Life, Once Again!

* * *“I did it,” Dojin said, as soon as the fourth period ended. Maru lowered his head muttering ‘nap time’ to himself. “You two alright?” Daemyung said, stumbling towards the two. Yesterday, Miso gave special training to him. Making him run and jump all over the place…‘Maybe she was just trying to make him suffer.’His thighs were still hurting. He should probably rest for the rest of the day.“I’m doing sort of fine. What about you, Daemyung?”“Me?”Daemyung pointed at his foot. It was shaking violently. “So, on that note...”The boy smiled.

* * *“Phew.”“Hah.”Maru and Dojin stood side by side next to Dojin. They were trying their best to support their friend in walking to the cafeteria. The line was already long. Maru could see a few familiar first years in the line posed similarly to him. Stooped low with hands massaging their thighs constantly. “Geunseok,” Maru shouted. The boy looked back with a smile.They were feeling a strange sense of camaraderie together. The boy smiled quite easily outside of the club room. It just goes to show how serious he was about acting. ‘What about me?’It’s been four weeks since he started living his life again. He’s adapted very well. Well, it’d be better to say he’s accepted his new life pretty well. To say he adapted would be to say that he’s melded into his life. He hasn’t managed to done that before. It couldn’t be helped. He was still 45 years old, after all. Although he couldn’t remember most of his memories, the experiences were all still there. A high schooler’s body, and a 45 year old’s mind. He looked at Dojin and Daemyung. These two were definitely his friends. But… in reality, he wasn’t looking at them as equals, but as little kids he was looking after.Was that a bad thing? He hadn’t the faintest. He’s never experienced this before. He couldn’t ask for advice about living twice in the world. In the end, he’d have to try to find the answers himself. Only when he reached the age of 45 again would he be able to say, “Ah, I’ve lived a good life.”Or…“Hey, let’s go,” Dojin waved. The line was moving in front of him.“Sure, sure.”Right, for now, he’d just keep on moving.

* * *Maru smiled bitterly, looking at the rest of the club members at the auditorium.“You didn’t answer my calls, I noticed?” Miso asked.Maru looked away for a second as he answered.“I have bad ears.”“Oh really? Want me to fix that for you?”“That’s a little...”“Take my calls from now on. Alright?”“Yes ma’am.”The woman truly sounded like a demoness right about now. The club members were standing in a straight line with Miso looking over them.“How does your body feel? With how much I worked you yesterday, a little stiff I should hope?”‘Little stiff’? That was a bit of an understatement.“This is because you were using muscles you don’t often use. You just haven’t trained enough.”Well, that sounded suspicious. Maru was deeply considering whether coming to this club was a good idea. He came into this club to become a casual member, not to get trained by some crazy lady.“We’re training again. Training your voices are fine for now. I feel like I expected too much out of you yesterday. Today, we’re going to make your bodies move more flexibly. We’re going to free up your bodies from various habits it’s built up so far. Understood?”“Yes.”“Why so quiet?”“Yes!!”“Good.”Miso’s expression changed right then.“There’s something I need to do first though.”She glared at the club members intensely before speaking again.“We need to weed out the fakes. This is going to be difficult even with the serious kids.”