The Art of War

Having finished his training, Hui Yue went back to his room from the training fields. For once there had been no guards around for him to battle. But even if there had been some Hui Yue did not have the time to fight them today. What he needed to do was to write down something from his memories. He needed to write down The Art of War.

Sitting in his room, he racked his mind trying to remember the contents of the book.

“Sun Tzu said: The art of war is of vital importance to the State.” The first sentence came to him quickly, but as for the rest, it was very vague. Gritting his teeth, he almost felt like walloping himself. It had been many years since he lived his old life, and even then it had been years since he wrote the book report.

Without remembering the exact words, Hui Yue wrote down what he could remember, and in front of him, words started to appear. Finally, after some time, the first chapter of The Art of War was almost entirely written down.