The Swordsman of the Gods
135. God Mouth I's
Until nightfall, Yongchun entered the inn. It was then that his friends returned to the inn that then the gate that had been deliberately opened a little had been tightly closed by them.
“What? That's all his activities?”
The boy would certainly be very angry, because Yongchun did nothing useful. He became upset and finally broke down the gate to get inside.
“Hei!” The boy shouted loudly, his voice could be heard by Yongchun who had just laid on his bed.
“Hei boy! Why are you here? Quick go!” Sigar kicked him out violently. It is very disturbing at night.
“Let me meet him! Who has this sword! I want to ask, why has he never swung a sword even if it was just training?”
“Hey, I said go. You can't disturb this residence. Oh, or do you want to stay?”
“Hei out!” yelled the boy again.
Sigar frowned, as he held back the boy's steps tightly. Absolutely Sigar did not know, why this boy was suddenly angry.
“I'm out, nih.” Yongchun came out of his room. He approached the boy with an ordinary face, impressed flat.
“Release!” The boy ran over, he pulled Yongchun's hand and made him look at the gaze.
“Why didn't you do anything? And you said to yourself, that I should learn by what I see. And then survive without a weapon. But you showed absolutely nothing!” bawdy.
Yongchun heard all the babbling of the boy. More or less he understood what he meant. For a moment his forehead frowned in annoyance.
“Hey answer me!” The boy screamed at him again.
“You're blabbering all the time just because I didn't do what you expected. That means you've been looking at me all this time, but why are you doing that?” sahut Yongchun's.
“Of course to learn! I want to see how you can survive without a weapon.”
“And when I didn't tell you to follow me,” said Yongchun shaking his head.
The boy also nodded. Instantly he was mute in teary eyes. Slowly he lowered his head deeply, withstanding resentment and shame.
Unfortunately, until the boy gritted his teeth. He was about to leave but Yongchun restrained his shoulders.
“I know you didn't tell me that. But—” His words cannot continue. He clenched his hands with all his might while biting his lower lip until it hurt.
“Listen, I told you to survive without a weapon and even though you asked me to teach you but that doesn't mean you just have to see what I do.”
Like a bright light appearing. The breeze blew, making both of his eyes wide open. While he was pleased, he understood the meaning of his teacher-to-be.
“You only need to do what you can do, even without any weapons you are already strong. Tanpaku is the same,” said Yongchun made it so easy.
The boy looked back. Staring at Yongchun who showed no language of his face at all. For a moment his hopes were dashed when yearning for a friendly and determined teacher in war but once he felt the pain on his shoulders, his hopes grew even greater for Yongchun.
“I need you,” said the boy.
“I need you so I can master swordsmanship. Please, teach me. With any weapon no problem,” the boy added asking Yongchun once again.
“Go, and do what you can for now. Use this sword for anything you want. Whatever it is.”
There were not many words he said to the boy. Sometimes he warns what is advice. Equally, Yongchun kept saying it over and over until the boy was bored.
“You let him go. Though I had thought that you would teach him swordsmanship?” sigar said, he was surprised. He approached Yongchun.
“I don't want to do it while he's not ready with the one in front of him,” Yongchun said.
“What do you mean?” sigar did not understand while folding both arms to the front of his chest.
“War,” short Yongchun. A short word. Very short, but the meaning is very deep.
The war continues. Furthermore, one piece that has not been found will be a determination. God Mouth's.
“Well, I thought it was a good decision not to let the boy be so arrogant just by holding your sword,”, said Sigar who fully understood.
“Loh, I think guests are coming to stay. But apparently there are only the two of you,” said Kuraki who was out of the inn.
“Kuraki! It's late, and where there may be guests who want to stay on this island.” Sigar raised both of his hands, taking it lightly. He walked into the inn.
“Ah, so.” Kuraki looked disappointed but still smiled.
“God Eye, come in. Do not make the host feel bad because of his arrival,” said Sigar.
“I'm not thinking of anything.”
Yongchun turned around, and just as he was about to step inside, he felt that someone was peering out of the gate.
“Is the boy still there?” yongchun thought, looking back.
The presence felt by Yongchun suddenly disappeared in an instant. Yongchun frowned, feeling that something was wrong, and went to the gate.
The atmosphere feels gripping. Yongchun touched the handle of the gate to open it but there was a padlock there.
“Hei God's Eye! What the hell are you doing? Quickly log in!” shouts Sigar from a distance.
Yongchun then abandoned his intention to check outside the gate. Without knowing there was something there, he immediately turned around and entered the inn.
“Good.”
***
The dawn has gone. There was a faint sound from outside the blind man's room. Although he was still lying down, Yongchun's eyes opened a few minutes ago.
The sun glare bounced right at the tip of the sword blade. Yongchun deftly caught the blade of the sword aimed straight at his neck.
“I thought it was you, God Mouth,” Yongchun said.
The figure of a man standing nearby, the look on his face was very upset and there was hatred and resentment that was so deep, deeply rooted from the tip of his hair to the tip of his feet.
Men who often wear white turban and brownish skin.
“Or could it be that I should call your name, Bon?” yongchun. A drop of blood fell on his clothes.
“What? Bon? Ha, I didn't think that you would call me by that name. Well, either way the name is a gift from our teacher. Yes, Asyura?” The man smiled a thin smile. Not happy but angry.
Bon, a friend and enemy of Yongchun (Ashura) has now appeared with a new figure. The one where the power of the Black God flowed into his body, meant one of the God Body Owners.
