558 – Canning (4)
As I’ve mentioned often, I myself am amazingly focused.
Concentration is patience, that is, the ability to match mental strength. And mental strength is meaningless if it is not supported by physical strength.
This part is possible because I received basic training from my father.
My father wanted all three of my siblings to become knights before Lily was born, and I was no exception.
However, whether it was because he resembled his mother or because his physical talents had not developed, he groaned whenever he was trained.
He even collapsed from dehydration while training in midsummer, which shocked his father. Since then, training has given up halfway.
Still, he somehow raised his stamina. He said that stamina would be important no matter where he went, and that he had something to write about someday.
Thanks to this, when I pick up the pen, my concentration is not interrupted. After gaining divine power, this point increased further.
‘It’s not a white room, why are you doing that?’
I looked at Carls, who was lying on the floor, wondering. While begging to be sent out, he fell asleep from exhaustion.
He clearly stated that he did not need to sleep or eat, just work.
In addition, the white room is a forest with a waterfall, an environment where grass insects cry, and so on. Helped me not to go crazy.
But within three days, they clamored to be sent outside. I didn’t understand at all.
‘I can’t do anything else.’
There is one old saying. A writer must have a heavy butt.
It is said that you have to sit in a chair for a long time to see results. This also includes the meaning of not doing anything else.
I completely agree with this, because my parents often did other things before they died in an accident.
If I feel stuck while writing, I rummage through YouTube, and if I feel like I get stuck again, I get up and lie down on the bed, and then time flies by.
Even after writing it in a hurry because I wanted to be f*cked, nothing has changed. It didn’t even work for three minutes, let alone three days.
Even this, after my parents passed away, I just wrote like a real lung. Maybe it was to forget the sadness.
‘Isn’t there no YouTube or internet here, so I just have to work?’
But there is nothing to play with in this world. It’s not empty talk, but there are few games that can be called entertainment.
I recently spread Go, but even that spreads slowly, and there is a board game similar to chess, but only people who play it.
Anything worth playing among commoners? It’s not a lie, it’s not real There are things that are busy to eat and live every day, but there is almost no entertainment.
Even executions are known for entertainment, so that’s all I said. This is also the reason why Zeno’s biography was so popular.
So I didn’t understand any more. If you don’t have anything to play with, shouldn’t you work with a happy heart?
I don’t know why you’re in pain I thought Carlz enjoyed drawing too.
[Doesn’t it bother you when you force yourself to write?]
After reading my thoughts, Mora asked in an absurd voice. I thought deeply about this.
There will be no day as happy as the moment when a hobby becomes a job. I was like that in my previous life too.
However, I felt the difference between pro and amateur. Amateurs can finish it as a ‘hobby’, but pros have to continue it as a ‘work’.
You have to write even on days you don’t want to, and if you do it throughout the year, your income will be hit hard.
I published serially to see comments rather than income, but it is not different from being hit. It means fewer people watching.
‘It was like that in the past, but what about now? There is no such thing.’
Not now.
From the biography of Zenon to blood and steel. Both of these works are works that I want to write.
It’s prophecy, saint, nabal, and more of an incidental part. I prefer to giggle while watching the readers’ reactions.
Same goes for income. According to my father, there are too many gold bars in the warehouse, so I’m thinking about investing.
Even if time goes by, the reason for writing a book will not change that it is a pure ‘hobby’.
‘Of course, if someone forced me to write something I didn’t want to write, I’d rather cut my wrist. But blood and steel is what I want to use. I’ll be responsible for what happens later.’
It’s a fading memory now, but I’m sure everyone knows it. The incident where Leort and Lina noticed my true identity at first glance and put pressure on me.
Compared to the Kingdom of Terse, they treated me like a gentleman, but at that time I felt skeptical. He said that just writing a letter is hurting his family.
Fortunately, it was resolved thanks to readers protesting during the hiatus, but even after that, I was constantly skeptical.
I had to write it even though I didn’t want to do it in my previous life, and I wanted to write it after reincarnation, but I felt like I couldn’t use it because of people around me.
All these words are meaningless now. Except for the devil worshipers, no one can directly interfere with me.
Take responsibility firmly, but write with a sense of enjoyment. This is the mindset I currently have.
Because of that.
“Mr. Carls.”
“······”
“I know you’re awake, so tell me.”
“······I want to become a stone for a while.”
It was impossible to let Carlz go like this. Canning is not over.
Carlz lay on the floor and didn’t think of getting up. I don’t want to get up and go back to work.
He is also a person who loves art, but if you do something that is not a hobby, you will hate it even if you are like me.
“You don’t have to focus only on the sketch I gave you. You can draw another picture if Mr. Carlz wants.”
“Zenon.”
“Yes. Please tell me.”
“How can a person dig into just one? All three days.”
Carlz asked me a question without even thinking about getting up. I looked down and met his eyes.
There was a mix of emotions in his eyes, a mixture of admiration and awe for me.
“No matter how much a knight is, it is impossible to show that kind of concentration. It is an indomitable mental strength and perseverance that is different from the arc.”
“Is that so? I’m not sure.”
“hahahaha.”
When I tilted my head and wondered, Carls let out a big smile. It is an absurd response.
Instead, he took divinity, so it’s not like he couldn’t guess at all. It may be the effect of the penance you received before.
Either way, from Carl’s point of view, I would feel terrifying. It would be similar to how I feel great when I see my father and brothers.
“Let’s go. Let’s get up first and start working. What background do you want this time?”
“Well······”
Carlz, too, seemed to have calmed down to some extent, and slowly got up.
Then he looked around the room filled with white and asked me.
“Is this space going to change as Isaac wants?”
“Yes. It changes as I imagine.”
“Then can you show me the scene in blood and steel? It’s only imaginary.”
“Well?”
My eyes widened at the unexpected question. there was such a way
It’s okay if I haven’t experienced it myself. The forest where the waterfall flows and the bonfire under the night sky were nothing but imagination.
There is no doubt that Carlz is a reincarnated person. If you say, “You just imagined it~”, he will understand and move on.
‘But isn’t this because Mora reads and changes my thoughts?’
[Nope. The background changes according to your imagination. Even when I was taken away by my mother, you changed it as you wished, didn’t you?]
Mora immediately answered my questions. Because it was a private story, the voice rang only in my brain, not the entire white room.
Then wouldn’t it be Carls too? After thinking about it, I opened my mouth.
“What about Mr. Carlz?”
“No. I can’t imagine it. I think it will only be Isaac.”
[It’s because Carlz has almost no divine power. On the other hand, Isaac is the second most numerous mortal.]
This time, Mora’s voice echoed throughout the room. Carlz flinched at her words, but then nodded.
I listened to her and nodded, then paused. The second among mortals, then the first is Kate.
Most likely. Kate is currently rumored to have surpassed the Pope in terms of divine power alone. That’s because I’m not interested.
“Okay. Then what do you want?”
“I want to see war portrayed in blood and steel.”
“What do you mean?”
It was a question I didn’t understand, so I had to ask again. I have been consistently depicting war, but what is lacking?
Carlz began to explain my question with a serious expression.
“I’ll tell you in advance, it’s not that Isaac’s description is lacking. It’s just that the world itself is far from common sense, so it’s hard to explain with pictures. This is no different for me.”
“Please continue to explain.”
“As you know, I am also a person who is far from fighting in war. The description of shooting a gun, the description of a bomb exploding and disintegrating a limb, the description of a tank roaring loudly, etc. Unless you see it with your own eyes, how powerful it is. I don’t know if it represents.”
“So what Mr. Carlz said, please show me what kind of scene it is for a more precise illustration?”
“Exactly.”
I think you know what I mean. Blood and Steel features illustrations of certain scenes as well as mechanical weapons such as tanks, planes, and battleships.
During the invasion of Poland, bombers were bombing civilians, or during Operation Sickle, tanks engaged in blitzkrieg, and so on.
What is difficult to explain with description is supplemented with illustrations, but even that is not enough.
Carlz doesn’t know how powerful the bomber is, and he doesn’t know the movement of the heavy yet nimble tank.
“If you show it, you mean you can describe it with a picture?”
“It’s much better than Isaac-sama’s explanation. Oh, of course, it’s not that Isaac-sama’s explanation isn’t enough. It’s just that the worldview itself is so different.”
“I understand. Then…”
Here again the roads diverged. After thinking for a while, I asked Carls.
“Which one do you want? I can show you every time I draw an illustration if you want.”
“To be honest, I don’t need a person. The sketch that Isaac sent me is enough. Just tell me how brutal and merciless the war in blood and steel is.”
“If that’s the case…”
There is one very suitable one. It was a scene that properly showed the horrors of World War II and was a textbook of war films.
Instead, this is a scene from a movie, so it’s hard to imagine. The scene changes to Jung-gu heating because it focuses on the horrors of war itself rather than the main character.
Above all, I did not experience it firsthand. Even if you hear the sound of a waterfall or a bonfire, the limitations of the video are obvious.
‘Mora-sama?’
[Do you want to describe what happened at the time, or recreate the scene in the movie?]
Mora, who was reading my thoughts in advance, brought out the question I wanted. I chose the latter here.
It is a movie that boasts a sense of reality that is no different from the real thing, even though there are very slight historical errors.
To the extent that a veteran of the Korean War is soaked in remorse, saying, “The only thing different from that time was the smell.”
Everyone would have expected it by this point, but the next thing Carlz will show is the Normandy landing operation in ‘Saving Private Ryan’.
It is also a scene that properly shows the horrors of World War II, called ‘Bloody Omaha Beach’.
“I’ll tell you in advance, you might be in for a big shock. Is that okay?”
“It’s okay. I’m bored, and I’m willing to risk it for a better illustration.”
“······”
That’s an attitude I’ve seen many places. who was it
[Is that you? You who did things without thinking.]
It was me! I got used to it somehow.
I smiled bitterly at Mora’s words, then closed my eyes. I close my eyes and think of that scene in the movie.
A beach with crashing waves. Steel structures embedded on the beach. Lastly, the weather was overcast and gloomy.
Dozens of landing craft cross the sea beyond the beach where the salty wind blows.
“Uh, uh uh? Where is this? Could it be the sea?”
As I was imagining it, I heard Carl’s embarrassed voice. I opened one eye and looked around.
Carls and I were all in the landing craft across the sea. With American soldiers all around.
Unlike American soldiers who wear military uniforms, we are wearing the same clothes we were wearing. somewhat heterogeneous
[30 seconds before landing!]
The soldier driving the boat from the back spreads three fingers and shouts loudly. At the same time, the commander in front issued an order.
So far, it’s just like the movie. I closed my eyes again, waiting for the tragedy to happen in thirty seconds.
Soldiers praying to God or vomiting from tension. Soldiers grabbing their rifles with shaking hands.
The commanders encourage the soldiers, but he himself is also nervous.
And so the landing craft reach the beach, and as the entrance opens, you hear…
Drurrr
It was the sound of Hitler’s chainsaw.
******
After that, time passed and the bloody Omaha Beach scene ended.
“Oooh!”
“Are you okay?”
“Ah, no… Wook!”
I patted Carl’s back hard.