Post by Lu Xiang on Jun 28, 2010 20:44:33 GMT
Water Mirror. He had recently surpassed his training, well his basic traing at least. It wasn't enough for him. Passing with flying colours of strategy; this world wasn't enough for him. How could humans be so basic - such simple strategies. He doubt this was it, he would pioneer new things and expand upon these foundations. He looked around, wrapped within his cloak, with a simple hat shading his face. The people seemed to be clinging to lords. Troublesome.
Even the skies leaked the truth, when this all blew out is would elapse like a bag of gold thrown into the sky. It would divide the land all the greedy man take their swords and cutting their own piece of China. But no that wouldn't be enough for them no doubt, eventually they would hit at eachother. Like so many times before. A reoccurance of events. War wasn't about how well you fought or how many troops you had. It was a state open, prolonged, armed combat. Not something Sima Hui want to associate with, at least not on a personal scale.
The tap, tap, tap of staff upon the floor as he approached a small house upon the outskirts of Xu Chang. Home for a day days, weeks or months. He didn't like the fame or attention. A gently creaked of the door as he returned, his back which had been hooked over returned to its previous stance and his old man acting skills vanished. Truthfully, he wasn't a day over Eighteen. New talent was highly contested over, lords picking up new flesh to be thrown into No mans land by the day. He wouldn't become one of them simple minded fighters.
"Bleh!"
Even the skies leaked the truth, when this all blew out is would elapse like a bag of gold thrown into the sky. It would divide the land all the greedy man take their swords and cutting their own piece of China. But no that wouldn't be enough for them no doubt, eventually they would hit at eachother. Like so many times before. A reoccurance of events. War wasn't about how well you fought or how many troops you had. It was a state open, prolonged, armed combat. Not something Sima Hui want to associate with, at least not on a personal scale.
The tap, tap, tap of staff upon the floor as he approached a small house upon the outskirts of Xu Chang. Home for a day days, weeks or months. He didn't like the fame or attention. A gently creaked of the door as he returned, his back which had been hooked over returned to its previous stance and his old man acting skills vanished. Truthfully, he wasn't a day over Eighteen. New talent was highly contested over, lords picking up new flesh to be thrown into No mans land by the day. He wouldn't become one of them simple minded fighters.
"Bleh!"
