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A day when the sky is dark and sleet is falling heavily despite it being daytime.

Cheonma, who came at his usual time, looked at me with a bewildered expression.

Now, when it’s time to exercise, Soo isn’t there and I’m just sitting there doing something, so it’s not strange for him to make that kind of expression.

“What are you doing?”

I stopped rolling the snowball.

“Let’s make a snowman. Is this your first time seeing it?”

He looks at me with an expression like, “What is that?”

What is it? You’ve never really seen it?

How come you don’t know this when you’re a liberal arts student?

I searched Cheonma’s memory for a moment. I never made anything like a snowman when I was a child. I don’t remember seeing anything like it.

Oh, there was no one to teach you.

Or is there no culture called snowman in this world?

Is that possible?

If you don’t know, just tell me.

I pointed to a snowman on one side of the yard. A little figure-eight-shaped snowman with arms on either side and a face made of sticks.

It’s a size that only comes up to my knees.

This is the snowman I made a little while ago to show Soo-oh a demonstration.

“It’s a game where you make something like that big. It’s hard to exercise when it’s snowing like this, right?”

I said that and turned my head back and rolled the snowball again.

This was created when a faded man’s memory suddenly shined.

A snowman made a long time ago. I should make one on a day like this.

Of course, there are other reasons.

I don’t expect much from this, but I’m making a snowman with the hope that it will turn out well.

I see Cheonma’s gaze moving back and forth between the snowman and me rolling my eyes.

Of course, I’m not making eye contact with the Heavenly Horse, but I can tell even without doing that.

I was at a loss as to what to do, so I raised my hand and pointed to the forest.

“So-oh went to get some ingredients, so if you’re bored, go and check it out. Or, come and roll your eyes like I did.”

I left the snowball I had made, sat down on the floor again, and pressed the snow tightly with my hands. Then I rolled it gently.

By the way, I am not bare-handed.

I’m using worn-out clothes as gloves by rolling them up.

It’s just cloth, so if you use it for too long it will get wet and give you frostbite, but it’s good for short-term use.

Roll, roll.

Roll the snowball to make it bigger.

The snowballs are completely white, either because there isn’t much pollution or because there’s so much snow that it doesn’t even touch the dirt on the ground.

Cheonma doesn’t do anything else and just quietly looks at me.

I roll the snowball as best I can. I roll it back and forth, changing directions several times so that it doesn’t roll into a cylinder.

Now, as I rolled the snowball over the fence that was buried in the snow, only traces remained, before I knew it, the snowball had grown past my waist and up to my chest.

Oh, mistake.

I was just rolling it around and ended up adjusting the size wrong. This.

It’ll be too big if I go all the way to where I made the torso…

I’ll think about it after I go!

I rolled the snowball again and parked it next to the snowball I had made when Cheonma arrived earlier.

As expected, the snowball is too big.

What do I do with this?

I can’t help it, I’ll just finish it. I lifted a small snowball. The snowball is quite strong.

Lift it lightly and shoot!

Well, it went up exactly. The snowballs were stacked in a perfect figure 8 shape.

But the lower body is too big, so according to what the man in my faded memories knew, this is it.

Kwaaah, the mass!

It means legsless.

I left the snowman and went into the house.

And then I took out the old clothes that were stuck in a corner of the room and came out. These are all So-oh’s clothes.

These are all clothes slated for disposal.

Unlike me, Soo-oh is very active, so his clothes get worn out quickly. However, Cheonma sends them to him often, so he has a lot of extras.

I just brought the top and put it on the snowman.

Then I picked up a few rocks lying around the house and put them on to make facial features.

Soo is running hard now carrying a branch, so it will be finished soon.

But even though my appearance may seem strange, isn’t it too much to look at me? I walked up to Cheonma. And I raised my arm and pointed to the kitchen.

It’s a particularly warm place in winter.

“There’s snow on my head. If you want to watch it instead of standing around in the cold, go to the kitchen.”

She blinked at my words.

He made a face like he had heard something very strange. So I asked Cheonma again.

“Why?”

It was the moment when Cheonma was about to open his mouth.

“Your Majesty!”

Soo-oh spots Cheonma and runs towards him with a large bundle of long, thin branches. Even though the snow is piled high, he doesn’t slow down at all. Behind Soo-oh, his footprints are scattered here and there.

If I walk there, I’ll sink deep…

I don’t know about anything else, but I envy that way of moving.

At that time, faded memories brought out something strange again.

Not a complete answer. Lack of practice. These words sparkle. What is this guy’s memory asking of a kid who has only been learning martial arts for a little over half a year?

Anyway, we have to finish the snowman. I told Soo, who brought the materials.

“So-o. Give me the branches.”

“Wait!”

I feel like I’ve been rebelling more and more recently.

Self-reliance is increasing. That’s great.

At this rate, I think I can leave here within 2 or 3 years. Then, the age of the first snow is 17 or 18.

At this age, you are considered an adult in this world.

I’ll take care of what I need to do by then.

It’s a memory.

It may seem like a trivial experience, but sometimes, things like this support people without them knowing.

People who don’t even have this and people who have this have different numbers of times they can grit their teeth.

This clenching is an essential skill.

Of course, having these memories doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll get them, but if you can increase your chances, you should work on it.

Since you are learning from Cheonma, you will definitely grow stronger. You will kill those who block your path and convey your warmth to me.

lol.

I wish I could cause something like a bloodbath in my faded memories.

Anyway, it seems like it’s too much to hope for.

“Musaboo! Musaboo, let’s make a snowman together!”

As Soo-oh speaks in front of him with a big smile, Cheon-ma makes a very troubled expression. It’s really funny. He’s like an adult who is flustered because he doesn’t know how to play when his child asks him to play.

I’m already past my childhood days, but it wouldn’t be a bad idea to give it a try once in a while.

That’s that, but I need to finish it quickly, so why isn’t this guy coming?

“Stop holding on to Cheonma and come quickly.”

“Yes.”

You’re finally coming.

As I pointed down with my finger, Soo poured the branches he had picked up onto the ground. I found branches that looked like hands and stuck them on either side of the snowman I had just finished making, only the face and body.

Hands on!

While I was at it, I added some small decorations to the body and head.

“Completed.”

A snowman with an oriental feel stands in the middle of the yard. It’s a shame that his lower body is a little fat, but that’s what happens sometimes.

Clap clap clap.

Soo-oh laughs brightly and claps his hands.

I saw So-o, who was having fun, and Cheon-ma, who was looking confused and not knowing what to do next.

You don’t know how to have fun. If I made this, shouldn’t I make it right away?

“Okay, let’s make some soo-o too. And while we’re at it, let’s make some cheonma too.”

“Me?”

As I added later, Cheonma was startled. This guy. He’s been acting strange since a while ago.

“You two don’t wear statues, right? If you do, wear gloves. You must have seen how to do it, so let’s make it.”

“No, I am a So-oh practitioner… ….”

“It won’t be a big deal if you play for a day or so.”

Cheonma’s expression is not very good. Is it because he has never done such a thing in his life? How do you lead him?

Make it easy to understand.

A few faded memories come to mind… … .

Let’s do this.

“Are you so bad with your hands that you can’t even make a snowman?”

“Make it much more beautiful.”

Hmm! That scratched nicely.

Just like I did, Cheonma also sits on the floor, makes snowballs, and rolls them around to make snowballs.

Soodo followed suit, laughing out loud next to him.

But the sight of a blue-skinned beauty making a snowman in oriental clothing while the snow is falling heavily looks like modern art.

In the world where the man in the faded memory lived, it would be difficult to do it without modern technology, as it would require CG or makeup.

It’s hard to see completely blue skin unless it’s on a corpse, right?

Cheonma and Soo are happily making a snowman.

I went under the eaves and sat down. When I took off my slightly wet gloves, my fingertips were red. Judging from the fact that So-oh’s fingers never turn red no matter how much he touches his eyes, I guess Cheonma-do doesn’t need gloves either.

I looked up at the sky as I watched two people making a snowman.

Snow is falling heavily from the dark sky covered with dark clouds.

And the surroundings are very quiet.

That’s because the snow acts as a sound absorber.

But it’s not quiet to me. Rather, it’s very noisy.

Because I’m watching over a hundred harvesters moving.

Even with so many people, the cold doesn’t go away. I need the warmth in the light, not the connection.

The cold that makes my breath freeze, the fingers that have light frostbite because of the snow, are different from the cold I feel. This is hot.

I thought the heat would bother me, but the cold bothers me more. It makes it clear that the cold I feel is not due to the temperature.

I saw a finger whose tip had turned red.

This is a statue. I pressed the reality.

Then my fingers immediately turned white. They returned to their original color, as if they had never felt the cold in the first place.

Not only my fingers, but the coldness that had filled my entire body had disappeared. However, the cold deep inside was still there.

I don’t think the cold winter will get any better.

While they were blankly staring outside, the two of them eventually joined forces to make a snowman.

When the finished product was a three-story snowman that was about three times the height of a person, I burst out laughing.

After all, where there are people, there can’t be no snowmen.

There are two people in this seat.

Hehehe.

So, Cheonma.

Do I look like a human?

Are you living a human life to the point of covering up the truth that you are a monster?

I learn from failure.

The second one is not possible. It’s too much to not call it by its dangerous name.

So I will be your kind neighbor. Even when I die someday, I will be sure that you will be able to call me when you see the traces you left behind.

Let’s get along well.