The Musafir

The Swing of a Thousand Weeping Earths Inverted

“Here.”

the white masked SWORDSMAN pointed at a swing hanging at the end of the stern. The swing continues to sway along with the movement of the ship that is cradled by the sea of waves.

“The Thousand Weeping of the Reversed Earth is actually more devoted to punishing the crew of the ship found to be wrong. The torture is very painful here.”

“Have you tried that swing, Brother?” Mantingan asked while looking.

“Because, it's been a long time. But, it's better to just forget those bad memories.” The fighter continued in a flat voice. “Brothers, get on that swing. Let me swing it.”

Mantingan nodded his head, but before that he asked again, “How long will it take?”

“Quite as a drink of tea only, it is enough to give a tremendous impact.”

Without saying another word, Mantingan walked over to the swing. Staring at hundreds of ships as far as the eye could see with the purplish dawn sky, Mantingan climbed the swing.

“Let me help you install the security, Brother.” The white-masked swordsman pulled a thick string under the swing chair before tying it to the Mantingan.

The mantle slightly scrunched his forehead. Although the swing is located at the end of the stern, it is still less likely if someone falls into the sea of glass. Why is a safety rope needed?

“Alright, Brother, are you ready?”

“I'm ready, Brother. Swing slowly first.”

The rider then pulls both swing ropes far back in preparation to push them back forward. Mantingan did not feel fear at all, just a little pleasure arose in his mind. After all, isn't playing the swing so much fun?

Mantingan recalled his childhood, when he was still able to laugh loosely on the swing with his friends. That was very far before he knew the lonely martial world without friends. Even now one of the people he could call a friend, had been killed in his martial path.

Instantly the reverie of Mantingan collapsed when he felt himself slammed forward with so strong. The mantle gripped both swing ropes, fearing a fall, despite having learned that there was a safety rope preventing it from being thrown into the ocean.

The mantel saw as if everything was moving very, very quickly. First he saw the vast ocean, then he saw the sky that was no less vast, and then he saw the floor of the ship!

It's more than just a swing; it's a spin!

The swing that the Mantingan was riding swirled around very quickly. From the bottom up, move down again. That's next.

The mantel restrained himself from shouting. For he knows very well, once his mouth is open, his stomach is filled.

“Hold a minute, Brother. Just a cup of tea.”

Mantingan also refrain from cursing even if only in the mind. If he knew that he was not being swayed, but being twisted like this, already from the beginning Mantingan would reject him.

The North River Angel looked at Mantingan with a look of pity. The swing rotates like a propeller blown by a storm, not at all like a swing in general. The girl could not imagine what it would be like if she were the one there.

“This is for his own good.” The Flying Fish walked beside the Northern River Angel while laughing softly. “After tasting the Best Thousand Earthly Crying Swings, I am sure he is even able to conquer a big storm.”

“Will it not interfere with his health, Mr Skipper?” It was the turn of the girl who opened her mouth behind her veil.

“For ordinary people, that round of swings can cause death, but Brother Man is an expert swordsman. It will not have too much effect on his health. Yes, except on the stomach and its appetite.”

However, the Flying Fish just suddenly let out a long sigh.

“Mr Princess, should you act this far?”

The Angel of the North River was silent for a moment. It was as if giving the waves and wind a chance to make a sound. “I do have to do this, my love is not to him.”

“So are you reflecting on love, Princess?” Again asked the Flying Fish. “In the power game, what is love, right?”

“I am only a daughter who has never once been acknowledged by my father, should I obey his request?” The Northern River Angel replied without taking his eyes off the Mantingan of any goods.

“Mr Princess, I know very well that it should not be a lowly person like me to advise you. But if I may disclose ...”

“Pronounce it, Mr. Nakhoda.”

The flying fish took a deep breath. “Mr Princess, I know how every human being has feelings worth appreciating. But in cases of power like this, it is not good if the Princess is more forward feelings. If the marriage of the Princess to the king's son is annulled .. then perhaps your country will not escape being attacked by his country. His father, who was also king of his country, would be angry if his son's marriage was annulled.”

This time the Angel of the North River fell silent without a sound again. Keep staring Mantingan who was circling with the swing he was riding. The girl then let out a long breath.

The love she had was unnatural.

How can it not be said to be unnatural if she is a warrior and the daughter of a king who absolutely cannot experience romance?

In shortness and power play, love is forbidden so that bloodshed does not occur. But now, both of these things were violated at once by the North River Angel.

***

The whole world is upside down. The mantan oscillated indeterminate direction amidst the vastness of the endless ocean. The mattress that he overcame seemed to be able to swallow it at any time.

Once again the Mantingan spewed its entrails out the window of the ship. He had vomited a lot since noon. There was no food he ate, so what was spewed out was just liquid. Who wants to eat in such a situation?

Seeing the sunshine of the twilight sun, Mantingan pulled his head back into the room. For some reason, his eyesight became more sensitive to light after tasting the enormity of the torture in the Thousand Weeping of the Inverted Earth.

Not just any name for that swing. To him, the earth felt turned upside down. And if not held back, then his tears will seep out. What a great torment he is experiencing now.

“Can I come in, Mantingan?”

He heard the voice of the North River Angel which although not very clear in his ears but can still be caught his point.

Mantingan let out a sound, which was just as unclear. He did not know, maybe what came out of his mouth was just a meaningless mutter.

The door of the room creaked, the Angel of the North River entered into his room.

“How are you doing right now, Mantingan? I brought you a potion that might be effective in treating your nausea. Please drink.”

The mantle is unable to sit up. Even to raise his head alone, it required a great effort. The Northern River Angel immediately moved to help.