Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Mo Wen was completely unaware of what Xiao Hei was thinking, nor did he care. He didn't want to burden Xiao Hei's pure heart with his troubles.
Time passed, and the sounds of battle outside jolted him awake. He sat up, supporting himself on the edge of the bed, shaking his groggy head and rubbing his eyes. He pulled on his clothes from the bedside. Outside, flashes of light flickered; this scene was familiar to him. His family made a living through weapon forging, which took place day and night. During busy times, the family compound was brightly lit even at night, with flames dancing everywhere. Whenever the topic of weapon forging came up, the family members stood tall with pride, as their reputation for forging spread throughout the world. People came daily seeking their craftsmanship; ordinary tools were forged by the younger generation, while high-level items required the expertise of the elders. Since Mo Wen could remember, he had never seen Old Ancestor forge anything himself, but stories of Old Ancestor's forging prowess circulated widely in the clan. Ordinary people could hardly ever summon Old Ancestor for such tasks.
"In the future, I want to be a master forger just like Old Ancestor!" Every time Old Ancestor finished recounting his forging tales, Mo Wen would clench his small fists and make a solemn vow.
"Hehe! You will be even more powerful than Old Ancestor one day," Old Ancestor would chuckle and pat Mo Wen's little head whenever he heard his declaration.
Recently, however, Old Ancestor returned from a trip looking troubled and issued strict orders for clan members to practice Martial Arts. The clan had no shortage of weapons, but generations had focused primarily on forging, neglecting their martial training. According to Old Ancestor, clan members were only suited for forging and had inherent deficiencies when it came to martial arts; thus, they hired external guards for protection.
Mo Wen was a unique presence in the clan. While other children learned forging alongside their elders, he was assigned by Old Ancestor to study martial arts. He had lived with Old Ancestor since he could remember and had never seen his parents. Whenever Mo Wen inquired about them, clan members would become evasive, only telling him that his parents were managing family business far away. Fortunately, the clan was united and treated Mo Wen well.
"When you grow up and become powerful, you'll be able to meet your parents," Old Ancestor told him. Motivated by this promise, Mo Wen worked hard at his training. He didn't fully understand what it meant to be strong; every time he asked Uncle Quan from the guard team what strength entailed, Uncle Quan would scratch his head in confusion. Uncle Quan was the captain of the clan's guards and the son of the previous captain who had passed away; upon his death, Old Ancestor appointed Uncle Quan to take over his position. The leadership of the guard team had always been held by Uncle Quan's lineage; it was said that his ancestors came here alongside Mo Wen's ancestors and eventually adopted the surname Mo as well. Currently, Mo Wen trained in Martial Arts under Uncle Quan’s guidance. Previously, he practiced diligently every day before spending time with Old Ancestor in the sun.
Mo Wen had no concept of martial training in his mind; however, he realized that he was progressing much slower than others. Children his age could lift stones as large as millstones while he struggled to lift even half that size. This realization left him feeling sad for quite some time.
Old Ancestor and Mo Wen lived near a grove within the clan grounds where there was an open space featuring a large black stone that resembled an old cow lying on the ground. The clansmen referred to it as "Old Cow Stone." This stone was jet black and had been polished smooth by generations of Mo Family children sitting on it. To the clansmen, it was just an ordinary stone; to Mo Wen, it served as both a playground with friends and a sunbathing spot with Old Ancestor.
Comment 0 Comment Count