Dokkaebi.
Hearing that word, all sorts of things surface in my head.
Including this life and even in my previous life .
There’s something I used to play in the basement every time I holed myself up down there.
“Little dokkaebi.”
Little dokkaebi. Something called me that. What does “little dokkaebi” mean? I’d never particularly tried to figure it out before.
Don’t pour your attention into the nickname some punk uses to call you. That was something my father had told me.
“Dokkaebi, huh…”The Ancestor called himself a dokkaebi. And while saying that, he pointed at the wooden body in front of us.A body almost one with the tree. In that process, a horn and, for a human, strangely sharp ears.I could at least tell it wasn’t a being that should be called human.“…Though calling it a monster is also …”This kind of form existed even in the Myriad Realms.I’d seen people who weren’t human in the diffusion/expansion crafted by the Old Lady of the Immortals . I’ve seen such beings. The Ancestor’s form might not be as eye-catching…