Chapter 3: Misunderstanding
“Wow, finally!”
Jeong Yushin, who had become a beggar in appearance, shouted in front of the village.
Thinking about the hardships of the past three days, tears welled up in his eyes.
The survival guide his father taught him had been of no help whatsoever.
[Dad, teach me how to make fire.]
[Aah, this is how you make fire. Watch carefully.]
His father stood up, scraping the outer surface of a dry log.
As the rays of light passed over the log, smoke began to rise. His father threw some straw onto the log and stood back, folding his arms. After a moment, flames rose, as if they were waiting for it.
[See, easy right?]
"It’s not easy."
His father’s tough-guy survival guide included many other techniques, but none of them helped.
At night, he had to climb trees to sleep, and during the day, he kept walking. Thankfully, there had been no monster attacks. Perhaps it was because there were so many soldiers patrolling the road? He wasn’t sure.