Chapter 641
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Chapter 641
Just because he had a thousand cuts and punctures throughout his body causing every movement of his body to ache didnt mean Chidi could just take the day off. They still had to move, their destination decided by Captain Tiras. Shutoll was a city a few hundred kilometers distant, less than a week of travel by road and potentially quite a bit more with a whole squad moving in secret.
The location was chosen for being the most likely of the vaguely nearby cities to still remain under the Scarlet Alliances control, based on what they learned from stolen plans and its position. It was their best bet for meeting up with others besides the ephemeral Chikere, who didnt seem to care about the particulars of what cities were under whose control. Most likely, if she wanted to go somewhere she just would, regardless of who technically controlled an area.
Picking out enemy squads had become easier, as long as any of their members carried swords. That was fairly common, as cultivators of certain branches of the Harmonious Citadel tended to stick to their superiors. Thus, with Rakiya present there were many other disciples of the sword. It was also practical to have a mix of different styles, but as far as Chidi was aware they didnt really consider that for squad composition.
When people took the effort to conceal themselves at all, they rarely considered their weapons. Even Velvet hadnt really brought up the topic, which made Chidi wonder what this connection was. Could he gain the same sort of understanding for other weapons? Swords were among the most popular for one to wholeheartedly devote to, so it was likely possible. Though Chidi was unsure if it was possible with more than one weapon at a time. And if it was reasonably possible to achieve, why the majority of Harmonious Citadel cultivators didnt seem to have that connection. Except for the path of light, they were all devoted to a weapon.
Chidi wasnt going to assume that none of the enemy possessed the trait- just that the majority didnt. So he would have to figure out some way to hide his sword. Swords, technically, though the one from his parents was now just a backup. He would get in some training later with Captain Tiras and the others who developed the connection, as they would be able to sense if his attempts to conceal his blade actually proved fruitful.
Where enemy squads didnt have sword cultivators, Chidi could still rely on traditional methods of detection except for sight, of course. Aconite was responsible for that one. Or Ida, soon enough. Or several of the others, if they survived a few more months.
As Chidi walked, the aches and pains in his body reminded him that even if bone, muscles, and organs were only minimally damaged in an assault, there was no way to avoid some sort of injury if a blade went through someone. That should seem obvious, but even when a blade wove through muscle fibers it still strained them even if it did not cut them. The path to recovery was much shorter, but there was a limit to how quickly a body could recover. And though Chidi had a storage of personal medicines, he didnt want to use them carelessly on trivial injuries.
Aconite startled Chidi out of his musings. You know, she softly growled, I dont think you have any basis for denouncing my mithridatism training anymore. Youre getting hurt just as much.
I didnt choose this method, though, Chidi pointed out.
You did, simply by accepting Grandmaster Chikeres offer of training. You knew what it would be like. Meanwhile, I am simply accomplishing my own training through similar methods.
Sure but the point of the training is for me to get better so this doesnt happen to me anymore.
And the point of my training is so it cant happen.
A few moments of silence. Have I been so negative about that? Chidi asked. I just dont like seeing you in pain.
The same with myself, and being in pain. But it is merely the process of growth. A cultivator must choose how much pain they can or should endure along their path of development.
That was basically true. And while Chidi didnt like pain, he also knew it was a valuable experience on its own. And he was quite glad when it was over. But as one of lifes many sensations, it was a part of what he would eventually have to experience. He just wouldnt seek it out, but let it happen organically.nôvel binz was the first platform to present this chapter.
-----
Did you find anything interesting, Sergeant?
The state of natural energy is somewhat lacking here, said the void ant in their sign. And the natives-
What about the natives?
They are perfectly normal individuals who might squash an ant if they saw it. So I remain concealed.
Yeah, that makes sense. What if you were bigger, do you think that would change?
That would compromise my position. And simply make me more of a target.
Alright, well, you can still come with me. The folds of my collar should be safe enough still.
There was no official response to that, but Anishka knew she would likely find an ant waiting by the exit of her room come morning. She wondered if she should get some more friends, since one was significantly older and the other was an ant that didnt want to talk. Not that she personally felt the need for many, but that seemed like too few.
-----
Anton left his most recent location behind, with the important qualifier that several individuals had methods to contact him in case of an emergency. He didnt want to be in a constant state of being used as an emergency contact, but he could manage a couple planets and one system at a time. Ceretos and the Trifold Alliance were just fine without him, though he would obviously not refuse a call for help if they sent one.
He returned on his path towards Inistra, taking a somewhat wandering path with one specific stopover in mind. The planet he wanted to visit was around a cool white star. By moisture quantity it was clearly a desert but it was not lifeless like the intentional devastation of Tenouna and Shrenn.
This place still had not had any real contact with Anton, including telling him its name. That was something he planned to change on this visit. As expected, his approach resulted in people scurrying inside. If he wanted to, Anton could have approached with stealth or sufficient speed to catch them. But both options seemed like they would have negative side effects. So he allowed them to notice him at a great distance, and approached the same settlements. Nobody came out, but this time he left notes. Unless this planet was particularly divergent, they should at least be able to read them.
There was the slight issue that all of his ink and paper were imbued with natural energy to make everything durable, but that was easily circumvented by writing in the dirt. His message was simple. He was a wandering traveler, curious about the place. And he would very much like to know their name. Hopefully they would supply that.
He did as his messages said and moved to a particular part of the wilderness that should seem like a reasonable distance away. He could still sense the various settlements, of course, but he used only the smallest strands of energy to detect changes. People did return outside, and they at least approached the messages.
After one week he returned. Scrawled on the ground next to one of them was a simple answer. Xicil. That had to be the name of the planet, since he wouldnt have received an answer if communication was not possible. The one thing that was noticeably missing was a request to never come back. Perhaps they had not considered that it would do any good, but now Anton had infinitely more connection to the area.
Before he left, he looked over their various crops- mainly succulents and other desert dwelling plants. They were quite well managed, and it made him quite happy to see. Perhaps he could provide them a gift, though he would have to be careful that it would not disrupt the ecology. They had a nice balance at the moment that he didnt want to disrupt.
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Chapter 641
Just because he had a thousand cuts and punctures throughout his body causing every movement of his body to ache didnt mean Chidi could just take the day off. They still had to move, their destination decided by Captain Tiras. Shutoll was a city a few hundred kilometers distant, less than a week of travel by road and potentially quite a bit more with a whole squad moving in secret.
The location was chosen for being the most likely of the vaguely nearby cities to still remain under the Scarlet Alliances control, based on what they learned from stolen plans and its position. It was their best bet for meeting up with others besides the ephemeral Chikere, who didnt seem to care about the particulars of what cities were under whose control. Most likely, if she wanted to go somewhere she just would, regardless of who technically controlled an area.
Picking out enemy squads had become easier, as long as any of their members carried swords. That was fairly common, as cultivators of certain branches of the Harmonious Citadel tended to stick to their superiors. Thus, with Rakiya present there were many other disciples of the sword. It was also practical to have a mix of different styles, but as far as Chidi was aware they didnt really consider that for squad composition.
When people took the effort to conceal themselves at all, they rarely considered their weapons. Even Velvet hadnt really brought up the topic, which made Chidi wonder what this connection was. Could he gain the same sort of understanding for other weapons? Swords were among the most popular for one to wholeheartedly devote to, so it was likely possible. Though Chidi was unsure if it was possible with more than one weapon at a time. And if it was reasonably possible to achieve, why the majority of Harmonious Citadel cultivators didnt seem to have that connection. Except for the path of light, they were all devoted to a weapon.
Chidi wasnt going to assume that none of the enemy possessed the trait- just that the majority didnt. So he would have to figure out some way to hide his sword. Swords, technically, though the one from his parents was now just a backup. He would get in some training later with Captain Tiras and the others who developed the connection, as they would be able to sense if his attempts to conceal his blade actually proved fruitful.
Where enemy squads didnt have sword cultivators, Chidi could still rely on traditional methods of detection except for sight, of course. Aconite was responsible for that one. Or Ida, soon enough. Or several of the others, if they survived a few more months.
As Chidi walked, the aches and pains in his body reminded him that even if bone, muscles, and organs were only minimally damaged in an assault, there was no way to avoid some sort of injury if a blade went through someone. That should seem obvious, but even when a blade wove through muscle fibers it still strained them even if it did not cut them. The path to recovery was much shorter, but there was a limit to how quickly a body could recover. And though Chidi had a storage of personal medicines, he didnt want to use them carelessly on trivial injuries.
Aconite startled Chidi out of his musings. You know, she softly growled, I dont think you have any basis for denouncing my mithridatism training anymore. Youre getting hurt just as much.
I didnt choose this method, though, Chidi pointed out.
You did, simply by accepting Grandmaster Chikeres offer of training. You knew what it would be like. Meanwhile, I am simply accomplishing my own training through similar methods.
Sure but the point of the training is for me to get better so this doesnt happen to me anymore.
And the point of my training is so it cant happen.
A few moments of silence. Have I been so negative about that? Chidi asked. I just dont like seeing you in pain.
The same with myself, and being in pain. But it is merely the process of growth. A cultivator must choose how much pain they can or should endure along their path of development.
That was basically true. And while Chidi didnt like pain, he also knew it was a valuable experience on its own. And he was quite glad when it was over. But as one of lifes many sensations, it was a part of what he would eventually have to experience. He just wouldnt seek it out, but let it happen organically.nôvel binz was the first platform to present this chapter.
-----
Did you find anything interesting, Sergeant?
The state of natural energy is somewhat lacking here, said the void ant in their sign. And the natives-
What about the natives?
They are perfectly normal individuals who might squash an ant if they saw it. So I remain concealed.
Yeah, that makes sense. What if you were bigger, do you think that would change?
That would compromise my position. And simply make me more of a target.
Alright, well, you can still come with me. The folds of my collar should be safe enough still.
There was no official response to that, but Anishka knew she would likely find an ant waiting by the exit of her room come morning. She wondered if she should get some more friends, since one was significantly older and the other was an ant that didnt want to talk. Not that she personally felt the need for many, but that seemed like too few.
-----
Anton left his most recent location behind, with the important qualifier that several individuals had methods to contact him in case of an emergency. He didnt want to be in a constant state of being used as an emergency contact, but he could manage a couple planets and one system at a time. Ceretos and the Trifold Alliance were just fine without him, though he would obviously not refuse a call for help if they sent one.
He returned on his path towards Inistra, taking a somewhat wandering path with one specific stopover in mind. The planet he wanted to visit was around a cool white star. By moisture quantity it was clearly a desert but it was not lifeless like the intentional devastation of Tenouna and Shrenn.
This place still had not had any real contact with Anton, including telling him its name. That was something he planned to change on this visit. As expected, his approach resulted in people scurrying inside. If he wanted to, Anton could have approached with stealth or sufficient speed to catch them. But both options seemed like they would have negative side effects. So he allowed them to notice him at a great distance, and approached the same settlements. Nobody came out, but this time he left notes. Unless this planet was particularly divergent, they should at least be able to read them.
There was the slight issue that all of his ink and paper were imbued with natural energy to make everything durable, but that was easily circumvented by writing in the dirt. His message was simple. He was a wandering traveler, curious about the place. And he would very much like to know their name. Hopefully they would supply that.
He did as his messages said and moved to a particular part of the wilderness that should seem like a reasonable distance away. He could still sense the various settlements, of course, but he used only the smallest strands of energy to detect changes. People did return outside, and they at least approached the messages.
After one week he returned. Scrawled on the ground next to one of them was a simple answer. Xicil. That had to be the name of the planet, since he wouldnt have received an answer if communication was not possible. The one thing that was noticeably missing was a request to never come back. Perhaps they had not considered that it would do any good, but now Anton had infinitely more connection to the area.
Before he left, he looked over their various crops- mainly succulents and other desert dwelling plants. They were quite well managed, and it made him quite happy to see. Perhaps he could provide them a gift, though he would have to be careful that it would not disrupt the ecology. They had a nice balance at the moment that he didnt want to disrupt.
Chapter 641Just because he had a thousand cuts and punctures throughout his body causing every movement of his body to ache didnt mean Chidi could just take the day off. They still had to move, their destination decided by Captain Tiras. Shutoll was a city a few hundred kilometers distant, less than a week of travel by road and potentially quite a bit more with a whole squad moving in secret. The location was chosen for being the most likely of the vaguely nearby cities to still remain under the Scarlet Alliances control, based on what they learned from stolen plans and its position. It was their best bet for meeting up with others besides the ephemeral Chikere, who didnt seem to care about the particulars of what cities were under whose control. Most likely, if she wanted to go somewhere she just would, regardless of who technically controlled an area.Picking out enemy squads had become easier, as long as any of their members carried swords. That was fairly common, as cultivators of certain branches of the Harmonious Citadel tended to stick to their superiors. Thus, with Rakiya present there were many other disciples of the sword. It was also practical to have a mix of different styles, but as far as Chidi was aware they didnt really consider that for squad composition.When people took the effort to conceal themselves at all, they rarely considered their weapons. Even Velvet hadnt really brought up the topic, which made Chidi wonder what this connection was. Could he gain the same sort of understanding for other weapons? Swords were among the most popular for one to wholeheartedly devote to, so it was likely possible. Though Chidi was unsure if it was possible with more than one weapon at a time. And if it was reasonably possible to achieve, why the majority of Harmonious Citadel cultivators didnt seem to have that connection. Except for the path of light, they were all devoted to a weapon.Chidi wasnt going to assume that none of the enemy possessed the trait- just that the majority didnt. So he would have to figure out some way to hide his sword. Swords, technically, though the one from his parents was now just a backup. He would get in some training later with Captain Tiras and the others who developed the connection, as they would be able to sense if his attempts to conceal his blade actually proved fruitful.Where enemy squads didnt have sword cultivators, Chidi could still rely on traditional methods of detection except for sight, of course. Aconite was responsible for that one. Or Ida, soon enough. Or several of the others, if they survived a few more months.As Chidi walked, the aches and pains in his body reminded him that even if bone, muscles, and organs were only minimally damaged in an assault, there was no way to avoid some sort of injury if a blade went through someone. That should seem obvious, but even when a blade wove through muscle fibers it still strained them even if it did not cut them. The path to recovery was much shorter, but there was a limit to how quickly a body could recover. And though Chidi had a storage of personal medicines, he didnt want to use them carelessly on trivial injuries.Aconite startled Chidi out of his musings. You know, she softly growled, I dont think you have any basis for denouncing my mithridatism training anymore. Youre getting hurt just as much.I didnt choose this method, though, Chidi pointed out.You did, simply by accepting Grandmaster Chikeres offer of training. You knew what it would be like. Meanwhile, I am simply accomplishing my own training through similar methods.Sure but the point of the training is for me to get better so this doesnt happen to me anymore.And the point of my training is so it cant happen.A few moments of silence. Have I been so negative about that? Chidi asked. I just dont like seeing you in pain.The same with myself, and being in pain. But it is merely the process of growth. A cultivator must choose how much pain they can or should endure along their path of development.That was basically true. And while Chidi didnt like pain, he also knew it was a valuable experience on its own. And he was quite glad when it was over. But as one of lifes many sensations, it was a part of what he would eventually have to experience. He just wouldnt seek it out, but let it happen organically.novel binz was the first platform to present this chapter.-----Did you find anything interesting, Sergeant?The state of natural energy is somewhat lacking here, said the void ant in their sign. And the natives-What about the natives?They are perfectly normal individuals who might squash an ant if they saw it. So I remain concealed.Yeah, that makes sense. What if you were bigger, do you think that would change?That would compromise my position. And simply make me more of a target.Alright, well, you can still come with me. The folds of my collar should be safe enough still.There was no official response to that, but Anishka knew she would likely find an ant waiting by the exit of her room come morning. She wondered if she should get some more friends, since one was significantly older and the other was an ant that didnt want to talk. Not that she personally felt the need for many, but that seemed like too few.-----Anton left his most recent location behind, with the important qualifier that several individuals had methods to contact him in case of an emergency. He didnt want to be in a constant state of being used as an emergency contact, but he could manage a couple planets and one system at a time. Ceretos and the Trifold Alliance were just fine without him, though he would obviously not refuse a call for help if they sent one.He returned on his path towards Inistra, taking a somewhat wandering path with one specific stopover in mind. The planet he wanted to visit was around a cool white star. By moisture quantity it was clearly a desert but it was not lifeless like the intentional devastation of Tenouna and Shrenn. This place still had not had any real contact with Anton, including telling him its name. That was something he planned to change on this visit. As expected, his approach resulted in people scurrying inside. If he wanted to, Anton could have approached with stealth or sufficient speed to catch them. But both options seemed like they would have negative side effects. So he allowed them to notice him at a great distance, and approached the same settlements. Nobody came out, but this time he left notes. Unless this planet was particularly divergent, they should at least be able to read them. There was the slight issue that all of his ink and paper were imbued with natural energy to make everything durable, but that was easily circumvented by writing in the dirt. His message was simple. He was a wandering traveler, curious about the place. And he would very much like to know their name. Hopefully they would supply that.He did as his messages said and moved to a particular part of the wilderness that should seem like a reasonable distance away. He could still sense the various settlements, of course, but he used only the smallest strands of energy to detect changes. People did return outside, and they at least approached the messages.After one week he returned. Scrawled on the ground next to one of them was a simple answer. Xicil. That had to be the name of the planet, since he wouldnt have received an answer if communication was not possible. The one thing that was noticeably missing was a request to never come back. Perhaps they had not considered that it would do any good, but now Anton had infinitely more connection to the area. Before he left, he looked over their various crops- mainly succulents and other desert dwelling plants. They were quite well managed, and it made him quite happy to see. Perhaps he could provide them a gift, though he would have to be careful that it would not disrupt the ecology. They had a nice balance at the moment that he didnt want to disrupt.
