CHAPTER 100: WHO IS THAT?

"What’s that flying above the roofs of the building?" Clara said, walking toward the open window in the room she stood in.

The moment she stopped at the side of the window, placed her palms on the stool of the window frame, and saw the actual object, sweat beaded her face in an instant while her bones trembled in her like a snake under an ant’s attack.

Tracing the obsidian sword fly in the sky and vanish when it moved past where she could see, Clara bashed out of the room and ran toward the direction the sword flew to.

And when she reached outside her room, she grabbed the tip of her skirt and pulled it slightly up, enabling her to run faster.

Reaching the pathway leading to the long staircase, Clara joined in with the numerous monks also following the direction of the sword, and when the sword descended the staircase, everyone stopped, their mouths opening wide.

"This is the first time seeing something like this in my entire life," the oldest monk said, scraping his fingers through his white long beard and combing them with his fingernails.

Hearing the oldest monk’s words, everyone standing beside him stared at him with shocked expressions, as if the monk had triggered a nuclear blast in their minds.

Clara, who happened to be the only one who knew about the obsidian sword, shook her head, sighed, and turned back, walking sluggishly.

One after another, everyone exited from the top of the stairs and headed back, moving in groups and gossiping about the strange occurrence they had seen for their life.

Meanwhile, inside the doors of the Shadow Cult’s section beneath the stairs, water-dripping sounds echoed as the flying sword entered the half-moon arc door at the right side.

The sword moved from the roofs of the buildings, slicing through the still air with a whip sound, moved at the top of the bridge on top of the pond spreading long, then slammed on the walls of the large building at the far distance.

At the impact of the sword and the building, a loud crashing sound echoed from the outside and the inside of the building, jolting debris from the walls and letting them fall on the ground.

Inside the closed door at the far side inside the building, Yung Mai cracked his eyes open and jolted from the ground.

He squeezed his eyes, walked toward the door, and exited, leaving the boy alone in the room.

As Yung Mai walked in the outside chamber, strong air gushed into the room he exited, raising the strands of hair on the boy sitting in a lotus posture’s face.

The moment Yung Mai’s shadow exited through the main door of the chamber he was in, Kai’s eyes cracked open, letting him see the emptiness around him.

He stood up from the floor, walked toward the table the canes of incense were arranged in a black cup, then stared at the huge monument the man bowed to.

’Why did he bow to this wood human?’ Kai thought, his eyes moving from side to side of the monument.

Meanwhile, outside the building, Yung Mai halted the moment he saw a group of young men also wearing black and white uniform walking slowly on the bridge and pointing toward the top of the wall of the building.

"Master... what’s that?" one of the twelve men at the front of the bridge bowed to Yung Mai with confused expressions.

Yung Mai frowned, tilted his gaze, and followed the direction the men had pointed their fingers to.

Yung Mai’s eyes widened as he saw an obsidian object pierced through the wall and glittering under the torch-like dimming sun’s gaze that fell from the top and landed on the ground.

Suddenly, as the door of the building Yung Mai had exited opened, the obsidian sword, which moments ago remained still, vibrated, humming so vigorously that it made the building it struck into shake, then pulled itself from the wall and entered through the opened door.

In a blink of an eye, the twelve men who were behind Yung Mai stood in shock as they saw the newly admitted boy walking through the door and holding the sword which had just entered a second ago.

"WHO IS THAT?"

All the twelve men shouted, placing their palms on their mouths and staring at the skinny boy as if he was a long-lost dragon that had returned.

While the twelve men stood there shocked, Yung Mai placed his hands at his back and walked toward the boy, smiling.

Seeing the new faces staring wildly at him, Kai himself became shocked, not being able to pull his eyes from the obsidian sword that flew toward him and fixed itself in his hand.

The moment Yung Mai closed in with the boy, all the water in the pond surrounding the buildings in the environment they were in began to boil, letting evaporated air fill the air and turn into a fog of hot air.

...

Meanwhile, on the road leading to the Sword Sect Barracks in Bion City, three figures walked, swinging their arms and walking tirelessly, holding onto sack of potatoes, rice, and carrots.

Dust swirled around their boots as they slammed their legs on the ground like tired giants.

"Guys, I’m tired... let’s rest for a while," the guy holding the sac of rice said, placing the sac on the ground and pulling the one on his left shoulder and adding it to the two already placed on the ground.

"Man... we’re almost there, carry them... you can rest when you place them at the security post," the potatoes guy said, tightening his grip on the two sacs held tightly in his hands, then turned his shoulder, positioning the sac on his left shoulder to lay properly there.

Seeing the two men almost reaching the barracks gate, the man holding the sacs of rice carried them and ran toward the two men already exiting through the gate.

Meanwhile, inside one of the large buildings in the barracks, Oin, Jinx, Nich, Mike, and a few soldiers sat calmly staring at Max, who stood there pointing toward a whiteboard that had the Gilgal Village written boldly on it.

Max sighed, brushed his hands on his face, then stared wildly at the guys and ladies staring at him. "I’m sorry to give you all this information..."

"From the past years, we’ve been working under the code of conduct under the Westeros Military Government. But since we lost Lieutenant Gray, the government has removed its hands from our barracks."

A wild wind flew across the room after Max paused. The jaws of everyone sitting there tightened as they exchanged glances with one word erupting and filling the room.

"WHY?"