Juyin Kwado Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Juyin Kwado Complete Hausa Novel 
There is nothing going on anywhere but the noise and the shouting, and the sound of chopping and clashing swords. And no matter where the blood is pouring... He was standing in the middle of this battle, he saw a warrior who came running and swam his head, holding a very sharp sword in his hand, and brought him a knife with it...
 
 The coming of sword fighting in his mind was the same as the coming of his opponent's sword fighting in the middle of the MK fencing academy's sword training hall. He opened his eyes in the heat of the flesh, and then he decided to avoid criticizing the game sword. Full of skill and he used his own sword to attack his friend, the attack that he managed to take him down, that's why he became the champion of the game, because he won!.
 
 The teachers and students of the sword game joined him in applauding him, so he turned his head and began to follow them one by one, slowly exhaling, because this dream that he used to have two eyes on today also separated him, he lost what that his relationship with this battle that he often dreams of with two eyes or in his sleep. He doesn't think he's ever gone a week without dreaming of this war, what a horror to mankind.
 
 He knows that he was not born in the century when the war was fought, but he also lost the reason why the war always divides his life. His hand reached out and touched the white glasses that he never parted with all the time, because he was suffering from blindness, which he was born with. If money provides health, he assured his father, Sayid Iqbal Alhadi, he will increase all the wealth he owns to improve his eye health.
 
 But since he was a child, he was struggling to find a medicine that would cure his eye until now, when he is thirty-one years old, it is not appropriate. He was patient and the medicine was allowed, he continued to use the glasses that only with their help he can see what God has allowed him to see.
 
 "We are celebrating winning this competition Arman! Good luck!”
 
 The words of one of the teachers who teach them swordplay in Arabic. While handing him the award reserved for the champion who won this competition among the students of the school. He accepted the award with both hands, then he smiled and said.
 
 "Thanks"
 
 He turned and looked at his friends who he was teaching the game with, he raised the award to them, they applauded even the shouters, he was just smiling, until he came down from the stage of the game. He went to the changing room in the hall, where he entered the room and changed the fencing that was on his body, and put back the things he brought with him. That is a black plain hoodie, which he put a red bomber jacket on top, and blue jeans and his black canvas.
 
 Then he went to his backpack and opened it and put the award that was given to him, before he took his phone inside, he opened it hoping to see the missed call of his friend ADAM, but there was no sign of him calling, so he hesitated and opened the phone he found his number and called him again, for the first time that day, he was calling his phone even before he joined the fencing class.