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"Grandpa Luwei."
"What will you teach us today?"
"I want to learn the Long Spear, the one you perford brilliantly with in the courtyard last ti!"
"..."
This was a fishing village, where the wooden houses were not spacious, suitable for a maximum of three to four occupants.
Living here was an elderly man with white, frosty hair, along with his granddaughter and grandson.
The old man’s face was lined with wrinkles, his stature tall, yet due to aging, seed extrely thin. Barefooted, he sat on the ground, and upon seeing the children enter, showed a smile, "Are the little ones here?"
"Grandpa, the thing you used last ti, that, that..."
"I an the whoosh, swish, clack clack clack thing," a boy gestured, "I want to learn!"
"That’s called swordsmanship, a technique executed with a weapon known as ’Great Sword’."
The swordsmanship that Old Luwei spoke of was not the type with a double-edged blade from the Eastern Empire, but more akin to the Great Sword from the Lost Sakura Holand.
However, combat is really about the sharpness of one’s eyes and mind. The specific moves and weaponry you use aren’t actually all that important.
Different paths lead to the sa destination; all return to simplicity and truth.
Just like Old Luwei, who was proficient with swords, spears, and halberds.
Using a sword was simply a continuation of an old habit.
Besides, with his age, brandishing a huge spear or halberd would put too much strain on his old back, so choosing the Great Sword was also out of necessity.
"Grandpa, what are you doing?"
As the old man reached for the wooden sword, intending to demonstrate once more to the children, a tall black-haired woman walked in.
"You’re how old now, and still so raucous."
The woman, nad Luwei Demon Princess, was 26 years old and the biological granddaughter of Grandpa Luwei, as well as the protective deity of the fishing village.
The Demon Princess was highly skilled in martial arts, a true inheritor of Grandpa Luwei’s legacy.
For many years, she, along with her younger brother and sister, acted as guardians of the village, ensuring the safety of the villages from bandits and ruffians.
"Sister Ghost Princess."
"Sister Ghost Princess, teach us swordsmanship."
"This..."
Although the Ghost Princess had a cool and distant appearance, she was quite amiable by nature. With so many children asking, she found it difficult to refuse.
However, this ti, the Ghost Princess truly had sothing to discuss with her grandfather, "Everyone, sister has sothing to discuss with Grandpa. In the afternoon, I will surely teach you."
"Okay~~~"
Soon, the Ghost Princess sent the children away.
"What’s the matter?"
Once the children had left, Grandpa Luwei asked.
"The second sister found out so news from the outside. Although I’m not sure if it’s true, I think this news might be very important to you, Grandpa."
Without holding back, the Ghost Princess spoke directly, "Yatun has established a nation."
"Hmm?!!"
The ordinarily lethargic Grandpa Luwei suddenly beca focused.
In that mont, even the Ghost Princess felt as if being watched by evil spirits, as she saw the old man slowly rise, "Girl, are you certain? Yatun, it’s not soone else’s, it’s... it’s his? Saros’s?"
"It seems it’s not the teacher. The King of Yatun is called Bailuo Yatun."
Among all her siblings, the Ghost Princess was the only one who had seen the old uncle.
Not only had she seen him, but she was also one of his disciples. From the age of four or five, she would serve tea and water to the group and do the laundry.
By the age of 10, she even joined them on the battlefield during their adventures, participating in several fierce battles.
Regrettably, an accident 12 years prior caused them to be separated from their old uncle and Elder Mountain Grandpa, with their whereabouts unknown and no contact since.
"This na! Yes, this is the na!"
Grandpa Luwei lifted his head and chuckled softly, "Saros ntioned it to many tis! It has to be him! This country, it must be his country."
"Really?"
"Yes."
The old man said, "The promise we made back then, I didn’t expect I would live to see the day co true."
"But even if I die, you would take them to find Yatun, wouldn’t you?"
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"Yes!"
They had lived in the fishing village for ten years, but for the Ghost Princess, the team, the old uncle, Glarus, Elder Mountain, Granny Silverleaf, they were her true family.
"But will that Bailuo His Majesty of Yatun accept us?"
"Are you not loyal?"
"In this life, I will serve only one person," the Ghost Princess said almost reflexively, "Once in service, I will never betray!"
From a very young age, Grandpa Luwei instilled this mindset into them.
Their life’s purpose was to serve a single master.
To find him, to be faithful to him until death, without regret or complaint.
Such education was extrely harsh, even brutal, but this was the ancestral teaching of the Luwei family, passed down through generations.
"A miracle can discern a person’s loyalty or treachery."
"That His Majesty must also be a great person," Grandpa Luwei said, "the country is newly established, with much to be done, an opportune ti for employing people."
"Your teacher was most strategic; since he has made it public, he might be expecting us old folks to find out."
"But he’s quite the scoundrel."
Grandpa Luwei held his forehead, "The places we frequented, if he just left so clues there, wouldn’t we have found our way there?"
"Was it really necessary to hide to such an extent that even I, after searching for ten years, couldn’t find it!"
Given Grandpa Luwei’s understanding of the old uncle, he must have had his reasons for acting this way.
The most likely one was the safety of Bailuo.
The boy was extrely important to him, so much so that not even the slightest risk could be disclosed.
"But where could Yatun be?"
"Two places, one is the Archduke’s territory; she had a close relationship with Elder Yadun (Grandpa Bailuo). If Saros fled there with his family, she would definitely protect them."
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