The Swordsman of the Gods
150. The New Era of Swordsman
Middle east, close to the red sea.
A crowd that was about to fill the desert gathered to him and sat on their knees as they revered the figure.
The person who just returned. His ever-tearing clothes never changed, his eyes were closed by the white cloth because he was blind. Taking two swords home, he brought nothing but happy tidings to them all. Except for himself.
“KING WARRIOR! WELCOME BACK!”
Their cheer for the king there made him touched but he did not show any expression. Just flat, as flat as the passing wind.
Although the king had no eyes, the warriors and the people there understood that the face of the warrior king was sad. They were all wondering in their minds, no one dared to speak before he returned their greeting.
“Sir, Asyura. They are waiting for you to say that we have returned.” Crow whispered softly behind him.
He was the king of warriors, a name that is often heard is Ashura as a vile criminal but with another name Yongchun, he is famous for being generous and humble. Maybe no one knows who he really is except his own people at the time.
“Good. I'm glad you guys are okay. From now on there will be no more people who have to scavenge on other lands. Raise your heads!” asyura.
Step by step he advanced forward, as they opened the way for him to return home. Everyone greeted him kindly and it was as if the sadness had vanished from the air of his existence.
Nothing was perfect, that was what Ashura thought. No one is perfect, not even the sky is perfect. Everything will go back to the Creator.
“Today we are flooded with grain by those who submit to our king.”
“True, our sultan is indeed the best.”
Many residents inexhaustibly told of the superiority of Ashura one after another. Crow was happy but not with Asyura and Nia. They stayed in Relia's tomb.
”I know you still feel sad, but the sadness that continues is not good for you. Remember, that Gupta asked me to always take care of you.”
“Crow, I'm not a kid anymore. If you know I'm sad then why don't you say a word to the dead?”
“Do not be foolish, indeed the word will reach the sky.”
“No heck.”
The morning sun is shining brighter today. There was no other good news other than the news of Ashura's return. The news spread so quickly like a lightning strike that would always imprint in their memories.
No exception with Diola, he came to Asyura with anger even though the anger was a sign he missed him very much.
Diola shouted, “At last you came back too, you fool! Why bestow that task on me!” He swung the sword towards her.
“Uncle, sorry for that. Then thank you. And it should be if attacking does not need to scream, later your position is found out.”
While the blade of the sword was restrained, without even looking at Asyura being able to do that. His strength was different from the previous one.
“Huh, whatever it is.”
The one who used to fight because of different parties, Guard Diola. A genuine man and a lover of western piano instruments, he used to be famous for being cold and quiet but not for now. He changed considerably after becoming familiar with Asyura.
“Where did the name Wang Yongchun go?”
“I'm back. That is no longer needed.”
“So. And I'm so sorry about your first wife. Sorry can't help directly.”
“The help I need for you is just to clear the trail of the ruthless Ashura. That's enough, I thank you, Uncle.”
***
At night, the dark sky was star-studded with full moons. It was a very cold night in contrast to the morning or afternoon there which was gushing heat. Most prone to find animals grumbling long out of the desert.
“Where are you going? Can I come with you?” asked Nia while holding her child.
“I'm not going anywhere. Go to sleep, you have not rested since yesterday,” said Asyura while stroking the tip of Nia's hair and her little son.
“You also rest. Not good night out, unless there's something you need.”
“No coke. There's nothing I need, it's just the house is too quiet without her.”
To be honest Nia was jealous to hear that, but that was how Ashura was. He loved his first wife since the civil war.
“Tell me, what really happened to Relia's sister? I still remember him fighting the figure of the black god who possessed the man's body but afterwards I don't know. Or do I not remember?” thought.
“You do not know because you drowned when Relia was attacked by him. Just like me, you drowned.”
How shocked Nia was when she heard that.
”How can? What really happened?”
“It's been a while. Don't think back.”
Asyura shook her head, making Nia unable to speak. I don't know why they became so awkward because of some events that have been experienced by them.
“Come in,” says Asyura.
***
The night was long enough, time seemed to pass for so long. King Swordsman is the era that most hurt all the feelings of the warriors, joys and sorrows that side by side actually makes them worse with the state of crisis after the war.
But all of that vanished when Asyura got help which of course it was not for free. Want how else, the era in each place still think of various benefits or reciprocity.
***
A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity won't be easy to come by despite the bloodshed, sweat poured out for something.
As a country develops, the greater the name of the place itself, so that it soars into the sky. The warriors live in a state of security, the rest just stay to solve the rest of the problems that every time appear suddenly.
A long-haired man with his trademark fan, his stature was old. He came to visit the middle eastern country from the northeast of his birthplace.
“How about Wang Yongchun?” The man asked as he put down the cup.
A young man before him replied, “He is dead. Why discuss it?”
“No I thought you were so similar to your brash father. Just be careful if you raise your sword to the boy.”
The man then left after a short conversation from her. While a child was just being talked about, he was facing the sea holding a sword that was stuck into the desert.
He then opened his two eyes that were as black as the abyss of darkness. His gaze was fixed on the sea that stretched.
A woman came shortly after that.
“Don't bounce in the morning, and don't ever say that you've met your father's spirit. Quickly return home and eat your food, Ali.”
