The Amber Sword

The sun poured down on the Temple Square was a little dazzling, the spear tip gleamed with snow, and Haruze stood with a long sword all over the steps of the Temple of Fuchsia, biting his teeth. Summer breezes blow the long flag on the top of the temple, and the golden flame of the holy emblem gleams, like the snowy silver petals flying down.

The Imperial Army is pouring over the square and the White Lion Guard's defensive circle is shrinking.

But there is no turning back,

“Haruze! Stand up and do it again!” Sister's voice was dignified and gentle, full of irresistible power, she placed her soft, cold hands on his forehead, looked carefully into his eyes and said word for word: “You are the only man in the Korkova family, you have no choice but to assume your responsibilities and duties! You are the king, and your blood should be shed for the sake of the Korkova family, for the sake of the royal family, for the promise of your people. ”

“The king is the one who bleeds first...”

In the midst of a chaotic shouting, the anxious cry of a White Lion Guard knight seemed to pass from the distant sky to his mind: “Your Highness, please step back… here, it is no longer possible to hold. ”

When the fur ring broke, a long silver hair flew with the wind, the hair swept over the bloodstained face, like a princess stubborn and soft coexisting face, a smile blossomed. Haruze looked down at the bloody knight and smiled slightly: “I can't go back... because we're going to win... I'm sure the teacher will do it. ”

“Yes -”

The long sword points forward and the tip of the sword shines a little in the sun.

Haruze slowly flattened the sword ridge, his eyes formed a straight line with it, and his slightly naive face bore a near-sacred mound: "Yes, today I am Princess Fuchsia, and today I will lead you to victory! - Listen up, Krutz and the future will be unfolding in time, taking advantage of the fact that they have not yet stood up to their left flank with me! ”

“Your Highness, you can't risk it! ”

“Why not?” Haruze replied with one hand to his chest: “Here is the blood of the royal family, which flows for the throne. One day the flowers of the royal family will wither away, but the stars of the ancient kings will rise and shine upon Eruin. ”

These are white lion claws, white lion teeth...

This is the White Lion's Wing, it is the White Lion's Glow...

This is the spirit of the white lion, the pride of the white lion.

The tension on the faces of the young knights turned sacred, and their own songs in their hearts came from ancient tunes, grieving and strong, yet generous and exhilarating, which were the beliefs conveyed to them by Brando and the late King Acme, as if they had crossed the trusteeship of distant space-time, so that people could see the truth and the faith behind it all.

“Come with me, my knights, I am with you all, fighting alongside you all. ”

“Your Highness, you are with us, fighting alongside us -” the knight's response was low and strong.

An epic poem was being written on the battlefield, and the Eruins suddenly moved and launched a swift attack. Above the square, the knights of the White Lion Guard shouted tidily, praising and shouting 'Long Live the White Lion’, 'Long Live the Princess’ and 'Long Live the Elouin’ to the queued Imperial Guard infantry.

They were so excited, so faint, so homesick, as if they were about to face not death, but supreme glory.

The Krutz were blindfolded, and they found the blinking division in their enemies' eyes to be insane. They rushed into the Spear Forest in rows, between rows of shield walls, leaving the guns to pierce their bodies, but still attacked the Imperial Army behind the shield wall.

The Imperial Army's front was loose, and by the time they reacted, the White Lion Guard had hit a huge mouth on their array. The commander of the White Legion saw the scene cracked - they had not yet had time to unfold and the weakness of the left wing had been captured by the other party - but he did not expect the Eruins to be so resolute that the only opportunity to harness their lives out of despair had been seized.

This opportunity is about to be buried.

The Port Guard watching the scene also lost sight of a Jedi counterattack, retreating on the side of a legend named Hehwey, the Anderson Corps, the white wolf in the wilderness, the white of the Empire, while the Eruites were working on a miracle that would spread across the continent - the defeat of the Empire - in front of the Eruites.

Almost only after a moment of hesitation, all the Hong Kong Guards howled to join the counter-attack. They understood only one thing, and after today, both sides involved in the war will be shocked.

It will witness the rise of an army.

And at this moment, the glory belongs to Eruin--

……

It snowed heavily, the snow was thick, the stride was thick, the sweat seemed blurred, the lungs were like a nail, the pain was spicy, the hair glued to the cheeks, the field of vision was so heavy that it seemed to sleep at any moment.

But it was only in his hand that he held the sword shakingly.

When!

A cold light, the sword in his hand took off his hand and fell into the snow, splashing a snowflake.

Not yet reacted, a burst of strength had come from the chest, the sight flowed, man had risen off the ground, heavily fell on the snow, cold ice melted snow water from the forehead, slipped along the nose wings to the chin pointed, clothes wet long ago, cold heart door.

“Stand up,” a cold voice drank with some disappointment: “Again! ”

For some reason, tears suddenly snapped out of the orbit.

“Don't cry, Haruze! ”

Haruze's tears raised her head vaguely and saw the man standing in front of her. Sister was quite bright and martial, dressed in a thin armed uniform, with a long sword in her hand, standing in the snow. Here is…, he turns back subconsciously, under the claw teeth of the burning old oak tree, standing a tall figure, wearing a wide and thick cape, behind the snowy sky, he promises.

“You are not as strong as your sister, but you will one day be a good king, protect your sister, she loves you very much. ”

Teardrops are like broken beads, rolling down.

“Haruze, you're a man, don't cry! ”

“I won't cry--! ”

Haruze burst out crying and screamed as he grabbed his sword from the snow pile, but he was just in time to reach the cold of the blade handle, with a massive pressure on his head. He raised his head and found that the scenery in front of him had changed.

With his sword on his hand, he was staggering with the sword of the earth in the hands of Teacher Brando, a thick red carpet of Valhalla's Sacred Palace, the light in the palace staggered, Brando striking a light-grey earl coat between the light shadows, looking up at him calmly, saying word for word:

“Haruzer, what you can do depends on what you want to do. Swordsmanship is different from magic and it is an expression of confidence in a person's heart. ”

“Teacher…”

“Can you beat yourself? ”

“I…”

“Then try another sword. ”

The blade of a dark sword opened his sword and stabbed him at the angle of a diamond, as if it were a snake. Haruze just remembered the move, hurriedly twisting the sword and blocking Brando's attack again. The two swords intersect, making a clear sound.

After a sword, Haruze's consciousness took a step forward and tried to rob him, but suddenly he realized what, he stopped for a moment and stuck there.

Brando put away the sword of the earth and smiled.

“Haruze, everyone will eventually learn to use their swords. ”

“Swords will break, swordsmen will die, but they will not fail, and once you have swords, you will surely prevail -”

The foreground is staggered and blurred.

In a fiction, he seemed to see his sister pulling out again, and Yingying stood beside his father. It was a reflection of many times, the backdrop was bright spring days, gentle summer nights, fallen leaves in the autumn, snow-covered winters, scenes in Fort Winterclaw, in the summer court, in the Palace of Kinteng, spinning back and forth, as if brewing the acidity and slight sweetness of time; he saw himself fall once more, climb up from the ground again, he saw a shake of disappointment, he saw the promised bow, and finally the image was set on the square of the Temple of Fusa ——

He saw himself leading the knights in an attack against the imperial front, with long guns gleaming and flags flying, ancient spirits surrounding the battlefield and singing loudly.

He saw the temper, confident and steadfast self, the ‘princess' as if she were a goddess of martial arts, as if he saw a self standing in opposition to herself, the exact opposite.

“Haruze, this world is like a huge stage, and one day, everyone will find their place on it. ”

“You don't have to be discouraged by your weakness because you haven't seen the pride that's hidden in your heart. ”

“People who are truly busy and inactive will not be disappointed in themselves...”

“You will stand proud in the center of the stage, and I, will be proud of you. ”

Haruze wondered whether he was still crying, whether he should still cry, and the sword in his hand fell and disappeared in the darkness.

Everything is in darkness.

When he reopened his eyes, the shadow admirer in the blurred vision, the raw pain of a hot chest, his consciousness blurred to hear a shout of surprise: “Her Highness is awake!” Then there was panic, and he fainted again when he was unconscious. By the time he woke up again, it was sunset, and at dusk, the sun was drifting on the sea, and the evening like fire was stained with the whole of Fosha Square.

The Imperial Army has long retreated, and at this moment the entire port of Fatan is at peace. Although the direction of the city remains smoky, the flag of the half-white legion can no longer be seen. Soldiers told ‘her’ with admiration that the Imperial Army had somehow withdrawn from the city just after he had led the knights to repel the last attack of the White Legion, a miracle that almost everyone attributed to ‘her’, calling ‘her' the miracle princess of Port Fatan ’.

But only Haruze himself knew: the teacher did it, he really persuaded the other leader to bow down, the war had been divided into victories, after which the white lion stood proud.

Haruze sat quietly on the steps, the oblique yang dragged his shadow to the elders, and together, leaned over the square. The other people dared not disturb ‘her’, and the knights stood guard for their princess with admiration and willingness.

Soon after, a soldier brought Brando's subpoena crystal and said to Haruze: "Your Highness, the Lord said he wanted to see you. ”

Haruze nodded at him.

Soon, Brando's image appeared on top of the crystal.

Brando looked at the bloody 'Her Highness’ and shook his head with great comfort: 'Is it serious? ”

“Not serious, teacher. ”

“Luckily it's not serious, or your sister will kill me. ”

“Teacher, I'm sorry...”

“It would be nice to know that if you really died here, the Royal Party would assume that I was going to take over the throne.” Brando made a joke.

“Teacher, I know you're not...”

“It's because you know that you can't easily give up your life," Brando took it seriously: “Haruze, this is a big deal, but Eruyin must not fall into suspicion and civil strife again, and you must be responsible for it, and for this kingdom! So you have to think again and again about your behavior, recklessness is not the quality that a good leader deserves! ”

“But, Teacher, I've given it some serious thought, and you said I should be a flag, and in that case, if I choose to retreat, we will lose the port of Fatan, and lose the port of Fatan, will our victory make sense? ”

“It doesn't make any sense -” replied Brando.

Haruze was slightly surprised, he had already regretted the words, he had never dared to refute his teacher, especially if he had done something wrong, but somehow the words were to come out as if he had no brain. It's just that he hasn't had time to regret it, and Brando's answer has surprised him even more.

He never dreamed that Brando praised him instead of blaming him for it.

“Because you made the right choice," Brando smiled suddenly: “Haruze, you are the finest Crown Prince I have ever seen and the finest student I have ever had, and I am proud of you. ”

Haruze opened his mouth slightly, and when there was a warm currents in his heart, as if he were in an unreal world, he replied in dismay: “Teacher... thank you. ”

“You should thank your sister and yourself," Brando shook his head. “Remember what I told you? ”

Haruze nodded heavily.

Nor does the king need a long sword, for he has pride in himself -

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