Uma pessoa e uma espada, dois ou três amigos, ousam apontar a espada contra as injustiças do mundo; uma pessoa e suas técnicas, milhares de métodos, capazes de dissipar as tristezas humanas. Lin Jiugê
“I heard she’s the burden Brother Wang brought back—her name is Lin Jiugé. Quite a pretty name, actually.”
“Yeah, she’s a burden herself, and she’s brought along a little one too.”
“I don’t see anything special about her.”
“Exactly, there’s a place for everyone, and I heard Senior Wang Cong from the Inner Court wanted his cousin to join, but look how it turned out.”
In the distance, a ten-year-old girl swept the courtyard, seemingly unaware of the talk around her.
Lin Jiugé glanced at her younger sister, who was quietly playing by herself, a trace of warmth softening her eyes. She gripped the broom in her hands a little tighter.
She continued sweeping as if nothing had happened. The story rewinds to one month earlier.
Wang Fei from the Inner Court had ventured out for training and returned with a pair of sisters. He handed them over to the elder in charge of general affairs, trading them for a menial disciple's position, and then announced his seclusion.
The elder managing the chores was a member of the Wang family. While most people only gossiped about Lin Jiugé, their attitude toward Lin Jiuci, who was considered an extra burden, was far less kind. Even though the elder declared that Lin Jiuci was under Lin Jiugé’s care, the others still thought Lin Jiuci was taking up their resources. The distant, mocking remarks were already among the more civil.
“Hey, you there! Sweep this courtyard too.” A man appeared—the petty leader among the menial workers, a distant relative of the affairs elder, named Wang Bin.