The Cold Blooded Hunter: Seeker of Peace
129. They're...
"I can only remember my three-time life, even though I've said it, you don't know what the names of the other two people are, do you?" Zon smiled as he closed his eyes.
Well, all this time I've only seen the footage, without knowing who recorded it, so Zon was right.
I nodded and said, "Explain to me..."
***
"Mother, what are you eating today?" a little boy, who I thought was about ten years old, and my God, his face was so dirty!
"Mother can't cook something for you, it seems like today we have to fast again." a woman, whose face is as bad as the boy replied, saying, and when I saw that his face was better, it showed that he was tired, but he hid it with a smile.
"Did you know? Now it's 1945, where the war has reached its peak." Zon appeared and said, "And soon, the boy will die."
"Eh?!"
"Yes, the name is also war, there is no safe place anymore, just like in Japan..." Zon glanced at me, "Do you know about the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki?"
I nodded, my grandfather used to tell me, in the past, the earth had been through a terrible war that destroyed countless innocent lives, many bullet whistles were heard, dozens of warplanes were flying through the sky, bomb rain occurred in various places, and made a lot of cities destroyed. The name of the incident is World War Two or English is World War 2.
"What's the matter exactly?" I asked, "Did the incident have any influence on your life?"
"You can say that..." Zon raised Idan chuckled lightly, "You know what? I was born in a small village, then the village was bombed, my mother and I moved around a lot, until we finally got to Hiroshima."
I looked forward again, where the boy was running away from the store carrying something, and I heard people shouting at the boy.
"The thief! Catch her!"
"Don't let him get away!"
I saw him a little horrified, what the fuck? The little boy was being chased while he was being stoned with wood? Where did humanity go in the world?
"Humanity has long been destroyed since colonization, I don't remember wrongly, there was a friend of mine who was stabbed by a knife because he was caught stealing." Zon clenched his hands, "They don't know the feelings of children who lost their homes to war."
Okay, okay old man, I get it...
"What are you doing?! Who taught you to steal?!" the ugly-faced woman slapped the little boy, "Have you been hanging out that wasn't good out there?!"
"I'm sorry ma'am, I was forced to steal because of hunger." The boy took something out of his shirt, a small loaf of bread, "I want to eat with mom."
"Mom doesn't want to eat stolen food! The food is dirty!" the woman sat down and her eyes let out tears, "When is it all over?"
The boy sat down next to his mother and tore the bread, half of it was given to his mother, "Tomb used to be ma'am, it's been three days we haven't eaten..." And the boy persuaded his mother to eat, and after some time, his mother was finally willing to eat the bread, albeit a little reluctantly.
I was slightly moved to see it, how could that brat have survived for these three days?
"His name is Satoshi Shizawa, it is the name of the little boy and the first form I can remember" Zon said.
Then next moved to the part where the whole city was in chaos, warning sounds were heard everywhere.
The boy ran down a small road, but something collapsed and he abandoned his intention to go there.
"I wish I had escaped death today!" the boy ran faster, trying to break through the crowd of people.
Unfortunately, something fell from the sky and when it hit the ground, it exploded violently and burned the entire city, including the boy.
I just kept looking at him, what the fuck?
***
"What's this called, teacher?"
"Oh, this is called sky green grass, it can be used to treat stomach pain."
Two people, one tall adult male and one small boy were standing in front of a tree.
"Duvian, do you understand?" the grown man asked the little boy, "The world provides what we need..."
"Our job is to use it well, so that it can be useful for our lives." added the man, "You understand?"
Oh, the tall man asked the same thing twice to the boy...
"The boy is named Duvian, in the future he will be known as an illusionist, whose abilities are very famous throughout the world" said Zon.
I nodded, in the memory that Zon gave me, Duvian had countless illusory tricks, which could not be applied in my world. His nickname while still alive was Illusion Shadow, terrifying indeed...
The boy trained hard, and when I saw him, it was like seeing myself training hard under the guidance of my cruel grandfather.
Before long, the boy grew up to be a great teenage boy, but his teacher died of something, which his teacher said was poisoning.
"The world of practice, it is not as simple as striving to be immortal, there are many obstacles to be faced, including the existence of the twelve largest sects of the White Stream and the Black Stream, who always fight each other" said his teacher, "This kind of teacher was exposed to a deadly poison from one of the sects.." then the old man died.
The teenager, walking into the world armed with instructions from his teacher, went to avenge his teacher's death on the sect that poisoned him.
"Old grandfather, what is a sect?" ask me about Zon. So far, I have always heard of the sect without knowing what that means.
"Sectes are a society, in the world a sect is a gathering of practitioners, they try to train themselves and make themselves stronger with the knowledge of the association..." Zon explained, "Among the many sects, there are twelve sects that are feared throughout the world, considered as the twelve largest sects in the world."
He explained everything, and I nodded to hear it. I don't think the world suits me... There's too much human killing there... I'm not gonna be able to hold on...
"By the way, this spirit has already claimed countless lives of humans and animals..." Zon raised both of his hands and looked at him with a smile, "Every kill, there is a sense of its own when it comes to doing so..."
I shuddered to hear it, I've seen it before, but still, I can't believe that this one spirit is happy to kill.
"Aghhh!" a man in all black clothes fell down while staring intently at his enemy in front of him, "How did you do it?!"
"Senior Duvian, you're too soft on your opponent, so you forget that we're practitioners killing each other!" an older-looking man drew his sword down the black-clothed man's neck, "But I'm more serious!"
In the end, the man carrying the sword chose to blur as the black-clothed man stretched out his two hands and took out a few clones of himself and released a blackish-red aura, which was stronger than before.
"Eve kills... The practitioners' pride." muttered Zon, and I heard it.
I guessed! Practitioners were indeed none of them with common sense!
The black-clothed man named Duvian, he traveled all over the place, learning a myriad of illusory moves, making himself stronger than ever.
His long adventure led him to a beach, where there was someone, whom he knew well enough, standing there.
"Sister.." murmured Duvian, and he was taken to a place far from the continent of his birth.
Who would have thought, even if I didn't think, that Duvian's brother was stronger than him and cut off Duvian's head and stole all the knowledge he had.