A Pair of Eclipse Swords
Chapter : 116 – Roadside Writers 2
It had been more than seven hundred and twenty days that Sung Han lived in his teacher's house in desolation. About twenty-four months and two years had passed the young man spent here.
The initial intention, he wanted to know himself in the form of oddities occurring within his inner flow of energy. About the hitchhiker who knows what Sung Han does not know.
So train him, train too hard even to the stage of self-torture. The first week, Sung Han always fainted as soon as he finished his training.
But all of that was not in vain, until half a year later his strength had increased considerably. At that time the portion of the exercise is added and harder again. Until a year later it was difficult for others to beat him. Except of course the true warriors, because after all Sung Han had not reached that point.
His strength had indeed increased drastically, but the wedge seemed to be getting bigger and did not want to disappear. Finally, Sung Han who was tired himself did not want to bother, thinking that the wedge was appropriate. One day you will know what it is, he thought.
When he was about to descend the mountain again, he remembered the curse of the eclipse sword. During his silence here, he gradually began to believe about what an eclipse sword curse was. Evidently during these two years, every time he stared at his reflection in the mirror, there was absolutely no change.
The most striking thing was, during these two years his body had not increased in height at all. Though according to his knowledge, a person's height will reach the limit if he is already approximately two heads. He was still nineteen years and a few months. And his height has been the same since the last time he saw his teacher.
All that really makes his heart fret, especially about the curse that requires the two owners to kill each other if the owner is same-sex. If you remember this, sad.
One morning, Sung Han sat in the courtyard of his teacher's house. Departing on the ground without a pedestal at all. Just sit and enjoy the air around.
His mind drifted to the heirloom sword that he was holding this time. For a long time he wanted to go down the mountain, but considering this claim made his intention go unnoticed and the longer it made him more lazy to leave this place.
"Well....." Sung Han sighed tiredly.
He turned to the grave of his teacher who was in the garden, "Teacher, is it true that I should throw away this sword according to what you ordered?"
Sung Han stared at his sword, whipped it out a little and rubbed the blade. Pretty, he thought.
In this lowered state, his eyes stared at the ground below him. At first there was no change, the longer the eyes widened. Until he made a smile on his lips.
"Aha...dumb me, why not think of it for a long time? Hahahaha.." he laughed, as if all the burdens of life on his shoulders had come off. I don't know what he's thinking, which is obviously a good thing.
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Two weeks later.
Just as Sung Han walked out of the city's most formidable blacksmith shop, his ears accidentally caught up with the talk of a passer-by. A little nosy, out of curiosity, he eavesdropped.
"It was horrible."
"Only the princess survived with her female bodyguard?"
"True, it is now on its way to the city of Emerald."
"Thank God the princess survived."
"But his entire army was destroyed on the way."
Sung Han frowned, from earlier he looked towards the two people who were conversing and he saw one interesting thing. Not against the two people, but to someone who is at the end of the corner there is laying a mat on the side of the road. Prepare a variety of musical instruments, drawing tools, and several calligraphy. Then he blew his flute.
"Is this your destiny? Good enough for me." Sung Han smiled faintly and walked up to the person. Upon his arrival, he rebuked, "Literature, we meet again. Do you remember me?"
"Tough!!" suddenly the sound of his flute became discordant and it made Sung Han's ears ticklish. The writer was surprised.
"Wow, damn right, you little bastard doesn't know anything!! Don't disturb my game!" the cercas are irritated grumbling. He played the flute again while glancing at Sung Han, after a while blowing the flute he went wide and stopped the blow. Ask him, "You. who's in the king's town, right?"
"True, do you remember my name?"
Sung Han smiled, this literary demeanor is very pleasant. In addition to his natural attitude without making up, also friendly to people, especially he is still a boy who is usually underestimated by parents.
"My name is Sung Han. I need your help again this time, do you mind?" he said while sitting in front of the author.
This artist seems interested, he put the flute down. His eyes sparkled as he said, "What help? Calligraphy making? A poem? Love verse? A flute? Image brush? Stringed instruments, punching instruments? Well, what, what help?" he's been promoting his merchandise.
Sung Han laughed, "Hahaha.I just need some information like that time. Can't you?" he said as he put three silver coins on the coconut shell of the writer, "This time I pay. To this day at once to that long ago."
This artist laughed and nodded. Ask a friendly question then, "Well, what information? This old man has traveled far."
"About the situation on the southern mainland. Was it there until the princess herself went north?"
The boxer stopped his laughter, his face hardened and turned serious. If this is the case, it just looks authoritative from the figure of the man. Sung Han was astonished by the sudden change of atmosphere.
"The Jeiji Empire had invaded to the south, and had taken control of the eastern coast of the southern region of the Chang empire. The situation was very precarious, the invasion of the empire was very fast. The worried emperor sent an edict to Chang Song Zhu's daughter to come back here."
Sung Han was shocked, surprised by everything. The Jeiji Empire, according to the books he had read, should have colonized the Chang empire hundreds of years ago when the White Dragon Pair was still alive. And this time back again.
Sometimes not infrequently before as a child his whole body was goosebumps so read about one big war called the War of History. The war, according to the history book, was one of the greatest wars on the Chang plateau. Even more formidable than the battle of legends, the Battle of Black and White.
The mastered is only just the beach, as if not a big problem until it has to make the princess herself rushed from there. But if you look at the flashbacks and history of what the War of History is, then the actions of the emperor are very true.
The power of Jeiji's empire is incredible. Their army was made up of honorable knights who held high regard for what bravery was. The knights called themselves samurai.
Even during the War of History, there were a group of people commonly called no man samurai or ronin. The one in which they also helped their nation's struggle to conquer the Chang empire. Somehow these samurai without masters could join in the raid.
According to the stories, the individual strength of a ronin was terrifying. Not inferior to Chang's own warriors. Not infrequently even more powerful.
Their powerful curved swords became a terror during the War of History. The typical sword of the Jeiji empire was in addition to being difficult to use by the hands of the Changs, too heavy to lift one hand. Presumably only Jeiji's people knew how to swing the sword.
Thus, during the War of History, the Chang Empire was almost defeated. Because the fighting spirit of the samurai army was very sturdy like a rock, unshakable. Once the master gave the order, they would not know how to retreat before the mission was successful or lives were lost.
"Now Song Zhu's daughter is on her way" said the author again ending Sung Han's daydreaming.
"Will the War of History erupt again?"
"Of course."
"If so, can we win it like we used to?"
"Of course."
"Uncle, what do you think, long ago we managed to win over the interference of a pair of White Dragons and other figures. Have you ever heard in this period, people who have the magic like a pair of dragons?"
"For so long not yet, not in the future."
Sung Han was silent, deep in thought. If the War of History were to erupt again, there would be no guarantee for the Chang empire to win. It could be the end of this imperial history!!
"Well...it's very disturbing."
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