RICH PRANAJA HEIR TO TIRTANALA
EPS 93 YEONGHON - UI

EPS 93 YEONGHON - UI

The night was so quiet and so moving. The wind hits the wall of the heart. Leaving a trail to the dust of restlessness souls who are unable to read destiny. Because desire is not in line with ability. Also a reality that is inversely proportional to the expectations that grow in wishful thinking. Read it, read it, read it. So that you know the meaning of the favors, and do not stop at the misfortune that you swear.

Grandpa Kim sat down in front of the altar of worship. Churning a sacred humming to Seongju, the supreme God, whom he believed to have given a lot of enjoyment, Also because life requires a clear direction, so we remain on the path of light. In the silent room he recited prayer, giving his whole heart in the hermitage of all souls.

Behind Pranaja, Ryong and Ren sat in silence. Freeze in the game of heart and mind respectively. Ren's eyes still shed tears. They persuaded Kim's grandfather to change his mind. But grandfather remained firm with his decision, he would not leave his house, whatever the reason.

“Tuuuiiiiiiit! Tuuuiii! Tuuuiiiiit!”

The sound of a whistle being blown away connected far out there. His voice was so loud that it was buzzing and heard all over Korea. Grandpa Kim turned his body.

“That siren danger sign Pranaja. Your arrival with Ryong has been known to the army. Soon they will be spreading out looking for you. Combing every inch of this soil. Even to the ant hole they will look for you,” said grandfather Kim.

Pranaja and Ryong nodded their heads. Grandfather Kim stood up then walked over to the large urn in the middle of the altar of worship. He tightly held the jar and then knocked it down. It turned out that under the urn was a secret box that only Grandpa Kim knew about.

“What are you doing cake?” ask Pranaja.

Grandpa Kim did not answer Pranaja's question. His hand went into the box like he was picking up something. When he took out the thing he took out, all gasped in shock. A very sacred sword. The scabbard is metallic blue, with a gold engraving patterned on a dragon coiled in a sword sheath. When grandfather pulled out his sword, a very dazzling beam of light emanated from the sword.

“This is YEONGHON-UI SIJAG or Sukma Sword Intruder. Whoever holds this sword without sufficient inner strength, his soul will be possessed by the contents of this sword. He will be transformed into the number one swordsman, invincible. But it is this sword that controls his soul. And this is very dangerous.”

“Then why did you pull out that sword cake?”

“Ten years I've been looking for the man I think is capable of mastering this sword Pranaja. I was hoping Ryong could do it. The bone structure is perfect for me to form into a swordsman. But he is too ambitious to be a soldier and does not have enough time to learn swords.”

Pranaja glanced at Ren, Lim's grandfather smiled.

“I have indeed trained the basics of swordsmanship to him. And he can master it well. But unfortunately, the development of his soul is still very unstable.”

Pranaja and Ryong looked at Ren, they could not believe that the quiet and gentle girl had mastered the basics of swordsmanship. Grandpa Kim smiled at Ren.

“Show them Ren.”

Ren looked agitated and doubtful. But grandfather's gaze forced him to stand up and show them his ability. He finally stood up while taking his own sword.

“Stand quietly Ren,” said Grandpa. “Pocus your mind.”

Ren stood straight in the middle of the room. Her eyes were closed, and her beautiful lips were tightly clenched. Apparently he was focusing his mind, according to grandfather's orders. Pranaja and Ryong froze, their faces still implying disbelief.

“As a swordsman, you must have speed, until your enemies can't see you” said grandfather Kim.

Ren's body ran quickly forward, then jumped and calted in the air. His shadow flashed as fast as the wind. Ryong could not even see his movements.

“Woa..” Ryong murmur.

The first time in his life he saw his sister's body in the air. Pranaja's mouth has been gawking since Ren walked into the middle of the room.

The sword in Ren's hand was swept right and left, up and down. Sweeping, fending and piercing. The rays caused by the reflection of the light rays that hit the sword were so dazzling, like a white ribbon spread, forming circles of dragon tails.

“Speed in each target is the absolute thing in need,” continued grandfather Kim,”That means you must have a high level of concentration, coupled with the strength and accuracy of thrusting your sword to be right on target.”

Ren's legs rotated in the air then his body curled while throwing a long fist (Chang Quan) forward. His fist smashed into the air wall and his speed gave rise to the sound of wind friction flowing rapidly.

Whuss! whoops! Dab!

“And you must not forget, the Swordsman always puts beauty forward in every move. Since the essence of swordplay is harmony between heart and mind, soul and body,” grandfather Kim ended his sentence.

Ren stood up straight, adjusting his breathing slowly. Then he started moving back. Starting with a forward hand punch, the body bends slightly then quickly the body rotates while launching punches, sticks and kicks. His entire body moved in a matching combination, precise and so beautiful to behold.

Then in an instant, his body was shrouded and his sword light dazzled. Suddenly Grandpa Kim threw the wooden stick that was beside him. As soon as it approached Ren's body, the flash of the sword instantly enveloped the staff. Then Ren pulled out and raised his sword into the air. The wand seemed to be still intact while in the air, but once it fell to the ground it was instantly cut into pieces.

Prak! Prol!

A few moments the mood became quiet. Pranaja and Ryong looked at Ren with glaring eyes. The girl lowered her sword. Her clear facial skin looked flushed with embarrassment. Then he ran and sat behind Grandpa's body.

Plok! Plok! Plok!

Moments later, Pranaja and Ryong regained consciousness, and clapped.

“Ren, why haven't you told me the same brother?” ask Ryong.

“Great Ren! You're also great grandpa!” Pranaja gave his compliments. “Why don't you try to give the heirloom sword to him Kek?”

Grandpa Kim shook his head. He asked Ren to sit back in front of him.

“Not yet Pranaja. I understand the power of the sword, and Ren is not ready to receive it,” said grandfather.

Pranaja scrunched his forehead.

“Then what grandfather wants?”

“I want you to continue my duties of guiding Ren so that he is fully mature when becoming a swordsman.”

“What!?” pranaja and Ryong asked together.

“Yes. I will lay this sword on you. Give it to Ren when the time comes,” Kim's grandfather's message.

Pranaja was still glued. His gaze is hard to interpret. But when he saw Ren's face, his heart became steady. And without hesitation he nodded his head.

“Good grandfather, I will carry out all grandfather messages,” murmured.

Beyond the gentle whistling breeze, swaying the leaves in an irregular dance. It was as if nature was dissolved in a carefree atmosphere that enveloped the walls of the heart.