The staff went out together with Kim Hee-sung and Seojun while wearing their jacket. In July, it was hot in the day within Seoul, but the night was cool.
“You might get cold if the filming gets any later.”
Kim Hee-sung entered the room and brought a blanket and a hand warmer.
Seojun and Kim Hee-sung talked and headed towards the mansion in the village full of slate roofs as if to maintain the form of hanok. (TL: Hanok is a traditional Korean house.)
Walking along the fence of the hanok, it seemed like a huge house.
“I heard from the grandmother, while Seojun was sleeping, that the owner’s of this house are very smart people. All of them were famous doctors, judges, lawyers. Do you think it’ll be a good place?”
“What’s about this place?”
“Well, there’s a mountain over there, right? There’s a river in front of us. The freshness of the mountain and the sound of the river gather in this hanok and give strength to the people who live here. It could be the power to make a lot of money, or it could be the power to make people born smart.”
Seojun’s eyes followed Kim Hee-sung’s finger pointing at the mountain and then to the river.
They also talked about the structure of hanok. Kim Hee-sung had a lot of miscellaneous knowledge, so Seojun could hear many interesting stories.
As they walked while talking, they arrived at the filming location.
Choi Dae-man, who was talking to Lee Ji-seok, found the two people, a man and a boy, and approached them.
“What do you think? Isn’t it late for your age?”
“I already took a nap!”
“Yeah, good job.”
“The dressing room is this way, so do you want to come with me?”
Lee Ji-seok went into a tent with Seojin. There were many clothes hanging and there were large mirrors and chairs.
Lee Ji-seok and Seojun sat on the chair as guided by the staff.
“You mustn’t talk.”
Seojun’s answer while zipping his mouth closed. His actions was so cute that the staff didn’t know what to do.
The staff, who won rock-paper-scissors as Seojun’s make-up artist, carefully moved the brush.
Lee Ji-seok seemed to have become a cold rice meal for some reason.
(TL: Got attention when they started but when a new one arrived the attention wasn’t on him anymore. Because most east Asian like rice if there is a cold and hot rice in front, most of them will choose the hot one.)
“It looks good on you.”
Seojun came out in his clothes. It was a white robe for the child shaman to sleep in.
Seojun smoothed his robe.
Although he wore Hanbok on New Year’s Day or Chuseok, he had never worn such white clothes.
Kim Hee-sung touched the fabric of the robe. Wasn’t it a little thin?
“Are you cold?”
“Tell me if you are cold, okay?”
Lee Ji-seok came out after his makeup. He was now Su-hyuk, who was attacked by evil spirits in Seoul, his costume will be the same until he came to this village.
Seojun opened his eyes wide.
Lee Ji-seok really looks like someone has beat him up.
His face was covered with scars and one eye was bruised as if it were really swollen.
His clothes were tattered as if they were rugs. Kim Hee-sung was also surprised by the movie’s special makeup.
“Wow, it really looks real.”
“This is how good our team is.”
Assistant Director Cho, who had already come out, showed off their staffs capabilities.
He then guided the two actors and Kim Hee-sung to the filming location.
“We’re only going to check the movement for the rehearsal. Both actors are very good at acting, so the director said that you would only require a small. Besides, this scene will need a full shot, a bust shot and a close-up shot, it’s not good to relax during rehearsals.”
The first filming location was in front of the large wooden gate of the hanok.
There were already several cameras and lights installed, and Choi Dae-man, who was checking the background with a monitor, got up from his seat.
“Seojun and Ji-seok look good together. Shall we check the route first?”
Choi Dae-man gave details. Seojun and Lee Ji-seok were all familiar with the story, but they listened carefully.
Meanwhile, Kim Hee-sung crossed the gate and entered the yard.
This side was also equipped with cameras and lights to film Seojun.
“Let’s get started!”
Simply after the rehearsal, the main filming began.
The camera turned on and everyone stood in their position.
Seojun, dressed in white robes, stood in front of a large wooden gate.
Seojun’s role is a child shaman with a scary god inside him. (TL:Not entirely possessed but he is the container of the God.)
There were very few lines, but on the other hand there was a lot of expressions needed.
Before the director’s signal, Seojun lick his lips looking at the wooden door.
“Mr. Kim, let’s play.”
[Bell goblin’s teasing Mr. Kim]
[Bell goblin’s teasing Mr. Kim]
The energy of a bell goblin comes out.
It can change the shape of the energy.
With the power of shaman bells, they can predict the future of Mr. Kim very rarely.
Start: Mr. Kim, let’s play. (TL: The trigger)
Cancel: Stop teasing Mr. Kim. (TL: to stop the skill)
* * *
The Bell goblin was a little goblin born from the old shaman’s bell.
The bell goblin lived for making fun of Mr. Kim.
He also used to mimic the dark sun by emitting energy to make his body seems twice or thrice larger, or by making the yellow-colored energy black.
There was Mr. Kim who frequently visited the mountain where the bell goblin lived, and he surprised him for several times.
“Isn’t it time you got used to it, Mr. Kim?”
“Would you get used to it?’’
The bell goblin, who revealed its identity, sometimes received acorn jelly from Mr. Kim.
‘……I’ve seen this somewhere…….’
“It’s mine, isn’t it?”
One day, very rarely, the bell goblin saw the future of Mr. Kim. The bell goblin thought it was very fortunate.
Knowing that Mr. Kim was about to die, the goblin jumped in and save him.
“Hey! What about you?”
‘I’ve already outlived Mr. Kim.’
For a goblin, who sacrificed his life instead, Mr. Kim held a memorial service of the broken shaman bells in an old tree.
“Next time I see you, I’ll scold you.”
* * *
Something moved in the middle of his chest. Seojun brought out what he had practiced for a month and a half.
The goblin’s energy was put into his body in a human form. Like there’s really something inside.
He had a hard time creating this form. It looked like a person, but it wasn’t supposed to be a person, and it was inside him, but it had to appear to some extent outside.
It was shaped like clay, but somehow he created it with long limbs and scary eyes.
Director Choi Dae-man’s voice sounded very small compared to when he filmed Shadowman.
Perhaps because he grew up a little, he could think a little bit unlike when he was sucked in without realizing it.
‘Oh, I guess we’re starting now.’
It was only this much.
The child shaman’s god was a very terrible god.
He didn’t even give his name, but he had that much power.
Rumors about the child shaman circulated only inside the village.
The great power of God made it so.
The power of God, who did not go outside, kept accumulating in the body of the child shaman.
Before they knew it.
The child shaman opened the wooden gate. A man breathing heavily was now before his eyes.
The man was covered with wounds.
One leg was limp and his eyes were swollen. The child shaman knew who caused this man to be in that state that.
“I heard there’s a brave shaman here.….”
He stopped talking for a mtalkin
The child shaman looked up and down from the man’s head to his toes.
‘An evil thing.’
‘That’s it. That killed your parents.’
The child shaman saw what was swirling in the man’s body.
The black devil smiled and cried at him like a dancing flame, and at the end of the day, he could see his parents dying quietly, holding their breath, fearing that the baby would come with them.
The child shaman closed the wooden gate. ‘It’s not the time yet.’
Turning around, Seojun breathed out lightly and muttered.
“Stop teasing Mr. Kim.”
Hee-sung, who was outside from the cameras range, quickly ran to lwards Seojun and put him around the blanket and gave him a hand warmer.
“Are you okay, Seojun?”
“It’s okay! I’m more worn out on Shadowman than on this scene.”
Fortunately, after six months, his “body” grew a lot and now there was quite a bit of strength left.
“That’s how focused you are. Well done.”
Kim Hee-sung patted Seojun on the head, lifted him up and headed to Choi Dae-man.
They talked in advance while monitoring the scene they filmed that after the director’s okay, Hee-sung should run towards Seojun.
Kim Hee-sang pushed the wooden gate. Hmm?
It was heavier than he thought. He needed a little more force to open the door.
“It’s pretty heavy. Was Seojun this strong? It isn’t easy to push.”
“No, it was very easy.”
Seojun pretended to open and close the door, saying, “Like this, like this.”
“Is that so?”
Kim Hee-sung clasped his hand a few times and looked at the wooden gate.
A pretty big wooden door was now tightly closed.