Spirit Conductor – CH 3

Chapter 3 – Yashura Family’s Pride

“Hmm? What’s this?” Shuro’s brows knitted together. “Oh! It’s actually like this!” exclaimed the patriarch with an elated voice.

“What’s the matter, father?” asked Mila.

Patriarch Shuro smiled. “You didn’t say about his Elemental Affinity!”

“Why should I? It’s not that strange for a warrior to possesses Water Elemental Affinity attribute.”

Mila Yashura didn’t know the reason why his father suddenly said this.

It was common for a warrior being able to conjure fire sparks from empty air. Or a combat mage who controlled berserking winds, and priests utilizing the soothing and healing nature of holy water they could find. They were childrens of nature. Yet, humans with their genetic limitations usually only able to maximize the power of one element in their life, two or more could be considered powerful and talented in the world of warriors. Orthodox schools of thought termed this concept as Elemental Affinity.

Then, the question raised here, was it a coincidence for Shira mastering water elemental out of the blue?

Patriarch Shuro knew his daughter didn’t know what’s going on. In fact, a lot of people won’t know that Shira’s condition was a little special.

“Yes. It’s common for a warrior to possesses an Elemental affinity,” he nodded. “But that’s only if they passed the condition of their Classes. In other words, for a Novice like Shira, it’s actually a special thing!”

Mila was dumbfounded for a moment. “Then… there’s still a chance for him to become a powerful warrior?”

At his daughter question, Patriarch Shuro could only smile wryly. “This, actually I’m not sure myself. But what I know is that someday he’ll obtain a Unique Class for sure. Just like his father.”

Hearing his father words, naturally, Mila was pleased. Even if Shira didn’t grow into a powerful warrior in the future, he could still succeed patriarch position in the future with a Unique Class.

After that, the father and daughter chat happily about Shira’s future and current affairs of Yashura Family. They didn’t realize the magical paper was gone.


Shira sat alone in a spacious garden. He ate a jar of biscuits while he crossed his legs in a relaxed manner.

“Brat!” the Good-Natured Spirit called.


“You said you didn’t work on that scroll I mentioned before!”

“I didn’t.”

Ol’ Good-Natured Spirit threw him the magical paper Mila created before. “Hah! Water Elemental Affinity! High Dodge rating chance! That’s a characteristic of my cool and awesome ‘Water Flowing Style’ passive skill!”

Shira noticed his own attribute, tilted his head. “Oh. Maybe I did. A little,” he said with a whisper.

What the spirit really cared that this lazy brat actually had a progress. Then with a raised chin, he announced excitedly, “Actually, brat, I prepared for you some awesome training plan specially designed for a talent of one in ten million people like you. It was a training plan of hell. The path I walked before to unlock the true potential of my amazing passive skill, this ‘Water Flowing Style’ I was talkin’ about! With chances of living only five percent for a normal person, you could achieve this feat too if you survive! For those who succeed my awesome training plan would gain an unbelievable raw power! Believe me. The only you need naturally is to work very hard and a little montage scene or some time skip would help quite a lot too! In the end, you’ll be a very, very stronk! Believe me alright! Slapping some arrogant cardboard cutout characters and creating personal harem would be a child play for you! My child, a fortunate and heavenly chance now dawned upon thee. Are you ready?”


“You fuckin’ brat….” The excited spirit became speechless. “Fine! One of these days you’ll know what a true regret is! I’m waiting for you to beg and kneel! Pfft!”

“Oh, leave me alone!” Shira was dissatisfied with the talkative and shameless looking spirit.

Did he believe the peace-loving youth will exchange his life for a little bit of power?

Hell no!


It was a custom for families in Badril Village to convoying if they visit another family in a formal reason. No one was sure which family did it first but this was meant to draw attention and reputation across the village. Malikh Family naturally did this today.

The musicians were playing their roaring and spirited drums and flutes at the front of the convoy. One elder of Malikh Family led them in an imposing manner. Following behind were servant girls in white carrying a lot of plates of food or some silks as gifts. Locals were awed by how extravagant the convoy was.

But… what made people more dumbfounded was the golden embroidered carriage, appeared dashingly with two expensive white horse pulled in the front.

People were confused. “That’s a little imposing, isn’t? Did Malikh Family own that carriage?”

“No. I know people from Malikh Family. They wouldn’t empty their family’s coin pocket just to flaunt with those expensive carriages. But what I heard is… right now an aristocracy family from a second-tier village was quite friendly with them.”

“Oh, is that so?”

Some people who heard the heated rumor would be excited if they could see some drama today.

On the other hand, Yashura Family grew anxious.

Patriarch Shuro Yashura narrowed his sharp eyes from Yashura Family’s front gate. “There’s something wrong with that convoy.”

“Yes. Indeed,” an old grand elder said and nodded beside him.

“I can’t see Ghalim and his wife on the convoy,” the middle-aged patriarch said. “Old Ghugu, did you see them?”

The old grand elder shook his head. Strange indeed.

If they want to discuss something with Yashura Family about the engagement, naturally the one who sets the marriage should be the one who comes.

“He’s rumored to be poisoned,” said the grand elder softly, “but elders from Malikh side always denied all talks with their bulls.”

Then it was Shuro’s turn to shook his head. “If he’s really poisoned, all he needs is to requests Jhuro’s help. My brother was a master of poisons in the first place.”

Ghalim Malikh, the current patriarch of Malikh Family, and Shira’s father were brothers in arms when they were younger. Thus Patriarch Shuro would convinced about all this poisoned rumours if Jhuro made it known Ghalim had contact him. And yet, Ghalim Malikh didn’t. That was the only reason Shuro alongside other elders in Yashura Family didn’t believe about the poison rumor.

“Maybe we should wait and see.”

The younger generation of Yashura Family were more carefree than their elders. The only one amongst them with a hint of suspicious was Shira Yashura. “For a family of a third-ranked village, that kind of transport was total vanity and waste of money. Muh, such a bother,” he said.


The Good-Natured Spirit laughed beside Shira as he knew what kind of joke would going to happen next.

Then, the convoy approaches Yashura Family’s tall and wide front gate, the luxurious carriage stopped. People expected how awkward both families had to pretend in order to save their face. However, suddenly they were slapped with a twist, as the musicians and servant girls from the convoy dispersed immediately, not even bothering to show respect with gifts and greetings. It was quite different from the practice of old custom where the families would exchange gifts and held a short poet reading sessions between the younger generations of two families. In fact, from the looked of it, Malikh Family was quite bold in front of Yashura. They didn’t intend to humor the latter. Some older locals who knew village customs were muttered dissatisfied of how disrespectful they were.

In Yashura Family side, Shuro Yashura’s face turned red with anger. He looked around. Other elders beside him were furious too. This was the first time in years their family was disrespected and humiliated. Now, he knew what this Malikh Family’s visit was about.

A figure steps down from the carriage. But he wasn’t their anticipated princess. A young refined man in a black fancy suit, blue eyes and handsome looking oily black hair, turned around to opens the door from another side.

Then a milky white-gloved hand held the young man hand intimately as she stepped down the carriage.

Everyone was dumbfounded. The cold princess of Badril Village actually dared to act intimate with a stranger. Did all of this farce was a collaboration to attack Yashura Family’s pride?

Patriarch Shuro Yashura stepped forward with a dark expression. “Can we humbly ask a question to Malikh Family… who’s the young man who was standing with Young Lady Bhela?”

Elders from Malikh Family didn’t answer. Instead, it was the young man who openned his mouth.

“This humble young master was from Blackwood Family of Evershine Candy City,” he said. “And I am Young Sis Bhela’s boyfriend!”

The crowd exploded in an instant.

“Damn that burn!” someone said aloud.

The other continued. “Yashura Family was roasted till the ground.”

“Finally justice! That little piece of shit of untalented young master finally got pawned!”

“But isn’t it quite the same? Before was engagement and now another boyfriend? Do we have a chance at all?”

“What is the meaning of this?” asked Patriarch Shuro with a sharp and hostile tone, “we, Yashura Family, need an answer right now!”

Blackwood Family Young Master raised his chin. “You need an answer? Fine then. Young Sis Bhela and I were a pair blessed by the heaven. As our love is pure and strong! Yet my girl can’t marry me because she was promised to another man without her consent! This naturally us loving couple should be the one who demand an answer!”

The Yashura Family couldn’t take anymore. Insults were thrown, folks inside Yashura Household were roared in a unison till their throat hurt.

Bhela Malikh didn’t refute or reject the loving couple speech, leading people slowly believe in the rich young master’s words.

Yet, the one whom his girl stolen looked coldly from a distance. His eyes were indifferent. Like he was watching a dry play on an unimpressive stage. Shira Yashura wasn’t convinced.

Then the Young Master of Blackwood Family continued. “Actually, the reason I come here was to see my rival who shamelessly claims as my Young Sis Bhela’s future husband. I want to ask him, face to face: Shira Yashura. As a man, do you dare to battle me in a fair duel?”


Shira Yashura was well-known in Badril Village as a waste young master who didn’t have an inch of talent to become a warrior.

And now look at Blackwood Young Master again. He was in his early twenty. That’s mean even if his talent was mediocre, at least he had a Class obtained warrior by now. That would be no dueling. But a one-sided crushing.

Everyone looked at the crowd in Yashura Family’s courtyard. Yet they didn’t see anyone who resembles Shira’s feature. Even his uncle himself didn’t know where was the youth hid himself.

Shira rested his back on a wall in an unsightly corner.

“So all of this is a stage for them to weaken my family’s reputation?” Shira said. He tried hard to keep his calm. Yet, iritating laughs still rang aloud beside his ear. Made him felt dizzy from the shame.

Shira looked at the cold beauty by the carriage. Maybe it’s the first time he saw his fiancée in years. But he felt reluctant to throw himself into trouble in order to chase her.

Shira himself was quite bothered by his father’s decision back then. To engage him without his own consent was a bother when he grew up, so all he did was calmly let the storm pass. Therefore he could let his always-absent father deal with rest of the mess.

By the luxurious carriage.

Seeing no figure to accept his duel, Young Master from Blackwood Family was elated. “If he’s not man enough to step forward, then naturally this visit was a waste,” he said, shook his head intentionally at the crowd, then prepared to go home afterward.

Suddenly, a feminine roar was heard inside Yashura Family’s crowd. “Wait a minute, you bastard!”


revised – 20/01/2018
Grammar revised – 20/02/2018