The Swordsman of the Gods

063. Friend of the Caribs, Gupta

Recalling what happened. Yongchun was faced with a memory that had not been formed long ago. Which he disguised to be unknown to Emperor Ming and others. But the strange thing is that.

He should not be able to suppress his great aura. But he did not expect, what pressed him was the figure.

Then they went back to the cold hell.

“What happened to you?” asked Niao while patting her shoulder.

“Ah, no.”

Niao also ignored that Yongchun did not want to discuss it. He told him to go to the last layer immediately, he found the right location to open the gate.

“Hei, Niao. You said it would be dangerous. What do you mean?”

“I told you before, illusion. Soon you will face illusions, whether it's about you or someone you know.”

Starting from the hot, cold and meeting with a figure called "God's Eye", Yongchun was actually faced with an illusion.

But the illusion is not just an illusion. Except for the memory but he can't do anything there. Just stand still and look at the activities that are there.

“Remember, lest you be affected by anything.” Niao warned him again.

“This germ? I don't think I have a problem with this.”

Activities of the people in the middle east. Work, work and work. But somewhere else is just fighting every day. In fact they also do a lot of things like gambling or the like.

“It's time before revolution.”

Exactly, it happened before the middle eastern region was at war with each other.

In the hot gentle breeze, his black hair decomposed and both eyes began to see what happened next. It was at war when the two people exchanged looks with each other.

That makes it two camps. Unfortunately, one of them only had a small group. Those who saw this clearly thought that the one who won was definitely that person.

A man who is old but his body is fit. There was no disability than the young man beside him.

“This thought, I don't remember it? Why?” Yongchun wondered to himself.

“Swordsman! What the hell are you talking about? You don't remember it?” asked Niao who was still at the side.

“Yes. I don't remember this. Just vaguely to me, as if it were all still unfamiliar. But I know who that guy is.”

The young man there is Asyura (Yongchun) and the man is his archenemy ever since his family was killed by him. Indirectly by using the curse of hereditary westerners.

The inexcusable. A man named Viona, is the mastermind behind the murder of his parents. Then Lacro, the westerner who became his teacher as a child. He is the one who has the curse. Kill with a rusty sword, blindly go mad.

“Do you remember it now?” ask Niao.

“No. I don't remember having parents. I don't even remember that face. The face plastered there is completely foreign.”

The various expressions he saw from the many people he interacted with, he could not understand. Only speechless with a frown, while thinking about what he passed when the war occurred.

And the most surprising thing was when he met Gupta. He may not remember the face, but he remembers the voice of the young man.

However, as Yongchun continued to irritate him for being followed continuously, he tried to accept his friendship.

Even in an awkward state.

Though the first time they met was when Gupta took him to a quiet place and invited him to a duel. While Gupta lost but Yongchun considered it trivial.

I used to say this, “Yang then let it pass. Duel or whatever will not make you profit.”

“Wait for me to ever say that?”

“That's your own memory. You really don't remember, do you? Don't tell me your memory is distorted because of the god's body,” Niao said.

“Tadi ..what? Don't say hard words, Niao. I still need to learn.”

“I mean well ..unstable, destroyed, or maybe being ...hm, this is difficult to explain.”

“You really suck at patronizing, Niao.”

What illusion? It's just a memory that just passes. Seeing him he was relieved of it. Especially when meeting people who feel familiar to him.

Continued on the civil war which was originally only done by two people. And turned into two camps that fought each other.

Gupta has been a loyal companion to Yongchun ever since. He would do anything to achieve what Yongchun wanted. A World Peace.

But that's a hard thing to achieve. That's why they promised each other to reconcile the middle east region first. Binding the promise with a sword duel once again. Fight each other and risk everything they have.

Until then. Gupta silently endured the wound that left him half dead, his body rotting but still able to stand. Yongchun at that time did not know.

Those memories disappear and change to other memories. The arrow shot from behind, and pierced through the heart of Gupta protecting the boy from the flames.

“YOU KILLED ME!” This voice was no longer from Yongchun's memories. It is only the sound of the illusion that is heard directly.

“Hey, swordsman!” call Niao in a loud voice, as he slapped his shoulder again.

Yongchun just silently stared helplessly. Seeing as well as hearing the figure of Gupta who was slightly different from his memory.

Gupta walked up to him and said the same sentence. Yongchun killed him.

“Did I ever do that to my own best friend?” I wonder if he did that. Begin to doubt with the talk often discussed by them.

Gupta sacrificed his life just for his own sake. That doesn't mean he killed her.

Then what was now in front of this Yongchun? Totally inversely proportional. It was as if the Gupta up there did not accept his fate.

“Tell Niao, have I ever done it?” Yongchun asked as he lowered his head deeply.

Massaging his forehead then again saying, “Is that true? Then ...why am I still alive?”

“Don't be affected, hey! Son! I told you it was an illusion. Whether it's you or someone you know. I told you, even if the memory is real and you have experienced, but also tucked in an illusion that will mislead you.”

Niao probably said so in front of Yongchun. But inwardly, this “Illusion will strengthen your relationship with the hell realm. So you can stay here.” With grin.