The eldest Zhang son had knelt before the Buddha for five days. He was filled with regret. Regret that he tau…
The eldest Zhang son had knelt before the Buddha for five days. He was filled with regret.
Regret that he taught his younger brother swordsmanship but not how to protect himself while using it.
So when his brother took a blade to champion justice, a moment's lapse left him gravely wounded—all the elder brother's fault.
The monk entered the hall again, placing a piece of dark iron before him.
Your brother lives, and there is still time. More knowledge brings more wisdom. You did nothing wrong—you simply did not do enough.
He touched the iron. A servant rushed in with news: his younger brother had awoken. Overjoyed, he stumbled to his feet and ran out.
I will teach him still—everything I know, one thing at a time. When full-fledged, he will ride the wind to places I could never reach.