Chapter 691
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Chapter 691
Most of those at the gates had died at Chikeres hands, which made Rakiyas job easier. A few strays had to be cleaned up to keep the narrative safe, of course. Losing Life Transformation cultivators was unfortunate, but they were ultimately replaceable. Except, not at the current moment.
The saints werent exactly sending an abundance of disciples to Yaitis. They shouldnt have to. It wasnt so important that anyone should defend it so vigorously, but Rakiya had found the process of conquering more difficult than expected. It should have been done years before, but after the initial wave of victories the remaining land was held onto tightly by the foolish others.
She had driven away Chikere. That much of the story was basically true, though it concerned her how that bandit had somehow strengthened after their confrontation. She ended up with Grandmaster Smith Sadiqs tournament prize and his services for their group. The two had been equally matched, but now Chikere had a strange arm. Perhaps that was it. Rakiya had found no method to properly replace her arm. That had to be it.
Rakiya furrowed her brow, which brought to mind a sharp pain. She looked in the mirror and saw the nick in her eyebrow. A thin slice, but it refused to properly heal. It was trivial. Nothing more than an annoyance. Except for how she had gotten it. But if pressed, she would say it was Chikere coming out on top of her. That was better than the alternative.
-----
When Varghese had dismissed the disciples, Anton revealed himself. Sect head Anton! the young man bowed his head. It is good to see you again.
And you as well, Anton said.
You feel different.
Weaker, you mean?
No, I Varghese frowned. Just different.This chapter made its debut appearance via N0v3lB1n.
Strange, since I have regressed one star, Anton said.
Is that possible? Varghese asked.
I am quite content that the consequences were merely this, Anton shook his head. But I dont intend to discuss the details right now.
Very well, Varghese nodded. We have made great strides in the last year. But
Is Essence Collection not sufficient for you, now?
I have barely dipped my toes into it, he said. And the Twin Soul Sect still has many powerful members, and influence among other sects.
Anton nodded, It will likely take some time. Tell me, do you want me to remove them myself?
Something about the way you said that makes me believe you think it a poor idea. But every moment they remain, they continue to cause harm.
Anton sighed. It was not an unreasonable position to take. And he really didnt like arguing on the side of innocent deaths. Let us say they all died suddenly. What about the sects they influence?
Well, one would hope that they reformed their ways. Or perished along with them, Varghese said.
So they are completely annihilated, Anton continued. What, then, happens to Inistra?
-----
At first, Velvet wondered why the information was secret. It seemed that unlike the others, the saint of light was indeed the first saint in his position. As far as she could tell, the individual known as Hans Sigismund had always been the saint of light. Or at least the person who would obtain that position.
But there were odd discrepancies. Nothing terribly obvious. Some of the records mentioned him discovering a new branch of the Glorious Harmony Technique. A great genius. And indeed, Velvet had no reason to doubt that. But it was odd that no other practitioners had taken that path and it seemed so divergent from others.
Especially considering how strict they were. For instance, Vari used no weapons so she was deemed unfit, despite her obvious ability. Surely she had the merit to say shed developed an unarmed branch of the technique. Except, of course, shed been predetermined to not matter. Perhaps it was the split between the Holy and Glorious techniques, the subservient and dominant versions.
But a weaponless version fit more closely with the weapon forms than light. It was a true oddity. Yet it had been accepted. Then again, the man was quite exceptional. So maybe the practicality had overwhelmed their stubbornness. A whole new branch, and a powerful individual that became their leader. Simply pretending things had always been that way from that point on was a difficult task, but over however many centuries it had been accepted. Either disciples were so deep into the system to accept it as necessary, or they would have died of age several times over. She just wished she could figure out exactly how long it had been.
Perhaps now was a good time to leave. Others might do better at interpreting this information, find something she missed. Or maybe that was all there was to it. It would still be an embarrassing secret to admit, another crack in their facade.
-----
Sometimes, Chidi would pick up two swords. Or if he was feeling particularly ambitious, he would gather a large number of them and have them dance around him. But regardless of which choice he made, he never felt that he would be any more effective than simply wielding one blade.
His training with the swordmaster had instilled in him a desire for fine blades- but unlike her, he was uninterested in having a collection. Or a set. A second sword for him was like her two hundredth sword. A backup, able to be given away freely and without regret.
The problem wasnt keeping track of the blades or moving them. Those were both well within his capabilities. His awareness allowed him to multitask freely. Yet every time, something felt off. Chikere seemed to understand this, and never pressed him to use more weapons. Shed never indicated he was lacking anything, either. Nor was she the type to keep techniques secret.
No, it just didnt fit him. He didnt quite understand it, but it just felt off. Too many weapons broke the flow. The flow of what, he wasnt entirely certain. His use of energy didnt actually fall apart. With practice, he could be nearly as competent as he was now with either style. But that was the problem. Both the nearly part, and the as he was now part.
Because he felt like he should be more. Which was ambitious and possibly arrogant, considering hed survived a strike or two from an Integration cultivator. But he wasnt just overestimating himself or trying to push too far. He really felt like there was something more that would help him significantly improve, if he could just figure it out. The flow, as it were.
Without Chikere around to question, he could only speak to his more regular friends and allies. He thought he might have to ask Major Sibylla for advice, even though she didnt use the sword. However, his first efforts were met with something like success.
The flow? Aconite asked. Like, the flow of energy?
Yes, Chidi nodded. Theres something there.
Youre the one who talks about it all the time, Aconite barked in response.
I literally just brought it up for the first time, Chidi said.
Not true. You always talk about it.
When? Chidi asked. Did he have amnesia, somehow? How would he know?
Any time youre fiddling around with things, Aconite replied. You say ah yes, the flow here and here will make this happen. And then? Barrier. Or whatever youre doing with formations.
Well, that was true. Though it had been some time since he actually got to mess around with formations. Aside from dismantling the specimens creating the communications blocking barriers, he hadnt interacted with any in years. He didnt exactly have access to the plentiful resources he had back at home. But maybe he should look into that, to see if it sparked something.
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Chapter 691
Most of those at the gates had died at Chikeres hands, which made Rakiyas job easier. A few strays had to be cleaned up to keep the narrative safe, of course. Losing Life Transformation cultivators was unfortunate, but they were ultimately replaceable. Except, not at the current moment.
The saints werent exactly sending an abundance of disciples to Yaitis. They shouldnt have to. It wasnt so important that anyone should defend it so vigorously, but Rakiya had found the process of conquering more difficult than expected. It should have been done years before, but after the initial wave of victories the remaining land was held onto tightly by the foolish others.
She had driven away Chikere. That much of the story was basically true, though it concerned her how that bandit had somehow strengthened after their confrontation. She ended up with Grandmaster Smith Sadiqs tournament prize and his services for their group. The two had been equally matched, but now Chikere had a strange arm. Perhaps that was it. Rakiya had found no method to properly replace her arm. That had to be it.
Rakiya furrowed her brow, which brought to mind a sharp pain. She looked in the mirror and saw the nick in her eyebrow. A thin slice, but it refused to properly heal. It was trivial. Nothing more than an annoyance. Except for how she had gotten it. But if pressed, she would say it was Chikere coming out on top of her. That was better than the alternative.
-----
When Varghese had dismissed the disciples, Anton revealed himself. Sect head Anton! the young man bowed his head. It is good to see you again.
And you as well, Anton said.
You feel different.
Weaker, you mean?
No, I Varghese frowned. Just different.This chapter made its debut appearance via N0v3lB1n.
Strange, since I have regressed one star, Anton said.
Is that possible? Varghese asked.
I am quite content that the consequences were merely this, Anton shook his head. But I dont intend to discuss the details right now.
Very well, Varghese nodded. We have made great strides in the last year. But
Is Essence Collection not sufficient for you, now?
I have barely dipped my toes into it, he said. And the Twin Soul Sect still has many powerful members, and influence among other sects.
Anton nodded, It will likely take some time. Tell me, do you want me to remove them myself?
Something about the way you said that makes me believe you think it a poor idea. But every moment they remain, they continue to cause harm.
Anton sighed. It was not an unreasonable position to take. And he really didnt like arguing on the side of innocent deaths. Let us say they all died suddenly. What about the sects they influence?
Well, one would hope that they reformed their ways. Or perished along with them, Varghese said.
So they are completely annihilated, Anton continued. What, then, happens to Inistra?
-----
At first, Velvet wondered why the information was secret. It seemed that unlike the others, the saint of light was indeed the first saint in his position. As far as she could tell, the individual known as Hans Sigismund had always been the saint of light. Or at least the person who would obtain that position.
But there were odd discrepancies. Nothing terribly obvious. Some of the records mentioned him discovering a new branch of the Glorious Harmony Technique. A great genius. And indeed, Velvet had no reason to doubt that. But it was odd that no other practitioners had taken that path and it seemed so divergent from others.
Especially considering how strict they were. For instance, Vari used no weapons so she was deemed unfit, despite her obvious ability. Surely she had the merit to say shed developed an unarmed branch of the technique. Except, of course, shed been predetermined to not matter. Perhaps it was the split between the Holy and Glorious techniques, the subservient and dominant versions.
But a weaponless version fit more closely with the weapon forms than light. It was a true oddity. Yet it had been accepted. Then again, the man was quite exceptional. So maybe the practicality had overwhelmed their stubbornness. A whole new branch, and a powerful individual that became their leader. Simply pretending things had always been that way from that point on was a difficult task, but over however many centuries it had been accepted. Either disciples were so deep into the system to accept it as necessary, or they would have died of age several times over. She just wished she could figure out exactly how long it had been.
Perhaps now was a good time to leave. Others might do better at interpreting this information, find something she missed. Or maybe that was all there was to it. It would still be an embarrassing secret to admit, another crack in their facade.
-----
Sometimes, Chidi would pick up two swords. Or if he was feeling particularly ambitious, he would gather a large number of them and have them dance around him. But regardless of which choice he made, he never felt that he would be any more effective than simply wielding one blade.
His training with the swordmaster had instilled in him a desire for fine blades- but unlike her, he was uninterested in having a collection. Or a set. A second sword for him was like her two hundredth sword. A backup, able to be given away freely and without regret.
The problem wasnt keeping track of the blades or moving them. Those were both well within his capabilities. His awareness allowed him to multitask freely. Yet every time, something felt off. Chikere seemed to understand this, and never pressed him to use more weapons. Shed never indicated he was lacking anything, either. Nor was she the type to keep techniques secret.
No, it just didnt fit him. He didnt quite understand it, but it just felt off. Too many weapons broke the flow. The flow of what, he wasnt entirely certain. His use of energy didnt actually fall apart. With practice, he could be nearly as competent as he was now with either style. But that was the problem. Both the nearly part, and the as he was now part.
Because he felt like he should be more. Which was ambitious and possibly arrogant, considering hed survived a strike or two from an Integration cultivator. But he wasnt just overestimating himself or trying to push too far. He really felt like there was something more that would help him significantly improve, if he could just figure it out. The flow, as it were.
Without Chikere around to question, he could only speak to his more regular friends and allies. He thought he might have to ask Major Sibylla for advice, even though she didnt use the sword. However, his first efforts were met with something like success.
The flow? Aconite asked. Like, the flow of energy?
Yes, Chidi nodded. Theres something there.
Youre the one who talks about it all the time, Aconite barked in response.
I literally just brought it up for the first time, Chidi said.
Not true. You always talk about it.
When? Chidi asked. Did he have amnesia, somehow? How would he know?
Any time youre fiddling around with things, Aconite replied. You say ah yes, the flow here and here will make this happen. And then? Barrier. Or whatever youre doing with formations.
Well, that was true. Though it had been some time since he actually got to mess around with formations. Aside from dismantling the specimens creating the communications blocking barriers, he hadnt interacted with any in years. He didnt exactly have access to the plentiful resources he had back at home. But maybe he should look into that, to see if it sparked something.
Chapter 691Most of those at the gates had died at Chikeres hands, which made Rakiyas job easier. A few strays had to be cleaned up to keep the narrative safe, of course. Losing Life Transformation cultivators was unfortunate, but they were ultimately replaceable. Except, not at the current moment.The saints werent exactly sending an abundance of disciples to Yaitis. They shouldnt have to. It wasnt so important that anyone should defend it so vigorously, but Rakiya had found the process of conquering more difficult than expected. It should have been done years before, but after the initial wave of victories the remaining land was held onto tightly by the foolish others. She had driven away Chikere. That much of the story was basically true, though it concerned her how that bandit had somehow strengthened after their confrontation. She ended up with Grandmaster Smith Sadiqs tournament prize and his services for their group. The two had been equally matched, but now Chikere had a strange arm. Perhaps that was it. Rakiya had found no method to properly replace her arm. That had to be it.Rakiya furrowed her brow, which brought to mind a sharp pain. She looked in the mirror and saw the nick in her eyebrow. A thin slice, but it refused to properly heal. It was trivial. Nothing more than an annoyance. Except for how she had gotten it. But if pressed, she would say it was Chikere coming out on top of her. That was better than the alternative.-----When Varghese had dismissed the disciples, Anton revealed himself. Sect head Anton! the young man bowed his head. It is good to see you again.And you as well, Anton said.You feel different.Weaker, you mean?No, I Varghese frowned. Just different.This chapter made its debut appearance via N0v3lB1n.Strange, since I have regressed one star, Anton said. Is that possible? Varghese asked.I am quite content that the consequences were merely this, Anton shook his head. But I dont intend to discuss the details right now.Very well, Varghese nodded. We have made great strides in the last year. ButIs Essence Collection not sufficient for you, now?I have barely dipped my toes into it, he said. And the Twin Soul Sect still has many powerful members, and influence among other sects.Anton nodded, It will likely take some time. Tell me, do you want me to remove them myself?Something about the way you said that makes me believe you think it a poor idea. But every moment they remain, they continue to cause harm.Anton sighed. It was not an unreasonable position to take. And he really didnt like arguing on the side of innocent deaths. Let us say they all died suddenly. What about the sects they influence?Well, one would hope that they reformed their ways. Or perished along with them, Varghese said.So they are completely annihilated, Anton continued. What, then, happens to Inistra?-----At first, Velvet wondered why the information was secret. It seemed that unlike the others, the saint of light was indeed the first saint in his position. As far as she could tell, the individual known as Hans Sigismund had always been the saint of light. Or at least the person who would obtain that position. But there were odd discrepancies. Nothing terribly obvious. Some of the records mentioned him discovering a new branch of the Glorious Harmony Technique. A great genius. And indeed, Velvet had no reason to doubt that. But it was odd that no other practitioners had taken that path and it seemed so divergent from others.Especially considering how strict they were. For instance, Vari used no weapons so she was deemed unfit, despite her obvious ability. Surely she had the merit to say shed developed an unarmed branch of the technique. Except, of course, shed been predetermined to not matter. Perhaps it was the split between the Holy and Glorious techniques, the subservient and dominant versions.But a weaponless version fit more closely with the weapon forms than light. It was a true oddity. Yet it had been accepted. Then again, the man was quite exceptional. So maybe the practicality had overwhelmed their stubbornness. A whole new branch, and a powerful individual that became their leader. Simply pretending things had always been that way from that point on was a difficult task, but over however many centuries it had been accepted. Either disciples were so deep into the system to accept it as necessary, or they would have died of age several times over. She just wished she could figure out exactly how long it had been. Perhaps now was a good time to leave. Others might do better at interpreting this information, find something she missed. Or maybe that was all there was to it. It would still be an embarrassing secret to admit, another crack in their facade.-----Sometimes, Chidi would pick up two swords. Or if he was feeling particularly ambitious, he would gather a large number of them and have them dance around him. But regardless of which choice he made, he never felt that he would be any more effective than simply wielding one blade. His training with the swordmaster had instilled in him a desire for fine blades- but unlike her, he was uninterested in having a collection. Or a set. A second sword for him was like her two hundredth sword. A backup, able to be given away freely and without regret. The problem wasnt keeping track of the blades or moving them. Those were both well within his capabilities. His awareness allowed him to multitask freely. Yet every time, something felt off. Chikere seemed to understand this, and never pressed him to use more weapons. Shed never indicated he was lacking anything, either. Nor was she the type to keep techniques secret.No, it just didnt fit him. He didnt quite understand it, but it just felt off. Too many weapons broke the flow. The flow of what, he wasnt entirely certain. His use of energy didnt actually fall apart. With practice, he could be nearly as competent as he was now with either style. But that was the problem. Both the nearly part, and the as he was now part.Because he felt like he should be more. Which was ambitious and possibly arrogant, considering hed survived a strike or two from an Integration cultivator. But he wasnt just overestimating himself or trying to push too far. He really felt like there was something more that would help him significantly improve, if he could just figure it out. The flow, as it were. Without Chikere around to question, he could only speak to his more regular friends and allies. He thought he might have to ask Major Sibylla for advice, even though she didnt use the sword. However, his first efforts were met with something like success.The flow? Aconite asked. Like, the flow of energy?Yes, Chidi nodded. Theres something there.Youre the one who talks about it all the time, Aconite barked in response.I literally just brought it up for the first time, Chidi said.Not true. You always talk about it.When? Chidi asked. Did he have amnesia, somehow? How would he know?Any time youre fiddling around with things, Aconite replied. You say ah yes, the flow here and here will make this happen. And then? Barrier. Or whatever youre doing with formations.Well, that was true. Though it had been some time since he actually got to mess around with formations. Aside from dismantling the specimens creating the communications blocking barriers, he hadnt interacted with any in years. He didnt exactly have access to the plentiful resources he had back at home. But maybe he should look into that, to see if it sparked something.
