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Kyle walked into the restaurant and found his parents already seated at the table waiting for him. Tonight's dinner was especially sumptuous as Eira had brought a roasted space chicken from outside. This type of chicken is a special breed cultivated by humans to adapt to the expanding space colonization. It can rapidly grow to adulthood in a very short time and requires relatively less maintenance energy, making it very suitable for farming in space.
The space chicken on the table was roasted to a tempting golden color, emitting a tantalizing aroma that made Kyle unable to resist reaching out to tear off a piece to taste. However, just as he reached out, Eira timely reached out to stop him, gently but firmly reminding him, " Kyle, go wash your hands first before you eat." Kyle then realized that he had just come back from work and still had oil stains on his hands.
Bozi couldn't help but smile when he saw Kyle being reprimanded by his mother. His eyes revealed a deep fatherly love and warmth, feeling proud of Kyle's growth and hard work. Kyle smiled awkwardly and then turned to wash his hands in the bathroom.
After washing his hands, Kyle returned to the dining table, and the family atmosphere became even warmer and more relaxed. They sat around the table and began to enjoy the delicious grilled chicken. This sumptuous dinner was not only a material satisfaction but also a spiritual comfort.
Kyle was eating chicken while observing his parents' expressions. He noticed that Bozi seemed restless, drinking beer non-stop after a few bites, and Eira also had a hint of worry on her face. Sensing the unusual atmosphere at home, Kyle slowed down his eating and cautiously asked, "Is something wrong?"
Eira and Kyle locked eyes for a moment, with a hint of hesitation and avoidance in their gaze. She tried to downplay the situation, saying, "It's nothing major, just that the price for scrap metal wasn't great today." However, her voice betrayed a sense of unease.
At this moment, Bozi set down his beer, looked heavily at Eira, then turned to Kyle and said, " Kyle is not a child anymore. He has the right to know what's happening in this world." With that, a hint of determination shone in his eyes.
Eira glanced at Bozi, sighed deeply, then nodded, indicating for Bozi to continue speaking. Bozi cleared his throat, preparing to reveal the truth to Kyle. His expression was serious, and his tone became heavy, clearly indicating that what he was about to disclose was not going to be easy.
Bozi took a deep breath, his eyes shifting between Kyle and Eira, showing some hesitation, but ultimately decided to speak the truth. " Kyle, we've encountered some trouble today," Bozi said heavily, as if each word carried weight.
Kyle looked at his father with concern, quickly setting down the chicken in his hand and focusing intently. "It's about our home, Sunset star. You know, it's never been very peaceful here, but the situation has gotten worse recently," Bozi said with a hint of helplessness in his voice.
Eira interrupted at this point: "It's the Empire, they have increased their oppression in the border regions. Today when we went to the market, their patrol teams were everywhere, and people were whispering about it." Her voice was filled with concern.
Kyle furrowed his brow, beginning to realize the seriousness of the situation. "What do we do? Is there anything we can do?" Kyle asked with a hint of urgency in his voice.
Bozi fell silent for a moment, then said, "We must be careful. You know, as residents of a border star domain, our lives have never been easy. But now, we need to be even more vigilant. As for you, Kyle, I think you should stay at home and not wander around."
Kyle listened and felt a bit dissatisfied, "But I can't just do nothing, Dad!" His voice carried determination.
Eira looked gently at Kyle and said, "Child, we know you are brave, but sometimes, staying safe is the most important thing. The situation is very complicated right now, and we don't want you to be in danger."
Bozi brought the beer glass to his lips, took a deep sip, seemingly trying to calm his emotions with alcohol. Then he continued, "And this time, the troops sent by the Empire are Darius's, those bastards are not worthy of being called soldiers, just a bunch of lawless thugs."
As the conversation deepened, Bozi's voice became more and more excited, "Wherever they go, they commit all kinds of atrocities, burning, killing, looting, completely inhumane! Damn it!" Bozi tightly gripped his beer mug, his face showing an angry expression.
Eira noticed Bozi's emotional agitation and looked at him with a worried expression, signaling him to try to control his emotions. Bozi received Eira's signal, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down. His gaze shifted from the beer mug to the table, he sighed and stopped talking.
Kyle listened to his father's words, feeling both anger and helplessness in his heart. He couldn't understand why those people would commit such cruel acts against innocent residents. The atmosphere at the dinner table became even heavier. Kyle, Bozi, and Eira were all lost in their own thoughts, and the warm atmosphere of the dinner had been replaced by the harsh reality.
In this heavy atmosphere, Eira reached out and gently but firmly held Kyle's hand. Her eyes were filled with maternal love and concern as she said to Kyle, "Do you have that broken sword with you at all times?" Her voice conveyed an unspoken worry and importance.
Kyle nodded and gently pulled out the broken sword from his waist, carefully placing it on the table. The scabbard of the sword was made by Kyle himself, simple yet practical in appearance. However, the hilt and the remaining broken part of the sword were particularly eye-catching. The carving on the hilt was exquisite, with each line delicate as if it contained a certain story.
Despite the sword being broken, the remaining part at the break still emitted an extraordinary glow. This glow was not just the shimmer of metal, but seemed to be a manifestation of some inner power. The metal material used was different from ordinary swords, appearing rarer and more precious, as if it concealed an unknown secret.
Eira looked at the broken sword, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes. She knew that this sword meant a lot to Kyle, not just as a weapon, but also as a significant legacy and a symbol of responsibility. Her hand gently rested on the hilt of the sword, silently conveying a certain message.
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