Black and white notation
By umm
“GG.”
The moment he declared defeat in the final match, Jin's world fell apart.
Even when the monitor was turned off, even when people's gazes disappeared, there were only two colors in front of him: black and white.
The doctor said.
“It's not color vision, it's black-and-white vision caused by extreme stress.”
In a world without color, esports was over.
The flashy skills, the microscopic health bars, the split-second judgment - all of it had become impossible.
He announced his retirement, and sponsors and fans turned their backs on him.
As time passed in his room, Jin-woo accidentally pulled out an old checkerboard.
The one his father used to play with when he was alive.
Black and white pieces. The only thing he could make out with his current vision.
At first, he placed it mechanically.
But the sound of stone against stone, the readings that built houses and dug traps,
it all reminded me of the battlefields of the past.
There was nothing else. Only the colors were missing, but the essence remained.
Qin Wu learned again.
He gripped the checkerboard with the same hand that held the mouse, and began to trust the sensation of his fingertips.
Dozens of games a day, he said to himself, “I wonder if this number works here...”
His black-and-white world slowly regained order.
Years later, Jin Wu reached the finals of a professional tryout.
His opponent was a teenage prodigy with a colorful future.
But Jin Woo was undeterred.
“This is not the number of defeats, but the number of beginnings.”
As he raised the final stone, the black and white on his kibo
dazzled like all the colors of the world.
Translated with DeepL.com (free version)
Story Content
“GG.”
The moment he declared defeat in the final match, Jin's world fell apart.
Even when the monitor was turned off, even when people's gazes disappeared, there were only two colors in front of him: black and white.
The doctor said.
“It's not color vision, it's black-and-white vision caused by extreme stress.”
In a world without color, esports was over.
The flashy skills, the microscopic health bars, the split-second judgment - all of it had become impossible.
He announced his retirement, and sponsors and fans turned their backs on him.
As time passed in his room, Jin-woo accidentally pulled out an old checkerboard.
The one his father used to play with when he was alive.
Black and white pieces.
The only thing he could make out with his current vision.
At first, he placed it mechanically.
But the sound of stone against stone, the readings that built houses and dug traps,
it all reminded me of the battlefields of the past.
There was nothing else.
Only the colors were missing, but the essence remained.
Qin Wu learned again.
He gripped the checkerboard with the same hand that held the mouse, and began to trust the sensation of his fingertips.
Dozens of games a day, he said to himself, “I wonder if this number works here...”
His black-and-white world slowly regained order.
Years later, Jin Wu reached the finals of a professional tryout.
His opponent was a teenage prodigy with a colorful future.
But Jin Woo was undeterred.
“This is not the number of defeats, but the number of beginnings.”
As he raised the final stone, the black and white on his kibo
dazzled like all the colors of the world.
Translated with DeepL.com (free version)
