He helped with city defense, but often failed. Not because his mechanisms weren't exquisite, but because the p…
He helped with city defense, but often failed. Not because his mechanisms weren't exquisite, but because the places he went were often in dire straits. Later, he took on many disciples, teaching them city defense techniques to help. However, the tide was difficult to turn. Among his disciples, some went to aid various places, some abandoned him and left when things failed, and others died in battle.
They came and went, piercing his heart.
One day, He suffered another defeat. A stray arrow came flying, hitting the compass pendant that Ya had given him, which he wore at his waist. The pendant broke, but He survived. In the chaos, he couldn't stop to pick it up, still busy evacuating the people. Only when he reached safety did he feel the loss.
Unexpectedly, the people found a black stone, carved a replica of the pendant, and gave it back to He.
He rubbed it for a long time. Afterwards, he kept it with him, never leaving it.
"Sir, you are the compass for us disciples."
"The people are my compass."