"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 6 - child in the mirror
I feel bad when I see a child with a skinny face.
The younger rival lost interest in the mirror and turned around to play.
After playing alone for a while, he scratched his head.
I felt strange for some reason.
It seemed that someone was watching him.
I've never had a feeling like this before.
Involuntarily, he turned his gaze to the mirror behind his back. Then my eyes met with myself in the mirror.
Embarrassed for nothing, he raised his right hand and shook it vigorously.
huh? what?
I said something strange, and the child in the mirror is also raising his right hand.
Since it's a mirror, shouldn't it be on the same side, that is, the left hand?
Suddenly, I felt an unfamiliar feeling. I don't think it was like this before.
'Why are my hands different?'
Suddenly, I felt chills and goosebumps.
Looking back in the mirror, a strange smile hung over the child's mouth and eyes.
He's not smiling himself.
"Ahh!"
It tumbled backwards with a shrieking scream.
From then on, the child in the mirror began to smirk openly.
There was a knock on the door with a relentless scream.
“Ears, ghosts! Big, big mom! mom! dad! Help me!"
He was so startled that he even urinated.
But he spoke so clearly and no one came.
“Live… … please… … . save... … main… … count… … yo. this… … .”
The voice became as low as the sound of an ant crawling again.
I knocked on the locked door with my palm and fell asleep from exhaustion.
rattle.
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of food being put through the connecting hole.
What happened yesterday was like a dream.
Though I thought it was a dream, I didn't try to look in the mirror.
I didn't even go near the mirror because I was scared.
However, you cannot avoid the mirror forever in a narrow warehouse.
On the other hand, I was also curious about the relationship.
Is what I saw real?
Then how did the child who looked like me get into the mirror?
What kind of place is the world in the mirror?
Is it narrower than a warehouse? Will it be wide?
On the day when curiosity outweighed fear, I mustered up the courage to move closer to the mirror.
Fortunately, the child has not yet been seen.
She was determined, but when she stood in front of the mirror, she was terrified. So she quickly turned the mirror over before the child appeared.
On the back of the mirror is a picture of a beautiful fairy standing on her cloud.
I didn't feel much of it before, but seeing it now, she really seems to be flying through the sky.
I liked the picture of the fairy more than the mirror looking at the skinny eccentric child.
I thought that I would have to turn the mirror upside down for a while.
But that decision did not last long.
Has it been three days?
I wondered what the child in the mirror was doing.
The only things moving in the warehouse were the 'mouse', 'himself', and 'the child in the mirror'.
Curiosity grew so fast that he couldn't stand it, so he slowly turned the mirror.
The child's face brightened as if he had waited.
"evil!"
The opponent, who was so surprised, knocked him on the butt.
The child in the mirror covered my mouth and giggled.
"what… … . Do not laugh… … .”
The enemy enemy protested with a crawling sound.
Funny enough, the child grabbed his stomach and rolled around.
I vowed to myself that I wouldn't care what the angry rival kid did.
I hummed her deliberately and eagerly rummaged through her litter.
One summer day when I was sweating profusely even when I was standing still.
The busily moving child in the mirror suddenly jumped up from her seat.
She pretended not to know and turned away.
Even so, I watched it with a sidelong glance.
The child was holding a short stick and making strange movements on the warehouse floor.
'huh?'
It's like a movement I've seen anywhere.
Come to think of it, these are the moves his father used to teach his older brothers.
He himself did not learn as a child and only watched his father teach his older brothers.
Did he say ‘the nine thousand tax law’?
The child in the mirror held up a stick and wielded it all day, as if he was not tired.
Pretending to rummage through the stacks of odds and ends, she spied on her child's movements.
It is winter again.
No matter how strange it is, it seems that people eventually adapt. At some point, Yeonjeokha was no longer afraid of mirrors.
He sat in front of the mirror all day and watched the child.
He would even imitate the movements of his child with a stick.
not to learn It was so cold that I couldn't sit still.
As he moved along with the child, strange heat rose from all over his body.
It was good that he didn't feel the cold thanks to him.
While sweating profusely, he swung a stick after the child.
If you repeat the nine thousand times, half a day has passed by.
The child in the mirror performed the nine thousand years of practice nine times in the morning and nine times in the afternoon.
Yeonjeokha, who had nothing to do, also followed Ai.
***
At the end of the third winter, he is able to perform the ‘Nine-Thousand-Three Laws’ just like a child who is conjoined.
The child, who had been glancing sideways at him in the mirror, stopped his movement with a displeased face.
He seemed to be saying, ‘How dare you copy me?’
In the middle of the relationship, 'So! what? What?
The kid who snorted at him in the mirror changed his behavior.
From then on, a movement that was completely different from the ‘Gucheonsei Law’ that has been unfolding so far began.
Seeing the elated expression on his face, he seems to be saying ‘I can’t copy this?’.
The old man's face contorted.
Certainly, that seemed a lot more difficult than the ‘Nine-Chun Tax Act’.
The couple staring at each other imitated the movements of the child in the mirror.
But soon his hands and feet became dizzy.
The child in the mirror shrugged her shoulders and laughed.
Her face flushed, but she gritted her teeth and moved her body again.
The child in the mirror quickly moved on to another action as if he was nervous once Yeon Jeok-ha got used to her new action.
There were also nine new herbivores, just like the ‘Gucheonsaebeop’.
It was only after two winters that it was able to imitate the nine herbivores.
By then, the child in the mirror had become a boy.
***
When spring came, the boy in the mirror threw away the stick.
Then I took out something from the pile of books reflected in the mirror and read it.
I found a book identical to that one in the storage shed.
The scenery in the mirror was the same as inside the warehouse, so it wasn't as difficult as I thought.
The writing on the cover of the book was Sohak.
It is the same book he studied with his brothers until he was six years old.
I lost it when I was forced to learn the Analects by following his older brothers, but it seems that he was here.
Like the habit of dating, I imitated the boy in the mirror.
The boy sat cross-legged on his cross-legged seat and just breathed.
Then he opened the small crane again and touched various parts of his body.
He tilted his head in a row.
He has read Sohak a few times, but it is because he has never heard of such a thing.
However, the boy patted me on the head and laughed, then sat cross-legged again.
This happened over and over again for several months.
The rival enemy, who was imitating the boy, threw away the small crane in his hand.
Because he didn't have anything like that in his elementary school.
From one day, the boy in the mirror sat still and didn't open his eyes all day.
His elementary school was also placed where he had abandoned it.
Looking at it, it was clear that the mirror reflected the warehouse.
Except for the difference in what each other does, the boy in the mirror is himself without fail.
He is a ghost to mourn, but the experience of the past five years has made it clear.
Sometimes I think about it.
What you see in the mirror might be your imagination.
That thought only got stronger as time went on.
Naturally, the fear and vigilance towards the boy in the mirror gradually disappeared.
Who is afraid of his own imagination!
***
When summer came, the boy in the mirror revisited Sohak, which he hadn't read for a while.
He opened it halfway through to check something, then closed his eyes.
And he didn't even flinch like before.
I crouched down in front of the matching mirror and looked at the boy.
This is an illusion created by the desire to resemble his father. He couldn't think of anything else.
Suddenly, he saw a small crane spread out on the boy's lap.
Everything else seemed to be his own imagination, but I couldn't understand that elementary school.
I've never seen my dad so impressed while reading a book.
What's written on that book?
Why did the boy feel his body and nod his head?
I wanted to see the small crane spread out on the lap of the boy who was in love.
It seemed that if you approached closely, you could see the letters.
According to experience so far, the boy will sit like that all day today.
He approached cautiously.
Then he pressed his face close to see the small crane spread out on the boy's lap.
The cost of inattention was terrible.
Suddenly, the boy's hand jumped out of the mirror and grabbed the younger brother's hair.
"evil!"
A groaning scream escaped from his mouth.
Getting your head caught by a ghost in the mirror!
The boy in the mirror was not created by his own imagination.
The boy pulled the younger brother with terrifying force.
“Ah! Let go of this!”
I screamed and struggled, but in the end I was sucked into the mirror.
Strangely enough, the boy's body slipped out of the mirror as much as the enemy had entered.
In just one breath, the position of the boy and his partner changed.
“Puhahaha!”
The boy who came out of the mirror laughed loudly and hopped around in his storage room.
The rivalry frantically knocked on the mirror.
Bang bang.
However, the bronze mirror did not break.
He looked around with a confused look on his face. It is the scenery inside the warehouse that I saw in the mirror. Embarrassingly, he was in the mirror.
The serial killer, who was standing in the mirror world, looked straight ahead with blank eyes.
He was eating the hwagwon (花捲, flower bread) that a boy who looked just like him had been saving with a happy expression.
“Yeah, that’s mine.”
Yeon Jeok-ha spoke up with all his strength, but the boy didn't even look at him.
“It’s mine… … .”
However, after the boy ate all his fists, He stroked his stomach and smiled round and round. With a playful face devoid of worry.
[T.L :- AgusTus]
"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 6 - child in the mirror
I feel bad when I see a child with a skinny face.
The younger rival lost interest in the mirror and turned around to play.
After playing alone for a while, he scratched his head.
I felt strange for some reason.
It seemed that someone was watching him.
I've never had a feeling like this before.
Involuntarily, he turned his gaze to the mirror behind his back. Then my eyes met with myself in the mirror.
Embarrassed for nothing, he raised his right hand and shook it vigorously.
huh? what?
I said something strange, and the child in the mirror is also raising his right hand.
Since it's a mirror, shouldn't it be on the same side, that is, the left hand?
Suddenly, I felt an unfamiliar feeling. I don't think it was like this before.
'Why are my hands different?'
Suddenly, I felt chills and goosebumps.
Looking back in the mirror, a strange smile hung over the child's mouth and eyes.
He's not smiling himself.
"Ahh!"
It tumbled backwards with a shrieking scream.
From then on, the child in the mirror began to smirk openly.
There was a knock on the door with a relentless scream.
“Ears, ghosts! Big, big mom! mom! dad! Help me!"
He was so startled that he even urinated.
But he spoke so clearly and no one came.
“Live… … please… … . save... … main… … count… … yo. this… … .”
The voice became as low as the sound of an ant crawling again.
I knocked on the locked door with my palm and fell asleep from exhaustion.
rattle.
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of food being put through the connecting hole.
What happened yesterday was like a dream.
Though I thought it was a dream, I didn't try to look in the mirror.
I didn't even go near the mirror because I was scared.
However, you cannot avoid the mirror forever in a narrow warehouse.
On the other hand, I was also curious about the relationship.
Is what I saw real?
Then how did the child who looked like me get into the mirror?
What kind of place is the world in the mirror?
Is it narrower than a warehouse? Will it be wide?
On the day when curiosity outweighed fear, I mustered up the courage to move closer to the mirror.
Fortunately, the child has not yet been seen.
She was determined, but when she stood in front of the mirror, she was terrified. So she quickly turned the mirror over before the child appeared.
On the back of the mirror is a picture of a beautiful fairy standing on her cloud.
I didn't feel much of it before, but seeing it now, she really seems to be flying through the sky.
I liked the picture of the fairy more than the mirror looking at the skinny eccentric child.
I thought that I would have to turn the mirror upside down for a while.
But that decision did not last long.
Has it been three days?
I wondered what the child in the mirror was doing.
The only things moving in the warehouse were the 'mouse', 'himself', and 'the child in the mirror'.
Curiosity grew so fast that he couldn't stand it, so he slowly turned the mirror.
The child's face brightened as if he had waited.
"evil!"
The opponent, who was so surprised, knocked him on the butt.
The child in the mirror covered my mouth and giggled.
"what… … . Do not laugh… … .”
The enemy enemy protested with a crawling sound.
Funny enough, the child grabbed his stomach and rolled around.
I vowed to myself that I wouldn't care what the angry rival kid did.
I hummed her deliberately and eagerly rummaged through her litter.
One summer day when I was sweating profusely even when I was standing still.
The busily moving child in the mirror suddenly jumped up from her seat.
She pretended not to know and turned away.
Even so, I watched it with a sidelong glance.
The child was holding a short stick and making strange movements on the warehouse floor.
'huh?'
It's like a movement I've seen anywhere.
Come to think of it, these are the moves his father used to teach his older brothers.
He himself did not learn as a child and only watched his father teach his older brothers.
Did he say ‘the nine thousand tax law’?
The child in the mirror held up a stick and wielded it all day, as if he was not tired.
Pretending to rummage through the stacks of odds and ends, she spied on her child's movements.
It is winter again.
No matter how strange it is, it seems that people eventually adapt. At some point, Yeonjeokha was no longer afraid of mirrors.
He sat in front of the mirror all day and watched the child.
He would even imitate the movements of his child with a stick.
not to learn It was so cold that I couldn't sit still.
As he moved along with the child, strange heat rose from all over his body.
It was good that he didn't feel the cold thanks to him.
While sweating profusely, he swung a stick after the child.
If you repeat the nine thousand times, half a day has passed by.
The child in the mirror performed the nine thousand years of practice nine times in the morning and nine times in the afternoon.
Yeonjeokha, who had nothing to do, also followed Ai.
***
At the end of the third winter, he is able to perform the ‘Nine-Thousand-Three Laws’ just like a child who is conjoined.
The child, who had been glancing sideways at him in the mirror, stopped his movement with a displeased face.
He seemed to be saying, ‘How dare you copy me?’
In the middle of the relationship, 'So! what? What?
The kid who snorted at him in the mirror changed his behavior.
From then on, a movement that was completely different from the ‘Gucheonsei Law’ that has been unfolding so far began.
Seeing the elated expression on his face, he seems to be saying ‘I can’t copy this?’.
The old man's face contorted.
Certainly, that seemed a lot more difficult than the ‘Nine-Chun Tax Act’.
The couple staring at each other imitated the movements of the child in the mirror.
But soon his hands and feet became dizzy.
The child in the mirror shrugged her shoulders and laughed.
Her face flushed, but she gritted her teeth and moved her body again.
The child in the mirror quickly moved on to another action as if he was nervous once Yeon Jeok-ha got used to her new action.
There were also nine new herbivores, just like the ‘Gucheonsaebeop’.
It was only after two winters that it was able to imitate the nine herbivores.
By then, the child in the mirror had become a boy.
***
When spring came, the boy in the mirror threw away the stick.
Then I took out something from the pile of books reflected in the mirror and read it.
I found a book identical to that one in the storage shed.
The scenery in the mirror was the same as inside the warehouse, so it wasn't as difficult as I thought.
The writing on the cover of the book was Sohak.
It is the same book he studied with his brothers until he was six years old.
I lost it when I was forced to learn the Analects by following his older brothers, but it seems that he was here.
Like the habit of dating, I imitated the boy in the mirror.
The boy sat cross-legged on his cross-legged seat and just breathed.
Then he opened the small crane again and touched various parts of his body.
He tilted his head in a row.
He has read Sohak a few times, but it is because he has never heard of such a thing.
However, the boy patted me on the head and laughed, then sat cross-legged again.
This happened over and over again for several months.
The rival enemy, who was imitating the boy, threw away the small crane in his hand.
Because he didn't have anything like that in his elementary school.
From one day, the boy in the mirror sat still and didn't open his eyes all day.
His elementary school was also placed where he had abandoned it.
Looking at it, it was clear that the mirror reflected the warehouse.
Except for the difference in what each other does, the boy in the mirror is himself without fail.
He is a ghost to mourn, but the experience of the past five years has made it clear.
Sometimes I think about it.
What you see in the mirror might be your imagination.
That thought only got stronger as time went on.
Naturally, the fear and vigilance towards the boy in the mirror gradually disappeared.
Who is afraid of his own imagination!
***
When summer came, the boy in the mirror revisited Sohak, which he hadn't read for a while.
He opened it halfway through to check something, then closed his eyes.
And he didn't even flinch like before.
I crouched down in front of the matching mirror and looked at the boy.
This is an illusion created by the desire to resemble his father. He couldn't think of anything else.
Suddenly, he saw a small crane spread out on the boy's lap.
Everything else seemed to be his own imagination, but I couldn't understand that elementary school.
I've never seen my dad so impressed while reading a book.
What's written on that book?
Why did the boy feel his body and nod his head?
I wanted to see the small crane spread out on the lap of the boy who was in love.
It seemed that if you approached closely, you could see the letters.
According to experience so far, the boy will sit like that all day today.
He approached cautiously.
Then he pressed his face close to see the small crane spread out on the boy's lap.
The cost of inattention was terrible.
Suddenly, the boy's hand jumped out of the mirror and grabbed the younger brother's hair.
"evil!"
A groaning scream escaped from his mouth.
Getting your head caught by a ghost in the mirror!
The boy in the mirror was not created by his own imagination.
The boy pulled the younger brother with terrifying force.
“Ah! Let go of this!”
I screamed and struggled, but in the end I was sucked into the mirror.
Strangely enough, the boy's body slipped out of the mirror as much as the enemy had entered.
In just one breath, the position of the boy and his partner changed.
“Puhahaha!”
The boy who came out of the mirror laughed loudly and hopped around in his storage room.
The rivalry frantically knocked on the mirror.
Bang bang.
However, the bronze mirror did not break.
He looked around with a confused look on his face. It is the scenery inside the warehouse that I saw in the mirror. Embarrassingly, he was in the mirror.
The serial killer, who was standing in the mirror world, looked straight ahead with blank eyes.
He was eating the hwagwon (花捲, flower bread) that a boy who looked just like him had been saving with a happy expression.
“Yeah, that’s mine.”
Yeon Jeok-ha spoke up with all his strength, but the boy didn't even look at him.
“It’s mine… … .”
However, after the boy ate all his fists, He stroked his stomach and smiled round and round. With a playful face devoid of worry.
[T.L :- AgusTus]
