The following morning, Sun Xin was awakened by the hammering sounds of the woodshop. Production had resumed for that day. He dressed himself and stepped out into the high morning sun and was irritated upon realizing that he had slept in. Master Lo was in his ancestral shrine near the shed and he stood solemnly with his hands behind his back.
“This shrine and these tablets bear the memory and the spirit of my family from many generations past. My father before me and my grandfather before him always told me of the family’s grand legacy. The name ‘Luo’ or ‘Lo’ carries a great responsibility, for through it lies a history of many virtuous and heroic figures that employed our unique style of swordsmanship. It has been coveted by countless many and has been passed down and developed for a thou
