
It’s good that you’ve learned the basics of dreaming.
Because I could understand why Han Ye-ji was so clingy to me, pampering her and feeling the burden.
At a young age, it was deeply imprinted that the Constellation was a greater being than her parents and teachers of her, so there was no help.
So?
Eventually, she learned that one foreknowledge would make her cling to me and dedicate herself to pleasing me, but she didn’t really go too far.
I can only wait to go from lucid dream to nightmare again tonight.
After all, it was impossible to be full on the first drink.
This isn’t a mobile game with a bad balance, and you won’t be able to grow rapidly with just one skill.
“Cadet Han Ye-ji, to the location.”
“To the location!”
After lunch, Han Ye-ji stood in front of the shooting range that kept appearing in her dreams.
There are a lot of mannequins walking alone as if they came out of her dream, whether they were made with advanced science technology or the power of the constellation.
“Start training!”
“Initiate!”
Maybe it’s because the marksmanship instructor is a military-related instructor, and for some reason, he raises his gun while shouting, “Good luck.”
Then, he stances like a soldier and shoots his gun precisely at the head of a black mannequin that appeared from afar.
‘He shoots much better than me.’
Even if you make a rough estimate, it is a mannequin that jumps out of 300m shaking its body from side to side.
A bullet fired without hesitation hits her in the head, and her hands her move busily.
The bullets fired in a certain rhythm break down the black mannequins without missing anything.
“The shooting condition is good, keep it that way. Get a wider view!”
Time passed, and drones appeared.
From the perspective of looking at the same place as Yeji Han, the screen is turned to the viewpoint of the mannequins.
A few drones are also seen creeping out of the model sewer.
“I opened my eyes wide and didn’t look properly!”
Worried that I will be deducted points again, I try to move my hips in front of the computer, but
As if the instructor’s cry her reminded her of her dreams her, Yeji Han lowers her gun.
There was a black drone flying low and sneaking up on a white mannequin crouching behind cover.
Tung, the fired bullet passed the side of the crouching white mannequin and accurately shot down the wing of the drone, and at the same time, a large hologram emerged.
[97.8 / 100]
Even if it wasn’t a perfect score, it was a score that far surpassed her highest score.
