In the dizziness, amidst the darkness, consciousness is hazy.
My head hurts.
It's like I've hit something.
I can't remember where this is, or who I am, or what has happened, just fatigue and weariness, wanting to sleep forever.
Seems like there's a voice, intermittent, without beginning or end.
Gradually clearer.
"...Hmm, this one, let's say he's my junior. Although his talent is just a tiny fraction of mine, he manages to get by. Leave swordsmithing to him; later, I'll rely on you to take good care of him."
"No wonder!"
Another voice exclaimed with realization, "I've been saying, after hundreds of years, even with my Eternal Empire gone, why has a Mo practitioner still dropped in to assassinate the king?
So in just a few hundred years, have the two families merged?
Amazing!"
"Ah, it's actually quite complex, but let's say it is... Just, won't you blame me?"
"Why? Being good at recognizing talent and appointing the right people is a rare virtue, I wouldn't blame you."
