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你看见剑术大师正费力地往一截树桩上坐。他小心翼翼地压低身子，双腿直打颤，仿佛根本弯不下去。终于坐稳，他长长地叹了口气。剑放在身旁，比握它的那双手年轻得多，是换过一把又一把之后留下的。他对这把剑并无多少眷恋，可手指碰到剑身时，你仍能觉出他对“剑”本身的感慨：人借它延伸自己的臂膀，也借它斩短别人的性命。你转身想走，留他独处一会儿，他却察觉了你的动静，出声叫住你。
"团长，原来你在啊。本不想让你看见这副模样的。"
他向后靠去，用长满老茧的手揉着膝盖。一阵风吹乱了他几绺灰白的头发。
"老了。就这么回事。不是说年纪——论年纪，我早就老了。我说的是骨头里透出来的老。如今我多半是靠名气吃饭，本事倒用得少了。"
你立刻反驳，说他仍是你见过最可怕的杀手之一。
"好听话留着哄女人吧，团长。我的眼睛不行了。你大概不爱听，可事实就是如此。前脚迈出去，也不如从前利索。膝盖咔咔响，时不时就僵住，迟早要吃大亏。另一只手，已经没知觉了。"
剑术大师将空着的那只手握紧，又松开。
"一点也没有。大概是神经快死了。有时我还会忘事，不是忘了靴子放在哪儿那种。我会忘记身后有没有人。我对周围的感知——那才是我真正的利刃——已经钝了。我有速度，有直觉，却还是让岁月悄无声息地摸到了身边。它不紧不慢，不冷不热，没半点征兆。它过去在，现在在，将来也会在。我总以为，自己会败给另一个剑客，一个有天赋的好手。不过看来，我的本事还是太好了。"
剑术大师露出一丝促狭的笑。你问他，是否害怕死得不够光彩。
"我早就明白，人到了我这份名气，怎么死都会叫人失望。书里会写，一个名不见经传的小子杀死了伟大的剑术大师。全是狗屁。你要听实话，我就告诉你：我怕的是明知会来的那一刻——这副身子在最后关头背叛我。有岁月帮忙，它迟早会要了我的命。膝盖会卡住，手会握不牢，肩膀会使不上劲。我不怕死。死神拿我没办法，就让它等着。我的身子会先把我弄死，然后那黑漆漆的可怜家伙，才有资格来收拾剩下的。至于那些作家和史官？让他们滚蛋。我要真想名垂千古，早就一个人去打一整支军队了。"
年迈的剑术大师笑了。
"行了，团长，少逗我。扶我一把，咱们也该赶路了。"
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剑术大师年事已高 |
你走开时，听见老剑术大师叹了口气。看来，光是跟上战团的脚步，对他来说就已经是一场苦战。
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剑术大师年事已高 |
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A Swordmaster剑术大师 brother gains the Old年迈 trait. | |
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You find Swordmaster剑术大师 struggling to set himself down on a tree stump. As he gingerly lowers, you see his legs quaking as though they can barely bend at all. He lets out a long sigh after he takes his seat. His sword is beside him. It is younger than the hands that own it, a replacement of a replacement of a replacement. He shows no fondness for it, but when he touches it you sense there is a reflection in the very idea of a sword, of how a man lengthens himself with it, and how he shortens others by its very blade. You turn to leave, hoping to give the swordmaster time to himself, but he notices your departure and calls out.
"Hey there, captain. Didn't mean for you to see that."
He leans back, rubbing one of his knees with a calloused hand. A bit of wind throws his tufts of greyed hair around.
"Old. That's how I'm doing. And I don't mean my age. By the years, I've been old for a while now. I mean I'm old in the bones. I suppose I get by on reputation a lot more than skills these days."
You immediately disagree, telling him that he's one of the deadliest men you've ever met.
"Save the niceties for the women, captain. My vision's going. You probably don't want to hear that, but it is. My lead foot doesn't step like it used to. The knee clicks, seizes up. One day that is going to cost me. My off-hand has no feeling."
The swordmaster clenches and unclenches his free-hand.
"Nothing. I suppose the nerves are dying. And sometimes I forget things. I don't mean where I left my boots, either. I forget if there is someone standing behind me or not. My sense of my surroundings, my real blade, has been dulled. For all my speed and instinct it was time that has crept upon me, slow and steady, with no heat nor cold to give it away, it simply was and is and will be. I always thought I'd be bested by another swordsman. Someone of talent. But I suppose I was too good for that."
The swordmaster grins playfully. You ask if he fears a death with no honor.
"I realized a long time ago that, when you become someone of my reputation, any route to death is going to be a disappointing one. They'll write it in the books how someone below my stature slew the great swordmaster. It's hogwash. If you want the truth I'll tell ya. I fear what I know is coming. That my body will betray me in the last moments. With time at its side, my body is what is going to kill me. The knee will lock, the grip will loosen, the shoulder will weaken. I don't fear death. I was too good for death, so death'll have to wait. My body is going to kill me first, then death can have what's left, the sorry blackened sod. The writers and historians? Piss on 'em. If I wanted eternal glory I would've fought an army by myself."
The old swordmaster smiles.
"Oh get off it, captain. Now help me up so we can get back on the road."
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Swordmaster剑术大师 has gotten older |
You hear the old swordmaster sigh as you move away. Keeping up with the rest of the company, it seems, has become a battle in and of itself for him.
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Swordmaster剑术大师 has gotten older |