I crouched today when I was on the subway. Maybe someone who is reading this might be at the same place. Without any attention, I got on the subway. A Buddhist monk whom we can see in martial art movies was sitting in a seat. With thick, white eye brows and splendor in his eyes, he had such a power that nobody can approach him easily. I stared at him, surrounded in glory. Maybe other people who were there felt the same…

At that time, a middle aged woman got on at the next stop. As soon as the train started, I could feel she was not an ordinary woman. Absolutely uncommon and unique glances, and lips that seem to contain some secrets. As soon as she opened her mouth, everyone couldn’t but help step back automatically. As you know, there are people who tell us to believe in God in the subway, otherwise we will go to the hell. She was the one who had that spirit. She was such a good speaker she could finish the quantity of four pages of A4 in 30 seconds.

In the short moment when she got on the subway, passengers who were hit by her energy looked at her and turned their eyes to the monk. Why? Anyway, as it seemed that the monk and the aunt felt our eyes, the aunt suddenly walked toward the monk. After a big breath, she started a long speech in front of the monk, from how a person who doesn’t believe in God is disrespectful to about a part of hell that is reserved for monks. It’s so obvious that there was an intense spark between them.

Not putting up with it anymore, several passengers started laughing. I couldn’t stop laughing, but I was so curious how the monk will react. Maybe he also thought he shouldn’t keep the silence and started laughing. Hahaha, like this. But the scene was like that from a martial movie and his laughing sound was so strong and energetic. Wow… that moment, it was laughing like thunder, enough to make any martial artist run away.

The auntie in an instant stepped back, but her energy wasn’t weak either. Bearing up under it, she started talking about hell again. The monk also continued to laugh. Both of them didn’t give way to each other. The more time goes by, the more I felt sorry for the monk. She was a veteran with considerable experience and the monk was one who meditates away from the modern world. Her attack was beyond the monk. After several stops the monk got up from his seat in order to get off where I was supposed to as well… As she seems not to be satisfied with her attack or she would like to feel her victory, she didn’t stop her speech behind him. The monk including me got off the subway behind her attack. But passengers and I who got off following the monk couldn’t help but laugh out. Getting off the subway, the monk said. “That wench talks so much.”