All Ryoshi did was smile at Leon and said, “You are indeed a smart boy. It did not take you much time to discover the answer, but in your opinion, why did I not leave art with my children and grandchildren?”
Leon had already thought about this, but despite all his thinking, he could not find any answer to this question, so he took a gamble and said to Masashi, “Maybe because they are not worthy or because of the traitors spread within the palace.”
All Masashi did was laugh, “Ha ha ha ha, that’s funny. Do you consider my offspring unworthy, boy? You’re weaker than them. I’m just a construct of mana, and I can still sense your energy, son.”
“But the answer to your question is no, not because they are undeserving and not because of traitors. Do you really think that they would allow the most powerful art of their first Emperor to fall into the hands of traitors?”
Masashi said all of this at once without even taking a breath. He stopped for a few moments, looking at the ceiling of the cave with sadness for a few moments. He said, “No, my son. Rather, the matter is more than that, believe me.”
Masashi put his hands behind his back and looked in Leon’s direction, “The reason I said that you, boy, are my descendants but not of the royal family is because you were my descendants before I was even an emperor.”
“Most people think that I was a wandering swordsman who would go anywhere in order to protect humanity from evil and demonic creatures, but that is not the truth, son.”
Leon was confused, “What do you mean?” Masashi smiled and said, “I was just a broken man who hated the world. I was wandering from one place to another in order to take revenge on those hideous creatures.”
“This happened a long time ago. I was married to a very strong, beautiful woman. She was my childhood friend, my world, my everything. As orphans, we clung to each other and ended up getting married.”
Here a sad look came into Masashi’s eyes, “Even when I decided to train to become a samurai, a concept I don’t think is taught anymore, she stood by my side and treated my wounds.”
“We had very beautiful daughter. We lived happily. I mastered my art and took care of my family. Until the coup happened. At that time, I was not in my home. I was away from it, selling firewood.”
“But when the disaster happened, I made my way for my family, and I was praying to God that my family would survive. Two long days of continuous fighting took my time, and when I reached home.”
“All that greeted me was nothing but devastation. After searching desperately, I found my wife’s head and bones while there was no trace of my beloved daughter. I was overcome with anger at that time.”
“From there, I learned about my legend, but after years I never forgot. The people decided to make me their emperor, and I married Emba, one of the powers. Years later, by coincidence, I found a woman. She was my beloved daughter.”
“I knew that she did not remember me, and if she had done that, she would have communicated with me. I could not approach her. I was already old and did not have the ability to protect her, neither her nor her children, so I remained silent.”
“The worst thing is that I was not afraid for her, her children, and her husband from my enemies, and their situation is not easy. I was afraid for her from her half-siblings and my wife. This was devastating.”
“At the end of my days I saw that my royal family could not have my art. The one who should take it was my first offspring from the only woman who had stood by me since childhood and who encouraged me to continue.”
Ryoshi added, “My second offspring has already achieved great wealth, status, and political power. So how can I leave my first offspring, who is dearest to my heart, without anything in this world?”
“Although I did not have any interaction with my first offspring throughout the years that I lived, my heart was never at peace with him, despite that, I had great hope that my offspring would find this place.”
“If he had not done so, I had greater hope that the ring would fall into the hands of one of you. In the end, things return to their owners, no matter how much time passes, and the art would have been yours, for you are the heirs.”
Masashi stopped talking as he looked at Leon and said, “You, a boy from my first lineage, already have the most important thing to use art, which is intelligence. You are smart enough to know when to use it and when not.”
All Leon did was listen to Masashi’s story and think carefully, but he looked at Masashi, smiled, and nodded toward the old ghost, “I will.”
“Oh boy, one last thing. Most people don’t know why my artist’s name is Ryoshi Art because Ryoshi Fuji was my first name before it was changed to Masashi Masamura after I took over the throne.”
Just a question: Do you want the novel to be R18? If it is classified as such, it will contain explicit sexual scenes
Don’t forget to comment and review. I’m sorry I wasn’t very focused on this chapter. I’m really sick. If you see any mistake, please point it out in the paragraph.
To be Continued in the next chapter
