CHAPTER 44: EMPEROR STYLE VERSUS NORTH STYLE

“Where are we?”

When the teleportation lighht subsides, the terrain around Aldeit surprises so much his eyes almost pop out for a second

“Near the dead sea. You can go all out here.” Lekas answers him as if there is nothing wrong going on here.

There is a vast plain of dead trees all around them. The air is a bit salty, nothing looks like the school.

“Did you-”

“Does it matter?”

Lekas is still focusing and his energy is getting stronger by the minute. Aldeit understands it is not the time for questions. He closes his eyes, thinking about the stories of his father and the legend from the elders of his village. He tries his best to picture the perfect form of the ninth path, the last song. He imagines his ancestor standing, with the sun rising behind him, his fists burning with passion. Yes, that’s it, that’s how the ninth path should be.