Triumph of the Sword Saint: A Progression Fantasy Saga by DB King

Author:DB King [King, DB]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-12-21T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Bashira sat motionless atop an old wooden chair. Her face was dark and dour, her once youthful features having aged decades after her very recent ordeal. And how could she not?

Mere ten minutes ago, the healer of Ikoshu, the one the people turned to when they were sick or wounded or injured, had just killed an innocent girl, spilling her blood upon the soil as though she was some nameless farm animal whose fate was slaughter.

Her hands shook and her mind raged. Miyuki should not have suffered such a fate!

That little girl had been innocent. She’d done nothing wrong to warrant such a brutal end to her life. She had deserved more. Miyuki should’ve lived, forever gracing Ikoshu with her smiles and laughter.

Bashira’s head fell. The smooth, hardwood floor greeted her with silence. Farmer Ichiro sat across her, staring deeply into the crimson bladed thing that Bashira had propped on the wall away from them.

His haunted eyes were still and dark. The healer could almost understand the depth of his despair, but the old man hadn’t there when Miyuki had been brought into the world, kicking and screaming. Her despair was far deeper.

They sat in the quiet of Ichiro’s house, the fire pit cackling and blazing to their right and a pot of tea slowly boiling next to it. The windows were either closed or covered in blinds, so only the tiniest rays of light could peak through. It didn’t matter.

Neither of them was in the mood to see the sunshine, their harrowed souls shivering after that ordeal. Bashira could still hear Miyuki’s last words—the strained, but grateful, ‘thank you’ that had fluttered out of her bloodied lips.

“The Murasaki Clan …” Ichiro began, speaking just above a whisper.

Bashira’s eyes snapped up, fiery energy blazing at the edges of her irises.

Ichiro gulped. “They’re not… wholly human—not really.”

That caught Bashira’s attention. What could they be other than humans?

Sure, she knew the late lord, Murasaki Hamada, who was said to have possessed the physical prowess to rival a full-fledged mage from the Imperial Academy. True enough, Bashira did recall some sort of exhibition match between a much younger lord Hamada and some nameless mage, many years ago.

The young Murasaki lord had triumphed, much to everyone’s surprise. The man did not have an ounce of magic in him. He should not have won a duel against a mage. Heck, he should not even be capable of defeating the weakest of mages, and yet he won in a true duel with many witnesses.

In hindsight, such a thing wouldn’t otherwise be possible for mortals.

And yet it didn’t make sense—not one bit at all. Lord Murasaki Hamada, may he rest in peace, had been just a human being. He had been certainly an incredibly powerful human being, but he was human—nothing more, a fluke among the mortals.

“What are you talking about?” Bashira raised a single eyebrow. “They’re all humans. Most of the Murasaki Clan members were noted to be mortals, save for lord Hamada’s son, who was rumored to have possessed immense magical potential.

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