The Yellow Flash Of The Leaf 소설 & 이야기

I know what’s at stake. Moving quickly, I navigate through the overgrown path, careful not to make too much noise. Every shadow feels like a pair of eyes watching me, but I force my legs forward. It doesn’t take long before I spot Blissleaf. The plant is smaller than I expected, its silvery leaves shimmering faintly under the moonlight. It grows in clusters near the base of a fallen tree, hidden beneath tangled roots. I crouch down, reaching for the delicate stems. My fingers graze the leaves—

Yadiel’s perspective: Looking out my window, I am greeted by a vibrant scene of autumn splendor. The leaves, in their various shades of red, orange, and yellow, dance gracefully in the gentle breeze. They rustle and sway, creating a mesmerizing display of colors against the backdrop of the clear blue sky. The branches of the trees, once lush with green foliage, now showcase a mosaic of hues, painting a picture of nature's transition.

Declan convinced him. “I don’t know exactly how, but if I happened to open my eyes and she was still there, I always saw her bring a long, dark red leaf with her. I think she used it to wake me up from the death..” Lilly answered him. “The Sawang leaf…” Declan mumbled. His eyebrows were knitted. He started to think that maybe they missed something this whole time. He remembers very clearly that Sawang leaf only works for Mystical Creature, just like Myrna explained to him.

Leaves danced into the air from the forest floor. Her hair whipped around her face, floating as if in water. Joran advanced, a smirk forming on his lips. “Step back, girl.” Lydia raised her chin defiantly. “Come and get me.” Suddenly, the forest erupted in silver brilliance. A surge of energy radiated from her being — not fire, nor wind, but an essence older, sharper, and alive. The ground cracked with thin, luminous lines, and the trees leaned away. The Hunters swayed as if caught off balance.

It pulsates, persuading me to think that this isn't the ordinary paper cut. "Isla," a profound, apparently arousing voice in my ridiculousness talks. "Allow me to see that."Large hands wrap my own, and soon both are stained with blood. The red drops from both of our hands onto the plant, and it hints at the leaves with some way or another discouraging precision. From where I'm hunching down, the leaf is nearly draining as am I, a dim green in the roots however dark red in the edges.

In the end, all he could do was explain the leaf to the Russian boss "This plant is a bushy kind of plant. It typically only grows a foot or two above the ground. These leaves will be yellowish and orange in color. These bushes have green leaves too, but they are useless. We only need Orange or Yellowish leaves. It looks like a semi-star in shape. Three sharp edges" he explained.

"Think of your intention and make it so." My desire to bring this leaf back to its green, fleshy glory fills my mind. It doesn't hurt. It isn't hard. I feel the leaf move against my hands, and when I open them, there is a leaf so pristine that it appears to have fallen from a branch only seconds ago. A smile engulfs my face and I jump in my spot. "It's real," I murmur, "all of it is real. All that you said—what does this mean? What's going to happen?"

“Oh, you dumb dumb old fogey! Who said I taught you a new technique? Do you remember the name of the sword technique?” “The Song of the Autumn Sword,” came his prompt reply. “And what does the first movement look like?” “...a falling leaf.” “And what is the name of your clan?” “Leaf.” “...” “...” “So? Don’t you still get it?” Little Yin made a face. “Aish. All right, I will spoon feed you only this once. You got your head all wrapped up in the concept of ‘speed’. Your name is Sword Flash, and thus, your blade has to be fast, like lightning. Your attacks have to be swift, like the wind. Your sword has to embody speed to its limit. Those are the thoughts you have, aren’t I right?”

My feet crunch against fallen leaves as I approach the tree. Slowly, carefully, I reach for the branch above me and grab ahold of it. With a tug, I manage to lift the huge red leaf from its place. My heart skips a beat as the soft green grass crinkles underneath me. Slowly I stand up, keeping the leaf in my hand tightly clutched to my chest, making sure it doesn't fall. My eyes wander around the clearing, finding nothing but beauty. I sigh deeply and close my eyes for a second. My eyes flutter shut momentarily, before opening again.