A Pair of Eclipse Swords
Chapter : 5 – Very Heavy Light Duty
Raising his right hand high up, taking a few breaths, that sharp and solemn look seemed to add to the good looks of this twelve-year-old boy.
The wood, which may have a centerline along one inch, appears to be standing firmly in front of it. A piece of weathered wood that has been hollow here and there. But because it was still early, the boy did not dare to use better wood.
On the right there, crouched a man in his thirties while smiling. He occasionally played the grass beneath him which he unconsciously ate by himself. Surprisingly, after realizing that the grass was eaten, the person continued to eat it and did not stop until the grass was swallowed.
"Yahoooo!!" the boy shouted loudly while swinging his hand towards the weathered tree trunk.
"Bugh!"
"Aduuuhhh!!"
There was a loud sound as the pure white hand smashed against the log. As a result it was amazing, the previously white hand seemed to turn a little bigger with a blue color. While the wood that is targeted, just fall without injury and still healthy.
"Huahahaha..hahahaha.." the squatting man laughed back and forth.
While the boy turned his head quickly and exclaimed angrily, "Teacher, how did the teacher do it all this time. From yesterday I saw the teacher do it easily, even with just one finger."
"Haha...Sung Han, you already believe it, right? The wood isn't as soft as you think and your hands aren't as hard as you might think. Weathered wood almost destroyed you are still losing, let alone the strong wood that I have been making toys? Your hand has been broken!"
"Then how, the teacher didn't teach me at all!" Sung Han felt irritated and slammed his legs. While the left hand continues to stroke his right hand that pain is not playing.
When Xiao Shi Yong's laughter had died down, he got up and walked towards the pile of wood he used as firewood. He took out a block of wood along his arm and was the same diameter as Sung Han's wood earlier, only the difference was that this one wood looked more sturdy and strong.
Xiao Shi Yong brought the wood before Sung Han who looked attentively. He then lifted up one finger and said.
"Look at this" he said briefly as he swung his index finger at the log. The result was incredible, like slashing a soft object only, the strong wood was instantly split into neat shapes.
"Well, that! How do!?" Sung Han became hysterical in admiration for his teacher's actions.
Xiao Shi Yong smiled patiently, in fact he showed it to this brat just to play around and comfort him. Because he still often sees in recent days Sung Han looks gloomy when he lives alone. Xiao Shi Yong suspected that it was due to the death of the White Eagles.
"I guess yesterday he was able to forget, in fact not yet. Hah..I'm too old to know the contents of a child's heart." he lamented in his heart.
Xiao Shi Yong explained in light language and easily understood by a child of Sung Han's age. But indeed the basic child who did not understand silat at all, then he was just dumbfounded when his teacher explained.
"Well, you got it?" xiao Shi Yong asked the seventh time.
"Not yet, I don't understand at all. The teacher spoke in a convoluted manner." now Sung Han instead denounced the way his teacher explained.
Xiao Shi Yong chuckled as the boy's understanding was indeed too green to understand things about inner power and so forth. So he decided to train this child from the most basic thing, which is physical.
"Ah.no need to bother thinking about that. Now, I'll teach you how to train your physique to be qualified to practice silat. You'll understand for yourself how to cut this tree trunk later."
Sung Han became excited and as if forgetting the pain in his hand, he continued to urge his teacher to train him immediately.
So at that time, the first lesson that was very basic was, take water in the river and collect firewood. Sung Han was told to fetch water in the river and his mission was to fill a small bucket of horse drinking water. Then in search of firewood, Xiao Shi Yong had Sung Han fill the fireplace with dry wood.
Of course this made Sung Han frown and suddenly asked, "Teacher, I'm sorry, but my job in the White Eagle is much heavier than this. I was told to fill a few big barrel to the brim, sweep the yard, take out the trash, refuel the firewood that was the size of the stables, which were always running out every day and I filled it."
After the departure of his student, Xiao Shi Yong smiled even wider. A very annoying smile.
"Hehehe.." he chuckled and sat in the front seat, then closed his eyes. Pretend sleep.
Determinedly wanting to split the wood beams like his teacher, Sung Han immediately performed the task. This boy was indeed quite clever, when he took water in the river, he also picked up some firewood so that when he came home he had brought two needs at once, water and firewood.
Because the horse drinking place would be full more or less as much as the two small buckets that Sung Han was holding at the moment, so with a cheerful heart he immediately returned to the river to take another bucket to meet the half-filled horse drinking place.
Maybe because he was a boy and his mind was still short, so enough with the motivation that he was able to split a stick using his hands, Sung Han became diligent once. So that not five minutes, he was back again carrying a second bucket.
"Eh, my eyes can't be mistaken, a child my age where might have been myopic? It was already half filled!"
Sung Han was shocked when he found out that the horse drinking place was empty. He looked at his sleepy teacher snoring on the porch of the house, then he turned to the horse who was also staring at him.
"Damn it!" he snapped and sent a single fist towards the head of the horse. The horse neighed and showed angry eyes.
"Don't you drink that shit! Then when will I be finished!?"
"Nhhhh!!" the horse exclaimed as if he understood Sung Han's words and tried to argue back.
"Don't nag!" back one fist floated on the horses that became increasingly irritated and chose to sleep, not willing to serve Sung Han again.
When the boy entered the cottage and looked at the fireplace. His heart was surprised once again.
"Well, the legs were full, why are they empty now. Where might it have burned out already, is there a thief here!?"
Without a second thought, he immediately returned to the river to collect water and firewood. This time he was clever, he increased the amount of firewood he brought home. Even though it was a hassle, but he did not complain at all.
After going back and forth so many times, he became irritated because every time he came home, the horse drinking place and the furnace were always empty. So he picked up another bucket and using two buckets, he went back and forth to the river and the cottage. But the result was no different, the horse drinking place and the furnace were always empty once he got home.
Whether the boy was ingenious or too innocent, he did not think that there was someone who always drained the water in the stables and wood in the fireplace. Who else would it be if not Xiao Shi Yong who desperately held back his laughter by pretending to sleep every time his disciple came home from the river.
He was the man who had drained the water in the horse-drinking place to splash into the garden next to the house, and threw the firewood in the furnace to make it empty again. Sung Han didn't think at all until there.
Until dusk came and Sung Han came home with a look of despair when he found out the horse drinking place and the empty furnace, Xiao Shi Yong woke up and greeted.
"How is Sung Han, your job is done?"
"Teacher, the horse-drinking place and the furnace are always empty when I get home!" lamented the boy.
Then Xiao Shi Yong chuckled and continued to say, "Well, you dare to say that your duties in the White Eagle are heavier than this one? Hayo tell me again that you still have courage!"
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