The Great Sword is not the Main Body!-Chapter 142: Trial (5)

“What is this... Gimi Sanggung?”

“Pheuheu... Yes. Gimi Sanggung.”

“Well, Dad won’t die even if he drinks poison.”

“That’s right. That’s why... I’m making Dad do Gimi Sanggung.”

“Oh my, you son of a bitch.”

A sharp word, and a happy smile in contrast.

Dad put everything I gave him in one bite with a bright smile on his face.

“Oh, my. Bye, muger.”

Even though the steam was rising.

With a bright red face.

With an expression that said he was going to die from the heat.

I also smiled brightly and put everything in one bite as I watched Dad move his chopsticks diligently to place potatoes and meat on my rice bowl.

The potatoes were hard.

The meat was tough.

The soup was bland.

The rice was chewy.

Ah... It really didn’t taste good.

“Is it edible?”

I nodded while chewing the meat that I couldn’t even chew.

“Right? Keuhahaha! Only those who know how to eat know that. Eat a lot, my baby.”

Rough hands trying to cover up their regret and gratitude.

I swallowed the meat with all my might, feeling it.

After emptying the things in my mouth with such difficulty, this time, meat that looked a little soft and tofu that looked normal came up.

Dad who ate the ugly food himself and gave up the pretty food to me and my mom.

Dad who fed me and my mom the most delicious food every time he ate.

Dad who hated moving while eating.

Dad who never showed that he was annoyed when me and my mom wanted water, and got up faster than anyone else and brought me water without hesitation.

Dad who secretly picked pretty flowers and showed them to my mom and got scolded every time.

Dad who knew my mom's mood like a ghost and bought me something delicious even after skipping lunch.

Dad who always picked my mom up on the way home from work.

Chocolate in February.

Candy in March.

A gift in May.

Pepero in November.

A gift in a sock in December.

Even our wedding anniversary. Mom's birthday.

My birthday.

Dad, who took time off work every anniversary to take care of our family, and worked harder than anyone else on his own anniversary.

My beloved dad.

"Dad."

"Huh."

"Dad... how could you do that?"

"...what are you talking about when you're eating? Does it taste... bad?"

"No... I'm not your biological child... but you treat me like one."

Dad, who put down his spoon with a look of confusion, straightened up.

"What are you talking about all of a sudden? Why, who said what? What kind of kid-"

"No... that's not it... I'm just curious..."

Curious.

Worried.

Fearful.

Fearful.

Dad carefully lifted his chopsticks and picked up a well-cooked potato with a small sigh.

“We’re family.”

Then he placed it on my rice bowl and smiled warmly.

“Do you need another reason?”

I put the ripe potato that was on my rice bowl again in my mouth.

It was soft.

It was hot.

I couldn’t laugh.

12.

“Oh my? Noah, why did you come to see me? Dad?”

“I came with you... Dad is over there.”

“Really? Then why are you out here instead of in the car?”

“I want to see Mom soon. Hehe...”

“What’s wrong with him?”

Mom’s hand that was stroking my head flinched and trembled.

“But... Did Noah cry?”

“Oh, no...?”

“Really?”

My throat felt like it was getting choked up, so I barely nodded. My mother, who had been smiling mysteriously for a while after seeing that day, smiled gently again and held my hand tightly.

“Oh, your hands are cold. Let’s go quickly. I’ll make you soybean paste stew today.”

“Ahh...”

My mother’s bright red hands.

Rough hands.

And swollen hands.

But, such soft hands.

I held her hands tightly and followed her.

“Did you eat lunch?”

“Yes... Dad made it.”

“Really? What?”

“...Soybean paste stew.”

“Oh my.”

My mother laughed.

“How was it?”

“It was, it was delicious.”

“Ugh. Noah. Mothers have the superpower of knowing all the lies their children tell.”

Her index finger tapped my mouth.

Then she spread all her fingers and gently caressed my cheek.

“Um... Ma, it was tasteless.”

“Right?”

“Yeah... The soup was bland, the potatoes were undercooked... The tofu was all crumbled, and the meat was really tough... Ugh... And the rice... It was like porridge... Ugh, ugh...”

“That’s right.”

Mom’s arms wrapped around my body.

The air in my warm, fluffy padding went out.

“When we get home, Mom will cook it for me really deliciously.”

“Ugh... Ugh...”

I nodded and buried my face in Mom’s padding, which had lost all its fur.

Just as my crying gradually subsided.

“Anyway, your dad... What did you say you were preparing this time?”

Shocking words came out of Mom’s mouth.

“Ugh... Yes, yes...?”

“It’s our wedding anniversary tomorrow. I’m scared that we’ll have another accident this time... Did you tell me anything else, Noah?”

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“Ugh... Ah...”

Mom’s arm gently pushed my body away.

“It’s our 20th anniversary... Did you blow up a balloon this time?”

“No...”

“With the emergency fund I saved up last time, did you buy a ring...?”

“Uh...”

Mom smiled mischievously at my expression and placed a hot pack on my hand.

“I wonder if your dad knows my ring size.”

Then, as if she was really happy, she hummed and slowly walked to her dad’s car.

15.

Eating a meal in a warm house.

Choosing a ring with dad without mom knowing.

When dad said that we should all eat tangerines together, we came out to the living room.

We sat around the small dining table.

And, watching a slightly tragic family documentary.

Putting a tangerine in Dad’s mouth, who was getting angry.

Putting it in Mom’s mouth, who was sighing in confusion.

I carefully opened my mouth.

“Dad.”

Dad, who was chewing on a tangerine that was still partially peeled, gulped down what was left.

“Uh.”

“If... Mom and I fall into the water... Dad has to save Mom first. Okay?”

Dad’s eyebrows rose.

“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”

Mom’s expression also became strange.

“I... I look like Dad. I have superhuman blood in my veins. So... I have to save Mom, who is a normal person, first.”

“Noah, what are you talking about all of a sudden?”

“I had a scary dream yesterday. Hehe...”

I leaned over and linked arms with my mom, savoring the comforting scent whenever I smelled it.

Seeing that, my dad snickered and said confidently.

“No, not a sloppy superhuman like you, but a real hero like you, Dad, can save both of us.”

Then he hugged me and Mom at the same time, and shouted in an even more °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° confident voice.

“Don’t worry. I’ll definitely save both of you.”

“...No, Dad... has to save Mom.”

Dad’s arms tightened.

“Dad, do you trust me?”

“Sob... sob... no... but... sob, Dad will-”

“It’s okay. Everything’s okay. No matter what happens, Dad will solve everything, so our family just has to trust Dad.”

18.

Taktaktak- I glanced at my mom, who was skillfully cutting radishes.

“Mom.”

“Huh?”

“Mom... likes helping people?”

Tak- Mom stopped cutting and looked at me.

“Why all of a sudden?”

“Just... right now, if you look, the side dishes next door are being prepared.”

“Hmm...”

Mom picked up the knife again and started cutting, quietly muttering with an incomprehensible smile.

“Honestly, it’s not good.”

“But why do I do it...?”

“Because I need it.”

I put the neatly cut radishes into the pot and took out the large pieces of meat that were boiling in the pressure cooker.

“There are people who need my little help.”

“Mom... is having a hard time.”

“But Mom is happy.”

Mom, who was wearing vinyl gloves and tearing the steaming meat, smiled brightly.

“When I open my eyes in the morning, when I work, when I get home, when I cook dinner, before going to bed, and when I’m sick. Mom is always happy. Thanks to our family.”

And then she put the meat, which was torn into bite-size pieces, into my mouth.

“It’s not domestic, but if you think about it and eat it because this is Australia, it’s domestic beef. How is it? It’s soft. Hehe.”

Mom who always thought positively.

Mom who didn’t just criticize others, but tried to understand the reasons why they were like that.

Mom who always smiled even when she was criticized and ignored by others because of the burns on her face.

Mom who thought I might be teased.

Mom who came to my school wearing a mask and being careful.

Mom who told me she loved me four times a day.

Morning, lunch, dinner, and before going to bed.

Mom who found happiness in helping others.

She was quick-witted and knew what I wanted.

My mom, who noticed all my worries first.

Even though she was using the cell phone I had been using for two years, she said it was good, that the new product was different.

My mom, who smiled brightly.

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My beloved mom.

“Mom.”

“Huh? Should I give you more?”

“...I love you.”

“...Yeah. I love you too, Noah.”

I hugged my mom tightly, carefully holding her with the plastic gloves so that they wouldn’t touch my clothes.

Just a little more.

I want to feel this happiness just a little longer.

I don’t want it to end.

“Let’s go next door together later, Mom.”