The harbour at Kundo was even as
busy as the one they left behind in Libson. In the brawling chaos, Mike quickly
took notice of a vessel heading to Luthor, the continent where Silver Village
was waiting. He grabbed Zen roughly. “Take care!” he shouted to her so she
could hear above the noise. The place had the raw scent of chaos. There were
fights and shouts over who would get in which ship. There seemed to be no order
in the harbour. “Take this!” Mike said, and shoved on Zen his bag of money,
leaving for himself only his fare to reach Luthor. “I won’t need so much,” he
said, “Now find this Cyrus guy as quick as you can, I’m heading out!”
“Good bye, Mike!” Zen bade him,
crying a little. Mike laughed.
“We’ll meet again!”
And with that, Mike disappeared
into the chaotic horde, quickly pushing himself onto his next ship, which left
the port even before Zen could figure out which direction to walk.
***
Lex lay on the top bunk of the
pitch-black room, having a good meal with Lash, who amused Lex as she tried
vainly to eat normally in the thick darkness. As Lex spent more and more time
with the Zagans, being shrouded by darkness felt increasingly natural, and any
form of light would bother him to the point of frustration. He could now see
perfectly in the darkness, and the slightest light would now make his vision at
least a little hazy. For a good while, the two chatted and ate and laughed, and
for the moment, Lex didn’t feel the heavy imminence of the war that was to
come. He didn’t stress so much about missing Clover or Zen or Kyle. “We should
reach Dreed in a few weeks,” Lash said. “The last announcement said that we
were fifty miles from the Black Sea Archipelago. Ships to Iceland, I hear, are
very scarce, so we might have to stay at Dreed a while.”
“Well, a little break from
travelling won’t kill us, will it?”
Lash giggled, surprised that Lex sounded so carefree.
***
“Hmm. This girl annoys me,” Kizer
said, looking down at Lex and Lash through one of the crystal balls. “She is
swaying the boy’s mind from his training, but she will be of good use now.
Oga.”
“I assume you want me to go and
kill her?” he asked, still paying full mind to the scrolls he was reading
through.
“Not personally of course. Do not
harm the boy – not too much at least, but have the girl slaughtered badly
before his eyes. This will harden him and hasten his becoming of a powerful
opponent.”
“I agree.”
“Also, I want you to have him
shifted directly to Iceland. Enough time has been spent idly.”
“Since killing the boy is not the
mission, the same woman I used before should suffice,” Oga said.
“Whatever, just get it done
quickly.” Oga hissed and disappeared.
***
“Where are we going?” Kyle asked
impatiently. Lyoko had carried him quite a few miles from the cabin.
“Nowhere but here,” the man said as
they finished a little hill. Kyle looked down at an out-of-place scene. He had
followed Lyoko through high bush and scratching thorns only to now look down
the steep hill at a beautiful green cave. A steady river ran out through the
mouth of the grotto. Kyle rushed down to the river quickly and quickly began
gulping down as much as the crystal-cool water as he could. He washed his face
and sighed with relief. The sun’s fierceness suddenly didn’t bother him
anymore. Lyoko slowly made his way down at sat at the riverside, putting his
feet in the shallow water.
“There is a strange feeling about
this place,” Kyle said, looking around. The place looked well-kept, so that he
assumed that Lyoko tended to this place even more than his cabin. The grass on
the other side of the river looked well groomed and stretched for acres before
woodlands bordered again. Inside the cave though was quite dim, like sunlight
was afraid of it.
“Who do you think is the strongest
swordsman who ever lived?” Lyoko asked.
“Heh. Either Blade or Zakashi!”
Kyle answered quickly. Lyoko laughed.
“Blade is getting even much
stronger as we sit here, as he is now training in the Cave of Zakashi.”
“Yeah, he did mention something
like that,” Kyle recalled, but Lyoko saw clearly how sceptical Kyle was of the
possibility of a cave making a man stronger.
“There are men of old who cannot
truly die,” Lyoko said. Kyle rolled his eyes, already scoffing at whatever
nonsense Lyoko was coming with. “There were those whose bond with nature was so
strong that death could not truly entrap them,” the elder continued. “Zakashi’s
spirit, to this day, lurks in the place where he used to meditate daily. Do
understand, there is no true distinction between man and nature. Those men who
truly understood this blended their existence with nature itself, and have
essentially attained immortality.”
“Did you carry me all the way out
here to babble this nonsense?!” Kyle hissed, already quite annoyed.
“It will do you well to heed all my
words, young one, for I am wise,” Lyoko said proudly. Kyle sighed. “As Blade
now trains and meditates in the place where Zakashi’s spirit dwells, he will
slowly absorb Zakashi’s strength, Zakashi’s knowledge, and if he continued long
enough, Zakashi’s will.” Kyle hissed at hearing this. “Young Kyle, let me share
with you a strength and truth unknown even to Blade.” Kyle looked up at him
interestedly now. “Have you ever considered who Zakashi’s master was?” Lyoko
saw on his face how intrigued he was by this thought. “Now first, let me tell
you a little about Zakashi, the one hailed as the Sword Sage. As you well know,
he was a son of Kizer. Unlike his bothers, nature did not obey his commands,
and his father threatened to kill him, considering him a failure.”
Kyle listened keenly, having never
heard of this dimension to the old tale. “Zakashi, as a young boy, pled for his
life, and promised his father that he would journey out and find his strength
and return as an equal to his brothers. Kizer let him leave, probably certain
that he was a worthless boy. Still, Kizer must have hoped for the boy to return
a strong fighter, as he was gathering power to topple Oga’s empire.
“Zakashi journeyed out to a foreign
land that appeared uninhabited. There were no buildings, only a small paradise,
a meadow with a small cave and a river that streamed through it. The boy didn’t
see this place on his map, and considered himself lost. Tired from his
journeying in search of some inspiration or divine intervention, he slept in
the cave for a few days. When he awoke, he thought he was in a dream. He
crawled to the exit of the cave and watched something he thought only one of
his elder brothers or one of the Ogal Empire could dream of doing. He was
utterly intrigued.” Kyle looked as intrigued as Zakashi was.
“There was an elderly man outside,
‘fighting the air’. This man was practicing techniques he had created. Zakashi
described the old man as running on air and water, breaking boulders with the
touch of his fingers, and waving about a strange metal object with sharp
edges.”
“You mean a sword?” Kyle asked with
knitted brows.
“That word was not yet even
created. This old man, whose name was Loki, was the inventor of the sword, the
first swordsman to live, the single master of Zakashi--”
“The progenitor…” Kyle said on
remembering Lyoko’s earlier words.
“Yes. This man, Loki the Beginning,
is the strongest swordsman ever to live, and the true Sword Sage.”
“Then why has Zakashi been getting
all the glory?!”
“You see, truth and history hardly
coincide,” Lyoko said, then continued the story. “Loki took Zakashi under his
wing, not even knowing that he was a son of a man who would later be called a
god. There, he shared with Zakashi all the arts, techniques and truths that he had
spent nine hundred years unlocking. As Zakashi was of Kizer’s bloodline, his
body was strong enough to accomplish much more than Loki had anticipated. After
years of training with Loki, Zakashi felt he had learn all there is, and his
talents and bloodline would have him become far stronger on his own. Zakashi
killed Loki in his sleep and journeyed back to his father.After he sparred evenly with his brothers who
could control natural elements using the techniques he had learnt and Loki’s
sword, he was welcomed by Kizer and accepted by his brothers. It wasn’t very
long after that Zakashi’s prowess was displayed in the War of Gods. Zakashi has
served as an idol and inspiration to swordsmen since that time, as he stood
amongst the children of gods.”
“How the hell could you know all
this? Zakashi sure as hell wouldn’t write this down, and Loki died in his
sleep.”
“I have been meditating and
training in the Cave of Beginning for many years. Loki’s knowledge and strength
have to a small degree been infused into me.” Kyle looked at the old man with
frightened eyes, trying now to gage this man’s level of strength based on the
fact that technically he and Zakashi could be considered classmates. He gasped
and stood and fell back. Lyoko laughed, realizing that the boy saw that where he
was is the same place that Loki’s spirit dwelled.
“This cave…”
***
Hilda shivered out of her sleep as
a stifling presence filled her room and woke the air. “My lord…” she said
stutteringly.
“You have served me poorly, weak
witch,” she heard a voice in the night breeze. “I was wrong to believe that you
could stand against the man named Viknor.”
“N—no, please, my god, another
chance.”
“Indeed I am a merciful god,” Oga
said, and appeared before her as a body of white mana vaguely forming his
figure. “So I have provided you another chance to please me and prove your
worth.”
“Anything, my lord.”
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