Swordsmaster Zamza

The swordsmaster Zama books can be found throughout el phidin.

volume 1 "ginkgo round dance"
The time was year 247 in the gagharv calendar. Golden leaves danced a Rondo in the air, drifting to the ground. The man leaned against a large Ginkgo tree with his eyes closed. Medium build, medium height. Probably in his mid-twenties. if he were walking in a crowd in the city, his handsome face would not go unnoticed by ladies walking by. The way his blond hair drifted in the wind made him seem like a Messenger from the large Ginkgo tree. The skies were painted in the colors of dusk. The light was quickly fading away. The man was drifing in the memories of his beloved home, so far away. It's been a while since he left his home. "Sir Zamza. I found you at last." A voice calling his name forced him back to the present. But his eyes remained closed. "Rieble...How are the soldiers?" "Sir, their morale is quite high, as they emerged victorious in the last battle." "I see...Have the ten sages said anything about this battle with Sir Miligan?" "Yes, sir, about that... The ten sages have decided to utilize the full force of the Red tribe to fully resist and fight. An order to assume command of an army has already been here for you." "Unbelievable...the members of the tribe are weary from the civil wars these past 40 years...It seems like ther is no way we, the red tribe, have a chance..." the man referred to as zamza sighed. "although he is our enemy, Sir Miligan is an outstanding warrior and tactician. It seems we're at a disadvantage... "Perhaps the Ten sages have something in mind." He mumbled, his eyes narrowing. "Unless the way things are going to change, our demise is at hand." "what shall we do?" "we have no choice but to fight for now...we need to buy some time in any case. Let's retire for the evening. Rieble, you get some rest as well" "Yes, sir. As you wish..." After Rieble had left, Zamza put his hand on the sword at his side with his eyes closed. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and his battle arm flashed in motion. The large ginkgo tree fell to the ground with its treetop seemingly wiping the skies clean. "Those old men see,m to ask the impossible." Zamza glared at the heavens in frustration.

Volume 2 "commencement of war"
The Red Tribe, who lives in the eastern area of the continent, has been in a civil war for the last 40 years. This war gradually spread to other area and caused the entire continents to fall into chaos. A warrior named Miligan rose in arms to build up the peaceful life. He rode on the Dragon Arvrehit and unified the western area of the continents, but then he aimed for the eastern side. Miligan's forces got together in the land where the Red Tribe still waged battle amongst themselves, under the orders to "Conquer the East." The Red Tribe, with their internal war unresolved, joined forces to defend their land that they inherited from ancestors. Zamza took the leadership for that. On the day of the battle, both forces were spread about over the fields, waiting the command to commence attack. The battle started a little past noon. "Full force attack!!" Zamza's command rang across the fields. The cavalry led the Red Tribe and rode into the enemy forces. Zamza is always the one who commands his troops. But he hated issuing orders from the safety behind his own troops. The leader must lead his troops into battle in order for the soldiers to do their best. This is one of Zamza's beliefs. Also, his pride as a gladiator who was cultivated in the tribal coliseum still was breathing inside of him. The blood of the gladiator is what pushes him to the frontlines. Letting out a war cry that is distinctively Red Tribe, he slashed his way through the enemies.

volume 3 "The Swordsmaster"
One week prior to this battle, the Red Tribe under the command of Zamza had encountered Miligan's forces. The Red Tribe emerged victorious, and this victory was giving good morale to them. 3 hours into the battle, Zamza was still at the frontline. The way he swung his sword was efficient and was like a black panther cornering its prey. The Red Tribe is by nature horsemen, and for this reason, the main fighters of the forces are the cavalry who use spears. Zamza had always been a swordsman and preferred to use the sword. The manner in which he used his sword was quite unique. He swings his broadsword in arcs while high atop a horse. He connects each of those arcs. His movement never faltering. He learned his skills as a swordfighter, but his movements were as graceful as a ritualistic sword dance. Whoever saw Zamza swinging his sword so freely in the spear-using cavalry refers to him as the "Swordsmaster." That name was subject to awe, but sometimes was used as a compliment. The way Zamza treated his prisoners of war was with great honor and respect. The way he engaged in battle was fair and square. The way he led his men was nothing but outstanding. When his forces were advancing, he was at the forefront. When his forces were retreating, he always made sure everyone had retreated before him. The enemy always caught sight of the Swordsmaster whether they were winning or losing. The stories of the brave and righteous "Swordsmaster Zamza" spread throughout the land.