Murim Recurve

Chapter 89 - Who’s Your Master?

'The first Harmoniser I met has a connection to the Withered Courtyard. This is suspicious. If it happens the first time, it is coincidental. But if it happens more than once, it is no longer a coincidence.' Re'Kha thought through the things she had experienced recently.

She had been through a lot of events recently. Moreover, she was feeling suspicious because it felt as if the events were geared towards her. When she talked with Ki'Sha the previous night, she was informed that Burfuna City hadn't encountered a Sha for more than a month.

But, the night she arrived, not one, not two, but four Sha had attacked the city. Moreover, all four of them operated in the same area she lived. Instinctively, what she felt was that the incidents weren't revolving around her.

They were bound to happen whether she was there or not. But what she felt suspicious of was the fact that through a series of coincidences, her actions and choices were driven in such a way she would be thrust in the centre of them all.

They had just begun, that was what she felt as her heart thumped. 'There are also instances when master's voice resounds in my head in a loop.'

Her master was a mysterious individual that had saved her from the brink of death. She was then nursed to a considerable extent while he taught her many things. All Re'Kha knew about him was his voice and the bits and pieces of his life he shared with her.

He never stated his name, always trailing on about how he was the third calamity among the twelve calamities. As she was blind, she had never seen his appearance, so she was unsure about his age, or even his race for the matter.

After all, logically speaking, a Kalki could only wield the four elements of fire, water, metal, and lightning. But, based on what she had seen and the changes imbued in her, her master could also wield the elements of wood and wind, elements of the race of Bisheen.

She never heard of such a race. Moreover, considering the message her master had placed within her storage ring, Budding Dew, she knew he was able to look into the future or something along those lines.

When she had pestered her master to say his name, he finally relented and said, "Don't care about my name, there are no records about it anywhere. But, if you wish to find out more about me, head to the country capital and search for a Martial Master titled Beast Sword. I was called that long ago. But ensure you never say it anywhere. There might be the ears of my enemies everywhere. They don't know much about me or what I have taught you, but my title is the one thing they would be on the lookout for. So, never reveal it."

"Don't worry," Re'Kha grabbed the hand of Ki'Nha, "I have come into contact with the Withered Courtyard. So, one way or another, I too am involved in this issue. If in the situation we are pulled into it, I'll protect Ki'Nua."

"Thank you," Ki'Nha cupped her fists, "My family owes you again, Lady Re'Luk."

"Please, we are helping each other in times of need," Re'Kha waved her hands, "Besides, even though it was risky, I still managed to escape from the Withered Courtyard. And considering the versatility of the Royal Clan, Ki'Nua should fare better than me."

"I hope that is the case," Ki'Nua sighed, slightly moving the window as she gazed outside. The sound of the rain helped relax her nerves, for the Water Qi rich raindrops caused her to feel a sense of security.

The greater the concentration of the elements they wielded, the greater their advantage. After all, a Harmoniser existed in harmony with their natural elements, hence their name.

The heavy topic caused the air to feel stuffy as Re'Kha too slightly opened the window on her side, watching the cycle rickshaws ply the road. As the cycle rickshaws moved on the road, air circulated through their interior and exited. It was what created enough Wind Qi for her to perceive the moment a cycle rickshaw moved past her.

As for the rest, she couldn't see anything. The images of the rickshaws she perceived were broken, filled with a lot of noise.

The heavy rain didn't prevent people from their daily activities.

Whether it was Burkurel City or Burfuna City, their drainage system efficiently functioned without any problems. So, there wasn't a case where the water levels in the city surpassed the height of a finger. After all, the drainage system was made to withstand and facilitate the water drain during the Peak Water Month. It was a period where it rained without a break for the entire month.

A carriage drove past theirs as the head of a child peaked through its window, giggling as the rain fell on his face. He then noticed Re'Kha, waving his hand her way. Re'Kha smiled as she waved back, watching the carriage cross theirs slowly.

When they were about to fully overtake them, the boy shouted, "Bye, weird big sister!"

"…Weird…" Her hand that was waving at the boy paused as her lips twitched. "…Brat."

"Haha, you do have your face covered like that after all." Ki'Nha couldn't help but chime in as she chuckled.

"It's for my training," Re'Kha pouted, "Complain to my master."

"May I know who my master is?" Ki'Nha inquired. She was curious because of the way Re'Kha behaved. Re'Kha was skilled and possessed quick wit. She also possessed numerous methods. Just the fact that she had been able to sense the Sha before they did was a testament to her strength.

As someone able to wield all four elements, Ki'Nha didn't see Re'Kha using any Pranic Art to detect the Sha. She also hadn't ever heard of a detection-based Pranic Art. After all, the maxim range a Harmoniser could access through his/her Pranic Art was equivalent to six times their height.

So, Re'Kha had probably developed her five senses through a unique method that allowed her to perceive the Sha from far away. And, considering how she covered her eyes, and the occasional fluttering of her eyelids, it meant she was constantly training to achieve a result she was unaware of.

This was what Ki'Nha had concluded after observing and probing Re'Kha. That's why she was curious about the identity of her master that trained her to such an extent.