Chapter 260
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Chapter 260
After absconding from Yo Lings island with a veritable fortune, Zian committed every spare moment towards exercise, training, and study. For the first time in his life, he regretted all the hours and coin wasted on dalliances with serving girls and merchant's daughters. All his life, hed considered himself a genius among geniuses, ahead of his peers at every step of the journey, but the events in and around Sanshu had shown just how little his genius mattered in the grand scheme of things, a notion he found... distressing. All his superiority amounted to nothing when matched against Defiled peasants, his seven duels against the nameless champions opening his eyes to how high the heavens truly were.
This line of thinking brought him here, waiting outside Rains large, leather-lined tent for the ninth day in a row. Bundled from head to toe in his warmest winter clothes, the chill winds cut straight to the bone, leaving him cold and miserable as he cursed Lady Sumilas inability to keep to a proper schedule, coming every afternoon to feed Rains birds. It was the height of absurdity, asking a fair damsel like Sumila to carry out a servants duty and Zian had half a mind to publicly condemn the ignorant savage for mistreating a wonderful woman like her. Possessing overwhelming speed and staggering strength, Sumila was a grand talent and the perfect sparring partner, not to mention the formidable slave at her side Zian had yet to test. To be betrothed to such an incredible woman and have her carrying out his chores, Rain was blessed beyond all measure.
Unfortunately, though Zian sought to test the fair maidens skills, Lady Sumila was being difficult, to put it lightly. Ignoring her erratic schedule and surly demeanour, when he first tracked her down and requested a spar, she immediately set out for a public venue despite his intentions to carry out their spar in a more private setting. Since hed only brought the one carriage, he thought maybe his admittedly salacious past made her leery of being in close quarters with him. Therefore, the next day he brought two carriages and invited the slave along, even making sure the driver and servants were all women. This too was ignored. Thinking her decision could have been made in ignorance, the third day he gave orders to leave the carriages waiting in full view, almost obstructing the path into this ring of tents. Once again, his preparations went ignored and Zian was left with no choice but to admit the harsh truth he so wished to deny: Sumila sought to bolster her name by trampling over his own.
For a brief, infinitesimally fleeting moment, Zian considered going along with her plan. Sumila, Daughter of Akanai was a formidable talent, having shown herself to be more than his match in single combat. Were it not for his Aura and her noble refusal to seek outside help defending against it, Zian would have tasted defeat in every single one of their matches. The thought of leaving such a peerless paragon of skill and virtue languishing in obscurity offended his sensibilities, almost an act of sacrilege in a nation which valued strength above all else. What harm could there be in allowing her a single, inconsequential victory?
After his short bout with insanity, Zian quickly returned to his senses. In these times of trouble, the last thing Uncle Yang needed was to learn of his nephew's second defeat at the hands of yet another nameless tribal savage. The Situ Clan and Society could not afford to lose face right now, especially not to the Bekhai. In light of this, Zian steeled his resolve. Since the other party refused to give face, why should he? Thus, he had Jukai announce his victory at the end of each spar, making sure everyone at the Wall learned of his victory over Sumila, Daughter of Akanai. Although the commoners spoke only of her loss, to even be mentioned in the same breath alongside Situ Jia Zian was a feat worthy of praise. Whats more, he believed the public nature of her losses would make her reconsider sparring in a public venue, leaving his twin carriages waiting in plain sight.
It was the perfect solution to a delicate problem, but Zian had overlooked one important fact: The Bekhai rarely behaved in a rational, conventional manner. Each day, after feeding Rains birds, Sumila would lead him to the same public stage and each day, he found himself surprised by her strength as she attempted to overwhelm him before he brought his Aura to bear. After his humiliating defeat at Rains hands, Zian thought Baatar was blowing hot air when he claimed Rain wasnt the strongest youth of the Bekhai, but now he knew better. Whether it be skill or talent, Sumila was far superior to Rain. If she were also to Condense her Aura at the age of eighteen, then the title of number one talent in the North would undoubtedly be hers.
After the first two spars, the soldiers took notice and did as soldiers were wont to do; they gathered in droves to gamble on the outcome. By itself, this meant little to Zian, but when he noticed the terms of their bets, his mood turned dark. Not one of the gambling dens offered odds on who would win the match, since only a fool would put coin on a seventeen year old girl besting the former number one talent in the North, especially since he was now twenty five years old. No, instead, they offered odds on how many exchanges would take place in their match. A lucrative decision since this stacked the odds in favour of the house, but their signs filled him with bitter shame and embarrassment, for written upon their signboards was Number of exchanges before the match ends.
Not number of exchanges before Situ Jia Zian wins.
A trifling distinction, but one which made all the difference in the world. While the details might be lost on the general population, how could these veteran soldiers not recognize the truth on display before them? Zians victories were a farce, any idiot with even a smidgen of skill could see Sumila held the upper hand in each of their spars. In their first match, Zian held out for thirty-seven exchanges before unleashing his Aura to avoid a loss at Sumilas hands. In the eyes of these soldiers, this was no spar but simply the old bullying the weak, a dishonourable and disreputable act.
Perhaps it was time to put an end to these little spars. Uncle Yang disapproved of them and even Jukai voiced his objections after Sumilas latest monumental display of strength, overpowering Zian in a mere three exchanges. Since she repeatedly refused his gestures of good faith, why should he continue to make a mockery of his good name? He was Situ Jia Zian, a man on the cusp of forming his Natal Palace which is what he should be focusing on. This next step on the Martial Path was pivotal to his future success, far more important than a frivolous match against a slovenly, discourteous, habitually tardy, temperamental young maiden, especially one already betrothed to another.
Yes, ending these spars was the right decision, so after today, he would wash his hands of it all. It had nothing to do with her tear-filled eyes glaring at him after her latest defeat, so full of hatred and vitriol it pierced through the deepest, darkest corners of his soul.
Rainy!
A shrill, energetic voice interrupted Zians introspection and he glanced up to see a white-haired half-goat girl of six or seven years emerging from Rains tent, accompanied by a trio of roosequin pups. Arriving on foot, Rain caught the girl in his arms and twirled her about, laughing as she shrieked in delight. Why was he here? Unlike Sumila, Rain kept to a rigorous schedule, leaving in the early morning for his mountain training camp and returning long after sunset, diligence one of his few redeemable attributes. Accepting that his spars with Sumila were now at an end, Zian lamented the wasted time and stepped forward to greet Rain as manners demanded, intending to leave immediately afterwards to find a new sparring partner. Before he could speak, Rain's fat, over-sized mount placed itself between Zian and the pups, snarling as it was joined by two other fully-grown roosequins. Eyeing their curled lips and sharp teeth, Zian took a step back, unwilling to tangle with creatures protecting their young. While he could easily deal with them using his Aura, sometimes animals reacted... unpredictably when threatened. While waiting for Rain to diffuse this delicate situation, his fury rose to new levels as the damned savage glanced over before ignoring him completely.
If only he hadnt given Jukai permission to wait in the carriage. The old man was probably too busy flirting with the serving girls to notice Zians plight, an amorous fellow despite his advanced age. Zian could only grin and bear this insult, adding it to his growing tally of grievances.
Hateful and conniving as he was, Rain was beloved by children, peasants, and dumb animals alike, all easily beguiled by his phony virtuous and moralistic platitudes. His act wasnt fooling Zian, hed seen the look in Rains eyes as he spewed hateful rhetoric and despicable threats during their duel. No matter how much he hid or denied it, Rain was and would always be a killer, one who revelled in conflict and bloodshed. His lust and lechery were a matter of fact, betrothed to two women and now apparently setting his sights on a third. By the Mother, the beast had no qualms, even keeping such a tender young child in his tent to warm his bed. Such sin and depravity, Sumila deserved better than this.
Hello Tali my sweetling. Placing her down, he put his hands on his hips in a show of mock rebuke, chiding the little girl. Now, delighted as I am to see you, what are you doing lazing about? Shouldnt you be out training right now?
Avoiding the question, the child tugged on Rains pant leg and pointed into the tent. Papa and me made treats this morning, lets make tea and eat them, ya?
Pinching her cheek, Rain crouched down and turned the child to face him. Tali, you cant keep slacking off. You should work hard like Tate. Training might not be fun, but you have to keep practising.
Drinking his tea in silence, Zian nibbled at the provided snacks and complimented Talis culinary skills. It wasnt even a lie, the pastries were delicious, albeit too sweet for his tastes and a little misshapen. Regardless, his appetite fled at the sight of Rain drinking cup after cup of buttered tea, a travesty to both butter and tea alike.
After sending the children away and returning the birds to their cage, Rain refilled the teapot and left it to steep, patting his wildcats head as it grumbled in delight. So, Rain began, his eyes twinkling and bright. I hear youve been sparring with Mila this past week. Eight matches and eight victories, how incredible. Young Magistrate Zian is truly a dragon among men. His sarcastic tone left little to interpretation, but before Zian could reply, Rain asked, Do you always bring two carriages everywhere you go?
Oh good, the idiot noticed Zians intentions. I arranged the second carriage for Lady Sumila after our first spar, although my efforts have thus far been ignored.
How kind of you, but my guess is your efforts werent ignored, only overlooked. Shrugging, Rain added, Mila is a smart girl, but incredibly stubborn. Once she makes up her mind theres no changing it, no matter what else she sees. I thought something was off when she talked about your spars, but I didnt connect the dots until I saw both carriages.
What dots and what connections? After failing to puzzle through Rains words, Zian merely nodded and sipped his tea. Once it became clear Rain wouldnt speak first, he asked, Lady Sumila misjudged my intentions?
That depends. What are your intentions?
Zian didnt dignify him with a response. All he wanted was to test himself against Lady Sumilas skills, he harboured no other improper or indecent motives for seeking her out.
...
Right. And tomorrow morning, the sun would rise in the west.
I noticed something strange on our journey here, Rain said, gulping down yet another cupful of buttered tea. When you spar with Jukai, no one loses. You both draw your weapons and go at each other, but it always ends the same way, with you breathless, yet still standing. I dont get it.
Is that so? As if. He clearly knew Jukai was holding back to give Zian face.
It is. I mean, why keep training with a man who obviously wants you dead? Ignoring Zians surprise, Rain continued speaking. I cant think of any other reason for Jukai to go easy on you. Is face really more important than preserving your life? A single defeat can teach you more than a thousand victories, and Ive been defeated more times than I can count. Smirking, he added, Many of those defeats were at Milas hands.
Now he was bragging about sparring with his beautiful betrothed. Swallowing his anger, Zian understood Rains meaning. Saving face wasnt as important as gaining strength, because with enough strength, others would be forced to give face. Exhaling slowly, he inclined his head ever so slightly. Smiling, Rain stood and headed towards the door. Im glad we understand each other. Personally, I think this is a great idea and My Grand-Mentor agrees. She even arranged a private sparring room for our personal use. We can swear an oath if you feel it's necessary, but what happens in the sparring room, stays in the sparring room. Agreed?
Agreed, Zian replied as he followed behind, relieved to finally be able to spar with Sumila to his hearts content, without having to worry about face or reputation.
Great. Rains mood was oddly chipper for a man who just agreed to letting his Betrothed spar with another man. Didnt he understand that Zian would now be in close, physical contact with Sumila? Such an intimate connection could lead to other types of physical contact, how could he not see this? Could it be Rain was forced into this betrothal by Akanai and didnt hold Sumila in high esteem? Maybe he hoped she would fall in love with Zian and free him from his obligations. A blind fool is what he was to treat lovely Sumila so poorly, but one mans loss was another mans gain.
Blind to Zians thoughts, Rain prattled on. Fung and Huu arent around, so with Li Song we have four for today, which is perfect. Since we have a 'young talents' theme going, I intend to bring Dastan in tomorrow. How about you ask BoShui to join us and even up the numbers? Then there wont be anyone left out. A shame ZhiLan and Ryong went south, have you heard from them yet? Did they arrive safely?
Missing a step, Zian blanched at the implications. No, no, he hadnt thought this through, too focused on sparring with Sumila in private. Did he just agree to spar with his hated rival? And on a daily basis no less?
Only now did he understand the proverb a life with love is happy; a life for love is foolish.
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Chapter 260
After absconding from Yo Lings island with a veritable fortune, Zian committed every spare moment towards exercise, training, and study. For the first time in his life, he regretted all the hours and coin wasted on dalliances with serving girls and merchant's daughters. All his life, hed considered himself a genius among geniuses, ahead of his peers at every step of the journey, but the events in and around Sanshu had shown just how little his genius mattered in the grand scheme of things, a notion he found... distressing. All his superiority amounted to nothing when matched against Defiled peasants, his seven duels against the nameless champions opening his eyes to how high the heavens truly were.
This line of thinking brought him here, waiting outside Rains large, leather-lined tent for the ninth day in a row. Bundled from head to toe in his warmest winter clothes, the chill winds cut straight to the bone, leaving him cold and miserable as he cursed Lady Sumilas inability to keep to a proper schedule, coming every afternoon to feed Rains birds. It was the height of absurdity, asking a fair damsel like Sumila to carry out a servants duty and Zian had half a mind to publicly condemn the ignorant savage for mistreating a wonderful woman like her. Possessing overwhelming speed and staggering strength, Sumila was a grand talent and the perfect sparring partner, not to mention the formidable slave at her side Zian had yet to test. To be betrothed to such an incredible woman and have her carrying out his chores, Rain was blessed beyond all measure.
Unfortunately, though Zian sought to test the fair maidens skills, Lady Sumila was being difficult, to put it lightly. Ignoring her erratic schedule and surly demeanour, when he first tracked her down and requested a spar, she immediately set out for a public venue despite his intentions to carry out their spar in a more private setting. Since hed only brought the one carriage, he thought maybe his admittedly salacious past made her leery of being in close quarters with him. Therefore, the next day he brought two carriages and invited the slave along, even making sure the driver and servants were all women. This too was ignored. Thinking her decision could have been made in ignorance, the third day he gave orders to leave the carriages waiting in full view, almost obstructing the path into this ring of tents. Once again, his preparations went ignored and Zian was left with no choice but to admit the harsh truth he so wished to deny: Sumila sought to bolster her name by trampling over his own.
For a brief, infinitesimally fleeting moment, Zian considered going along with her plan. Sumila, Daughter of Akanai was a formidable talent, having shown herself to be more than his match in single combat. Were it not for his Aura and her noble refusal to seek outside help defending against it, Zian would have tasted defeat in every single one of their matches. The thought of leaving such a peerless paragon of skill and virtue languishing in obscurity offended his sensibilities, almost an act of sacrilege in a nation which valued strength above all else. What harm could there be in allowing her a single, inconsequential victory?
After his short bout with insanity, Zian quickly returned to his senses. In these times of trouble, the last thing Uncle Yang needed was to learn of his nephew's second defeat at the hands of yet another nameless tribal savage. The Situ Clan and Society could not afford to lose face right now, especially not to the Bekhai. In light of this, Zian steeled his resolve. Since the other party refused to give face, why should he? Thus, he had Jukai announce his victory at the end of each spar, making sure everyone at the Wall learned of his victory over Sumila, Daughter of Akanai. Although the commoners spoke only of her loss, to even be mentioned in the same breath alongside Situ Jia Zian was a feat worthy of praise. Whats more, he believed the public nature of her losses would make her reconsider sparring in a public venue, leaving his twin carriages waiting in plain sight.
It was the perfect solution to a delicate problem, but Zian had overlooked one important fact: The Bekhai rarely behaved in a rational, conventional manner. Each day, after feeding Rains birds, Sumila would lead him to the same public stage and each day, he found himself surprised by her strength as she attempted to overwhelm him before he brought his Aura to bear. After his humiliating defeat at Rains hands, Zian thought Baatar was blowing hot air when he claimed Rain wasnt the strongest youth of the Bekhai, but now he knew better. Whether it be skill or talent, Sumila was far superior to Rain. If she were also to Condense her Aura at the age of eighteen, then the title of number one talent in the North would undoubtedly be hers.
After the first two spars, the soldiers took notice and did as soldiers were wont to do; they gathered in droves to gamble on the outcome. By itself, this meant little to Zian, but when he noticed the terms of their bets, his mood turned dark. Not one of the gambling dens offered odds on who would win the match, since only a fool would put coin on a seventeen year old girl besting the former number one talent in the North, especially since he was now twenty five years old. No, instead, they offered odds on how many exchanges would take place in their match. A lucrative decision since this stacked the odds in favour of the house, but their signs filled him with bitter shame and embarrassment, for written upon their signboards was Number of exchanges before the match ends.
Not number of exchanges before Situ Jia Zian wins.
A trifling distinction, but one which made all the difference in the world. While the details might be lost on the general population, how could these veteran soldiers not recognize the truth on display before them? Zians victories were a farce, any idiot with even a smidgen of skill could see Sumila held the upper hand in each of their spars. In their first match, Zian held out for thirty-seven exchanges before unleashing his Aura to avoid a loss at Sumilas hands. In the eyes of these soldiers, this was no spar but simply the old bullying the weak, a dishonourable and disreputable act.
Perhaps it was time to put an end to these little spars. Uncle Yang disapproved of them and even Jukai voiced his objections after Sumilas latest monumental display of strength, overpowering Zian in a mere three exchanges. Since she repeatedly refused his gestures of good faith, why should he continue to make a mockery of his good name? He was Situ Jia Zian, a man on the cusp of forming his Natal Palace which is what he should be focusing on. This next step on the Martial Path was pivotal to his future success, far more important than a frivolous match against a slovenly, discourteous, habitually tardy, temperamental young maiden, especially one already betrothed to another.
Yes, ending these spars was the right decision, so after today, he would wash his hands of it all. It had nothing to do with her tear-filled eyes glaring at him after her latest defeat, so full of hatred and vitriol it pierced through the deepest, darkest corners of his soul.
Rainy!
A shrill, energetic voice interrupted Zians introspection and he glanced up to see a white-haired half-goat girl of six or seven years emerging from Rains tent, accompanied by a trio of roosequin pups. Arriving on foot, Rain caught the girl in his arms and twirled her about, laughing as she shrieked in delight. Why was he here? Unlike Sumila, Rain kept to a rigorous schedule, leaving in the early morning for his mountain training camp and returning long after sunset, diligence one of his few redeemable attributes. Accepting that his spars with Sumila were now at an end, Zian lamented the wasted time and stepped forward to greet Rain as manners demanded, intending to leave immediately afterwards to find a new sparring partner. Before he could speak, Rain's fat, over-sized mount placed itself between Zian and the pups, snarling as it was joined by two other fully-grown roosequins. Eyeing their curled lips and sharp teeth, Zian took a step back, unwilling to tangle with creatures protecting their young. While he could easily deal with them using his Aura, sometimes animals reacted... unpredictably when threatened. While waiting for Rain to diffuse this delicate situation, his fury rose to new levels as the damned savage glanced over before ignoring him completely.
If only he hadnt given Jukai permission to wait in the carriage. The old man was probably too busy flirting with the serving girls to notice Zians plight, an amorous fellow despite his advanced age. Zian could only grin and bear this insult, adding it to his growing tally of grievances.
Hateful and conniving as he was, Rain was beloved by children, peasants, and dumb animals alike, all easily beguiled by his phony virtuous and moralistic platitudes. His act wasnt fooling Zian, hed seen the look in Rains eyes as he spewed hateful rhetoric and despicable threats during their duel. No matter how much he hid or denied it, Rain was and would always be a killer, one who revelled in conflict and bloodshed. His lust and lechery were a matter of fact, betrothed to two women and now apparently setting his sights on a third. By the Mother, the beast had no qualms, even keeping such a tender young child in his tent to warm his bed. Such sin and depravity, Sumila deserved better than this.
Hello Tali my sweetling. Placing her down, he put his hands on his hips in a show of mock rebuke, chiding the little girl. Now, delighted as I am to see you, what are you doing lazing about? Shouldnt you be out training right now?
Avoiding the question, the child tugged on Rains pant leg and pointed into the tent. Papa and me made treats this morning, lets make tea and eat them, ya?
Pinching her cheek, Rain crouched down and turned the child to face him. Tali, you cant keep slacking off. You should work hard like Tate. Training might not be fun, but you have to keep practising.
Drinking his tea in silence, Zian nibbled at the provided snacks and complimented Talis culinary skills. It wasnt even a lie, the pastries were delicious, albeit too sweet for his tastes and a little misshapen. Regardless, his appetite fled at the sight of Rain drinking cup after cup of buttered tea, a travesty to both butter and tea alike.
After sending the children away and returning the birds to their cage, Rain refilled the teapot and left it to steep, patting his wildcats head as it grumbled in delight. So, Rain began, his eyes twinkling and bright. I hear youve been sparring with Mila this past week. Eight matches and eight victories, how incredible. Young Magistrate Zian is truly a dragon among men. His sarcastic tone left little to interpretation, but before Zian could reply, Rain asked, Do you always bring two carriages everywhere you go?
Oh good, the idiot noticed Zians intentions. I arranged the second carriage for Lady Sumila after our first spar, although my efforts have thus far been ignored.
How kind of you, but my guess is your efforts werent ignored, only overlooked. Shrugging, Rain added, Mila is a smart girl, but incredibly stubborn. Once she makes up her mind theres no changing it, no matter what else she sees. I thought something was off when she talked about your spars, but I didnt connect the dots until I saw both carriages.
What dots and what connections? After failing to puzzle through Rains words, Zian merely nodded and sipped his tea. Once it became clear Rain wouldnt speak first, he asked, Lady Sumila misjudged my intentions?
That depends. What are your intentions?
Zian didnt dignify him with a response. All he wanted was to test himself against Lady Sumilas skills, he harboured no other improper or indecent motives for seeking her out.
...
Right. And tomorrow morning, the sun would rise in the west.
I noticed something strange on our journey here, Rain said, gulping down yet another cupful of buttered tea. When you spar with Jukai, no one loses. You both draw your weapons and go at each other, but it always ends the same way, with you breathless, yet still standing. I dont get it.
Is that so? As if. He clearly knew Jukai was holding back to give Zian face.
It is. I mean, why keep training with a man who obviously wants you dead? Ignoring Zians surprise, Rain continued speaking. I cant think of any other reason for Jukai to go easy on you. Is face really more important than preserving your life? A single defeat can teach you more than a thousand victories, and Ive been defeated more times than I can count. Smirking, he added, Many of those defeats were at Milas hands.
Now he was bragging about sparring with his beautiful betrothed. Swallowing his anger, Zian understood Rains meaning. Saving face wasnt as important as gaining strength, because with enough strength, others would be forced to give face. Exhaling slowly, he inclined his head ever so slightly. Smiling, Rain stood and headed towards the door. Im glad we understand each other. Personally, I think this is a great idea and My Grand-Mentor agrees. She even arranged a private sparring room for our personal use. We can swear an oath if you feel it's necessary, but what happens in the sparring room, stays in the sparring room. Agreed?
Agreed, Zian replied as he followed behind, relieved to finally be able to spar with Sumila to his hearts content, without having to worry about face or reputation.
Great. Rains mood was oddly chipper for a man who just agreed to letting his Betrothed spar with another man. Didnt he understand that Zian would now be in close, physical contact with Sumila? Such an intimate connection could lead to other types of physical contact, how could he not see this? Could it be Rain was forced into this betrothal by Akanai and didnt hold Sumila in high esteem? Maybe he hoped she would fall in love with Zian and free him from his obligations. A blind fool is what he was to treat lovely Sumila so poorly, but one mans loss was another mans gain.
Blind to Zians thoughts, Rain prattled on. Fung and Huu arent around, so with Li Song we have four for today, which is perfect. Since we have a 'young talents' theme going, I intend to bring Dastan in tomorrow. How about you ask BoShui to join us and even up the numbers? Then there wont be anyone left out. A shame ZhiLan and Ryong went south, have you heard from them yet? Did they arrive safely?
Missing a step, Zian blanched at the implications. No, no, he hadnt thought this through, too focused on sparring with Sumila in private. Did he just agree to spar with his hated rival? And on a daily basis no less?
Only now did he understand the proverb a life with love is happy; a life for love is foolish.
Chapter Meme
Chapter 260After absconding from Yo Lings island with a veritable fortune, Zian committed every spare moment towards exercise, training, and study. For the first time in his life, he regretted all the hours and coin wasted on dalliances with serving girls and merchant's daughters. All his life, hed considered himself a genius among geniuses, ahead of his peers at every step of the journey, but the events in and around Sanshu had shown just how little his genius mattered in the grand scheme of things, a notion he found... distressing. All his superiority amounted to nothing when matched against Defiled peasants, his seven duels against the nameless champions opening his eyes to how high the heavens truly were.This line of thinking brought him here, waiting outside Rains large, leather-lined tent for the ninth day in a row. Bundled from head to toe in his warmest winter clothes, the chill winds cut straight to the bone, leaving him cold and miserable as he cursed Lady Sumilas inability to keep to a proper schedule, coming every afternoon to feed Rains birds. It was the height of absurdity, asking a fair damsel like Sumila to carry out a servants duty and Zian had half a mind to publicly condemn the ignorant savage for mistreating a wonderful woman like her. Possessing overwhelming speed and staggering strength, Sumila was a grand talent and the perfect sparring partner, not to mention the formidable slave at her side Zian had yet to test. To be betrothed to such an incredible woman and have her carrying out his chores, Rain was blessed beyond all measure.Unfortunately, though Zian sought to test the fair maidens skills, Lady Sumila was being difficult, to put it lightly. Ignoring her erratic schedule and surly demeanour, when he first tracked her down and requested a spar, she immediately set out for a public venue despite his intentions to carry out their spar in a more private setting. Since hed only brought the one carriage, he thought maybe his admittedly salacious past made her leery of being in close quarters with him. Therefore, the next day he brought two carriages and invited the slave along, even making sure the driver and servants were all women. This too was ignored. Thinking her decision could have been made in ignorance, the third day he gave orders to leave the carriages waiting in full view, almost obstructing the path into this ring of tents. Once again, his preparations went ignored and Zian was left with no choice but to admit the harsh truth he so wished to deny: Sumila sought to bolster her name by trampling over his own.For a brief, infinitesimally fleeting moment, Zian considered going along with her plan. Sumila, Daughter of Akanai was a formidable talent, having shown herself to be more than his match in single combat. Were it not for his Aura and her noble refusal to seek outside help defending against it, Zian would have tasted defeat in every single one of their matches. The thought of leaving such a peerless paragon of skill and virtue languishing in obscurity offended his sensibilities, almost an act of sacrilege in a nation which valued strength above all else. What harm could there be in allowing her a single, inconsequential victory?After his short bout with insanity, Zian quickly returned to his senses. In these times of trouble, the last thing Uncle Yang needed was to learn of his nephew's second defeat at the hands of yet another nameless tribal savage. The Situ Clan and Society could not afford to lose face right now, especially not to the Bekhai. In light of this, Zian steeled his resolve. Since the other party refused to give face, why should he? Thus, he had Jukai announce his victory at the end of each spar, making sure everyone at the Wall learned of his victory over Sumila, Daughter of Akanai. Although the commoners spoke only of her loss, to even be mentioned in the same breath alongside Situ Jia Zian was a feat worthy of praise. Whats more, he believed the public nature of her losses would make her reconsider sparring in a public venue, leaving his twin carriages waiting in plain sight.It was the perfect solution to a delicate problem, but Zian had overlooked one important fact: The Bekhai rarely behaved in a rational, conventional manner. Each day, after feeding Rains birds, Sumila would lead him to the same public stage and each day, he found himself surprised by her strength as she attempted to overwhelm him before he brought his Aura to bear. After his humiliating defeat at Rains hands, Zian thought Baatar was blowing hot air when he claimed Rain wasnt the strongest youth of the Bekhai, but now he knew better. Whether it be skill or talent, Sumila was far superior to Rain. If she were also to Condense her Aura at the age of eighteen, then the title of number one talent in the North would undoubtedly be hers.After the first two spars, the soldiers took notice and did as soldiers were wont to do; they gathered in droves to gamble on the outcome. By itself, this meant little to Zian, but when he noticed the terms of their bets, his mood turned dark. Not one of the gambling dens offered odds on who would win the match, since only a fool would put coin on a seventeen year old girl besting the former number one talent in the North, especially since he was now twenty five years old. No, instead, they offered odds on how many exchanges would take place in their match. A lucrative decision since this stacked the odds in favour of the house, but their signs filled him with bitter shame and embarrassment, for written upon their signboards was Number of exchanges before the match ends.Not number of exchanges before Situ Jia Zian wins.A trifling distinction, but one which made all the difference in the world. While the details might be lost on the general population, how could these veteran soldiers not recognize the truth on display before them? Zians victories were a farce, any idiot with even a smidgen of skill could see Sumila held the upper hand in each of their spars. In their first match, Zian held out for thirty-seven exchanges before unleashing his Aura to avoid a loss at Sumilas hands. In the eyes of these soldiers, this was no spar but simply the old bullying the weak, a dishonourable and disreputable act.Perhaps it was time to put an end to these little spars. Uncle Yang disapproved of them and even Jukai voiced his objections after Sumilas latest monumental display of strength, overpowering Zian in a mere three exchanges. Since she repeatedly refused his gestures of good faith, why should he continue to make a mockery of his good name? He was Situ Jia Zian, a man on the cusp of forming his Natal Palace which is what he should be focusing on. This next step on the Martial Path was pivotal to his future success, far more important than a frivolous match against a slovenly, discourteous, habitually tardy, temperamental young maiden, especially one already betrothed to another.Yes, ending these spars was the right decision, so after today, he would wash his hands of it all. It had nothing to do with her tear-filled eyes glaring at him after her latest defeat, so full of hatred and vitriol it pierced through the deepest, darkest corners of his soul.Rainy!A shrill, energetic voice interrupted Zians introspection and he glanced up to see a white-haired half-goat girl of six or seven years emerging from Rains tent, accompanied by a trio of roosequin pups. Arriving on foot, Rain caught the girl in his arms and twirled her about, laughing as she shrieked in delight. Why was he here? Unlike Sumila, Rain kept to a rigorous schedule, leaving in the early morning for his mountain training camp and returning long after sunset, diligence one of his few redeemable attributes. Accepting that his spars with Sumila were now at an end, Zian lamented the wasted time and stepped forward to greet Rain as manners demanded, intending to leave immediately afterwards to find a new sparring partner. Before he could speak, Rain's fat, over-sized mount placed itself between Zian and the pups, snarling as it was joined by two other fully-grown roosequins. Eyeing their curled lips and sharp teeth, Zian took a step back, unwilling to tangle with creatures protecting their young. While he could easily deal with them using his Aura, sometimes animals reacted... unpredictably when threatened. While waiting for Rain to diffuse this delicate situation, his fury rose to new levels as the damned savage glanced over before ignoring him completely.If only he hadnt given Jukai permission to wait in the carriage. The old man was probably too busy flirting with the serving girls to notice Zians plight, an amorous fellow despite his advanced age. Zian could only grin and bear this insult, adding it to his growing tally of grievances.Hateful and conniving as he was, Rain was beloved by children, peasants, and dumb animals alike, all easily beguiled by his phony virtuous and moralistic platitudes. His act wasnt fooling Zian, hed seen the look in Rains eyes as he spewed hateful rhetoric and despicable threats during their duel. No matter how much he hid or denied it, Rain was and would always be a killer, one who revelled in conflict and bloodshed. His lust and lechery were a matter of fact, betrothed to two women and now apparently setting his sights on a third. By the Mother, the beast had no qualms, even keeping such a tender young child in his tent to warm his bed. Such sin and depravity, Sumila deserved better than this.Hello Tali my sweetling. Placing her down, he put his hands on his hips in a show of mock rebuke, chiding the little girl. Now, delighted as I am to see you, what are you doing lazing about? Shouldnt you be out training right now?Avoiding the question, the child tugged on Rains pant leg and pointed into the tent. Papa and me made treats this morning, lets make tea and eat them, ya?Pinching her cheek, Rain crouched down and turned the child to face him. Tali, you cant keep slacking off. You should work hard like Tate. Training might not be fun, but you have to keep practising.Drinking his tea in silence, Zian nibbled at the provided snacks and complimented Talis culinary skills. It wasnt even a lie, the pastries were delicious, albeit too sweet for his tastes and a little misshapen. Regardless, his appetite fled at the sight of Rain drinking cup after cup of buttered tea, a travesty to both butter and tea alike.After sending the children away and returning the birds to their cage, Rain refilled the teapot and left it to steep, patting his wildcats head as it grumbled in delight. So, Rain began, his eyes twinkling and bright. I hear youve been sparring with Mila this past week. Eight matches and eight victories, how incredible. Young Magistrate Zian is truly a dragon among men. His sarcastic tone left little to interpretation, but before Zian could reply, Rain asked, Do you always bring two carriages everywhere you go?Oh good, the idiot noticed Zians intentions. I arranged the second carriage for Lady Sumila after our first spar, although my efforts have thus far been ignored.How kind of you, but my guess is your efforts werent ignored, only overlooked. Shrugging, Rain added, Mila is a smart girl, but incredibly stubborn. Once she makes up her mind theres no changing it, no matter what else she sees. I thought something was off when she talked about your spars, but I didnt connect the dots until I saw both carriages.What dots and what connections? After failing to puzzle through Rains words, Zian merely nodded and sipped his tea. Once it became clear Rain wouldnt speak first, he asked, Lady Sumila misjudged my intentions?That depends. What are your intentions? Zian didnt dignify him with a response. All he wanted was to test himself against Lady Sumilas skills, he harboured no other improper or indecent motives for seeking her out....Right. And tomorrow morning, the sun would rise in the west.I noticed something strange on our journey here, Rain said, gulping down yet another cupful of buttered tea. When you spar with Jukai, no one loses. You both draw your weapons and go at each other, but it always ends the same way, with you breathless, yet still standing. I dont get it.Is that so? As if. He clearly knew Jukai was holding back to give Zian face.It is. I mean, why keep training with a man who obviously wants you dead? Ignoring Zians surprise, Rain continued speaking. I cant think of any other reason for Jukai to go easy on you. Is face really more important than preserving your life? A single defeat can teach you more than a thousand victories, and Ive been defeated more times than I can count. Smirking, he added, Many of those defeats were at Milas hands.Now he was bragging about sparring with his beautiful betrothed. Swallowing his anger, Zian understood Rains meaning. Saving face wasnt as important as gaining strength, because with enough strength, others would be forced to give face. Exhaling slowly, he inclined his head ever so slightly. Smiling, Rain stood and headed towards the door. Im glad we understand each other. Personally, I think this is a great idea and My Grand-Mentor agrees. She even arranged a private sparring room for our personal use. We can swear an oath if you feel it's necessary, but what happens in the sparring room, stays in the sparring room. Agreed?Agreed, Zian replied as he followed behind, relieved to finally be able to spar with Sumila to his hearts content, without having to worry about face or reputation.Great. Rains mood was oddly chipper for a man who just agreed to letting his Betrothed spar with another man. Didnt he understand that Zian would now be in close, physical contact with Sumila? Such an intimate connection could lead to other types of physical contact, how could he not see this? Could it be Rain was forced into this betrothal by Akanai and didnt hold Sumila in high esteem? Maybe he hoped she would fall in love with Zian and free him from his obligations. A blind fool is what he was to treat lovely Sumila so poorly, but one mans loss was another mans gain.Blind to Zians thoughts, Rain prattled on. Fung and Huu arent around, so with Li Song we have four for today, which is perfect. Since we have a 'young talents' theme going, I intend to bring Dastan in tomorrow. How about you ask BoShui to join us and even up the numbers? Then there wont be anyone left out. A shame ZhiLan and Ryong went south, have you heard from them yet? Did they arrive safely?Missing a step, Zian blanched at the implications. No, no, he hadnt thought this through, too focused on sparring with Sumila in private. Did he just agree to spar with his hated rival? And on a daily basis no less?Only now did he understand the proverb a life with love is happy; a life for love is foolish.Chapter Meme
