He only remembered because he thought the fake monk's story was interesting.
It has been another month since the fake monk left.
He filled a cardboard at 'home' with the numeral "1."
He counted carefully.
There were exactly 80.
"So many years already?"
He looked at these numerals in shock.
Without realizing it, he had known the fake monk for almost ten years.
"It's also luck."
He thought to himself.
In these ten years, every time the fake monk returned, he was covered in injuries, yet he never died. What was that if not luck?
But good luck always runs out.
This time was it.
The fake monk returned.
There was a huge hole in his chest, and his face was torn.
If not for familiarity, he could not have recognized him.
"What happened?"
He wanted to carry the fake monk back to 'home' like before, but the fake monk stopped him.
"From cause to cessation, it happens in an instant."
"You always say you don't have a name."
"I'll give you my name."
