Chapter 6: Martial Soul Chapter 1

Please note, foolish readers. The language spoken and used by the characters in this world is not English. This is simply a translated version done by I personally so your pitiful mortal minds can understand.

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The evening sun hung across the sky. Glimmering green grass paved the ground for a great distance, the dew from the previous rain sparkling a melancholic orange from the sun’s glow.

On this plateau, there were many young children and adults practicing martial arts. Littered around this field were maple trees of all colors.

Underneath one such maple tree was a young boy whose eyes were closed in leisure. His long black hair was tied a high ponytail and his angular face showed the drool leaking from his lips. He wore black-colored garbs typical of martial artists.

This boy did not look handsome, but he was not ugly per se. His face was clear of any marks that could detract from his appearance.

Perhaps his dreams had taken a turn for the worse, as the young boy’s eyebrows furrowed and his eyelids trembled. A few seconds went by and his eyes opened, awoken from slumber. He looked around in a daze, then confusion marred his face, after which he showed realization.

“Forgot I fell asleep here. Hehe.” The young boy spent a few seconds on the ground before slowly getting up.

“Awwhhh~. Thanks Old Maple, you're always so comfortable.” The boy yawned and patted to the maple tree as if it could understand him.

“Oi, Shi, come on! Let’s go get lunch!” Another boy came along. He was clearly familiar with the sleepy boy, as he spoke on a first name basis. His eyes were a royal violet with a faint tinge of gold. His angular face showcased his great genes and he had a slim, muscular type of body. His hair was a vibrant gold and added to his handsome face.

Han Shi’s head moved upwards languidly; his gaze oozed his sloth as he locked on to the other boy. “Okay, Lin...” His voice faded as his head drooped, ready to go back to sleep.

Seeing his friend about to return to slumber, Han Lin smoothly and naturally placed his palm on Han Shi’s shoulders as he finally reached under the maple tree. “Wake up, wake up! Shi, don’t go back to sleep!” His voice was loud and monotone, as Han Lin shook Han Shi with great force for the n^th time over the years.

“Ahhh~.” Han Shi screamed(?) in a soft flatlined voice. He was clearly unfazed as his head started clearing from his sleepiness.

After being so routinely awakened, Han Shi looked at Han Lin. After which, in mutual understanding, both walked towards a building complex a distance away with Han Lin leading and Han Shi behind. Their actions were natural and filled with familiarity. This had clearly happened many a time.

They weaved through the trees along the way as Han Lin started talking, slowly. His somewhat deep, smooth voice held a vague tinge of excitement as he had a faint smile on his face. “Shi, soon we’re going to awaken our martial souls. Aren’t you excited? You may even be able to fix your problem.”

Han Shi’s eyes glazed over with a languid happiness and excitement. “Yeah.”

Han Lin didn’t mind the short answer. He continued speaking, “But even if things don’t work out, you don’t need to worry too much. Your friend will take care of you.”

“…I'm not into men.” Han Shi quipped as he was slowly losing some of his languid aura.

“And neither am I.” Han Lin was unfazed by Han Shi’s implied meaning as he spoke back.

“I would want my future wife to do so.” Han Shi continued his unfinished statement.

Han Lin in amusement, questioned, “Hmmm, and where will you find someone who’ll take care of you?”

“Destiny, my friend.” Han Shi answered, his voice still its typical listlessness.

“What if your destiny is to forever be alone?” Han Lin joked as he was amused.

“One often meets his destiny on the path he takes to avoid it.” Han Shi quoted, his monotone voice filled with mystery.

Han Lin squinted his eyes, though Han Shi couldn’t see from behind him. “Another one of your unknown quotes, I take it?”

“Yeah…” While Han Shi hadn’t given up on trying to remember where he’d heard these things, his interest in these lost memories had calmed compared to years ago.

“I still wonder where you learn them from. Unless you created them yourself, that is.” Even though Han Lin sounded his doubt, he still believed in Han Shi. After all, for as long as he’d known Han Shi, the listless boy had never lied to him.

“But back on topic, what kind of martial soul do you think you’ll get? Personally, I think mine would be a book, or maybe a sword.”

“Hm~, the pen is mightier than the sword?” Though Han Shi spoke this confidently in the beginning, his voice later illustrated his confusion, as he himself did not believe this.

“Oh? What’s a pen? I've never heard of that weapon.” Han Lin first expressed mild surprise and then curiosity as he had never read or heard of anyone mentioning this “pen”.

“It’s not a weapon, but…” He still didn’t know why he thought this, even though the words had come from his own two lips.

“But?” Han Lin’s extended the end of the word, an inquiry for Han Shi to continue.

“I don’t know what it is.” Even though Han Shi remembered pretty much everything about his 17 years of life, he could never remember where exactly he had learned about these mystical things.

“Haa~, I really hope your martial soul will help you, so that I won’t have to be left out in the middle of the desert like this again.” Han Lin sighed. This wasn’t the first time this had happened. While he had learned a lot from Han Shi’s quotes and philosophies, there were always times he would be left blueballed from random things that did not exist. He had actually learned the term blueballed from Han Shi, but even the person himself did not know why this frustrating feeling was named as it was.

“I think mine’ll be a Yin Yang Bear.” Han Shi joked lackadaisically.

“They do like to sleep a lot. If you get it, maybe you'll really be able to find a wife.” The Yin Yang Bears were unbearably cute creatures filled with fluffiness and were pretty much known for their slothfulness. Though it was a creature of myth that very few knew. Han Lin was actually the one who told Han Shi about because of how much they reminded him of the slothful youth.

As they walked, they continued conversing. Eventually they entered the complex’s alloyed doors and proceeded to the dining hall where they would get food from the clan’s apprentice chefs.

They ate their food leisurely in the bustling atmosphere. They would occasionally get weird and disdainful glances from the other clan youths in the hall but they continued on with their lunch. It was not like this was the first time this had happened and they had long gotten used to it.

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After finishing their lunch, they headed back to the vicinity of the maple tree.

As smoothly as water, they started stretching. When they had completed their stretching, they both got into stances, preparing to fight.

Han Lin asked, as usual. “Are you ready?”

And as usual, Han Shi responded. “Yes.”

With this, they both charged at each other. They punched and kicked, and their actions were filled with grace. Their moves were concise and precise, with little waste of movement. They were both ruthless in their movements, aiming for the vital spots of their opponent.

Yet, whenever they were guaranteed a hit on the other, their fists would veer off and miss their vitals but still deal damage on nearby parts.

There were some differences in their fighting styles, however.

Han Shi’s movements showed an air of leisure and relaxed calm.

Han Lin’s movements were confident and staunch, with a domineering aura.

After some time, the two lay on the ground panting. Their daily spar had tired them out. Resting for a while, Han Lin got up and looked over to Han Shi. When he saw him sleeping, his eyes revealed their worries. He started meditating in the lotus position, to recover his strength and used some medicine to take care of his minor bruises.

While in meditation, he thought about his friend. Han Shi was a talented boy. What he himself had to work so hard on, Han Shi could do easily. His friend’s talent was far above anyone else he’d ever seen. But even so, he didn’t envy him.

Han Shi had been born with an illness, one that no ordinary doctor could learn the reason why, and no ordinary doctor could cure. While he didn’t know if those masters in the medical fields could help Han Shi, what he did know was that they wouldn’t waste their time on two common men like Han Shi and himself.

Han Shi’s parents had neither the money nor the power to help their son and neither did he. Han Lin sighed as he stewed in his thoughts.

Han Shi suffered from an inexplicable and uncontended urge to sleep, whether he wanted to or not. Even though he was talented, he could never execute his talents to their full potential or even at all. It was obvious by how no one even knew Han Shi was so talented.

Although his parents knew he was talented, they had never actually known just how much talent Han Shi held.

Truthfully, Han Lin did not expect much from the Martial Soul awakening to help Han Shi. It was because of this that he had taken it upon himself to learn medicine.

Though, as grim as it was to say it, Han Shi’s situation had taught him just how much time he had. It was the reason he capitalized on his own abundant time to learn as much as he could; his main focuses being reading about a variety of topics that would be helpful in his future such as characteristics of spirit beasts and whatnot, medicine and the sword.

In a world where strength ruled, it was natural that you would learn how to use a weapon, the most popular being a sword, as it was a versatile weapon.

As sad as he was, time waited for no man. When he finished healing himself, he got up and checked Han Shi’s body. It was free of most bruises and some were slowly but surely healing. This was one of the reasons he thought of Han Shi as most talented. This regenerative ability was already on par with his own homemade remedy.

Taking up Han Shi and placing him on his back, Han Lin headed back. He ignored the disdainful gazes of those that he walked past. When he reached Han Shi’s small home, he knocked on the door and waited for Han Shi’s parents to let him in.

A middle-aged woman of average appearance came out, and upon seeing him, smiled. “Oh, if it isn’t Lin boy. Are you bringing back Xiao Shi?”

“Yes, Miss Lee. He fell asleep after we were finished training.” Though he didn’t know how many times he’d said these same exact words, Han Lin knew that this certainly wouldn’t be the last time he said these to Lee Feng.

“Well, come on in. I've just finished some chicken soup, don’t worry and make yourself at home.”

Going inside, Han Lin saw Han Shi’s father, Han Fang. A bulky man with a grizzled beard, of average appearance with black hair and black eyes like everyone else in Han Shi’s direct family.

When Han Fang saw Han Lin with Han Shi on his back, his eyes softened. “Boy, thank you for all you’ve done over the years.”

Understanding where Han Fang was coming from, Han Lin responded, “No thanks needed. Han Shi is my friend… it’s what any friend would do.”

Han Fang nodded and sported a faint smile. “Well, come on. I’ve caught us a three-eyed chicken for dinner today.”

Once dinner had been prepared, Mother Lee had put it on the table and they started eating. Though Han Shi was still asleep so he couldn’t eat, so they would leave some for him.

As Han Lin was eating, Father Han spoke, “Tomorrow’s going to be the day for the Soul Awakening Ceremony. Are you prepared?”

Han Lin took some time to answer, “…Yes.”

Han Fang looked at him quietly, “That’s good.” After some time, Mother Lee also spoke, “Don’t worry, Lin. Whatever happens, just remember to be true to yourself.”

After they finished eating, as Han Lin was preparing to leave, Han Fang came up to him.

His staunch and rough voice echoed where they were outside. “You're soon going to start your own journey.” His eyes revealed his age as he continued, “I won’t say the same as Feng, because sometimes the truth of some people is that they’re evil… That’s why I ask of you, Lin, don’t worry about evil… or good. Instead, remember where you started.”

When he’d finished, Han Fang smiled and pat him on the shoulder, following which he went inside.

Watching him leave, Han Lin turned around. As an orphan, these two were his protectors from the cold winds. While he’d had a house, he did not have parents who could foster him. These two were the guides his late parents were supposed to be. They had offered him help in his time of need.

Returning home, he went to sleep, a little calmer.

 

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