...No elders are willing to help us. They all say there is no hope, that we should accept fate and let the chi…
...No elders are willing to help us. They all say there is no hope, that we should accept fate and let the child find release.
A person has but one life. If they find "release," then there is nothing left at all.
A student named Zhang heard of this and said, "The Twelve Golden Colossi in the "Mohist Scripture" could dance and speak. If a person's hands and feet can be replaced, why not the head?"
What a madman... But to save this life, we must try... We must try it ourselves.
The elders say mechanized flesh is a forbidden Mohist art—that the child should not live. I thought Zhang Wanshi was a mild-tempered man, but that was the first time I saw him so angry.
Throughout the year, with every bit of growth, the connection points felt like a dull knife grinding against bone, which is an unbearable pain. Zhang Wanshi found Anesthesia Powder, but the child was stubborn; he would rather scream than sleep.
...Did we truly do a good deed?
At year's end, we will go to Mohist Hill. From then on, no one can predict the child's life or death.
Before leaving, Halcyon asked me: What is the world outside the mountains truly like? What kind of world leaves a child with no way to live?
I could not answer... But we both knew that the answer lies outside the mountains, not in the classrooms of Mohist Hill.