Lay down your arms

Give up the fight

Throw up your arms into the sky

You and I...

-         In The End Of War     -

This filthy, filthy world is truly not a place to live in. The cries for help and the cries of suffering from wounded people all over their bodies covered with wounds from war are pitiful. The ruins are very depressing.

A tall, slender figure in a long black robe walked along the path stained with the blood and corpses of the city's bravest soldiers, holding a scythe.

What do humans want in one lifetime? Power, money, fame, honor, things that are intangible. What will he carry with him when he dies? He spoke to the ghosts he had encountered countless times about this life after death, but few could have thought of it. But I thought about it when it was too late and it would probably be true, as the saying goes, if I hadn't encountered it myself, I wouldn't have felt that I couldn't take anything away from my death.

He continued to walk, looking around this battlefield that just a few hours ago people had said was an honorable battlefield. But look now Many heroes were injured and killed. It was both pitiful and an extremely disgusting sight.

He must be the only god of death who doesn't like having people die in order to increase the number of souls in hell. I don't know. Every time I see a dead person I think of myself and I sigh without breathing. As he walked, he avoided the corpses of brave soldiers and went to another pile.

“Take out the bandage.” A voice commanded from in front of him. A few people were busy tending to the wounded on the battlefield. He slowly walked closer, but the people there probably didn't notice. How much of his existence is there? After all, he's the angel of death.

“Daehyun there are still two injured people. We have to hurry,” a female voice from the group said to the person who seemed to be the group leader.

“Help radio and tell the remaining soldiers to come and take this injured person back to the medical tent. Mina, please lead me.” The person named Daehyun followed his friend's body to another location.

As he followed along...

'Are there still people like this?' he thought as he stood and watched the man busily treat a soldier's wound with his hands.

'How many people can we help?' He became interested in the work of the man in front of him. So I followed him everywhere the man went to provide treatment to the wounded soldiers. But it was found that very few soldiers were left alive from this war, but this man still tried his best to save the lives and the glimmer of hope for those brave soldiers.

The sun has gone down and the atmosphere of night has crept in to take its place. The once sweltering air became lighter. All volunteer medical teams returned to camp in tents provided by the army.

A bland dinner of only bread and corn soup was placed in front of the volunteers at meal time, but the faces of everyone who looked even more tired than the soldiers fighting today could tell. I'm tired and exhausted. Not everyone cares about the taste of food. Just scoop it into your mouth to give yourself life energy that will give you strength to fight the next day.

There was no conversation on the table, only the sound of spoons hitting the food tray. Every life is stuck in the world of their own thoughts, sometimes their eyes drift away. Some were depressed, but everyone had to stop and stop thinking. Because the reservation team leader suddenly spoke up, breaking the quiet atmosphere at the dining table.

“I thank everyone very much for today. I hope everyone thinks that today we performed our duties to the utmost and participated in saving many people's lives as our duties should allow us to do.

I hope everyone gets enough rest tonight. Tomorrow we'll continue working. Good night." With that, he got up and walked back to his own quarters. The young man sat down at the end of his bed.

The young man's every action did not escape the eyes of the Grim Reaper Bang Yongguk. He saw every move. Hearing every word this man said, it was clear that he respected this person's thoughts. Even though he is young, he is considered to be performing his human duties quite well.

Team Leader Jung's slender figure reached into his pocket and took out a cigarette. He knew that it was not good for his health. However, he still needed it to relieve stress, just to clear his head for a bit before going to bed. Today he really encountered a lot. Who would have thought that volunteering on the battlefield would have to be this hard to accept?

He took out a book from his suitcase. Light the lamp so that you can read the book.

The light from here made it impossible for Yongguk to see the title of the book, but he could see the changing eyes of the person in front of him. After reading that book, he just wanted to know what exactly was in it. Let me try using the abilities of the god of death.

The lamp flickered before a shadow appeared on the wall in front of Daehyun sitting in a comfortable chair.

“Hello sir, don't be alarmed. Just knowing that I won't hurt you is enough, human." A low voice interrupted him. Reading another person's book was quite shocking to the young man.

“What is this all about? Who are you? Where are you?” the young man said as he turned to the source of the shadow and voice. But the man's body was never found.

“I'm just a shadow, don't worry about me. What are you reading, man?” he asked.

“My friend's journal about volunteering as a medic in the war,” he replied, not bothering to find out the source of the shadow or asking who the owner of the shadow was.

“You must be very tired today, war is like this. Just thinking too much,” he said, letting out another breathless sigh.

“You speak like you were in every war in the world,” Jung Daehyun said, closing the book and putting it back in his bag as before, turning to stare at the shadows on the wall.

“Of course, little one, I am in total loss. and human death I'm something you never expected. You have doubts, right? Today I will allow you to ask me one question, but please don't ask me who I am. Soon you will know. You think I'm a friend who's come to help relieve loneliness.” The young man in front of him thought until his beautiful eyebrows knit together into a knot.

“If you want me to ask... well, I want to know if war has existed since the past, but everyone has never learned about the losses from war. Why does it still exist? If you're that old and have lived through every war, you should be able to answer me.”

“Because it's human. How can you not be satisfied? Even though humans are creatures with brains that are superior to animals and can think in a more complex way, it is also because of this that humans are more demanding than animals.

It's true that humans learn to lose. I know how to feel sorry, but don't forget that humans have love, greed, anger, and lust. For example, right now you have feelings of love for your fellow human beings, right? You want to protect and help. But on the other hand, some people love their own people. Love yourself, but it's not a way to protect your friends and yourself. By eliminating another group of people.

Every origin of war comes from the human mind. Differences, desires to overcome, desires, inadequacies, or hardships if you look back on this war. You will see where the war that makes you so tired and saving people's lives these days started from.” The deep voice disappeared, leaving the other person to try and think about the cause of his question.

The young man thought of all the reasons why the strange shadow had talked to him, and when he finally spoke back, the shadow disappeared and the clock chimed indicating it was time for him to sleep.

The young man lay down and tightened the blankets on his body. Then quickly fell into a deep sleep because of the fatigue that had accumulated all day.

Every day he continued to work as a field medic in the war, every day he would often discuss his problems with the mysterious, deep-voiced shadow. Just like today

"You're smoking cigarettes again. Are humans still not used to stories like this? You'll be gone before the war ends," a deep voice said as he blew out a puff of gray smoke.

“Huh, I'm a doctor but I smoke. It looks bad in the eyes of the patient, but now only you and me can see that a doctor like me is smoking,” he said absently.

It seemed that the war had eroded his once cheerful state of mind little by little. Full of power Ready to fight every day It turned out to be a doctor whose eyesight was dull and not bright anymore.

“Let's do it if it helps you,” a deep voice replied, looking at the other person who was now gently massaging his temples with his hands.

"Today you probably want to rest, so I'm going."

“I have a question to ask you,” a soft voice said. The shadow on the wall moved to face him again.

“Ask, man,” he said.

“How happy is life after death?”

“If he is content to die, he will be happy, but if he dies without wanting to die, he will be miserable. But when the time comes to die, whether you want it or not. No one has the right to choose.

Death doesn't discriminate according to class. Death is the fairest thing in this world. That's why I like it, but I don't want anyone to die. Please take a nap. You look very tired today.” The voice trailed off. But this time it left with a light haze. Faded, the small figure that had previously been sitting changed to sleeping on the bed instead.

He wanted Daehyun to rest. This guy asked something bad...

He didn't know about his future death, or to put it simply, he had never used this skill of a god of death. Now that you know what you've got, what are you going to protect? Just like I said. No one has any right over death. Even though some people have cheated death many times

A tall figure in a black robe was still standing next to the sleeping person's bed and sighing. Before that area was empty like it had never been home to anyone before.

Today was the day he never expected that this thing called death would come so close to him even though he was faced with death every day.

The body of a familiar man lay peacefully on a field stretcher. His face was pale and bloodstained. and the stillness of the breath

When Daehyun's lifespan expires...

The final soul floated out of the body and all bodily systems stopped functioning. Only a cold, breathless body was left.

“Report on today's situation,” came the loud shout of the war zone captain.

“The opposing side fired a grenade at the first field medical station. Twenty people were injured. Three people died, one of which was the field medical team leader, 'Jung Dae-hyun'.” Finishing the report, the young soldiers raised their hands to salute.

“Even doctors are not exempt. The matter has come this far. The end of the war will definitely be extended. Tell our people to prepare. I will forward the matter of the death of the volunteer medical team leader to our division head. Just waiting to receive orders This war still has a long way to go,” the commander's voice calmly ordered to his subordinates. before the young soldier walked out.

“Hello Jung Daehyun. Is that your name?" A deep voice greeted him.

“Hello, who are you?” A soft voice looked suspicious and replied.

“I think so, are you not familiar with my voice?” the deep voice asked again.

“Um, Mr. Shadow, where am I right now? Why do I feel strangely light-headed?” Daehyun asked innocently.

“You are in the land of the dead. You're dead,” Yongguk replied as if it was a normal, everyday thing.

“Dead..?” The soft voice sounded softer than before. It's like trying to process what you're hearing.

“Um, my name is Bang Yongguk. Nice to officially meet you,” a deep voice said. Ready to extend a hand to shake and greet in an international way.

“I have a question I want to ask you. It's my turn to ask you,” a low voice said again. Calling the consciousness of the person who had just recently learned that he had died, he returned to the tall figure in front of him.

“Yes,” came the reply.

“What does the tattoo on your wrist mean? The word ‘

HOLD’

Ha.”

“Enveloping every life with my hands.”

A smile appeared on the handsome shinigami's face and a bright light flashed, causing Daehyun to squint.

And there the young spirit's body no longer appeared.

And the final goodbye sound came from the mouth of the young angel of death who guarded the first gate in the land of the dead.

“...Good luck...”

'Brother, where will the end of the war end?'

'I don't know either, Yongguk. It may be a point where all parties are satisfied or when a defeat is completely destroyed for all sides. In the end, what exactly does war give us? No one dares to answer yet, or why do we go to war? The reasons are so many that I don't know how to explain them. But I think war is what expresses human identity.

and the loss of identity at the same time

The fact that we killed each other is very sad, Yongguk. We don't know each other, but we kill each other. And the winning side was happy to get rid of the other side. As for the loser, he has to live with resentment and grief from the loss. It's sad, right?'

The little boy who nodded at his older sister's words that day became a pawn in an inevitable war. and finally became a war spectator, seeing people's lives as more fragile than glass.

Because this is a war that never ends...

Hello, it's me.

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Anyway, this story is a vow fic. Haha. Dae Hyun is very manly and very cool. What do you think? Please comment. You can say it in the tag. The ending was crushed. I just had to put on a bra and it wasn't sweet. Cute Kiku, right? Haha. It has a light dark feeling. I hope you like it. While reading, listen to music too. You'll get about 80 percent of the feel. I don't know what to talk about, haha. Bye bye.

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