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The Sword Emperor walked across the Garden of Withered Flowers under the speckled sunset, where the dead slept like flowers.
—You’ve done a good job with this place. Well done.
Instead of retorting, “What nonsense are you trying to spout with this build-up now?” I offered a normal answer.
—Thank you.
Rather than asking, “Why are you answering so readily? Have you eaten something bad?” the Sword Emperor continued complimenting me.
—I like how even the soil is dead. On the day I awoke my reinforced aura, I put one grain of soil in my palm to study it. After focusing my aura in my eyes and ears, I studied it and saw that the grain seems calm, though it is, in fact, chaotic. Within that tiny grain, countless things were jostling and squabbling!
The Sword Emperor bent down and stroked the decayed earth with his fingertips. His touch merely brushed the surface, yet a sudden gust of wind scattered the soil, creating the illusion that his hand was caressing the ground itself.
—What I saw and heard that day surpassed everything I had seen and heard until...
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