1 Ten Thousand Strikes (1/2)
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Early in the morning, at the crack of dawn, a young man was hammering an anvil with all his might. Over and over again. As he lifted the hammer, strong winds would blow, circling around him and displacing the leaves nearby, as if to celebrate the incredible feat the young man was performing.
From his initial movements to the grip on the hammer and even to the swing, everything looked perfect. So perfect, in fact, that each swing was exactly the same as the previous ones. Even the sound made by the hammer hitting the anvil was exactly the same each time.
The boy kept hitting the hammer continuously until a loud voice entered his ears.
”Darius! Enough! The matron has called us for lunch!”
”Hhmm... lunch?” As soon as Darius heard the word lunch, he stopped his rhythmic swinging and tossed the hammer aside as if it was weightless. Yet, the moment the hammer landed on the ground, vibrations spread from the impact point.
Darius was an average-looking young man. Short, black hair, black eyes and brown skin that made it difficult to tell what race he was.
Darius completely ignored the visage of the boy who had called out to him and walked straight back home. The other boy stood there befuddled and snorted in disdain.
”Hmph, this is why you have no friends you freak!” Thought the boy as he looked at Darius's shrinking back. The boy looked around and looked at the hammer and anvil. After a moment of hesitation he strolled towards the object and decided to see if he could give it a go.
The hammer itself had a few unusual characteristics. It had a long handle, about one meter long. Its head was also not too common, as either side of the head had a blunt surface one could use to strike with,meaning it was a double-sided hammer. Beside the unusual handle and the head, nothing else was strange about the hammer. It looked old and was rusted in some areas, so it also didn't look too special.
The boy had heard rumours from the other children at the orphanage that no one except Darius could lift this hammer. The boy found this hard to believe and bent over: he steadily gripped the handle... and pulled with all his might!!!
Pull!
Pull!
Pull!
And yet, this hammer, just like Darius himself, would not allow itself to be moved by anyone...
...
As Darius walked down the mountain toward the village, thoughts filled his mind, making him completely ignore his surroundings
”The sound is coming closer and closer to what that expert said was the requirement. Very soon I will be able to get rid of this curse and live my live like a normal person!”
Yoko Village was a small village, with the population not passing five thousands. For a village of this size however, it was nicely developed. Of course, it was mainly due to the fact that it was close to a major city.
Darius walked past a few houses and headed straight for the orphanage. As usual, his hands felt like they wight a ton, his body was feeling hot all over and his mind was dizzy. However, Darius had long gotten used to these sensations. As far as he was concerned, nothing was more important than his life, so some pain was nothing.