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{{Markus De Blade}}

The days have gone by so slow, I wonder if the day is the day my grandson has come out of his close door training, the routine I have done daily does make your body stay fit but has nothing to do with the mind to kill time, not that we can literally kill time it’s just an old expression older then this nation was ever created, maybe I should take my Saber training more important since if you get to rusty it can cost you your life, in this world life is cheap as the dust in the desert blown by the wind, well I might as well start the stances and forms that go with my trust Saber eh weapon that has been with me for over 40 years of my life I wonder every other day which one was getting to old the wielder or was it the weapon, the sheen the saber still has makes the lethal weapons, it is but there is still eh large amount of scratches and dings all over the Saber sharp end,

In a sense the Saber is sort of like me an old man that has a lot of history with old wounds and the old memory that still give him nightmares in some night out of the week, makes me wonder if what I did in my youth was actually of any worth since all I have is the experience the nightmares from every important battle, when you recollect the bodies of your friends and foes alike the blood pools the ground soaking it up like eh sponge so even if you walk around the bodies your feet still sink into the ground from the over soaked ground became a field of blood, my boots were becoming fowl with the cold blood of either my comrades or enemy’s, or was it the smell or that my hands where shaking this was consider the day I lost my soldier cheery I had killed over ten of the enemy troops that charged are left flank in with my column number 15th  I was in  squad 6 last man in the group the newest rookie at 16 and never been to war you pretty much eh virgin to war, this is why I said this was my cherry popped after this battle made me get over the harsh sight of death of friend and ally alike as well as all the soldiers that aim their swords to my death should I have stood there and leave my neck open to my afterlife. The lesson I had learn from this battle alone harden my mind to the harsh nature of war it all and absolutely unforgiving to everyone is just a part of the cycle of life and death.  

((Souske De Blade))

After the echo of the last news from the temporal mansion, I was standing there pretty much blinking for five minutes digesting the news that it was times up and it’s time to get out three months was up, I guess it’s time to gather up all of my things that have been laid around all over the floor I guess this might as well be called my room, it’s not like I was ever a neat freak with ocd but being in this room for seven and half years, this took me a while gathering everything from whetstones to rubbing clothe and oil from cleaning the swords, Saber, and the spear I was training with for the last two years, I guess the time it took to clean up the room was estimated in time to around 15 minutes,  as I have I moved all the weapons into my storage ring so walking out empty handed just like how I walked into the room originally,

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While I was walking out of the temporal mansion I stopped at my door and unlatched the locked op the door, I pulled the left side door back inside my room while I walked out, while looking around at the small garden outside my door with all different colored flowers spread out all over the place makes you wonder if eh painter lost his mind or the gardeners was having a field day back here, while I looked around to look for the path to head up to the front of the villa and to see if my Grandpa was around, while I was walking the wind picked up the breeze picking up the smell of the fields around me was something I have not smelled in seven and half years in the temporal mansion, in reality was only three months in the outside world it wasn’t long but to me it feels like I have been gone for a lifetime instead of only a few months,  while I was getting closer to the walkway arch from the resident side of the villa, (I hear my grandpa gruff voice say what is that smell of what is this sent smells like a freaken nest of dead verpro slugs ah the smell my mood for this good wine is starting to lose the mood,)

I kept walk but was also sniffing the air to understand what my grandpa was complaining about then I noticed the sent was really close to me I sniff harder then I sniff my arm and armpit then I almost died on the spot, I found the evidence what the smell was it was me oh shit I smell like a bathroom from any of the highway rest stop stall with everyone of having everyone that went inside take the smelliest shit that can come out of anyone, it took  me a few minutes to recall that I found where the water sink was and toilet but I never found a shower stall at all in the room I was in at the temporal mansion so for seven and half year I never showered once so I guess I smell from all the different cultivation I had done since I had a mountain full of black filth that came from my body from each and every time I did a step in cultivation, I guess I should have looked for a bath as soon as I can out of the temporal mansion, but I still headed towards the front of the villa and saw my grandpa sitting down with eh cup and a large bottle of wine, I said hello grandpa I am back the cultivation went well, ( he responded that you must be what I smelled before I think it will be a better idea if you go take a bath before we have a in depth conversation about  what you were doing for the last three months.)