Douluo: Blade Template, Death Omen Approaching

Chapter 81 Blade: I understand Kaffa a little better now (together)

The next day,

In the early morning, the sky was still shrouded in a deep blue-black, with only a few stars twinkling in the last rays of light.

Before dawn, Zhu Zhuqing had already gotten up early and was busy in the dimly lit room.

Because Lan Yinhuang went to collect metals and forging materials for her master, the responsibility of taking care of her master naturally fell on Zhu Zhuqing's shoulders.

She tidied the entire room carefully, making sure not a speck of dust disturbed her master's rest.

Next came the important task of preparing breakfast for her master. To be honest, as the original heiress of the Star Luo Empire, asking her to do this kind of thing was indeed a bit of a challenge.

Her fingers, which once only caressed piano strings and delicate silk, are now to be tainted by the smoky atmosphere of the kitchen.

However, after studying diligently with the all-powerful Blue Silver Sister for the past few days, she prepared some light breakfasts for her master, Blade.

Although her cooking skills still need improvement, the simple porridge and a few side dishes were the result of her careful cooking.

She felt she had taken a small step forward, and a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction welled up inside her.

After efficiently completing all of this, Zhu Zhuqing did not linger for a moment.

She picked up her wooden sword, went out into the courtyard, breathed in the cool morning air, and began to familiarize herself with the swordsmanship she had practiced over the past few days.

Especially the mesmerizing light that her master had taught her, that light that illuminates all rivers. She brandished her wooden sword, the tip drawing fluid trajectories in the air, as if trying to tear apart the fading light of dawn.

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes were focused and firm, and every time she drew her sword, it was with reverence for her master and love for swordsmanship.

The wind howled, and Zhu Zhuqing's clothes fluttered in the wind, her purple figure appearing even more resilient in the morning light.

Her swordsmanship has not yet reached the level of her master, but she believes that as long as she perseveres, one day she will be able to wield her sword and illuminate all rivers, just like her master.

and!

Although she possesses boundless vitality at this moment, this unique gift gives her an advantage that others cannot match on her path of cultivation, but this cannot be a reason for her to slack off, nor can it be a reason for her not to work hard.

In the world of Kendo, every moment is a challenge to one's own limits, and she knows this deeply because of her blade.

The path of the sword is endless, like a vast starry sea, unfathomable.

She certainly understood that her path was long and arduous, and as the saying goes, "The road ahead is long and winding, but I will persevere in my pursuit," which was precisely what she had to adhere to in her future cultivation of swordsmanship.

At this moment, in the courtyard bathed in the first rays of dawn, Zhu Zhuqing, having finished all her preparations, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and felt the abundant power surging within her body. That power was like a winding river, encircling her entire body and nourishing every inch of her bones.

She mimicked her master's posture, gently running her palm along the edge of the wooden sword. Thin streaks of blood slowly flowed from her palm, soaking into the wooden sword.

This is her cultivation method, where she merges her own blood with the sword, and connects her heart to her soul.

Instantly, her aura surged like a volcanic eruption, and the surrounding air seemed to become restless because of her imposing presence.

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes snapped open at that moment, revealing a faint red phantom image. It was a manifestation of her power reaching its peak, and her gaze was firm and resolute, as if she wanted to pierce through all obstacles.

boom! !

Suddenly! A deafening explosion rang out, and Zhu Zhuqing's fingertips seemed to merge with the wooden sword, unleashing a sword strike with extreme naturalness.

That sword strike, carrying all her beliefs and strength, pierced the sky.

The wooden sword, upon contact with the air, unleashed a shallow sword aura resembling a crescent moon, as if tearing the air apart wherever it passed.

But as the explosion rang out, the wooden sword in Zhu Zhuqing's hand shattered after she unleashed that strike! Wood chips flew everywhere, yet her figure remained upright, her eyes flashing with disbelief, surprise, and realization!

After the sword strike, the fleeting crimson light in Zhu Zhuqing's pupils gradually faded, her eyes curved into crescents, and her smile became as radiant as a flower blooming in spring, as if she were overjoyed!

"It worked??"

"It seems to be taking shape like a lunar disk!"

Seeing the afterimage of her sword strike, Zhu Zhuqing felt an unbelievable surge of joy. Her voice trembled slightly as if she couldn't believe her eyes.

"Yes, that's right!"

"Haha! It's finally done!!"

After a moment of stunned silence, Zhu Zhuqing finally couldn't suppress her laughter. Her laughter was as melodious as a clear spring, filled with a sense of accomplishment and pride.

Although her sword strike just now didn't quite reach the divine level of her master, it at least bore a resemblance to his sword techniques! Her heart was filled with self-affirmation and reverence for her master.

But

This joy was fleeting, like a shooting star.

Zhu Zhuqing's joy lasted only two seconds before her face fell again, looking regretful!

At this moment, Zhu Zhuqing's smile had not yet fully blossomed on her face before it withered quickly, like a flower attacked by a cold wind.

The corners of her mouth had just turned up in a smile when they immediately fell back down, her little face scrunched up in a frown, looking utterly regretful.

Her eyes were wide open, staring blankly at the broken pieces on the ground.

She did indeed unleash that sword strike, and the sense of accomplishment she felt at that moment made her heart race. But then, she realized that she had actually broken the sword that her master had painstakingly forged for her!

Her hand froze in mid-air, gripping the broken hilt of the sword. The joy in her heart was instantly replaced by self-reproach and panic.

"This...this is the precious sword my master gave me, boohoo!"

In an instant, Zhu Zhuqing's voice choked with sobs, her eyes filled with sadness and reluctance.

"I'm such a clumsy cat! Why couldn't I control my strength? Waaaaah!"

"Is there anyone in the world dumber than me?"

Her shoulders trembled, tears welled in her eyes, and a wave of regret washed over her.

At this moment, Zhu Zhuqing's mind was in chaos. At her age, she was simple-minded. The first gift her master gave her was of great significance to her. Was it really going to be ruined by her unintentional mistake? Her heart was filled with pain and guilt.

This all happened so suddenly! Although I've learned how to use it, my favorite sword is broken!!

Such a price... Zhu Zhuqing couldn't bear it.

Her eyes could no longer hold back her sorrow, and tears streamed down her face like broken pearls.

Tears streamed down her face, mingling with dust, making her look rather disheveled, like a little kitten whose ball of yarn had been snatched away and was now covered in tears.

But she dared not cry out loud, afraid of disturbing her master who was resting. So she could only sniffle and silently shed pearl-like tears while picking up the wooden sword fragments on the ground.

Her fingers gently brushed over each fragment, and Zhu Zhuqing felt as if she were touching her broken heart; each touch was a torment to her soul.

Her movements were gentle and careful, as if she were performing a solemn ceremony, trying to bring back the time that could never be relived.

"Waaaaaah X﹏X"

However, what Zhu Zhuqing didn't know was that at this very moment,

Not far behind her, Ren, who had been leaning against the house beam like a wooden figure, with his arms crossed in front of his chest, naturally took in all of this.

Due to the angle of view, Zhu Zhuqing has not noticed his presence since she came out of the courtyard.

Ren's gaze followed Zhu Zhuqing's figure indifferently. For a moment, watching Zhu Zhuqing carefully picking up the broken pieces while crying, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Taking on an apprentice feels more like raising a daughter!

As Ren thought to himself, this feeling was both strange and familiar, stirring up a strange sensation within him.

Should he go and comfort his little apprentice now?

Ren sighed softly, a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

For a moment, he unconsciously thought of a certain baseball player again, and then he realized that it really wasn't easy for Kafka to take care of her.

Being a single mother and father is truly not easy.

Helpless

Blade gently lowered his hands, leaving the pillar he had leaned against so close that he could almost feel its heat.

His footsteps were steady and silent, as if afraid of disturbing Zhu Zhuqing's emotions, as he walked step by step to her side.

Rather than offering empty words of comfort, Ren is better at expressing his meaning through actions.

He didn't say much, but silently squatted down. His expression was as calm as ever, without much fluctuation, but his actions were full of warmth.

Amidst Zhu Zhuqing's initial shock, followed by disbelief, and then profound emotion, Ren began his actions.

He reached out and picked up the wooden sword fragments from the ground, piece by piece, carefully, as if he were protecting a precious work of art.

After a while, Ren also noticed that the little girl's eyes had not left his face.

He couldn't help but move his lips slightly, his voice deep and magnetic, as he coughed softly, breaking the silence:

"cough"

"Just a training sword."

The blade's voice was calm, yet it sounded exceptionally clear in the stillness of the morning.

"If it breaks, just rebuild it. There's no need to cry."

He continued, his tone devoid of any emotional change.

"Perfect opportunity, let me teach you forging."

"Blue Silver Emperor should be back soon, and the materials have arrived as well."

At this moment, Zhu Zhuqing stared intently at her master picking up the sword fragments for her, a warm feeling welling up in her heart, leaving her stunned and lost in thought for a long while.

Suddenly, her eyes gradually reddened, but this time they were not tears of sadness, but tears filled with happiness and emotion.

Moreover, she remained stunned for a long time after her master finished speaking before she came back to her senses from the care and expectation in his eyes.

Zhu Zhuqing's face quickly turned red, the blush like the morning glow of spring, spreading from her cheeks to her ears, and even her cat tail swayed uncontrollably in this excitement and joy.

"Thank you, Master! Zhuqing, I'm truly touched!"

Zhu Zhuqing said excitedly, her voice trembling slightly, her emotions flowing out like a burst dam.

"I have no idea what kind of good fortune I have accumulated over countless lifetimes to meet you!"

"You didn't blame me for breaking the sword... I..."

Zhu Zhuqing was so excited that she became incoherent, while the little cat was filled with gratitude and guilt!

Her coy posture and shy expression made her look even more charming.

Her eyes were filled with endless admiration and reliance on her master, Ren San. The emotion was sincere and pure, like an uncut gem shining with the most natural light.

edge:"."

Soon, Blade picked up the last fragment, stood up, and slowly said:

"I saw that sword strike."

"A significant improvement over yesterday."

"This can be considered a first step."

"What's so strange about that?"

"This only proves that this sword is not worthy of being your weapon."

"If you want to become a craftsman in the future, you must strive for perfection."

"If it's broken, it's broken. My hands are not what they used to be; they're wrapped in bandages, making it difficult to forge divine artifacts."

Blade's gaze fell on his bandaged hands, his tone carrying a hint of regret, but also a sense of calm.

"However, if you work hard, you will have a chance."

"Get up, this is just the beginning."

Upon hearing her master's words, Zhu Zhuqing was overwhelmed with emotion. She understood perfectly well that her master not only led by example and taught her through his actions, but also imparted valuable experience and wisdom through his words.

With such a mentor, she felt she had no regrets in this life. The care she had never received before was like warm sunshine, illuminating her path forward, bringing her endless possibilities, and imparting to her a power that anyone would envy.

Zhu Zhuqing quickly stood up, nodding vigorously. She gently wiped her red eyes with the back of her hand, and her determination and resolve were clearly visible in her eyes.

"Yes, yes, yes! Master! I will definitely live up to your expectations! Zhu Qing, I promise, I will do my best to achieve the best!!"

"Whether it's swordsmanship or blacksmithing!"

Ren nodded, then turned around and slowly said:

"Come with me, I cleared the backyard this morning."

"One was built."

"A simple blacksmith shop"

"For you"

"That should be enough."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Zhuqing's eyes widened even more, her shock evident in her expression.

She thought she had gotten up early enough, but her master had gotten up even earlier.

And he even handcrafted a blacksmith shop?!

Such efficiency and strength made her heart skip a beat.

Overwhelmed with admiration and respect, the young girl was so overwhelmed that she didn't even know how much she admired her master, Ren.

In her heart, if gods truly exist in this world, then her master is undoubtedly the only true god here!

She couldn't help but recall the Star Luo Empire she once belonged to, a city renowned for its metalwork, the City of Metal, and its so-called master craftsmen. Now, knowing the blade's abilities, she saw it all as a joke!

Those so-called honors and titles seem so pale and powerless in the face of a blade.

The title of "Blacksmith Association" is utterly meaningless in front of Master Blade!

After all, Blade had never even made a formal move, yet he had already surpassed those so-called master blacksmiths.

"Yes, Master!"

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(End of this chapter)