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He slashed and closed his eyes against the blood, the lacquered roses filling him with a rising bile, sparkling hot.
There was one man he had seen the day before—the one who had let him go. He knew he recognized him, because Yao was hard to forget—the face of Zhong Guo would always be there, burning, burning into the mind like a brand on wood; it was set in stone, and the ageless face of Zhong Guo would never fade.
It was at the center. Zhong Guo. The Middle Kingdom.
He destroyed him. His man. And another man. And another. They fell, and he destroyed them. They were to be buried beneath the sand, faceless, as history went. He wiped them away, and though he knew others would weep, they would someday also forget.
Once it was exciting, and for some reason, it still was—the lovely, cordial wind, as he battled the typhoon, fighting, tingling. He killed his people, and he loved it, hated it. Their starved faces were fueled by rage that day.
That day, his weapon returned to him. He screamed at the men, putting them down.
Dead as the dynasty.
Gold and red, they fell, tattered, over the fields.
Zhong Guo.
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PT: ...Nothing to say here, really. I'm already on the next chapter, though. I saw "出入平安"written backwards at my classmate's house the other day. I know that we have a tendency to turn things upside down for wordplay, like, "fu dao." ...But "安平入出"？I don't get it ._. Also, red and gold are, like, the Chinese colors in culture. Ever noticed? When I was younger, I thought the People's Republic flag's colors were based on culture. Then a few years ago I learned about communism...