The return of the mount Hua sect (ONE SHOTS) english/french

My hero

⚠️CAUTION ⚠️ NOVEL SPOILER

"Elder, elder! Could you tell me the story of the plump blossom sword saint ? Please ? »

" It's late... "

Hyung Jong looked at him with his bright, hopeful little boy eyes.

"Okay...but don't you want me to tell you another story?" I've told you this one a hundred times already..."

"No, that's the one I want to listen to!" 

" But why ? Your Sahung are already in sleeping..."

The little boy blushes

"I want to become like him..."

The elder stared at Hyung Jong in disbelief with his eyes, one of which was blind, gouged out during the demon attack. He was a weak and shy child who hid behind his Sahung. He didn't really have a talent for martial arts and maybe that was a good thing since the Whasan clan couldn't have showcased him...But his heart was amazingly pure, even for a boy his age.

And he thought again of this unrivaled master, whom as a child he looked at from afar, as if he belonged to another world. He was a living saint, who had never cared about him or any of his Sahung..."

"What a beautiful dream... That's very good Hyung Jong. Keep training well and one day you will surely become the heir of his will, and you will protect the Whasan clan as he did. »

The child smiled, tears in his eyes, and threw himself into his arms. The eldest stroked his hair

'The Master of the blossoming blade is unique. You don't need to lead the martial arts alliance to victory, you don't need to slay the heavenly demon, you don't need to be an invincible genius, Hyung Jong... Be brave, loyal and good, love our clan, protect it, and we will all be proud of you... And he too will be proud of you..."

And with the child sitting on his lap, he began to tell

"Once upon a time, in a mountain covered with plump blossoms, a baby was left in front of the door of the greatest martial arts clan in the world..."

Hyung Jong had grown up, and he realized that he didn't have the talent to fulfill his dream. He had given up and he had resigned himself to always being far behind his Sahung, to being the weakest. The clan was declining, but a new hope was born... Hyung Tang, the eldest of the Hyung disciples, was talented. Better than that, he was confident, and ambitious... But sometimes Hyung Jond doubted that he was really the Whasan clan's best hope...

"The elders should understand that we are no longer children! Don't they see that their beautiful legends about the clan's past are nothing more than ridiculous fairy tales in our eyes? It's getting really embarrassing..."

Hyung Jong frowned

"But the master of the blossoming blade..."

"Sajil, think a little! The elders are weak, they lie to give themselves courage. Everything they told us was exaggerated. I do not deny that he was a master, but it is impossible that he killed thousands of demons himself. »

Hyung Jong didn't dare to reply. He clenched his points...'The weak have no right to speak.'But he refused to believe that his hero was only a man who had been decked out with an implausible legend to save the honor of a clan in ruins...

A few years later Hyung Jon's worst fears came true. While he had done everything to remove the doubts from his mind, to bury them, to kill them... Hyung Tang left the Whasan clan with half of the disciples of his generation. Hyung Jon then found himself at the head of the second generation disciples. Then the sect leader died without designating a successor and Hyung Jong became the clan chief... He, shy, indecisive, weak, had been appointed to lead the clan during this freezing and murderous winter which had seen the death of the last elders. , struck down by cold and disease.