Childhood Friend of the Zenith - Chapter 22

༺ Why is he venturing out again...? (2) ༻

“Come back after you have gotten some rest. you’re going to die at this rate.”

Those were the words Muyeon heard from the leader of his swordsmen squad before becoming an escort.

Muyeon swung his sword every night in order to forget that memory. Yet, they would never fade away.

Martial artists, who had no will of their own other than performing their art. Yet, those memories were like shadows, ink on the page.

Muyeon’s sword was similar to that.

That was the essence of Muyeon’s current sword.

A hollow sword that had no purpose.

He was just swinging it. That’s why no matter how many hundreds or thousands of times he swung the sword, the memory would never fade away.

A prodigy of Ancient Gu Clan. Besides the First Elder’s grandson, Gu Jeolyub, Muyeon’s talent was definitely that of a genius.RêAd lateSt chapters at nô(v)e(l)bin/.c/o/m Only

It was said that Muyeon would have become the first one to reach the Peak realm in Ancient Gu Clan’s history.

Come to think of it now, it was all useless.

Were all first-rate martial artists that obsessed with rank?

Muyeon still couldn’t understand himself.

Why did I come this far, for what reason?

What is left for me?

I still remembered the members of the swordsmen who screamed desperately for help.

What is my purpose of wielding a sword? A swordsmen served to protect with their sword.

And yet, I couldn’t protect them.

Then who am I?

I didn’t know.

I lived like a crippled man. It went on like that until I received the order from the leader.

“I can’t let a martial artist like you rot here like this, not in the current situation. So, this is the best place for me to send you. Go there and take it easy.”

The place I was sent to was the escort squad. An honorable position, protecting the direct descendants of Gu Clan. Yet Muyeon didn’t look at it that way.

“Report each and every one of their actions.”

That was the order he received as soon as he had joined the escort squad.

Why? Am I really protecting them?

In Muyeon’s eyes, the escort team existed in order to observe, rather than escort.

But he didn’t object to the order. Was he in any position to? Muyeon couldn’t figure it out.

Muyeon gets assigned to who he will be escorting shortly after.

He was the third and only son out of the four children of Gu, Gu Yangcheon.

The first impression wasn’t all that good. Every descendant of Gu Clan was exactly like that, his sharp eyes and mouth showed that he’d have a bad temper.

I didn’t talk to him much, but I could definitely tell that he didn’t have a good temper. Not just that but he was arrogant as well.

‘Nice to meet you, Young Master.’

‘You’re the escort?’

“Yes, my name is Muyeon.’

‘Oh my, I told them to bring me a woman, they suck at their job.’

‘Pardon...?’

‘Don’t talk to me, you’re annoying. Go sit in a corner and don’t let me see your face.’

...No wonder why a fellow senior of the swordsmen squad gave me a yakgwa.

‘What is this for?’

‘If he starts to get angry, just listen with one ear and let it out the other, give this to the Young Master. Things will be slightly better after that.’

I was thankful to the senior for that advice. Thanks to him, I was able to deal with the Young Master a bit more effectively.

I didn’t know if it was the leader’s intention, but after spending a week with Gu Yangcheon, I wanted to return to my swordsmen squad.

The new job was easier physically, but it was much harder mentally.

Then one day the Second Elder was looking for Gu Yangcheon.

Then Gu Yangcheon ran away to the streets as soon as he heard the news.

Do I have to stop him?

I thought about it for a short moment.

To be honest I was more scared of Gu Yangcheon’s outrage than the Second Elder’s scolding.

So I just followed him out to the streets and quietly observed him.

Gu Yangcheon didn’t particularly do anything outside.

He was just watching people as they walked by, going on with their lives.

‘...’

To my surprise, the air around him seemed to change into this desolate silence.

What was he thinking? Usually, he had a bad temper, yet, sometimes certain deep emotions would come to surface.

Immense regret and mollifying sorrow lingered across his face.

However, at the same time, his face seemed peaceful and resigned.

The only word that I could think to match the expression that was lingering on his face was, ‘Surrender’.

Why did the Young Master, who was destined to become the Lord give up?

I couldn’t comprehend what pain that boy was going through.

I didn’t really want to pry any further either, as I wasn’t in a position to anyway.

Then one moment,

The air around Gu Yangcheon changed.

To put it into words.

I unconsciously placed my hand on the hilt of my sword. I heard from many others that I had good senses.

I quickly scanned the area with my eyes but didn’t feel any threat.

‘Huh?’

What was this prickling feeling I had? The feeling even gave me the chills.

But it didn’t last long.

“Want a potato?”

Her face wasn’t really visible, but a kid that seemed to be around the same age as Gu Yangcheon appeared in front of him with a basket full of potatoes.

The prickling feeling around the area disappeared. Was that kid responsible for the feeling?

There was no way, but it was better to be safe than sorry. I went closer to Gu Yangcheon, ready to draw my sword any moment.

“Young Master...?”

Shockingly enough, Gu Yangcheon was eating the potato that the child handed to him. The boy that would always flip the table when the dishes weren’t to his liking, that Gu Yangcheon was eating a potato.

The child’s appearance was even more problematic. The clothes she was wearing were tattered and dirty.

I didn’t know when Gu Yangcheon would burst into anger like the time when he would throw his clothes away after wearing it once.

“We get an invitation every year but it wasn’t something I was fond of going to.”

The Military Exhibition was one of the events the Tang Clan hosted. And this was an event hosted in order to showcase their military prowess.

“That starts around this time...?

Once or so, I’ve attended the event in my previous life using the status of Young Lord.

I remember a lot of cool looking weapons being displayed there.

“It’s going to start in about 15 days, so it would be right for me to leave now.”

I barely had enough time to travel such a long distance. Can I really reach Secret Vault of the Golden Nature Clan of Sichuan in that short amount of time?

“But how did you get the approval?”

The reason why I attended the event previously was so that I could make my face known to the Tang clan after I’ve become the Young Lord.

It was unexpected to hear that I was allowed to leave for almost a month, it wasn’t easy for a descendant of Gu Clan to do that.

It was only possible before because I was the Young Lord then.

The Second Elder laughed.

“I just have to do a favor for the Gu Clan.”

“You are going that far?”

What kind of favor will he be doing where it would be easy?

I honestly thought he would just send me off in a random carriage that was on its way to Sichuan.

I mean, it’s still better than running awa-, wait, that is running away.

I got goosebumps realizing that I just had the same thoughts as the Second Elder.

‘I’m at least better than this old bear of a man...’

Yes! Of course I am.

“The promise was made already, and Yangcheon.”

“Yes.”

“I don’t know why you are trying to go to Sichuan, but you are the direct descendant of the Gu Clan. Mark that in your head and act appropriately.”

“...”

He was basically telling me not to cause any trouble.

I made a rather strange look upon hearing his words. They would’ve been more persuasive had it come from a different person.

But it was really unrealistic to hear the Second Elder telling me not to cause any trouble.

“What is that face you’re making? This old man is suddenly getting the urge to hit you in the top of your head right now.”

“...You looked so amazing a moment ago that I became speechless.”

Anyway, things went nicely, even if I failed to find the secret vault of Golden Nature Clan.

If that happens, I want to make sure that Gaecheon Clan doesn’t get a hold of the vault in any way possible.

“So, when do I leave?”

“What do you mean when? You need to leave now.”

“Pardon...?”

What is this man saying?

How can I leave if I didn’t even prepa-

“I told the servants to get everything ready so you should be able to leave now.”

Oddly the preparation were done rather quickly...

“What about my opinion?”

“You seemed to want to go as soon as possible, so this old man got everything ready.”

“Isn’t’ ‘soon’ a bit too soon...?”

“The trip is long so wouldn’t it be better for you to go and return home early?”

He wasn’t wrong but it still felt a little bit odd.

I saw Muyeon approaching from afar. Muyeon had a blank face as if his soul escaped from his body.

Why does that guy look like that now?

It looked like he was going to the carriage without any choice, ordered by the Second Elder.

The crew included Muyeon and some servants. Wi Seol-Ah wasn’t in the carriage.

I was worried that she might be, but thankfully she wasn’t.

‘But do I leave without saying anything to her? I feel like she’d be sad if I did that.’

I was going away for almost a month. It was indeed easier for my mind to leave her here, but I couldn’t see her for a month.

“But can I really leave just like this? Shouldn’t I at least tell the-”

“Go! This old man has taken care of everything. Now set off!”

He crammed me in the carriage and then closed the door.

“What kind of farewell is this...!”

I couldn’t finish my sentence. The carriage had already started going.

Just like that, the carriage set off, leaving the clan behind.

* * * *

After the carriage had left, the Second Elder turned around and headed towards Gu Yangcheon’s place.

“Now let’s talk, Senior.”

Even though there seemed to be no one inside Gu Yangcheon’s place, the Sword Emperor was waiting for him there.

The smile he always had on his face was gone and only his cold eyes remained.

“About what.”

“About why the Lord requested me to do such a thing.”

The Second Elder settled down in front of the Sword Emperor. The huge size of the Second Elder was incomparable to the Sword Emperor.

It seemed like the Second Elder would be able to easily pin him down with his weight advantage, but the Second Elder knew.

To never judge a book by its cover.

In that small vessel, he contained the strength of the Heavens. The Sword Emperor, despite the title he was given, didn’t even need a sword at the state he was in currently in.

“About why you are desperately searching for the Immortal Healer. I’m curious.”

The Sword Emperor didn’t say anything but just stared at him. Then the Second Elder let out a sigh.

He knew that he wouldn’t respond to his question.

“Then I’ll ask a different question.”

The Second Elder took a sip of tea. He slowly gulped it down and spoke again.

“Your granddaughter, what is she?”

The cold eyes of the Sword Emperor turned to the Second Elder.

“That child.”

Their gazes clashed against each other.

“Is she even human?”

The Sword Emperor’s Qi engulfed the room like a raging storm upon hearing the Second Elder’s words.