The title of Young General Zhang couldn't persuade me to come. But when he said the sword to be repaired was P…
The title of Young General Zhang couldn't persuade me to come. But when he said the sword to be repaired was Palebreak, I came.
The furnace was red-hot, but Palebreak's owner hadn't arrived. I looked at the young man sitting quietly, hesitating to feed Palebreak into the flames.
Master, no need to wait. My uncle will not come.
Not coming this time, or never coming again?
The only sound in the forging room was Palebreak being scorched by the flames, as if sealing both our lips. I'd forgotten: the man in front of me wasn't my benefactor, just Palebreak's new owner.
"If he doesn't want this sword, why not return it to me?" I grew more and more annoyed, putting down my hammer and sitting on the ground, staring at the young man. "Why isn't he coming? Did he break his arm and can't hold a sword anymore?"
...Someone won't let him hold a sword. He had to entrust it to me, to hold it for him.
I fumed, my beard bristling. "The swordsmith still waits here, yet the sword-wielder has fled." Old and provoked, my body became agile instead. Within a few days, I gave Palebreak to Young General Zhang, shouldered my pack, and left.
No sage can stop him from holding a sword. Only by gripping the sword can he kill those who forbid him from holding it
When I reach Chang'an, I'll give him a sword better than Palebreak, let him continue being the most awe-inspiring great general..