The Legendary Man

Long ago, there was a legendary man. He fought countless men to the death until he was labelled the strongest in the world. Years later, the man was on his deathbed, surrounded by disciples and he said to them, "One of you, continue my legacy and become the strongest". And so, bad times began. The disciples were loose lipped and spread the word and so, many began pursuing a life similar to the man in hopes of becoming the strongest. About 200 years later, our 'hero' is born. He too wishes to become the strongest just like the others. This story follows his journey to becoming the strongest.

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A king could have 2 wives surely

The first thing I noticed was her long golden hair which trickled down all the way to her waist. It was decorated with a giant mane of feathers which all brought attention to her face, it was perfect. I stared at her deep green eyes for a moment before looking at the rest of her. She was tall, taller than even the showgirls performing and had an outstanding physique. "Where are you from?" I asked

"I don't know, I'm an orphan" she responded, almost no emotion behind her voice. It was clear she probably wasn't happy. "Do you have a romantic lover?". The question seemed to pierce her cold armour for a moment but she replied,

"I cannot disclose that, now anyways do you want me to assist you with anything?"

"No just sit down, I want to talk". She nodded and sat in the chair farthest to me. Was I ugly today. "What do you think of the current government?" I asked

"I don't know enough about it to form an opinion". I sat there in silence, trying to figure out a way to make her crack. "Why are you asking me so many questions?" She asked. I looked at her for a bit before responding,

"You look beautiful so if I didn't meet you here I would've thought you were higher class" I paused thinking of more, "I want to know about you so I can have an idea of how you got here". I'd decided to try a more honest, more relaxed approach with her.

"And how do I know you won't betray me?" She asked, still looking out into the crowd, emotionless.

"Is that your lover?" I asked pointing at a man in the crowd. He was just behind the seats, with a hat that concealed his face but he had some sort of hunchback and was shorter than even me. She didn't respond but her everlasting gaze told me enough. As much as she loved him, he could not have her. He cannot touch her.

"What would you do if the king came here?"

"I'd perform as normal for him"

"But would you still love him" I said pointing at the man. She finally looked at me directly but, in distain. Her eyes didn't lie but she couldn't express it. I understood her situation almost completely by now. A king could have 2 wives surely

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