Rebirth of the Heavenly Demon Chapter 3: Rebirth (3) (2/2)

“The whetstone? Do you want to break my head with it?”

“I’m going to sharpen my sword.”

“Who are you trying to kill?”

I gave him a stare and started to move, saying, “Don’t play around with me.”

“Why do you think I’m playing around? Don’t they usually say lunatics kill the ones who are closest to them first?”

“How do you know that?”

How do you think I know? These were the most frequent cases in my previous life. I saw so many cases where the lunatics killed their families before doing something crazy.

“Did you just say that I was the closest one to you?”

“Did I say that?”

Kw.a.n.g Du looked at me with a weird expression.

“Let’s just say that you are the person nearest to me.”

Kw.a.n.g Du scratched his head and replied, “That’s even more weird.”

After some time, Kw.a.n.g Du brought back a whetstone, and I started grinding the sword.

Grind... Grind... Grind...

He was staring at me with a tilted head. “You’re really good at this. Where did you learn it from, young master?”

The blade was practically my life, so of course I would be good. No. Not just good. You could practically say that I was even better at sharpening the blade than most blacksmiths.

“If you are so good at sharpening the sword, why have you never done it before?”

“Because there is a time for everything.”

“Are you really alright young master? You seem to be a different person…”

I stopped sharpening my sword and looked at him. He had a worried expression. This was the same face that Baek Hyo had on the night that I died. This was the true expression of being worried about others.

“I’m all right.” And I started sharpening my sword again.

Grind... Grind... Grind...

In my previous life, it did not matter what type of sword I used. Be it a stick from the ground or a blade from a master artisan, the result would have been the same. No, I did not even need a sword. I could use my fist, or even take the enemy’s blade. But this was a crucial time for me. I needed a very good blade to protect myself because currently, I was so weak that I could easily be killed for no reason.

Kw.a.n.g Du cautiously looked at me.

“You are not thinking of taking revenge on Lady Song, are you? You can’t do that!”

At that moment, someone from behind Kw.a.n.g Du said, “Really, is that the reason behind your recent actions?”

I looked back and saw my mother standing behind me.

Kw.a.n.g Du quickly greeted my mother and moved to the side, “Welcome, Mistress.”

And my mother approached me.

“I. asked. you. Are you sharpening your blade to hurt Hwa Rin-ee?”

“No, that is not my reason.”

“Then why are you sharpening your blade?”

This was probably the first time that my mother saw me sharpening my blade, so she was just as surprised as Kw.a.n.g Du.

“Starting now, I am going to truly practice martial arts.”

My mother and Kw.a.n.g Du had their mouths open, surprised looks on their faces.

“Kw.a.n.g Du-ya, what did he just say?”

“He said he was going to practice martial arts, mistress.”

“He must be crazy, right?”

“Yes, I think so, mistress. I think we need to call an exorcist to chase away this evil spirit.”

How much did this youth hate martial arts, that they give this sort of reaction when I said I wanted to practice martial arts?

Mother said with a sigh, “You really want to take revenge on Hwa Ryun...”

Hidden within the fierceness of my mother’s eyes were the true nature of her feelings. The feeling that all mothers have. The feeling of caring for their child.

In my previous life I had never reared a child, so I would never understand her feelings. In my seventy years of life all I cultivated was my martial arts and my wrinkles. Half of it was because I could not find my true love, while the other was because I was too busy fighting for the Alliance.

I could feel the true feelings that she had for her child. How she would sacrifice her life for her child.

“Can you take a look at this blade for me?”

I gave her the sharpened sword for her to see. When she turned her sight toward the sword she was surprised to see it sharpened so well.

“I don’t know what I will do with this blade.”

She quickly turned her attention towards me.

“But I will never use this blade to hurt my fiancé. I will never use this blade to harm those who are weaker than me. I swear this to you as your son.”

She was moved, as this was the first time she heard something like this from her son.

Truth be told, I felt sorry for her because I was not her son. But I could not tell her that I was not her son, because sometimes ignorance was a bliss. If I told her the truth, the result would not be very good, since her son was gone, and now only existed in the flesh. So I decided to never tell her and take it to the grave with me. I would be her son until the day I died.

She returned the blade to me.

“Don’t worry, mother.”

Afterwards, I excused myself. I could sense that she was staring at me while I was leaving, pondering on how to accept the change in her son’s att.i.tude.

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