The Heavenly Tiger Swordsman
Leaving the Village

Hao Zhao only wanted to chase after the two bandits who managed to escape, a moment later undo it first after seeing the worried face of Gao as well as the villagers.

They had been so kind to Hao Zhao during his stay there, naturally Hao Zhao did not want their farewell to just happen without there being at least a word of goodbye.

“Nak Zhao? What's up?" gao asked, as Hao Zhao suddenly approached him.

Hao Zhao immediately bowed before Gao as well as the villagers, saying, “Thank you for your kindness, every meeting there should be a farewell where now is the right time for us to part."

Gao immediately turned his expression worse, how not if it was spoken by his grandson's savior as well as the village under his leadership.

It could be imagined if there was no Zhao when Rong wanted to be captured by the bandits, nor was there Hao Zhao when the village was attacked by bandits. One thing is certain, none of the villagers nor Gao wanted that to happen.

“Son Zhao, don't you want to stay here any longer?"

“True Nak Zhao, your presence here really pleases us. Don't be afraid to trouble us if you actually want to settle down though."

Some villagers tried to persuade Hao Zhao to stay. It was not that they wanted to take advantage of Hao Zhao who was a swordsman, it was just that they were so regretful that a young man as good as Hao Zhao had to take the difficult path as a swordsman who would always deal with dangerous things.

One of the things that supported the thought to appear to the villagers was the fact that Hao Zhao had some kind of illness, making his first arrival to the village alone must begin with Hao Zhao losing consciousness.

“Son Zhao, at least stay until your illness recovers."

“True Nak Zhao, even though you are a swordsman, but still the swordsman needs a name rest even if only briefly."

Some villagers, revealing it was purely due to their concerns. Initially not wanting to involve Hao Zhao regarding the matter of bandits even because of the illness that Hao Zhao suffered was the reason.

Hao Zhao started to realize that, Hao Zhao initially always wondered even making his own guess as to why the villagers did not blatantly ask for his help.

Now that everything had been answered, it made Hao Zhao feel a little touched especially if he remembered how to live in his old days.

All was only done for the benefit of each even giving kindness because it has another purpose, now everything has been much different, of course enough to make Hao Zhao feel relieved.

“I appreciate your good intentions, but the illness I have suffered is not an ordinary illness. Where this disease requires me to go to different places to look for every cure." Hao Zhao wanted to smile actually but his face was stiff, making a flat expression only that one looked as he said that.

Gao was also a villager shortly after hearing this with a heavy heart finally tried to begin to understand, it was a bit regretful that they actually knew Hao Zhao was going to leave but holding him there for longer was not necessarily good for Hao Zhao himself.

“Well if that's your choice, son Zhao. Be careful and never hesitate to visit this village again in the future if you have the chance." Gao patted Hao Zhao's shoulder slowly.

“I'll do that. Oh right, the Uncles don't have to worry about bandit trouble because I'll take care of them to the root after this." Hao Zhao started to pull back the sword sheathed on his waist.

“Don't push yourself Nak Zhao, just do as you can. We're not that weak after all, so we should be afraid of those fucking bandits."

“True Nak Zhao, just give your own safety a priority."

Some villagers said to each other, not wanting Hao Zhao why-why just for taking care of their obvious problems.

Hao Zhao himself just nodded slowly, a moment after wanting to immediately step away from there before a familiar voice sounded.

“Sister Zhao." Rong had already run with her small legs to approach Hao Zhao.

“Rong, why are you out? I told you to stay home until this was over" Gao said, clearly panicking to see his grandson outside when he was still hiding.

Rong paid no heed to the words his grandfather kept stepping before hugging Hao Zhao's feet with his tiny hands.

“What does Brother Zhao want to go?" Rong raised his head to stare at the face of Hao Zhao who was much taller than him.

“There are things you should do, so don't cry or you'll feel guilty." Hao Zhao gently wiped Rong's cheeks which began to wash away the tears.

“Hiks, does Brother Zhao want to teach all those criminals?"

“True."

“What will Brother Zhao come back here after doing that?" asked Rong with a hopeful face.

Hao Zhao was puzzled over Rong's question of how to finally shake her head slowly.

Rong who received the headband slowly as her answer immediately cried loudly, making Gao feel bad for Hao Zhao afraid of what his granddaughter was doing was bothering Hao Zhao.

“Nothing ..." Hao Zhao gestured to Gao who wanted to keep Rong away from him, after which only Hao Zhao gently patted Rong's head to calm him down.

What Hao Zhao did proved successful, where the little girl's cries slowly began to subside before once again trying to raise her head.

“Sister Zhao, what if I become a swordsman like you I can meet you again in the future?" tanya Rong is pretty innocent.

“If you can do that right, then the chances of meeting him will be even greater." Hao Zhao who did not want to once again make Rong cry.

“Really? Then I'll become a warrior just like Brother Zhao." Rong seemed to be rounding his resolve.

“Good for you, but you have to practice hard. Can I see your hand for a second?" Hao Zhao then examined Rong's innate talent, to the point of being surprised enough that Hao Zhao was not seen on his face.

"You're talented, use this for you to practice. The language is easy to understand, so it shouldn't be too hard for you to learn." Hao Zhao took out one of the easiest books he thought that a child of Rong's age could possibly understand.

“What is this, Brother Zhao?" Rong looked at the enthusiastic book that was already in his hands.

“That's a book of Martial Arts, a goal that would-be warriors have to learn."

“Book? But I can't read." Rong with her innocent face.

Hao Zhao heard it was almost choking, to be honest he was too considerate of others to have the same genius as it seemed where reading fluently at the age of three was an easy thing for him.

“How old are you?"

“Six Years."

“Then try to learn to read first, after that you can use this book as a guide for you." Hao Zhao patted Rong's head several times.

Hao Zhao turned to Gao as well as the villagers who mostly immediately nodded slowly, allowing Hao Zhao to leave at any time as he wished.

“One message I have, don't let anyone you don't trust know about the Martial Book I gave you." Hao Zhao whispered to Rong, before a moment later as if disappearing somewhere.

Rong just looked blankly at the distance with the book of Martialism in his hand, the little girl seemed to have her own thoughts which were clearly very strongly related to grief, “Sister Zhao, said, I will try my best to see you again."

Rong, the little girl who met Hao Zhao inadvertently began to have a strong determination to become a swordsman. That Rong did only for one thing, which was to get back to having the chance to meet the person whom he had considered as his own brother.