Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel

As the Broad sword made a bigger Hole in Aleen's chest, he could not help but stare eyes wide open in disbelief.

For him as a Father, or an elder, nothing was making sense today.

Firstly, his loving clan was attacked. And then he discovered that his son's life was in danger. And then his daughter's talent was stolen by his twin brother.

And now, his son that did not have any cultivation suddenly developed cultivation enough to attack elders and finally, he was also dying at his hands.

As the life drained out of his body, he could not help but flash back to these last ten years of his life.

These years were truly the most confusing of his life. He had lost the love of his life and had to take care of two children as a single father. Because of the conflict with his brother, he was also forced to do it alone for fear of losing them.

And then just when his hard work was to come to fruition, his heart was broken the day he discovered that his son would never be able to carry on his cultivation techniques.

For a father, this was the greatest hurt. His son was relegated to the scorn of the clan and even in meetings with other elders, he could still hear the mocking whispers. Even though there were praises as regards his daughter's talent, it was nothing compared to the insults he had to bare and carry.

After all, the saying always went, "Like Father, Like Son."

At first, he had wanted to end it all and just kill his son, but then that was in fact out of the love he had for him.

He knew that life without cultivation was not going to be an easy one and he wanted to help his son the better path which was reincarnation.

However, the love of his wife made him stay his hand.

And then he saw with his own eyes as his son began his training. He saw as he push time and time again against the Hand that life had dealt him.

Many times, he would overwork his mind and he would pass out bleeding on the ground.

During those times, he could see a bit of his former self that always thrived to be the best in his son.

And so he ensured to always tend to the wounds whenever the boy was at his limits.

All these were acts of love.

Even though he never liked the fact that his son ended up depending on some mysterious sword for power, it never once stopped his love for him.

But now, his love was biting him in the back.

Elder Aleen bleed through the chest and he could even feel as the spilling red liquid went into his lungs and occupied the space for air.

Was the love he gave his son wrong!?

Now that he thought back at it, there were many things that he did do wrong.

Maybe if he had been more of a father and a friend, he would not be in the situation he was in today.

Elder Aleen could not help but look up. He wanted to see the eyes of his son and be justified that this action was out of resentment.

However, he could not help but be puzzled.

Resentment? Hate? Anger?

No! not any of them showed even a slight bit in Chiron's eyes.

the only thing he could see was that same look he had seen in Chiron's eyes all those many years ago when he had woken up in the morning and saw Chiron pulling a huge boulder to build his body.

Yes! it was the same look. It had not changed in the slightest bit.

That was the same look he had when he was younger and wanted to be at the top of the cultivator world.

Yes! In Chiron's eyes, all he could see was the burning unblemished desire for power.

Maybe it was because he was dying and therefore could see it from a clearer point of view.

But the truth remained that this was a clear desire to climb and step on the cultivation world.

The desire in Chiron's eyes was so bright that it touched his heart and a few drops of tears fell down the side of his eyes.

For the first time in his life, he acknowledged Chiron.

Chiron pulled out the broad sword from Aleen's chest.

As Aleen fell to the ground, he couldn't hep but look around. He could see the many men that his son would have no choice but to stand against.

For some reason he could not understand, what he felt was not fear, but an overwhelming sense of pride.

This was it. This was what it meant to stand on top of the cultivation world.

For One to stand against all, and all to stand against one.

Even though this would be the last sight he would see before he would die, he did not mind.

This was a glorious sight for a father to witness.

Many people had called Chiron Trash for a long time and had said that Nora was the Talented one.

But No! there had missed it. Aleen had to admit that even he himself had missed it.

Even if it was from when Chiron had beaten Cablen, he would have seen it if he was not too rigid on his standard of what he called strength.

"Oh! Nora," Aleen muttered lowly, "If only you can see him, you would be very proud."

Aleen gave a self-deprecating laugh, "We have created a monster."

Even though Chiron was the reason for his end, Aleen could not help but wish his son well.

He closed his eyes never to open them again.

Chiron waved the Broad ancestral sword, and the blood on it splat on the ground.

Chiron looked at the hundreds of people that were coming to take his life.

Steadily, they advanced.

He pointed his broad sword at them, "Come and meet your end!"