Blind Rebirth (BL)

Sabres

The first time Hua Shu held the sabres in his physical form, a chill of excitement pierced him. Although he rarely trained with them, he was familiar with their 'spirits'. He was connected to those swords, no surprise he longed for them. Just like you would long to meet an old friend, he wanted to hold them. They were familiar, reassuring.

It was night, when he sneaked out of the compound. Like a wind, he manoeuvred between the buildings, under window sills and away from people who would see him. He could sense everyone in a 2 kilometre radius, so he knew where the guards stood or where the elders walked. Besides, he hid his presence so there was no way someone would sense him. He also dressed in all black (Gu Bao telling him what colour the cloths were. Thank gods he wasn't colour-blind, like most beasts!), with a wool cloak over his shoulders and a hood on his head. He certainly didn't look suspicious, right?

He was really glad that he could 'see' objects. If not, he would probably bump into every wall that stood before him, every bush and even fall off some stairs. He was happy he didn't have to go through that again.

'Gu Bao, tonight we will separate. For far too long I kept you locked, and I'm really sorry. I know how much you dislike closed spaces,' Hua Shu felt guilty that his only companion was suffering all this time, so he decided to apologize - and now seemed like a perfect time.

'Master... I would stay here much longer if that pleased you, so there's no need to apologize.'

'There is!' insisted Hua Shu, greatly moved by Gu Bao's words. 'I made you wait, and I am sorry. If there was any other way, I would choose it, believe me.'

'I believe you master, I always will,' said the creature and the conversation ended. The silence that fell upon them was natural and peaceful, both welcomed it with open arms.

They stayed silent till the end of their journey. They stepped into the same forest where sabres were gifted to Hua Shu.

For a while, the men wondered; Would it be cold, if I was able to feel it? Would I hear crickets chorusing, like they did on earth? Would the moon be high and mighty, above all us, mortals? Would I be ever able to see it again?

Those thoughts met their end, when he got to the exact place where he buried the blades. He could pinpoint it thanks to the faint aura of a seal, coming from underground. He had put the seal on them, knowing he would have trouble finding the weapons otherwise.

Hua Shu lowered himself to his knees carefully and started to dig. They weren't very deeply buried, yet it taken him some time to take them out. His hand were covered in mood and earth, with grass littered on his robes. But he couldn't care less. He got to his sabres, and the feeling that washed over him, made him almost ecstatic. Why? Was he a weirdo who loved swords? No! This happened with almost every cultivator who established a bond with a weapon. They felt as if the objects were bound to their souls. That's why, a cultivator usually could only bound to one weapon. Even if it was later destroyed, he would be unable to bound with any other. The same goes for the blades - once their master died, they would not leave their scabbards no matter who wanted to use them. Until they turned to dust, or until they found a reincarnation of their master. Well, the former was more common. That's why, wielding his sabres, Hua Shu felt more complete than before.

'Do you think that if I had any 'partner' weapons in my past life, they would wait for my reincarnation?' there was also a third option for the blades: they could choose a new master. It weakened them and marked them as traitors, but gave a chance for a longer existence. Asking this question, Hua Shu wondered, if the blades would stay loyal to him, or if they would choose another.

'Surely. They wouldn't find a master better than you.'

'Hn.' after a pause, Hua Shu added 'I think it's a good place for you to come out.'