অধ্যায় ১৩৮: খেয়ালি তলোয়ার
“Hoo Tumi……” Dasher beshi bochorer smriti ekhon muhurtei mone bhese uthlo. Xia Gume meng er samne khara byoktiti, jar cheharay khub ekta poriborton nei kintu byaktitobhe akash-patal parthokyo goteche, sei Shimei ke dekhe tar buker bhetor ta kemon jeno kete uthlo.
Shimei er nam ekhon shuru korechhe shompoorno rajjo jure, tar Chondromohir nam keu jane na emon keu nei. Ageo Xia Gume shongkhay chilen je Shimei abar khoje ashe kina, kintu pore tader ma-meye Xia poribarer nijo elakay fire ashen, Xia poribarer shompadhinotar bhetor. Tarabe chilen je Shimei ekhon jotoi unnati koruk na keno, Xia poribar ke shatru banar jhunki niye tader khoje ashar shahosh korbe na.
Kintu Xia Gume kokhono bhabenni je Shimei etota nirbhoy hoye shidhasidhi akromon korte chole ashbe.
Hath barie Huarong Lingzhan er mathay dhore, Shimei er shompoorno shorirer shaktishali talabegri uthe uthlo Huarong Lingzhan er dike. Tar shoktir karone Huarong Lingzhan kemon jeno kanna jure kampo korte laglo, ebong tar patar upor aneko chhoto chhoto kete jaowa dag shrishti hote laglo.
Bhabenni je Shimei er ekhoner shadhona eto uchchu porjaye pouche geche, shudhu khali hatei shey abhaboniyo shoktir upar shristi korche.
Xia Gume er buker bhetor kene uthlo, hate jor diye shey Huarong Lingzhan kete tanner cheshta korlo, kintu Shimei er hat ti jeno ekta bishal paharer moto heavy kore chepe dhorechhe Huarong Lingzhan ke, Xia Gume jotoi cheshta koruk na keno, ekti tulpao tulte parlo na.
“Amar ma ke chere dao!”
Dekhe je tar ma ke chipe rakha hoyeche, pashe thaka Xia Taoyi er chehara ektu uddigno hoye uthlo, shey ekta gola chhere shathee hoye diye samne doure elo.
Ektu ghure samne asha Xia Taoyi er dike takiye, Shimei er chokh du-ti muhurter bhetor shabdhane shada ronge porinoto holo, ekta bishal shokti muhurter bhetor Xia Taoyi er upor porlo.
Chokher poriborton shudhu ektik muhurto dhore chhilo, tarpor Shimei ta tule nilen: “Tumi amar sathe lorar joggo nou.”
“Xiaoyao, shei shomoy tumi tar porikalponay hatakari hoye mrityur kachakachi chhile, ei shomperko tomarai nijeder mitate hobe.” Ek thathapate Xia Taoyi ke matite fele diye, Shimei er gola winter er moto thanda chhilo: “Tumi urle, ami ek yuddhe tomake kete felbo. Tumi jodi Xiaoyao ke harate paro, tahobe ami tomar ebong tomar mayer jibon rokkha korbo.”
“Ei ki shei shomoyer tomar shishyo? Qi-r shisthir nobmoshil? Tomar kotha ki sotti!”
Li Xiaoyao er Qi-r shisthir chorom shadhona Xia Taoyi er drishtite kono sthan payni. Tin bochor age shey Zhuji porjaye unnati korechhe, ekjon Qi poryajer shadhoker jonno ta kono kosto charai kora jabe.
“Shimei ja bole, kokhono tar byatikram hoy na.” Shimei halka hashte bolen.
“Tumi tomar shishyo ke onek beshi bhalo bhabchho, Qi porjaye ki kore Zhuji porjayer shadhok ke harate pare!” Shimei er shokti diye chaonoi kora jachhe na, kintu Xia Gume mukhe tokhono har manlo na.
“Amar Shimei er shishyo, tader ki bhabna kora jay?” Matha hele, Shimei niche thaka Li Xiaoyao er dike bolen: “Xiaoyao, tomar shob shokti diye yuddho koro. Tomar shonchoy gahir, ei yuddhe jodi safolyo ashe, tahobe tumi Qi er bandhon kete beriye ashte parbe, ebong Zhuji shadhok hoye uthte parbe.”
“Kintu guruji, ami tokhono Dao poristhiti shrishti korar bhabsthu khuje paini.” Li Xiaoyao bollo.
“Tumi Xiaoyao তরবারি er sharir, tomar shompoorno sharirer তরবারি ekhon tomar jonno shera Zhuji er bhabsthu, onno kothao khonjar proyojon nei.” Shimei bollen.
Shimei er kothay, Li Xiaoyao kono shondeho charai biswas korlo, jokhon guruji bolchhen je ami shob shokti diye safolyo pabo, tahobe cholo amra shob shokti diye yuddho kori.
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Chrang kore ekta shobdo kore long sword ber kore, Li Xiaoyao er charpashe shokti uthe uthlo, Qinglian Baojue er bishes shobuj Qi sharirer bhetor ghor-ghor kore ghumte laglo.
“Ajnan! Qi ebong Zhuji holok ekti bishal akash-nad! Tumi amake harate parbe na!” Ekta gola chhere, Xia Taoyi hath barie tar pichhone bosher moti agunera phote uthlo morichikar moto.
Brishtir moto ghon agun er fule Li Xiaoyao er dike chute elo, thot kamre, Li Xiaoyao pa diye ekpashe shorlo!
“Changkon Xiaoyao!”
Xiaoyao তরবারিer shokti uthlo, Li Xiaoyao muhurter bhetor shobar drishti theke harie gelo. Jemon Xiaoyao, ei prithibite take kono kichui bandhte parbe na.
Changkon Xiaoyao byabohar kora Li Xiaoyao ekti onno prithibite chole gelo, ei prithibite shob kichui sthir, space ebong time shuddho.
Ei prithibite, Li Xiaoyao kono kichur upor probhab felte parlo na, kintu shey je kono sthane ei prithibi theke beriye ashar shidhantho nite pare, ebong purono time e fire ashte pare.
Ar original sthan theke joto dure jabe, Li Xiaoyao er shokti toto beshi khoroch hobe.
Xia Taoyi er pichhone ashe, Li Xiaoyao tar long sword ta Xia Taoyi er buker pichhon dike rekhe shastho prithibite fire elo.
Li Xiaoyao er harie jawa abar hothath eshe pora, matro ekti muhurter byapari chhilo. Pichhone hothath doure asha bipod er anubhutite, Xia Taoyi er buker bhetor kene uthlo, pa diye matite chap diye aguner ekta chakri Xia Taoyi er pa theke charpashe chhoriye gelo, ebong muhurter bhetor Li Xiaoyao ke pichhone hotate badhho korlo.
Xia Taoyi er proti-kriya khub druto chhilo, Li Xiaoyao matrotei fire ashar shathe shathe, Xia Taoyi proti-kriya korlo, gorom agun Li Xiaoyao ke sword diye pichhone hatate badhho korlo.
Samne asha agun ke bhanga, Li Xiaoyao tar sharir dhakka diye abar Changkon Xiaoyao byabohar korlo.
Li Xiaoyao kono chinho khuje paoya jay na emon choloner upar, ekti muhurter jonno Xia Taoyi er moto Zhuji shadhok keo shudhu chole giye akromon shojjo korte badhho korlo. Kintu tabuo, Qi shadhoker tulonay onek beshi shorir ebong shoktir karone Xia Taoyi Li Xiaoyao er abhaboniyo akromoner samne kono khoti porlo na.
Jekono shokti byabohar korar ekta shima thake.
Dhire dhire, Li Xiaoyao er Changkon Xiaoyao byabohar korar shongkha kome gelo, kintu tar sharirer aghat aro bere gelo.
Bhang!
Li Xiaoyao ke Xia Taoyi er hothath pa diye chokh er upor jore mara holo, rakter ekti dhara beriye, Li Xiaoyao bhari bhabe pashe pore gelo.
Mukti diye mukh chepe, chokhe jol bhara Zhao Ling'er khub cheshta korlo tar gola diye Li Xiaoyao ke probhabita na korar, kintu Li Xiaoyao er bhoyonkor aghat dekhe, tar buktao shathe shathe kete gelo.
Sharirer Qi shoyon shes, sharirer shokti ebong rokter shokti pashapashi shukie geche. Matite pore, fule jawa chokh er Li Xiaoyao er mone holo ekti angul tulbaro shokti tar nei.
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“Dekhle toh, Zhuji shadhok kokhono Qi shadhok der dwara ahon kora jabe na.” Obhijog kore Shimei er dike takiye, Xia Gume khub cheshta korlo Shimei er cheharay ektu parajoyer chinho khuje paor, kintu tar bishad holo, Shimei er cheharay shanto thaka chara onno kono bhobona chilo na.
“Xiaoyao! Tomar Dao ki jonno?”
Bishal akash-bani er moto shobdor gola mathay abosh hooya Li Xiaoyao er kane beje uthlo.
“Amar Dao…” jhol-mhol kora mathay, onek shob chobi chole gelo, sheshe Li Xiaoyao er mathay shudhu Shimei ebong Zhao Ling'er dui byaktir chehara bhese uthlo: “Guruji ebong Ling'er ke rokkha kora.”
“Tumi ki ekhon emon bhabe rokkha korbe?” Hasir gola Li Xiaoyao er kane bar bar boro kora holo, abosh ghola chokh ei hasir bhetor aro drir hote laglo.
Dhire dhire Li Xiaoyao er dike agano, ekti Qi shadhok ke harano Xia Taoyi er jonno kono bijoyer anondo chilo na, karone eta to age thekei shobhabik chhilo, jemon ekti boro manush ekti shishu ke harale, shey ki gorbo korbe, jodi ei shishuti kichu bishes shokti thake tabuo shey ekjon shishu matro.
Li Xiaoyao er pashe giye, Xia Taoyi uchu theke nicher dike Li Xiaoyao er dike takalo, chokhe hatyar iccha bhranto holo, uchu kore dan hat er talur bhetor aguner ekta alo ghurte laglo!
“Amar Dao lohar moto, amar hridoy তরবারি gora; dhara dhore chola, তরবারি niye Xiaoyao!”
Hothath matha tule, Li Xiaoyao er ekti ujjwal chokh shokti diye bhara ebong bhanga jabe na hridoy er iccha chilo!
Pichhoner shidha merudanda hothath bishal alo diye Li Xiaoyao er hate tin-chiro long sword banalo!
Sword tule shotru ke akromon kora, ei sword Xiaoyao তরবারি er jonmo-shotro shoktir madhyome, porjayer bandhon kete felse, niomer bandhon kete felse, time ebong space er bandhon kete felse.
Eta Xiaoyao pawa ekti sword!
Phoot!
Xia Taoyi er buker bhetor chhire jawa sword ti doish meter bheshiye, ekti paharer chura ke guro guro kore dilo!
“Kibhabe… shombhob…” buker bhetor rokto gora gha dekhe, Xia Taoyi biswas korte parlo na je aboshomvabi bhabe hara Li Xiaoyao kibhabe hothath ei shokti shrishti korlo.
Kosto kore matha ghure akashe thaka Shimei ke dekhe, Xia Taoyi mukh khule rakter ekti gola fele dilo, chokhe bujhte parlo: “Hara… mithye noy……”