"Hello to all those who have joined me today..." Hamar looked out to the crowd and scanned it briefly, "From the cultivators to the swordsmen,"
He took a deep breath and gulped, "I want everyone here to look carefully. And not just to look but to really, I mean really, watch...immerse yourselves in what I'm to say."
He looked out for a response before continuing, "That means all of you, cultivators and swordsmen. Here you are all just a part of the audience, nothing more or less."
Hamar became a bit nervous and stepped back. He held out his hand and summoned up his Sword Soul.
"Please watch this performance..."
The sword was attached to the Time Pool, it was like a river put into the shape of a sword. He held the sword out carefully and let the fluctuations it emitted roll off.
The cultivator guards, who had become curious after what Hamar said, felt those fluctuations and really became engrossed into what Hamar was saying.
Before this, they had been guarding the swordsmen for years, and through those years the two sides grew apart. Swordsmen and cultivators saw each others strengths and weakness' but those who Mo Haui had sent were strong; and so the weak swordsmen made them look down on swordsmanship in general.
However, Hamar was not JUST a swordsman. He was a disciple of Mo Huai, an Elder! That already gave him more authority, which made them willing to pay some attention.
It was only when he pulled out the Time Pool linked Sword Soul did they really understand. The fluctuations of laws the Sword Soul let off made Hamar have the feeling of a strong cultivator.
Hamar held the sword up in the air, as he did voices stated to speak in his head. He was channeling the power of the Time Pool to recall the past.
From the most recent to the oldest, memories began to enter Hamar's thoughts.
Mo Huai, he talked to Hamar. He spoke about the Time Pool; he spoke that Hamar may be able to help the cultivators gain comprehension of time.
His life, his happiness, his pain, his regret, his triumphs...it all came over him as he continued to recall memories.
Then Hou's split soul's inherited memories came through, Hou's life. His mysterious start, his growth, his regret, his triumph and then his years of torture. Much like Hamar's own life there were ups and downs.
Then as Hou's life resonated, more passed through. Memories that Hou had inherited from his varied life. Again Hamar felt the profound uniqueness of every life but also the base similarities.
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William looked up as he held his young disciple on his shoulders, on the platform was his own master. He looked up expectantly as Hamar began to speak.
Between every sentence was a massive pause, after only a few choice words he stepped back. William watched as Hamar summoned up a sword it of thin air.
Then he saw his eyes close. Not only did his eyes close, he felt his presence dim. Before that he felt a connection to Hou, something only swordsmen could detect.
Much like cultivators could feel fluctuations of laws on other cultivators; swordsmen cold sense aura. William saw Hamar's aura vanish as he stood with his sword raised high.
The boy stop his shoulder turned his head, "What's happening?"
William didn't have an answer so he tightened his grip and gently answered, "Just wait and watch. Pay attention, boy."
He looked deep at Hamar, trying to observe if anything was happening. As he did, William noticed the sword Hamar had summoned.
His eyes locked into it's streaming, flowing, almost hypnotic movement. His mouth fell agape as he whispered, "Father..."
Tears began to well within William's eyes as he stared into Hamar's sword; though as soon as the tears started and he wished to watch the sword forever he felt something new.
Once again he could feel Hamar's aura, not only could he feel it, he could feel it grow bigger and bigger.
It started as a light trickle, though soon colourless aura washed down from the sky. It poured onto Hamar and distorted the air around him.
To both swordsmen and cultivators alike, it looked otherworldly and ethereal. Hamar started to whisper though with no technique could anyone decipher what he said.
The whispers became louder, yet still indecipherable. They became echoing rumbling like earthquakes which shook the audience's very bases of power.
Hamar took a step forward and suddenly his murdering stopped. People's hearts came at ease as Hamar started to walk forward.
Once at the edge of the platform he threw down his sword in one clean cut. The sword moved down in a clean arc and as it did; it dissipated.
Like placing a drop of ink into a river it started to flow upwards, opposite of the swing's arc. The Time Pool was a beautiful, enchanting shade of green. And as it's raging waters fell upwards into the aggressive downpour of Hamar's colourless aura...
The two sides clashed, they danced and spun eachother around. Up and down, aggression turning to passive calm.
The two streams converged and became a horizontal blanket which flooded the space in front of Hamar. As it did, Hamar felt his aura become a co suit for the Time Pool.
The Time Pool fed of the memories off the past and now he was feeding others from the memories of the past similarly.
"The past in the Time Pool may not be real...it may be mere echoes...it may be a facsimile of creation...but..." Hamar smiled and raised his hands like a conductor playing his final piece.
"That doesn't mean it's useless. Without the memories of the past, of those that came before where would we all stand. Without those behind us, we would sit in caves banging rocks together. Those memories of the past can help those in the present now to create an even better future!"
Hamar got shivers as he felt the memories of all those under the effect of his 'river of time's converge into a shared experience, "Let us become the past that helps the future be present..."