Cold weapons are a man's romance

Roman felt like he was instantly flattened by an exploding nuclear bomb.He had imagined many kinds of relationships between Cesare and Edward—siblings who have turned against each other, friends off the field and enemies on the field, perennial rivals, two trump cards in the club... But he never expected that they would The two are actually childhood sweethearts!

"Old Mrs. Blackson is a researcher of ancient documents, and she is particularly interested in medieval martial arts guide books. She cooperated with Mr. Blackson to translate and restore many precious materials, and even collected some authentic works. They have been committed to revitalizing medieval martial arts, not only established The club has also sponsored many fighting events. Mr. Blackson himself is an expert in cane skills. But he is too old to do the work of dancing with swords, so he decided to train his two children to become masters of swordsmanship .Cesar and Edward have learned swordsmanship from the elderly since they were young. Their conditions are unique, coupled with their hard work and hard work, they soon became famous swordsmen at home and abroad. They are nicknamed "Caesar of the Sword" and "" Edward the Black Prince'."

"It's not hard to imagine..." Roman murmured, "The two of them co-recorded the internal teaching video of the Aurora Club."

After all, he clenched his fists unconsciously, and didn't even realize that his nails were deeply sunk into his palm.He didn't feel any pain at all, he just felt an indescribable depression in his chest, as if it was going to burst his heart.

Cesare's relationship with Edward was closer and more... complicated than he'd expected.Cesar's childhood and youth were almost completely occupied by Edward, and Edward was everywhere in his golden years.And Roman was just a latecomer.How long had he and Cesar known each other?How could the short time between them be worth Edward's long and entangled half life?

"But everything changed seven years ago at the Silver Memorial. I was a referee, I saw some things, I heard others. Everything I'm going to tell you next, Roman, is for my own sake. From what I have seen and heard, it is not ruled out that I have misunderstood or misidentified something. I will tell you the facts that I personally experienced. As for the judgment of the facts," Lucinda suddenly became serious, "I can only leave it to your own judgment strength."

***

Lucinda idly fiddled with the referee's stick.

The long sword group of the Silver Memorial Tournament entered the semi-final stage. The two pairs of contestants were Cesar Ripa vs. Italy's Vincenzo, and Edward Blackson vs. Denmark's Henrik.The outcome is not difficult to predict.Everyone was guessing that Cesar and Edouard would win the semi-finals.If the two sides in the final were not the two of them, it would be a big upset.

The 15-minute break will soon be over.Lucinda looked at the clock.The line judges and scorekeepers kept gesturing to her, saying that the players should be called on the field as soon as possible.The audience is getting impatient.

Generally speaking, when the rest time is almost over, the contestants will voluntarily leave the backstage warm-up area and stand by at the edge of the arena, but this time the four people have not been seen for a long time.

What's wrong?Lucinda winked at the linesman, indicating that she was going backstage to take a look and hand the scene over to other staff.She put down the long stick, opened the curtain separating the backstage and the arena, and entered the warm-up area.

From a distance, she heard the sound of fierce quarrels.In the corridor, Vincenzo and Henrik hugged and shivered, and commented on the lounge next to them in horror, just like poor children who can only shrink under the blanket when adults quarrel.Seeing Lucinda, they both showed a look of amnesty.Their English was not good, and they stuttered, gestured and guessed to get her to intervene in the dispute in the lounge.

The voices of the two parties in the dispute were one old and one young. Needless to say, the old one must be Mr. Blackson, who came to compete as a coach with two students.As for the younger one, Lucinda couldn't tell for a moment whether it was Edward or Cesar, because people's voices tend to change tunes when they argue.

"Your most important task now is to compete! You are not allowed to go anywhere except the arena!" the old man snapped.

"You're crazy, old man! Is the game more important than human life?!"

Lucinda poked her head out at the door of the lounge, and finally got a clear view of the situation inside: the old Mr. Blackson was leaning on a cane, staring at his grandson indifferently, like an old bald eagle crouching on a dead tree observing Tiny herbivores; Edward was so anxious that his face was red and his neck was thick. If the other party was not his own grandfather, he might have fought a big fight.Sisar was sitting in the corner, holding the steel sword, shrugging his shoulders uneasily, neither came out to persuade the fight, nor participated in the quarrel.

"What's the matter?" Lucinda asked with her hands on her hips. "The semi-finals are about to start. Can you make it on time?"

"I won't participate in this shitty competition!" Edward yelled, "Grandma went to the hospital because of a heart attack, I want to go back to see her!"

He turned around to leave, when a cane hit his chest heavily, and he cried out in pain.

"The game is not over yet, where do you want to go?" Mr. Blackson raised his cane and blocked his grandson's way.

"So you want me to do nothing here and watch her life be in danger?"

"You're not 'doing nothing', you're doing what she's dreamed of doing all her life. It's not like you don't know how much she wants you to win the competition. Going back and seeing her with the trophy is the best gift. If you Return empty-handed, and she will be disappointed even if she recovers."

Edward pushed away his grandfather's cane: "When she recovers, she will be disappointed to find that we didn't rush back in time!"

"Do you think you know your grandmother better than me? You can't change anything after you go. You are neither a doctor nor do you know any medical knowledge. What use are you for besides crying in the hospital corridor to trouble the doctors and nurses?" ? If prayers and tears restore health, so do your prayers and tears here."

"Is there ice in your veins?!" Edward was furious, "You still have the mood to engage in these children's fighting games at this time? Please be more mature, can you? It's life and death now!"

"Children's fighting game?" Old Blackson narrowed his eyes, "You can't belittle this game just because you don't want to participate, you are belittling all the people who practice hard!"

Edward ripped off his protective clothing and threw them on the ground. "This is children's fighting games. Only people like you would regard it as a great thing, because even if your face is wrinkled, you are still a child who can't grow up!"

"Ted! Watch your words!"

"I've never liked your play games! If it wasn't for grandma's hobby, I wouldn't even want to touch these iron bars! I practiced swords to make her old man happy! Otherwise who likes to juggle your tattered parchments?"

"Ted!"

Edward turned to Cesar, who had been huddled in the corner without saying a word, and asked him for help: "Hey! You talk too! You also want to go back to visit Grandma Heine, right?"

Cesar looked at the furious Edward in bewilderment, and then at the gloomy and serious Mr. Blackson, hesitant to speak for several times.

Seeing that he didn't express his opinion, Edward rushed over to lift his skirt and pushed him against the wall. "You fucking didn't make a sound! How did Hai Ni treat you after your parents died? Have you forgotten how much she loved and spoiled you? You ungrateful bastard!"

"I...I don't..." Cesar sighed, "I don't know what to say...I think...I feel..." He stole a glance at Mr. Blackson, lowered his eyes and said, "I think if we Hai Ni will be happier when she returns with the trophy..."

Edward laughed angrily. "Wag your tail at whoever gives you a bone, right? A spineless thing! You'll be the old man's loyal dog for the rest of your life! I won't accompany you anymore!"

"Ted...!"

Cesar was pushed away heavily, and fell to the ground, looking around blankly, feeling very wronged.Edward rushed to the door aggressively.Mr. Blackson pointed his cane at his chest, trying to stop him again, but he snatched the old man's cane, raised his knees, pouted his hands, and threw the broken stick at the old man's feet.

He bumped Lucinda away.Vincenzo and Henrik in the corridor let out horrified chirping sounds, and hid in the corner as if they had seen a beast haunting them, not daring to move.

"Edward, if you leave now, it will be considered that you have abstained." Lucinda chased after him.

"Is it important who wins and loses in this childish game?" Edward smiled sarcastically.

Lucinda stopped.She knew that no matter how hard she tried to stay, it would be of no avail.No one can force this young man to stay on the field.His mind was no longer on the sword fight.No, it should be said that his mind was never on sword fighting.she thinks.He is just a child who has to engage in the same hobbies because of his parents' hobbies. In order to please adults, he can only bite the bullet and do things he doesn't like.He doesn't actually like swords at all, he just likes people who like swords.

"I'm sorry, Lucinda, to show you a joke," said Mr. Blackson.He bent down and picked up the cane that Edward had broken off, and tried to put the two pieces of wood together, but failed.Like this broken cane, his family was broken forever.In Lucinda's mind, Mr. Blackson has always been a typical old man, like a medieval old knight with snow-white hair who can still wear armor.But now she found that he was nothing more than a helpless old man.

"Anyone else wants to quit the game?" Lucinda's eyes fell on Cesar.

The silver-haired young man stood up, clutching his sword tightly.

"I'm going to go on," he said.

***

"Cesar won the first place in that game as expected. Although Vincenzo was lucky enough to advance to the final without going to the semi-finals, he still couldn't win against Cesar. I think they probably started from there. Since then, it has been called the 'second child of ten thousand years'."

"Where's Mrs. Blackson?" Roman asked worriedly, "Is she in good health?"

Lucinda shook her head: "She didn't make it through. Edward has been with the unconscious old man. After Mr. Blackson and the winning Cesar went home, she miraculously woke up. After hearing that Cesar won the championship She fell asleep contentedly, and never woke up again. It is said that her last words were 'your parents' spirits must be very proud of you'—to Cesar."

"She didn't comment on Edward's retirement?"

Lucinda shrugged: "I don't think she knows. And no one wants to tell her the bad news. The old lady is a bit like the 'idiot scholar' who is obsessed with research in... novels, and spends her life in According to ancient documents, she is very proud of her two children. But I am still not sure whether she will be happy or disappointed if she learns that Edward gave up the game and returned to her side to accompany her. I think this question will always be a mystery , was taken into the coffin by the old man."

"Edward must be very sad." Roman muttered.His beloved grandmother was dead, and in her last moments she was talking about swordsmanship and Cesar's victory in fencing competitions.What does this mean to Edward who has given up everything and rushed back to be with her?

"After that, he and Mr. Blackson completely fell out, and finally ran away from home. Mr. Blackson ruthlessly removed him from the list of wills. He is a big man in the circle, and no one dares to disobey him. Nobody wants to risk his annoyance to keep Edward - except one."

"...Cesar." Roman murmured.

Lucinda nodded. "He heard that Edward was leaving, so he rushed to the airport overnight to chase him. But on the way..."

The next story Roman had already heard from Alex.