Broken Sword's
Ch. 32: Falling Coma

In the middle of the night Baramun secretly opened Fang's bedroom window. "Son, are you still awake?"

Vaporizing, Fang rubbed his eyes. After dinner she was sleepy and almost fell asleep. Fortunately, his strength was very strong. "Hm."

Taking Fang out of the house and helping the boy climb over the wall, Baramun held his breath as his face was subjected to a foot massage refutation.

Sitting on top of the fence wall, Fang saw a full moon in red. "It seems your master is getting stronger."

Baramun did not understand.

Fang's finger pointed towards the full moon, "You see the color of the moon now? It's red."

"So what's the connection?"

Stupid demon!

Fang was lazy to explain at length. It seemed like it was necessary to buy a demon history book to be read by the devil himself in order to know about his ancestors!

"You jump first, I'll go down."

Baramun waited on the other side then returned his face stepped on.

***

The protective arai is more visible at night. Fang touched the arai and a tingling feeling in the palm made Fang pull back his hand. "You're sure your body is capable of bypassing the protective barrier? All I know is, if I'm not careful and careless, the body that passes through the arai will be burned to the ground."

Baramun sneered, "i'm one of the strongest generals. It won't be easy to die!"

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever.

Even if it is charred, most just have to clean the ashes and wait for Kuro's confidant to come to take home Baramun's ash box. "Whatever. I'll just wait here."

Taking out white and yellow pieces of paper, Baramun had prepared red ink for a blood substitute. Drawing and writing on the yellow and white paper, Fang was slightly dissatisfied.

"Bent writing. This can lead to reducing the talisman's paper working potential."

"Then I redrawed it?" Baramun and his tenacity is like a rock.

Pensive for an hour. Baramun scratched his head in embarrassment. The writing remained crooked and did not turn out to be any better. "Then you drew it?"

"AH!!" The furious Fang had wasted time taking a strong breath.

Seizing the last two sheets of paper, Fang did not wear red ink but used his own blood. Dropping the virgin from the thumb on the small cup, Fang began to draw on the talisman.

"Take it."

Slightly bowing respectfully, Baramun did not ask why Fang knew how to draw the talisman. This boy is a mystery, getting peeled the deeper the truth that almost unfolds.

"Will the talisman work?"

"I don't know. This talisman has no magic energy, after you pass through the arai, immediately an injection of magic energy on the white paper. If this amulet works. Once it burns, your internal injuries won't be too severe."

Baramun nodded in understanding and stuck the talisman paper on the front of the body. "I'll pass by now."

Baramun stood in front of the protective aisle and passed through the barrier.

The scorched smell wafted, Fang covered his nose and stood on the other side as Baramun made it over the line. "You. Does your organ feel hot or melted?"

"The person inside me is a little broken." Baramun panting. A quarter of an hour later placed right where the red rock was buried, Baramun dug the ground until the box planted a few years ago was seen.

"I saw the box."

"good. Just take the red stone and leave the box. Put on the yellow talisman then inject magic energy before you pass."

Back gluing the spell paper after recuperating outside the protective aisle with the magic spell, Baramun again felt a burning feeling all over the body.

Falling down, Baramun is captured by Fang and the two of them fall together.

"Damn." Fang who was squeezed under was out of breath.

***

Four marble-sized stones were now on Fang's palm.

"Where's Baramun? Tumben hasn't come to lunch together." Aira who came out of the kitchen with the last plate finished cooking asked Fang.

"She's sick. After eating I'll look for a while, just bring him lunch then alone." Said Gana who was lying casually in front of the porch of the house, fanning herself and Fang with a light bamboo fan.

Fang grabbed back the stone, "dad, don't touch my stuff without permission."

"Dad still have to ask you for permission?"

"of course. I'm an adult, I need my own space and privacy."

"Ckckck, raising a child today is far from what it used to be. If you're my father's son, guaranteed your ass is no longer an ass!"

"Dad can't hit me either!"

Fang escapes into the room, but comes out again after remembering he hasn't eaten.

"Soner." Gana Cibir.

***

A high fever dropped on the second day. Baramun, who thought he was dying, was not afraid to die and forced to drink all the bitter herbs Juan had given him to drink.

"I thought my tongue would come off. It's so bitter."

"Is there really a sweet medicine?"

Fang sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers still playing four stones.

"You haven't used the stone yet?"

Fang pocketed the stone into the cloth wallet, "i'm worried. The use of this stone is very rare and medical records do not describe any side effects or the worst possibility that will occur after using four stones."

"You can die? Then don't wear it!"

"Hehe, are you worried about me? Not in vain cultivated for many years."

Baramun flicked at Fang, "I'm not a dog."

Fang's arrival had a purpose. "I didn't come just to see."

"As per my guess. Why?"

Fang smiled casually, his expression looking calm. "If I die, tell my mother and father that I won't enter the afterlife."

bah,ba,ba.

"Good as you say. It's bullshit."

Failure may occur. Fang doesn't want Gana and Aira to be sad. "I will not be reborn. It's possible that I was thrown into another dimension and another time."

Goggled. Baramun understood but also did not understand. "Ka, you're a ghost?"

"Think what you like."

***

Fang was found in a coma.

Gana had called Juan and the doctors around the village but Fang never woke up. Bringing to the county town and the capital, all the doctors said his son was hit by a curse that kept him from waking up.

Aira became depressed. The woman's body is getting thinner and stooped. Every day, Aira did not want to get away from Fang, clasping her son's hand with a pushy look.

Gana repeatedly tries to encourage his wife, but Aira does not want to hear and eventually falls ill.

Lying weakly on the mattress not far from Fang, Aira turned to look at her husband. Within half a year, Gana's hair was all bleached. Men who used to be healthy were also thinner.

"You can't be sick."

Gana smiled gently. "will not. Let's eat porridge and take your medicine."

***

Baramun returned Gana who was too weak to stand on her own feet. Today was the day of Aira's funeral, the woman contracted malaria and eventually died.

"How's this. My wife has left, if Fang is also gone, I don't want to live anymore."

Disagreeing with Gana's words, Baramun patted Gana for more vigor.