A Pair of Eclipse Swords
Chapter : 222 – Their Lives
Sung Han dredged the ground to a calf-deep, piled it with dry wood and started burning it with a friction of taper stones. The fire is created, the smoke billows and that is enough to warm the body.
Sung Hwa had just returned from the river to fetch water as well as fresh fish. He immediately cleaned the fish and stabbed it with a thin stalk, putting it on a fire. Then wait to mature.
"How long have we been hiding ourselves?" ask Sung Han.
"Half a year, I guess."
"I already know."
"Why ask?"
"Let's talk." Sung Ban plunged one dry twig into the hole. "Really, Sung Hwa, I just wanted to resign from the martial world. Tired of it."
Sung Hwa sighed. "Stop complaining, you're not someone who lets others suffer. The war's still going on, it's just that it hasn't been too visible."
The girl flipped through her grilled fish, trying to find a rush in the middle of this silence. She feels awkward with Sung Han who is becoming more quiet than the day before. Also his face showed a pressure that made him powerless to resist pity.
Sung Hwa often denounced his own stupidity. How he used to look for Sung Han to kill him, accusing him of being the source of his life's misery, without knowing the young man's suffering. Even on second thought, weren't Sung Han's and her actions in line? He never wanted the Heart of Satan to rise, and Sung Han ended it. Isn't worth it? Foolish him if the ancients berpikur that the people of the Heart of Satan can be realized and become righteous if released just like that.
Even he was horrified to imagine Sung Han's feelings when he had to slit his best friend's own throat. Perhaps that was the cause of the change in the nature of the young man.
Sometimes he smiled to himself considering that Sung Han managed to pick his bread from behind his pocket on the riverbank. When Sung Han foolishly raved indistinctly. Then when at Cloud College, when Sung Hwa was speaking to him, the young man seemed surprised and excited to know himself as a baker girl.
But at this moment, those full moon-shaded yellow eyes seemed to lose their light. His gaze was more often like one in a daze and glared at what it was.
"Sung Hwa, we once again have to go down the mountain, either when it is but it will definitely happen," Sung Han said suddenly.
"I know," Sung Hwa replied. He handed over one roasted fish, but was soon accepted by Sung Han. The young man was still pensive.
"After that, after all these wars are over, I want to carry out teacher's orders."
Sung Hwa looked confused. "Governor teacher? What'sthat?"
"Keeping the Golden Goa." One speech that managed to surprise Sung Hwa.
"G ...." Sung Hwa was at a loss for words. He also knew how sacred the place was.
A second later, Sung Han turned his head and looked at him with a strange look. His gaze was still empty yet it seemed to shine a hint of hope. I don't know what it is.
Until Sung Hwa had to cram his grilled fish when without warning or solicitation, the young man said.
"Sung Hwa, when it happens, accompany me as a wife?"
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Sung Hwa ran up the mountain. The village clothes that looked tangled were fluttering so fast his movements. The basket in the left hand, which contains food needs for tomorrow is no longer intact. Some have fallen.
Sung Han frowned looking at Sung Hwa's situation like that. "Pursued by demons?"
"Sung Han, big news," he said, did not appear to be panting at all.
"What's? The wife of the head of the hamlet fell again into the rice fields? This time his head was accidentally pierced by snake fangs?"
"No!" sergeant Sung Hwa. "It's about the empire."
Sung Han seemed interested. He stopped the movement of his hand that carved a piece of wood, which he planned to make a toy when he was alone. Watching Sung Hwa full of probes.
"Oh, what is it?"
"The emperor died."
The little knife in his hand fell, his mouth gawking. His eyes twitched so much that for a while, Sung Han looked like a boy who had just seen his mother.
"Emperor dies! Emperor Chang Song Bian died!"
Sung Han once slammed his toy stick until it broke. One thing that he has been working on for a week, forming beautiful sculptures in the form of hongs and dragons. Which is actually a new science for Sung Han because for several months he had to train under the guidance of Sung Hwa. But now the stick was slammed as if it was not a valuable item.
"Fuck up! Looks like we should leave soon!" Sung Han stared at the ingredients in the basket. "Wrap it, and take it as stock."
"You think you're gonna slam it all?"
"Feel you still more filling than fresh meat. Let's get ready."
Sung Hwa was silent. A little girang is also praised for its filling cuisine.
They immediately packed up, taking off the disguise of farmer's clothes that they had been wearing. Change with each other's clothes.
Sung Han in a blue robe wrapped in a black coat. Also black fabric cover half face down and wide caping lacy cover half face over. A set of clothes that earned him the nickname Faceless Demon.
Sung Hwa, with a robe and a wide red coat. Typical of a Red Rajawali woman.
After rummaging through the contents of the cave where they lived, so as not to leave a trace. As well as making the outside of the cave become as natural as possible as if there had never been a resident before, they set out for the king's city.
"Is it possible that the goddamn prince acted again?" sung Han asked in the middle of the journey.
"Maybe. There was no access for Jeiji to enter this northern region. Except for the ronin and the samurai who were already here and trapped. Can't go back to the south or their country."
"But how?"
"The bottom line, it's impossible to kill him outright" Sung Hwa replied. "If I were to become an enemy of the emperor, I would send a gift of living things that could kill him."
Sung Han was interested. "Oh, what is it?"
Sung Hwa grinned. "Women."
"You mean?"
"Like this."
As fast as lightning, even before his words were done, Sung Hwa had already hugged Sung Han and was about to kiss him. But Sung Han gulped because he realized that his nape was being held by a knife.
"Oh, not as usual" muttered Sung Hwa. His face seemed a little surprised, but clearly the look of the face was contrived. Sung Hwa had expected this. "You've trusted me and it caught your attention off guard. You never would have thought that someone you trusted would stab you. That's what it seems, the easiest yet most deadly plan."
Sung Hwa put the knife back in. And Sung Han sighed in relief.
"But don't you think about giving me to the prince just to kill him" Sung Hwa said before Sung Han said.
"I don't think that." More precisely, he was indeed about to propose that.
"Then what are you thinking?"
"Ancient warriors, strategies and strategies are like children playing. Point here and there, recriminate here and there, fight, then we laugh at the end."
Sung Hwa is confused. He thought Sung Han had been slashing. What does the old-fashioned swordsman, the strategist, the boy play and laugh at the end have to do?
"You mean?" With a stupid look Sung Hwa asked.
"Lin Tian," Sung Han replied. His face implied a ray of admiration that was unable to be hidden. "The stratagem he used to mess with the Demon Heart and the Black Sword single-handedly."
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