Spirit Conductor Chapter 10

Warning: Slightly disturbing material ahead, read at your own risk. (Though if you had read many unedited/uncensored web novels around internet, then I think you should be fine)

The burning tent incident causes a small commotion at the small camp.

Because of that, everybody was surprised when they saw two outsider corpse; one with his neck slashed and the other burned alive. The mercenaries retreated, knowing well the two corpses were a.s.sa.s.sins, all of them decides to mind their own business and no one wanted to get dragged into other people’s mess.

But in a s.p.a.cious and tall round tent, a well-built bald man sat on a rugged pad, lost in thought.

“Two a.s.sa.s.sins the Family Manor sent before was easily killed,” said the young man who also sat beside him.

“Yes, I know.”

“Do we have to use our own hands?”

The bald man silently shook his head. He drank a lot of alcohol. He wanted a clarity. Something which peaceful surroundings and soothing medicines wouldn’t able to give to someone as savage as him. That was why his face slightly red by now.

“Sir Hale Blackwood. Why did we have to hesitate? He’s just one man. Although he was a Unique Cla.s.s, still he was a Level 46 swordsman warrior. Sir, you’re a ferocious Level 48 Berserker. And command ranks of well-trained warriors as well. We can simply circle and trapping him, the next thing that happens is he be gone for sure.”

Hale Blackwood, the bald man, asked the young man with a heavy grunt. “We could do that. But do you ready to die as well?”

The young man was speechless, unable to answer.

“If you’re not then just shut the f.u.c.k up!”

At the same time, a well-dressed Mage entered the tent.

“Sir, all the boys were presents as you commanded.”

“That’s good.”

“Would you like to send a party to pursue the man?” the Mage asked, the young man agreed with, but Hale Blackwood just shook his head again.

The Mage was confused when seeing the decisive leader suddenly turned into a meek irresolute one.

He asked some direction with a slip of suggestions once again, but the bald leader of Blackwood expedition team still shook his head. Despite how smart and convincing his words were.

“Then, Sir, do you have any further instruction?”

The Mage and the young man waiting for his reply.

“Told the boys to calm down and ignore any bulls.h.i.t they heard during this period,” the bald man realize his behavior was out of character. So he added, “send some news to other mercenaries. Especially those who had no connections with any families of any kingdom aristocrats. Whoever gives me the head of Jhuro Yashura, the Blackwood Family would exceedingly grateful to him.”

The young man lets a mumble of disappointment. While the Mage bowing his head in reply, disappear the next moment.

Soon, the rumor about turtling Blackwood forces became everyone’s topic.

“Isn’t Blackwood had just eating dirt by that elder from Hatim Malakas School? Why Mad Dog didn’t start a manhunt chase right away?”

“Mad Dog is not being Mad Dog. He turned soft for some reasons.”

“Yes. Jhuro Yashura is a Unique Cla.s.s. But Unique Cla.s.s still a human being like, still could be killed like any other man. What’s there to be feared?”

Leaders of expedition forces from other big families and clans even came to visit. They express their condolence, while secretly hold their smirks and mocks for another stage.

It was one man against whole forces of more than twenty fine warriors. Holding back would be a shame, wouldn’t it?

Using a.s.sa.s.sins, failure of missions, and the leader’s reluctance just because one person seems ridiculous to even bunch of Blackwood’s own men. Yet, the bald leader didn’t even bother what people were talking behind his back. All he did was drowning himself in alcohol, bidding his time, waiting for something or someone to arrive.

“They just don’t understand,” Hale Blackwood said to one of his trusted right-hand men. “They hadn’t seen Jhuro fight with his true weapon. Well, I did.”

Recalling those memories, the savage bald man felt a tint of gooseb.u.mp on his neck.

The reputation of Jhuro Yashura, in the eyes of common people, were quite fierce. A Level 46 Unique Cla.s.s, Swordfang Swordsman, a sword warrior dude who can commands poison to defeats his enemies. That’s not someone to be taken lightly.

But Hale Blackwood was one of those people who know more. He was considered Madam Blackwood’s man, so naturally, the number one woman of Blackwood family told him stories that couldn’t be heard casually at the bar.

Two days later.

Jhuro Yashura shows himself after two days of hiding.

Hale Blackwood didn’t know at first. Blackwood’s men who encountered him decided to take care of Jhuro with their own hands. Not to mention, Jhuro’s taunts which full of f-words threw mercilessly upon Blackwood’s men. They were p.i.s.sed off, charge mindlessly towards Jhuro Yashura, proceed to fight close quarter for ten minutes.

No one died. And the fight couldn’t be called a serious one. But the boys returned full with sword injuries on their bodies.

It would be considered a shame if a group of fine warriors couldn’t overwhelm a single man. Because of this, they didn’t show their faces to camp members that day. But they were satisfied. No one complained if they were able to inflict wounds on the arrogant Jhuro Yashura.

Later when Hale Blackwood heard this, the ferocious bald man jumped from his tent with large strides, chase every one of them and beats them senseless. The leader creating big commotions that couldn’t be hidden, made a lot of people confused with his action.

When someone asks him why he beat his own men, Hale Blackwood furiously answered with a question. “Did you stupidly believe Jhuro Yashura hiding this two days because he afraid of us?”

That’s what everyone believed. If one was enemy with powerful forces, it would be a common sense to run and strikes from the shadows.

But the bald leader of Blackwood expedition team only shook his head.

“Jhuro Yashura never went hiding. Never escapes. Unless he concocts poison. That’s what a respectable figure in my family told me one time.”

Some people told him not to be paranoid. Their men didn’t die from poison, didn’t they? Yet, Hale Blackwood ignores them. He explained enough. More than this, then he would be deemed as weak and useless.

But, what’s made everyone confused and curious was this:

At the end of the day, two men from the group strangely killed themselves.

They slashed their own neck in a decisive fashion, and rumors even said Hale Blackwood coldly supervises them ended their own life.

Was this an iron hand punishment fell upon them? If so, then everyone was sure that Blackwood forces suddenly went crazy. But they know that wasn’t the case.

So, people ask why. But Blackwood was quiet.

Later, the two suicide corpses were burned in a secluded location. Catching the attention of some bored eyes upon them.

Because of that, Blackwood unintentionally creates even more bizarre rumors and weird stories flying around. But Blackwood still silent. The only difference now was, everyone in Blackwood forces turned obedient to Hale Blackwood’s warning.

Jhuro Yashura shows himself once again three days later. He taunted every single Blackwood with harsh and nasty words. But Blackwood nowhere to be seen. Everyone finally laughs together at Blackwood for being such cowards.

Since then Jhuro Yashura would taunt for hours. Until he got tired and made his new tent in the camp. No one bothered him at first. But then packs of wolves who wanted to curry favors with Blackwood Family come in order to obtain his head.

Later, corpses of mercenaries could be found around Jhuro Yashura’s tent.

This naturally made some high-ranking mercenaries frown hard. Thus, they decided to meddle the situation.

Blackwood didn’t have any opinions. But this what Jhuro Yashura told to them: “Killing those greedy f.u.c.kers was a merciful act from my side. If I were ruthless enough, I would make them killed themselves like a pack of little b.a.s.t.a.r.ds.”

High-ranking mercenaries were angry by Jhuro’s arrogant reply.

They give him warnings. But Jhuro Yashura casually told them to scram as far as possible.

Later, the mercenaries banded together to a.s.sa.s.sinate him and come as a group when they deliver Jhuro’s head to Blackwood Family. A fierce sword fight broke in the middle of the night. Bathed in the pale blue night moonlight, Jhuro Yashura’s agile and adept dance could be seen, dodging lots of swords and axes and pikes as he fights a dozen of enemies alone.

He wounded and decides to flee when he got himself to inflict small injuries on all of his attackers. Thus, the mercenaries could only sigh at the fruitless effort. They retreated to their tents to get some sleep after that.

Morning arise. The mercenaries woke up, only to found themselves entered a frightening nightmare…

A burning, itchy, complete with horrific pains are the first thing they felt after woke from their sleep. All of this was same for everybody who fought with Jhuro Yashura’s night before; their crotch was in unbearable pain and soon they realize their little manhood inside their pants turned rotten black.

Everybody was terrified. They seek help but n.o.body had an antidote for the malicious poison. At that point, everyone thought of the suicide men of Blackwood Family. Therefore, with the pain throbbing from their crotch, a crowd of pitiful men arrived together at the front of Blackwood’s tent.

“We know you Blackwood piece of s.h.i.ts also had people inflicted with this malicious poison! Two of them killed themselves. But what happens to the rest?”

By then, the bald Hale Blackwood appears before the crowd, mercilessly told them the cruel reality: “You have three choices. One, cut your s.h.i.tty little bird. Two, kill yourself. Three, suffers a painful life until the poison spreads but you still die in the end. You decide.”

That day, the wave of suicides left a gloomy atmosphere to the camp, which most of them choose this path out of shame. And the pitiful men who still want to live didn’t have choices besides saying goodbye to their little guy. Almost no one had the spirit to hunt scorpions again. What made the situation became more depressed was that Jhuro Yashura comes back after three days since the tragedy. He taunts them excitedly, yet no answer but the howling wind of dessert was heard.

In the end, Jhuro sets his tent once again.

He finally was able to regain his hours of peaceful f.u.c.kin’ sleep.