The definition of "recognition."
"Place the table over here."
Cherry blossoms fluttered across the world, and the wind aided him. Everyone moved about busily preparing for the banquet, and the heads of the families, to commemorate the hundredth year of the founding, were all returning to the capital.
The head of the Snow family had brought gifts of their homeland’s products to the Hwajaga family, and the head of the Moon family had distributed invitations to the banquet among the people. It was a day full of happiness.
"I'm getting annoyed."
It would surely be written this way in history books. Kim Taehyung bit his lip. Watching the busy people move about, he crossed his arms and kicked a stone lying on the ground with his foot.
His half-brother had overthrown the heads of other families and the tyrant of the empire, and as a result, had been rewarded by becoming the new emperor of this territory.
The scene, where the golden winds of the fallen emperor blew away, and the emperor looked at the empire with eyes full of longing, with the blood of his enemy on his sword, was a moment that remained unforgettable to this day.
Of course, the aftermath was not insignificant. We had struggled with balancing relations between other nations instead of engaging in a civil war. Yet, we survived. We lived with honor.
However, this could only be enjoyed under my brother's influence. As I wasn’t the legitimate son, I was always treated as secondary. The smiles he gave me, claiming to be sincere, only turned into poison in the end.
And today, it was the day I would finally end that long-standing, twisted fate.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty."
The one who deserved the praise the most was, as usual, dressed plainly. In pink clothing, complementing the cherry tree, and wearing a flower crown instead of a royal crown. It was my brother, the emperor of this empire.
His eyes, full of kindness and seeming to know everything, and his slightly upturned lips. At first glance, he looked like someone who was always happy.
How could such a good person kill others and rise to the throne? People wondered. How could someone who seemed like they couldn’t even kill an insect, have killed so many people?
They did not know. They didn’t know how cruel and merciless he truly was. They didn’t see the day when he killed all the rioters while traveling, hunted down their leader, and left no trace of vengeance.
"There’s no need for 'Your Majesty.' Call me 'brother.'"
"The law requires this. It can’t be helped."
I stood behind him, observing his slightly nervous demeanor. I watched him tidy his clothes, steady his voice, and face forward. The feelings in my heart were beyond words.
The people cheered for him, and the knights pledged their loyalty to this country. But now, this scene would change. The cherry blossoms would fall, and the plum blossoms would cover the ground, creating a brilliant display.
I took a deep breath and corrected my stance. Was there anything I had trained longer than this sword technique? It was a piece of cake for me. I focused all my will, my brother's will, and the will of the plum blossoms into the sword.
"Bloom, oh plum blossom."
At last, the revolution began.