episode_0336

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Playing baduk is called sudam (手談). To explain, it means a conversation with hands, and it seems like this is how a game is expressed.

Some people may say that this is just an act of throwing black stones and white stones alternately without saying anything, so what kind of conversation is this? So did I.

However, after learning martial arts from Namgung Soyu, I learned that I could have a conversation without having to speak.

A dizzying tangle of swords replaced sounds, and the breath felt through joined fists became words.

He could read the other person’s thoughts through their eyes, and infer their emotions through the shaking of the weapon.

[You can convey your thoughts more clearly than a hundred words.]

The person who claimed to be my teacher said this while shaking off his dusty clothes.

She showed a bright smile and held out her hand to me who was lying on the floor. As I stood up holding hands, Namgung Soyu’s eyes were shining and he had affection for me.

[What the saint said was correct. I had to swing the sword with will.]

The image of Maria swinging a large sword the size of her body and wiping the sweat from her forehead comes to mind.

She trusted me and followed me. Although she didn’t say those words out loud, the upright posture she held while wielding the sword said it all.

The same goes for Baduk, where players play with stones on a square wooden board, each with their own style.

If there are 100 people who play Baduk, there will be 100 different styles, such as the habit of placing stones, measuring time, and how to overcome crisis situations.

However, Isis was not like that. Isis’s Go was a game of pure chance.

Maybe it was my fault for not having any skills in baduk, but at least that was the way I saw it.

For Isis, who analyzed scores accumulated over decades or even hundreds of years, baduk was simply the act of placing stones in places with a high probability of winning.

There was no dialogue in it, and it was not fun.

It seemed like it was brought to me just because I needed to have something to kill time with.

Another week passed after Isis brought the checkerboard.

Is it because I spent most of my time, other than eating and exercising, watching the checkerboard? My ability to barely build a house also gradually improved.

Of course, this does not mean that it will defeat Isis.

“I lost.”

When I admitted defeat by placing a Go stone in one corner, Isis bowed her head and greeted me.

“Thank you for your hard work. Compared to yesterday, you endured quite a bit.”

“You didn’t look at it?”

I asked Isis, raising an eyebrow, and Isis shook her head.

“The difficulty is set to the same as the first time. My skills have definitely improved.”

“I guess it can be seen as a good phenomenon… If you put in that much effort for a week and your skills don’t improve, that’s a problem.”

“Most people will improve their skills if they practice repetition.”

I lay down on the bed, listening to vague compliments with one ear.

I felt the soft texture of the bed on my back. Soft and comfortable. It’s so comfortable that it’s almost unsettling.

Isis sat down and began to organize the Go stones.

The sound of slender hands picking up stones one by one and putting them into a container filled the room rhythmically.

“Isis.”

“Yes, please tell me.”

“When can I go out?”

“Safety not yet secured.”

Isis spoke while keeping her gaze on the stone.

“It’s already been a week since I said that. I don’t want to go too far. I just want to go out to this front.”

Although I was not able to read Isis’ thoughts through Sudam, I gained something.

“Let’s move the base instead. Outside of Aaru again.”

I’m making a suggestion that won’t even work.

“You can’t escape from here without the eyes of the ark.”

I am shocked to hear those words come out of Isis’s mouth.

“That’s right. But I really want to go out.”

Isis moves completely based on probability.

For example, even if I was 99% sure that I knew [Isis = the ark], the 1% possibility would not put pressure on me.

You must pretend not to know as much as possible and catch Isis off guard.

I wonder if it is possible to make AI let down its guard, but I think that the moment Isis’s suspicion becomes 100%, this free life will end.

Therefore, for now, the priority is to properly adjust to Isis and obtain the information necessary to escape.

At the very least, you should know what kind of environment you will be in when you leave this hospital room.

The scenery in the window is also fake, made from a display screen. It is not even clear whether this place is underground or above ground.

“Please wait a moment.”

“I can’t stand words like that. Promise me.”

“Are you talking about a promise?”

“Okay, before the end of the week, promise me you’ll get me outside at least a little bit.”

I stand up and look at Isis.

Isis, who was still holding the Go stones, rarely responded to my words immediately.

Churrr followed process of the baduk stones placed on the white palms fall into the container.

“…I’m sorry for being unreasonable. But it’s so frustrating that I feel like I’m going crazy.”

I’m putting pressure on Isis by talking as if there’s going to be a problem with my life.

“Okay. I’m taking you outside at the end of the week.”

According to NB, the purpose of the ark was the reconstruction of humanity.

It is a self-evident fact that I am needed for the reconstruction of humanity.

Since there is a man, there will be a need for a woman. If you look at the reaction, there is no one else but me.

Are there any frozen eggs? If that was the case, why didn’t I collect the seeds while I was sleeping?

Unsolved mysteries are intertwined like threads.

The more you try to solve it all at once, the more twisted it will become.

“Yes, and can you prepare something useful for self-defense? To prevent something like last time from happening, I think I need a weapon to protect myself. Something like an iron rod would be better.”

We have no choice but to solve them one by one.