Mo Qiong finally chose a swift, a bird with a pointed tail. The legend of the Wooden Kite wasn't a joke—it really could fly.
As Mo Qiong's first Wooden Puppet Beast, he had put a great deal of effort into it. He had bought the finest wood and personally designed an wooden body for the swift.
Only wood could be used to power it, but that didn't mean metal couldn't be installed inside the wooden armor. It was like the Wood Puppet Man wearing bronze armor. Metal couldn't be driven directly, but it could be moved by the wood.
Modern mechanics were far more advanced than the ancient Mohists'. Even if he could only use wood, he could still create extremely complicated mechanisms.
Mo Qiong's swift possessed tremendous jumping power, a body perfectly suited for gliding and dashing, and remarkable agility when turning. Its natural weakness was strength.
Mo Qiong didn't care about strength. If he wanted destructive power, wouldn't firearms be better?
Mo Qiong placed greater importance on agility. He wanted the wooden swift to move as easily as his own arm, like his flying sword.
During this period, Master Gou gave Mo Qiong another two days off so that he could say goodbye to his family.
Afterward, he wouldn't have much time to return home. Being assigned missions near his hometown would be a rare stroke of luck.
Master Gou himself hadn't returned home in two years.
Mo Qiong understood. He had already discussed it with his family and told them that he would be working away from home afterward, perhaps not returning for a year or two. His father was quite understanding, though he kept urging Mo Qiong to find a girlfriend.
Mo Qiong said nothing about that. *Maybe I should find a colleague to make do