The Rise of Qing-era racism

Evening, sunset. The stands were full and in the center the place for battles was empty for the time being. Everyone was looking forward to the "fresh cut" of the European. No one doubted his death. And the information about his age made everyone wild with delight — 7 years old. Kid. Yumin was the first in the history of fights for entertainment with such an age. Even white-skinned children were sent to fight according to the rules from the age of 9, but the emperor really did not like that his son showed interest in this slave, so he decided to kill two birds with one stone, get rid of the prisoner and at the same time from Yanlin's friend, and even to amuse the nobility. This news really spread quickly that even from other clans came to see it, to know that commoners were crowding around the edges. I had to jump up to see at least the arena. Yanlin's heart seemed to break through his chest, or just stop. While he was dying of excitement, his gaze caught the cruel grins of adults. The ladies laughed, hiding behind fans and umbrellas from the setting sun, the gentlemen made jokes. Yanlin grimaced at all this filth. Why are adults interested in watching the violent murders of children?! When he becomes emperor, the first thing he will do is ban such fights. And the scariest thing about it was that they were pleased not so much with the fight, but to make fun of Yumin. Battles with European children have always been popular and dishonest. Because Chinese children were trained in martial arts from their youth, and the prisoners had to delve into it on the go, and in 100 percent of cases Europeans died. And the Chinese people rejoiced about the power of their young pupils, that even prisoners could already kill a person. There were no rules in these battles, only a sword to help and forward to the glory of the Heavenly ancestors. How ironically it was presented, death in the name of the holy gods, but in fact a bloodthirsty delight of the nobility. Everyone always made bets on Chinese prisoners, and of course they paid off. Only Yanlin bet on Yumin, the emperor looked at him with withering eyes. After all, the rate of the imperial family does not pass by the eyes of the people, and Yanlin's firm decision to throw for a white man caused a storm of discussions. The son only told his father - Isn't it a matter of honor to be for a friend to the end? Even if it's the last time? Yanlin deftly took the sage's sayings as an argument, and the emperor had only to quip - I see they're not teaching you for nothing In fact, Yanlin's legs were giving way and he could hardly pretend that everything was fine, while he was looking for Yumin with a hysterical look. He couldn't even sit still on the chair. Even as luck would have it, for the imperial retinue there is a private balcony on several levels, and of course everyone is looking at you, and you should not show signs of any excitement and emotions in general. Finally, the rivals came out, Yanlin noticed from the very beginning that for the amusement of society, Yumin was pushed onto the battlefield at all, so he could not walk with dignity, as the child opposite him did. Seeing his opponent, Yanlin wanted to run out with a tantrum on the field, and stop the fight, because it's not fair. His opponent was Xiaolong (the meaning of the name is a snake), this is the same racist who encouraged him to throw a rat into Yumin's soup. Not only was he 9, he was 3 times taller and bigger. You can even say full. It's like a sumo wrestler fighting a small fry. It was a huge difference. But only Yanlin cared about justice, the others immediately started talking loudly "Kill that bastard!" - Death to Europe! - White-skinned mediocrity! - Cut off his head! - Hair the color of a child's surprise! Of course, no one was rooting for Yumin, and it's easy to break under such heavy moral pressure, especially for a child. It was so hard for Yanlin to hear this, and Yumin seemed not to pay attention at all and glared at his opponent. Of course, the emperor, one of the three leaders of the racist war, had to be told - His head off his shoulders! And this meant that Yanlin had to support his father. He wanted to blurt it out so badly "What kind of filth, are you kidding everyone here?!" But he only mumbled in a trembling voice - Ggollov. c . shoulders.h. And he looked at Yumin with a wildly guilty look, and did not expect to see his smiling look in response, it was a sarcastic smirk. He had never seen such a lover's face. He didn't even know what love and basic etiquette were yet, but it turns out he can feel rage and bile? Another reason for Yumin's contempt was that when ordered to get a weapon, Yumin brought two swords. Two whole swords! Unheard of absurdity and stupidity! Everyone started laughing. No one in the Qing era had ever fought with two swords at the same time, it was considered cowardice and stupidity when you try to close yourself from a blow with sharp blades, and in the end you are left without both of your hands. It means that a person simply cannot cope with two swords in such a way that it benefits when defending in battle, and looks at the level. All the clans fought with only one sword in their hand.