Chương 662: The Right Path - 662
Skymender reached up and touched his face. Indeed, he was not wearing his mask anymore.
After all, since the Imperial Scholar knew about his breathing problems and was essentially designing a new chest for him, why wouldn't he go ahead and fix his throat issue.
After all, the hole in his chest gave him direct access to his throat.
Skymender spoke. "That problem has been solved with the help of the Imperial Scholar."
Li Youcai nodded and looked at the rest of his body. "But Lord Skymender, what exactly happened to you in there?"
Skymender did not give a detailed answer. "An accident occurred and I sustained some injuries, but it is nothing that should harm me any longer."
Li Youcai nodded. Since Skymender did not want to go into detail, he had no right to continue speaking on the matter.
"Your parents will be excited for your return."
Skymender nodded and left with Li Youcai.
There was only a little bit of summer time remaining.
The carriage ride was ten days long, and when Skymender returned, he was greeted by his family. Naturally, he was asked a lot of questions.
In the past ten days, his looks had not changed at all. His hair was still white, his skin was still pale, and now, there were a few red spots near his chest. The spots were not like bumps or a rash, but like tattoos drawn in blood red.
They formed patterns with lines and curves.
However, all of this was hidden below his clothes and bandages. During the trip, he had Li Youcai change his bandages. Though he had questions, Skymender told him to forget what he saw. Li Youcai, being Skymender's servant, naturally agreed. Although he was loyal to the Sky barony, and Baron Sky by connection, he was even more loyal to Skymender himself, who he was a personal servant of.
His parents only saw hair and pale face, along with the fact that he no longer wore a mask. They asked Skymender some questions, but he brushed all of them off. They did not push, knowing Skymender was very mature for his age.
What hadn't changed was the glove on his hand, but that was barely noticeable.
Skymender eventually got away with simply saying it was a temporary side effect of curing his throat problem, which they accepted.
What got them to truly give it up was when Skymender had said that they could speak to the Imperial Scholar if they had any doubts of what occurred.
They nodded, and not daring to bother the Imperial Scholar, dropped the matter.
Seeing his room for the first time in a while, Skymender felt a sense of relaxation. He laid on his bed and fell asleep. Surprisingly, he fell asleep for more than 20 hours. His parents were concerned that he was in his room for so long, but did not bother him. Skymender finally woke up and decided to completely get rid of all of the exhaustion that had built up during the Imperial Scholar Camp. Over the next few days, he lazed around in bed, barely willing to walk downstairs to eat.
After four days, he woke up fully recovered.
He finally left his room. It had been a while since he had thought of his family. He wondered how his sister was doing. Logically, she should have become a Sword Master by now, but he had not heard a thing about her since she left. After all, he himself had been quite busy.
Skymender went to his parents and asked about it.
"We don't know either. She's been gone for more than a year now. We wrote a few letters, but all we received back was "In Progress"."
Both of his parents were clearly very worried about the situation. Skymender understood.
He moved to the empty backyard. When he was younger, it would be hard to find it empty, as Skybelle was almost always practicing the sword in it. However, she had been gone for a while.
Skymender looked around and found a sword.
He picked it up and looked ahead. There was a practice dummy. He had seen Skybelle practice a lot. After a moment, he gripped the sword tightly. He pointed it at the dummy and stepped forward.
He leaped off of his feet, slashing forward, before stopping, turning, and swinging up. He danced around the dummy, never once destroying it, but knicking it every single time.
After three straight minutes, he stopped. However, he was not tired at all. This was something he had never been able to do since his throat injury. After all, he had found it difficult to breathe.
As he thought to himself, he heard clapping behind him. His older brother, Skymerge, had a stunned look.
"You looked like Skybelle for a moment."
Skymender nodded. What he had just displayed was greater swordsmanship than he had ever shown in his life. He had never been so fast or strong, until the Imperial Scholar helped him recreate his chest. It somehow seemed to change everything, vastly improving his speed and strength. Of course, he was nowhere near a Sword Master.
He was simply far better than before.
Skymerge left after a few words, and Skymender was left with a conflicted feeling. He looked at the sword, and then at his chest. One represented the path of swordsmanship, true and pure, almost beautiful. The other represented the path of poison. Dangerous, evil and looked down upon.
Which was the better path to travel down?
Skymender could not give the right answer, but he could give his own. He stuck the sword in the ground and walked back inside.
There was no need for him to feel conflicted at all. He was not that talented in the sword. His older sister's talent was so great that it made him seem as if he was somewhat of a genius. And this was just the result of being beat up by her.
His talent was shown in the path of poison, one much more dangerous to oneself and to others.
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