Lightning Demon Swordsman
My name is Lin Yu
Plaque!!
Thump!
"Get out of here, you stinking brat!" said a fat man who owned a bakpao shop, while kicking a skinny-dry little boy out of his place of trade.
"Huwaa. hyix! uncle, I'm so hungry!! please give me one more bakpao for uncle!!" said the little boy as he pleased while looking at the fat man in front of him with hope. But let alone giving a piece of stale bread to the starving boy, the fat man spat right in the boy's face and drove him away painfully.
DARK AGES!
Aye! this age is indeed a less favorable era for ordinary humans. Or as people say as a dark age, because after a great war between the sect of truth and the sect of the demon school that occurred since 50 years ago.
Human life in some places in the eastern mystic continent had been split into three outlines. Those from among cultivators, aristocrats and commoners.
Of the three broad outlines of the human group that was most concerning was that of ordinary people, not only were they weaker than the other two types of humans but also had no supporters. For the sects that claim to be the stream of light of truth today behave like a stream of demons, who doctrine themselves as protectors of the universe but in fact.. they protect only those who give them gold and silver.
Whereas the true stream of truth that still practices the true truth, yet is unwilling to join the great sects that the Empire recognizes will be considered as heretical! and his sect on earth was scorched.
Or you could say the world today has been turned upside down, because most of the sects called demon sects today are from among those who run the core of the supposed truth teachings, and not only truth in speech but without action.
***
The poor boy was now cowering coldly in the outermost part of the small village. Even the homeless and other beggars gave him no place in the village, and told the poor boy to find his own place outside, and the worst thing was that this month was the middle of winter.
"Ha-cum!"
The boy began to shiver in the cold, never to cross his mind would live on the streets and starve like this, if only life could choose..
"Ahh hahh. ahh haaah.."
The boy's body seemed to shake even stronger, his breathing was already wheezing.
"Let's-buu ay-yah!" the ten-year-old boy's mind looked far away, only those two people were now in his mind mother and father. Unworthy clothes and worn for the gripping winter, could not warm the boy's body despite hugging him tightly to the bone.
Under a fragile wooden board next to a pile of trash, there the poor boy shivered in the cold and in the end, breathed his last.
Swoshis!
***
The morning after...
An old grandfather saw the body of the boy beside the trash bin when he accidentally passed by a small village.
The man actually wanted to ignore and go into the village to brew tea, because he thought someone else would bury the body of the poor boy.
However, even after noon the old man decided to leave the village, not a single resident buried this poor boy. Passers-by just stared at him like he was staring at a rat corpse that should not be cared for.
The old grandfather was eager to leave, but in just a few steps his heart felt like it was sliced by a knife. How in the world do we always expect people to make changes, but ourselves are reluctant to change? the old man finally approached the corpse, struck it with the finger of the acupoints near the neck, and the old man was shocked.
The old grandfather once again examined the tip of this skinny boy's arm, and saw his still-present, albeit weak, pulse movement. "This child is alive!" the surprised old man muttered a second time, and without further ado lifted the boy away from there.
***
Slaps!
Those little eyes gnawed a few times he felt something was wrong but somehow because of what, his body he felt like it was shrinking.
Seen from the reflection of the light that illuminated the room, the boy woke up in confusion that whack his head.
When looking around, the medicinal items and the others, he felt completely foreign for the first time. And worst of all, he felt alien to himself.
He stepped his foot slowly down the bed.
Bruk!
Even his skinny legs were unable to support his body properly, the poor boy somehow felt very small, and the only memory in his head was that he was actually an adult. But who is this?
"Godzhhh!"
"Get out of here, you stinking brat!"
"Son you must live!"
"Later if it's big I want to protect mom!"
"Lin Yu's dad's home!"
"Lin Yu!"
"Lin Yu!"
"Godzhhh!"
Bruk!
Again the weak legs of the boy made him lose his balance, fortunately he was still able to breathe again. And the strange thing was that memory, in the mind of his soul that memory was so foreign that even he did not acknowledge his present appearance which was that of a ten-year-old child.
But he also did not know what to do, because the memory he had now was the memory of this boy.
"Fuckin' si! who am I really!?"
***
The boy walked towards the door.
"Lin Yu's?
"Am I Lin Yu? why do I feel so foreign to this self and this name, uh wait! why do I think like an adult?"
"Even in the old memories that I got from this body, earlier I was unable to think so!"
"That'sarghh!! someone help me!" subconsciously the boy shouted loudly making the old man who was doing something in the lower room, immediately rushed towards the door of the room where he was taking care of the boy.
The sound of the door opening, the boy was shocked when he saw that there was a grandfather with a long beard and hair who was almost all gray, walking up to him.
Really.he or the kid never felt like he had met this guy. Though he was able to remember all the memories of this boy very well, even very detailed.
***
The old grandfather lifted his thin body, with just a single blow as he was indeed not heavy at all. This grandfather checked the child's body carefully, starting from looking at the pulse even he began to feel something strange in this child.
"Yesterday when I just found this boy his veins were moving very weak and his blood flow was also not smooth, how could only overnight recover so quickly?" the old man's inner self without wanting to ask this boy anything.
The old grandfather then touched or arguably rubbed the hair of the boy's head in front of him. "Son! do you remember what your name is?" asked the old grandfather who was already unable to stem his curiosity.
The boy in front of him was also confused, he felt he was not himself and was it worth him to use the name of this boy? however, since only the memory of the boy was capable of remembering, he would inevitably only answer as Lin Yu.
"My name is Lin Yu kek!" replied the skinny boy while still staring at the old grandfather in front of him.
"Lin Yu is a good boy! do you remember anything about your family, your father and mother?"
When asked like that, the memory of this boy immediately recalled the incident two years ago, he did not know how this could happen. His mind and heart know this is just a memory of this child, but his body is not.
Without feeling the child's body began to tremble, tightness in his chest suddenly appeared just like that and what he did not expect was, the tears of this boy were unable to hold him.
The boy was so happy.
The old grandfather who felt he had mispronounced somehow also swiftly hugged this child into his arms. He is arguably the person who is least concerned with whatever happens to this world, how he even feels sadness just because it feels wrong to say and make this child cry.
"Already! good boys don't have to cry! everything will be fine." said the old man, as the hugged boy slowly calmed his confusion, he tried and tried to accept what had happened. And for the first time somehow he felt a sense of comfort and relief as he hugged the old man.
