The Memory Of Heavenly Hymn
2. Flashback: Stranded in a Foreign Country
The sun had just come out of the contest, moving towards the great throne above the sky to shine the light on the world as it was responsible. Not spared also illuminate the hidden darkness by penetrating small cracks, such as slashing into the black cloth that covers something in it. Until one thing was moved to show itself and his dark red eye bead identified the surroundings, then linked his eyebrows and mouth slightly open.
A little boy was stranded on the beach on a boat alone. Suddenly recalling the incident where he felt a cold object piercing his stomach, he hurriedly examined the abdominal limbs. There were no scars, only her clothes were hollowed out there.
“What happened?” he asked who it was because no one was there.
He turned his eyes to the vast expanse of sand, waves chasing towards the land, and crashing rocks until the water splashed everywhere, as soon as he just lifted his body about to stand there was the sound of falling objects. The snow-colored boy lowered his head to see what was dropped.
“Seruling?” he took a light green thing. The boy felt that the wind instrument held felt rather heavy, his eyes widened when the flute reflected the sunlight, “giok?!” his screeches instantly silenced his own mouth while looking around.
Sure enough, he heard the voice of people talking about something, and walked towards him. The boy immediately got off the boat, then ran while wrapping his body with black cloth— allegedly a cloak that belongs to no one to go to the bushes to hide.
Three men carrying fishing rods were talking about something about a young noble who had just been released.
“How can the young nobleman easily be released by the army when he has dared to smuggle foreigners on humanitarian grounds?” one of the men asked, the bald man swung the fish filter to the left and then to the right.
“Where were those people from?” asked the man with almost white hair.
The man with a thick moustache as a caterpillar clucked, the look on his face looks annoyed, ”you have easily forgotten, Shigeko Country. They are victims of the war of the ruler there, stranded in the waters can not break through the magic of the protector of our country, and finally found by Young Master Yume.”
Grey men back chiming, “family Yume, ‘kan, indeed famous humble.”
“Even willing to spend the night in iron bars?!” seloroh thick mustachioed man with a high tone. The adult man shook his head, “he is still too young..”.
Bald man sighs, “still too young, like the Kazuya clan. After thinking about a lot of questions for the decision of the government, but will they be answered?”
The question from the man made the three laugh, but suddenly the sound of their laughter stopped when they found the boat.
A burly man carrying a fish filter approached the small boat, “why is there a boat here?”
“Somehow, there may be people looking for fish overnight,” replied the middle-aged man of origin.
“How about we just use it? I was tired of fishing on a rock,” proposed skinny man who carried a fishing rod, greeted with a gray-haired man who nodded.
The burly man with a waistline after inspecting the small boat, his eyes looked around, then nodded in agreement.
The owner of the dark red eyes looked at his boat with an unwilling look because it was taken away by the people. He sighed, scratching his head that did not itch, the boy rubbed his face many times, “I have to meet the young noble Yume.”
I don't know what was in his mind, confidently he stood up, and came straight out of hiding. His footsteps steadily walked towards the direction where the previous three people had come, all he had to do was cover his white hair as well as his looks or they would find out that he was from a clan that only existed in Shigeko Country.
White, lonely flowers swinging on eternal purity
Holy fragrances, pour out the cries of sacrifice
Which path is taken?
To walk into the void or to dream of painful hope
Suddenly his footsteps stopped when he heard the voice of a woman humming, and his singing was foreign to the sense of hearing. His forehead was furrowed because of the sound of his voice as if lodged in the head that was constantly singing repeatedly until it made him cluck so that it affected his footsteps that were stomped with annoyance, he said, so it is not aware of the existence of people who walk from the opposite direction, and end up crashing into it.
The 8-year-old boy almost fell if he could not hold the balance of the body, his head then lowered.
“Note your way, Son,” harden the person, after saying that the person dressed in luxury in front of him gave one piece of gold, “for you.”
He accepted it and immediately thanked it as the man he had just hit walked away from him. He looked at the circular object, then inhaled the gold coin in his hand, and then changed to smelling the black cloak from his collision with the noble man. His head was tilted to the right as he looked again at the coin in his palm, “what am I supposed to be an abandoned child?” tanyanya, then back to talking, “of course, even my own brother has dumped me. I was abandoned in the land of a man whose even my own title seemed to be a disaster if this country knew me,” lamented, then sighed as long as it was about to lighten the weight on his shoulders for a moment.
Just taking a step back to walk, he was startled by the sound of people arguing. The boy followed the direction of the voice, plunging into the horde of people who were curious about the story of the accusation of the noble man to a commoner.
“Master, I didn't steal it from you,” we have a man dressed in rags pleading when a gunman—supposedly the soldier found a piece of expensive cloth in his bag.
“Then how can my handkerchief be in that bag? You think inanimate objects can move on their own?”
Boys hear a new vocabulary that is swearing thrown by men of high rank to men who prostrate while repeatedly saying that he is not the culprit. It was seen that the man who owned the red handkerchief began to lose patience and sent orders to some soldiers to take him away from his presence.
The foreign boy in the land of foreigners, boldly out of the crowd of people thirsting for news, walked closer until right in front of the noble man, then breathed as much air as he could before speaking.
“Master, remember me?”
“Yes, you were the boy who suddenly hit me, why?”
Suddenly he raised his clenched hand, leaving the people there shocked for his actions.
The man before him snorted, “what are you doing, son?” the tanyanya then ruffled the waist.
His fist opened, there was a gold coin in his palm.
“Master, you yourself put that handkerchief cloth in your Uncle.” bag
