League of Legends Millennium Warlord

After chopping firewood all morning, Yongen came home panting with baskets of firewood on his back. He stacked the firewood one by one and started to cook. His mother Wen Lu would not come back with dry food for dinner. He needed to feed his hungry He and his younger brother Yasuo made rice porridge to eat.

The old man's words were still fresh in his mind, and Yong'en, who was fanning the flames under the earthen stove, couldn't help but feel a little moved.

The empire is not as important as a growling stomach. If the elder named Souma really takes notice, he might be able to pay for food and clothing by himself, which would relieve his mother of a lot of burden.

The most important thing is that if the people in the village are as hostile to the empire as usual, the swordsman will definitely not be popular, and there will not be too many children who want to join the dojo.

Wanting to take on a disciple but not having many choices, this was an opportunity for Yongen.

"Would you like to call Yasuo and let him try too?? Maybe Yasuo will become more sensible after entering the dojo."

Just when Yongen was staring at the blazing stove fire, the kitchen door was pushed open. Yongen turned his head, only to see his brother sitting with his legs crossed with a swollen face on his face. On the stool, his clothes were in tatters, like a little beggar.

"Brother, is the food ready? I'm almost starving to death."

Seeing Yongen frowning with charcoal dust on his face, Yasuo quickly put down his crossed legs, put his two skinny little hands on his thighs, and sat upright.

I still have to give my brother some face, otherwise there will be no food to eat.

"Who are you fighting with again?"

"Gus, that son of a bitch called me a bastard, and said that you are the son of a short-lived ghost who pretends to please adults all day long. I was really angry, so I stabbed that grandson in the butt with a stick."

Staring at the bruises on his brother's face, Yongen's frown deepened.

"Never had a fight?"

The aggrieved Yasuo gritted his teeth and said.

"After beating him, he couldn't get up. As a result, the grandson called for help, and the bastards Belloc and Warner came... My stick was discounted, so I never fucked them. If I had a harder one, The stick will definitely knock them down!"

Hearing this, Yongen felt distressed and angry, so he took a small basin of cold water and came to Yasuo's side.

"Stop talking big words and do more practical things. Wash your face. I'll serve you some herbs later. Eat first."

"Thank you, brother."

The two brothers finished lunch and cleared the dishes together. Yongen applied some herbal juice that was not very effective on Yasuo, which at least reduced the swelling and prevented it from turning into a small watermelon egg.

Seeing that Yasuo was about to slip away again, Yongen grabbed the windy Yasuo at his feet, fearing that the naughty kid would disappear again in the blink of an eye.

Especially in the crowd, he never caught Yasuo.

"Don't run around this afternoon and go out with me."

Hearing this, Yasuo had a bitter look on his face and shook his head in disbelief.

"Brother, aren't you going to go up the mountain to chop wood? Wait, you're not going to drag me and make me apologize to Gus and those bastards, are you? Oops, I have a stomachache and I need to go to the toilet. If you don't let me go, I will Pulled here?"

"If you want to apologize, it's me who apologizes. What are you apologizing for?"

Not wanting to take advantage of Yasuo's tricks, Yongen shook his head, grabbed Yasuo's little hand and explained.

"Follow me this afternoon to see the sword master from the village. I heard that he is looking for children of our age to be his disciples. Let's try our luck."

"Master of swordsmanship? Forget it now."

Yasuo's head shook like a rattle.

"I'm not a martial arts material..."

Yongen's face darkened, and he finally showed his majesty as an elder brother and a father.

"obedient."

Yasuo finally stopped struggling and nodded obediently, and Yone's expression recovered.

"Go to sleep. Let's go together when you get up."

"Brother, what if that swordsman master doesn't accept us?"

"Then I'm going to Gus to fucking apologize."

"Shall I go too?"

"sleep."

"Hehe, you know that Gus fucking likes you the most, you are indeed my brother~"

"If you don't sleep, go and apologize."

"Sleep, sleep, purr, purr~"

After about an hour of lunch break, Yongen woke Yasuo up from bed and changed Yasuo into his own spare cloth clothes. Although the size was one size larger, Yongen didn't have to go to see others in rags.

The two brothers left the house and walked toward the north of the village, only to find that every family was carrying their children out, as if going to a market. The purpose was surprisingly the same. Even the bald boy Gus, who was covering his buttocks, was among the crowd.

"Aren't they all looking for that swordsman master?"

Yasuo lowered his voice, but Yongen frowned.

This situation seems to be different from what I imagined. Even Yeorman, who clamored every day to join the militia to kill the barbarians of the Empire, came with his young son, his face smiling brighter than a chrysanthemum. It was not that he wanted to join the Empire. Fight to the death?

In this case, doesn't it mean that his and Yasuo's chances are much smaller?

"Gus is here too?"

However, Yasuo immediately saw his nemesis in the crowd. He gritted his teeth and rubbed his hands together, looking around in private, as if he was looking for someone to take advantage of.

"Don't be ridiculous."

Holding his younger brother's restless little hand, Yongen moved forward closely with the crowd, and soon reached his destination.

Just when Yongen was worried that he couldn't see anything, Yasuo pulled his brother through the gaps in the crowd and squeezed to the front of the crowd in the commotion without being beaten.

I don’t know when a shed, a wooden stake and a chair were set up in an open space in the north of the village.

In the shed, a middle-aged man with a round face and a long knife at his waist was sitting on a chair with a disappointed look on his face.

Next to the middle-aged man were three teenagers wearing kendo robes. Each of them was equipped with a real sword. They all looked majestic and desirable.

There is also a young warrior from the dojo in the open space. The young warrior is taking the wooden knife from the boy's hand. The boy is none other than Werner, the boy from the same village who just beat up Yasuo in the morning.

At this moment, Werner was sitting on the ground panting and breathing heavily. It seemed that he had exerted too much force just now and was now a little exhausted.

"Master Suma, how is my son? Does he have the talent to practice swordsmanship?"

"With all due respect, your son is not suitable for swordsmanship.

Who wants to try? Go get the wooden sword and use your knowledge of kendo to attack the wooden stakes in any way. "

Simply rejecting the villagers who gathered around him, the somewhat bored Suma casually spoke to the other villagers, and immediately a man called his son to come on.

Yasuo took a closer look, then lowered his voice and gritted his teeth.

"It's Gus, the bastard! He can still stand up. It seems that I stabbed him lightly this morning!"

"Shhh."

Covering Yasuo's mouth, Yongen watched without blinking as Guts took the wooden sword from the young swordsman's hand. Since he couldn't take advantage of opportunities, he could only find and seize opportunities by himself.

In front of the wooden stake, Gus's ass was burning with severe pain, which made the boy's face somewhat distorted, making the wind swordsman who handed him the knife some doubts whether he had a personal grudge against this little kid.

The wooden knife was heavier than expected. Gus took a deep breath, shouted, and regarded the wooden stake as his mortal enemy Yasuo, swinging it and smashing it down hard.

"Yasuo!!"

The wooden sword tilted its blade and hit the wooden stake. He was distracted because of the pain in his buttocks. Gus failed to hold the wooden sword tightly due to the reaction force and watched helplessly as the wooden sword came out of his hand and flew towards the wind swordsman on the side.

Lingkong grabbed the wooden sword that almost hit him in the face. The wind swordsman's face was not very good, and Gus's father's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He secretly cursed the dead child Yasuo for affecting his son's normal performance.

"I can't even hold the sword in my hand, and I'm so violent at such a young age. Even if I have a grudge against Yasuo, I shouldn't have it affect me on such an important occasion... Oh, next one."

After all, they were just a group of farmers. Suma even doubted whether he should come to such a small village to recruit apprentices. It was a waste of time.

Having said that, if the empire hadn't given a fixed number of places to join the army, he wouldn't have had to travel so much.

On the other side, Yasuo, who saw Guts losing, was about to cheer, but Yongen covered his mouth.

"There's nothing to say about him not being selected. Yasuo, it's your real ability to be selected. Leave the cheering to yourself."

Nodding, Yasuo also regained his composure.

"Brother, do you want to go up and try?"

Yongen shook his head.

"Let's look again. There are still a lot of people anyway, so don't be in a hurry."

Fewer and fewer people tried, and only three of the dozens of children were approved. The screening process was far more stringent than imagined. At least Yongen couldn't tell that those behaviors were regarded as swordsmanship talents in the eyes of Elder Suma.

The time soon reached mid-afternoon, and the sun was almost gone. Yasuo, who had lost his excitement, dozed off on his brother's shoulder and said to Yongen, who was a little hesitant.

"You see that elder is very tired. Otherwise, brother, please come back tomorrow to avoid being ignored by the lack of energy elder."

"You have also seen how the situation is. He may leave tomorrow. It is better not to delay this matter. I will go first, and you can be polite and obedient later."

Seeing Yongen's tone of voice that he could not refuse, Yasuo had no choice but to nod.

Arriving alone in front of the wooden stake, Yongen was different from the other children who directly took their swords to chop the wooden stake. He first bowed to Elder Suma, who was sitting in the main seat with his eyes narrowed, and then to the other wind-controlling swordsmen in a polite manner. After nodding, he finally took the wooden sword respectfully with both hands and said thank you to the wind swordsman beside him.

This move alone made Yongen more pleasing to the Wind Swordsman. No one hates polite children.

It is not uncommon for a disciple like this to come out of a large sect, but to be so polite at this age in a small village must be due to a good education, and a good education can help people establish excellent character and is a factor in talent selection. A very important symbol.

Suma picked up his energy and focused his diverted attention on Yongen.

He noticed that Yongen had been observing how others were behaving and could hold back for so long before taking the field. He liked Yongen's humility, stability, patience and neither arrogance nor arrogance very much. In the next test, if Yongen can If he shows a little bit of excellence that is different from ordinary people, he will accept this boy who looks very pleasing to the eye.

Yasuo on the outside also held his breath for a moment, watching his brother slowly raise the wooden sword with both hands without blinking.

"Child, don't be nervous, just use your own understanding and swing the sword in your hand."

Amid the surprised looks of others, Suma, who had never said anything off-topic, spoke for the first time.

"Thank you Elder Suma for your guidance."

Yongen turned around to thank him again, and when he turned around, his face showed absolute calmness.

【What is the sword in my heart...】

At this moment, Yongen's eyes were fixed on the wooden pile. The wooden pile was full of scars and seemed like his life. He could only stand there and face the storms from life in silence. He could not fight back, but could only Suffer in silence.

His younger brother Yasuo can be naughty and hit others if they don't like them, but he can't. He has to apologize and resolve other people's resentment, because he needs to use his identity as a 'good boy' to protect his younger brother and mother.

Orphans and widowed mothers, if there is no upbeat man in the family, they are destined to be bullied at will, and they will not be able to hold their heads high in life.

If both brothers are annoying, how will the mother, who is burdened with the burden of the family, deal with it?

He just wants to watch his younger brother grow up, start a family, and become a man of integrity, proving to others that he is different from the man who abandoned his family and ignored him.

He just wanted his mother to be able to sit by the bed with food, clothing and warmth, to smile proudly at him and Yasuo, and not to worry about her future livelihood and shed tears.

[I just want to use the sword in my hand to protect this family. For this, no matter how many grievances and hardships I suffer, it doesn’t matter.]

The stake was himself, but he struck hardest.

The blurred eyes gradually became firmer, and thousands of thoughts followed the wooden knife in his hand, slashing towards the wooden stake as smoothly as a real steel knife. The strength gained from chopping wood allowed the blunt-edged wooden knife to cut through the air, and Yongen, who had an upright blade, twisted his body. , the wooden sword touched the wooden stake, making a dull sound,

Different from the children who tried the sword before, this time, everyone did not have the concept of "touch" or "smash" in their minds.

This is a knife slash, a stern murderous intention emanating from a bladed object. No one doubts that if Yongen is holding a bladed steel knife, the wooden stake will inevitably have a deep knife mark. If the wooden stake is a person, then Nine times out of ten that person will disembowel you.

And there seems to be no shortage of hatchets in the village...

For a moment, the whole place was silent. Whether they liked Yongen or didn't like Yongen, whether they were adults or children, they all looked at Yongen holding a wooden knife with a bit more solemnity at this moment.

The children in the same village who had always thought that Yongen was a coward who didn't dare to fight and could only apologize finally understood that the reason why Yongen didn't fight with them didn't seem to be because of cowardice.

In silence, Souma asked in a deep voice.

"Child, what is your name?"

Holding the wooden sword tightly, as if he had grasped his own destiny and refused to let go, Yongen turned to look at Souma.

"Yone."

"Isn't your family here?"

“My mother farmed.”

Yongen didn't say anything about his father, and Souma didn't ask.

"You passed, come over here."

After being recognized, Yong En still looked calm, neither humble nor arrogant, neither sad nor happy. He first bowed to Suma again, and then returned the wooden sword to the smiling wind swordsman and said thank you.

Finally, he glanced at his excited brother again. Yongen scanned everyone's eyes and expressions and remembered them in his heart. Then he came to the wooden shed and stood with the other three qualified candidates selected by Suma. .

Nodding with satisfaction, Souma was ready to spread the word after getting Yongen.

"Anyone else want to try?"

Under Yongen's gaze, Yasuo stood up proudly with his chest raised, came to the wooden stake, and said loudly.

"have!"