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Descendant of Hsiun-Nu
Hideo Yokokawa

Jessica Helen Lopez











After the era of Alexander the Great, in the 2nd century BC, the race called Hsiun-Nu governed the vast territories from Turkestan to Manchuria with its center in Mongolian Plateau. They could live well on coarse foods, disregarding the heat and cold. Once herded together, they invaded furiously the neighboring territories by driving horses, seeking alcohol and women. Where they made a gang, the atmosphere smelled bloody and radiated burning blue phosphorus. They did not have any aim except to massacre and plunder throughout their lives.

Assimilating the mountains, rivers, valleys or air, their sense of smell equaled a dogs', their ears could recognize even the sound of bats and their eyesight was like that of a hawk. They were disolved in the air, and when one of them shivered, the shiver spread immediately to each of them. Their violent and dark group, in which each of them could read a shiver and understand exactly what was happening, could act on it at once. They ran 100 miles overnight, and their horses ran 1,000.

This race, the ancestor of which had originated in the Mongolian Plateau, consisted of a number of communities formed under the absolute patriarchal regime. Having no difficulty in sleeping day or night on the rocky terrain under the sky, they fiercely conducted aggression on others regardless of day or night. Stirring up the great agonized shrieking of the damned, they continued mixing blood with Mongoloids deploying in the east and with Arabians and Aryans in the west.

In the 5th century AC, amongst the Hun as the result of Hsiung-Nu's deploying to the west by mixing blood over and over again, the king Attila, descended from a pure Hsiun-Nu patriarch and a pure Turkish princess made an appearance on the stage of history. In the deep jet black night, breaking out of his mother's womb by his own legs and arms and killing her, Attila accomplished his own birth in a flood
of fresh blood. His face was ugly and bizarre just like the Cro-Magnon and furious enough to make the surrounding cold blooded ferocious soldiers
thoroughly frightened.

Exactly at the same time as Attila was born, 100 newborn babies made their first cries amongst the blood of Hsiun-Nu and Hun scattered in the vast territory from Europe, Mediterranean, Black Sea, Iranian Plateau, Central Asia, China to Manchuria. This was the birth of a huge troop of darkness consisting of clever and strong minds that were united by invisible strings under the Big Dipper.

Leading these 101 souls was a synthesized grand nature like wind, beams from the sun, stars and moon, trees, woods, forests, earth, air or water. They had by nature beastly instinctual abilities to learn from things in nature. Strange, that even though they had no chance to meet with each other, they were all aware that each of them was known to the other 100 souls. Unconsciously, they shared their accumulated knowledge and experiences in the process of their growth.

When Attila established a great empire covering the vast lands from Europe to Asia with its base in Hungary, the other souls scattered independently throughout the territory knew of it as a quite natural occurrence, a matter of course for each one of them, whosoever it might be.

Before long, when Attila confronted the united troops of West Rome and Germany in the battlefield of Kataraunum, the soft wind saying "withdraw moved through the hearts of the 101 souls. It was neither a voice from heaven nor
the voice of gods. It was not the consensus of the 101, still less, it was not the voice of any human. Attila withdrew his troops obeying the calm solemn wind. He was not defeated, but following the strange wind, he withdrew his dauntless troops from the battlefield.

The 101 souls had been well aware that they too were dying . They understood that death was not to be feared but simply inevitable. When Attila breathed his last in the arms of his queen, the other 100 souls living scattered all over the territory also died in the same way and at the same time as Attila. In this way, the 101 souls really suddenly disappeared from this world.

Where did they go all of a sudden?, to heaven, under the ground ?  700 years later Attila and the 100 souls made an appearance in this world once again changing their looks, in the 12th century AC, with the birth of Temjin in the central part of the great Mongolian plain. Temjin Chingis-Haan also lived his life with 100 other souls sharing his life and death, just as Attila had before him.