Chapter 116
The Eighteen Aphorisms of Shaolin.
The Southern Palace’s Heavenly Thunder Sword School.
The power of the Heavenly Comrade’s secret weapon, which the two had shared since the beginning, made the eyes of onlookers grow as big as candlesticks.
The golden pillars of the heavenly mountain filled the snow with splendor.
Blue thunderbolts roared, splitting the pillars and setting their hearts on fire.
The unmanned long for the unmanned.
And the children are at the end of their rope, the moment when dreams are nurtured.
It was a moment of reflection for the samurai, who were just trying to get through the day.
It seemed that I was not the only one who faced the gate, and the silent, consistent reaction for a long time after the gate was lowered consisted of recalling the battle that had just taken place.
Like a fog that has settled, it was not easy to clear away the aftermath, but one cannot dwell on it forever.
“Grand Duke of the Southern Palace, the Southern Palace Clan of the Thunder Sword Castle has been victorious.”
Someone wins,
and others lost.
“You are the winner. It is the fate of the winners to enjoy their victory, and the losers to realize their responsibility.”
When I joined the Kendo Club, I remember my uncle telling me these words. Eight years later, the words still echo in my head and haunt me.
“I’m glad that the match ended safely with no one injured, and I hope that the Southern Palace Class will go back to their seats and rest for the next round.”
As Huang Tianhou spoke, I turned and smiled at him, and I could sense his feelings. Seeing the look of gratitude on his face, thanking me for playing as well as he had feared and as well as he had hoped, I returned the favor.
