Chapter 266
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Chapter 266
Sitting with Aurie at the edge of the crowd, I hug my sweet kitten for solace while Shing Du Yis openly secret vigil continues. It took explanations from three people before I understood the implications of the former Marshals actions, but I still dont have a firm grasp on the entire situation. All I know is seeing how far he went to protect Yuzhen leaves me with conflicting emotions. On the one hand, its inspirational knowing he loved his daughter so much he willingly died to neutralize the greatest threats to her safety. On the other hand, the kind, soft-spoken old man literally wiped out his bloodline to keep one person safe, an example made of his own flesh and blood to warn the world to back the fuck off.
Ill never judge a book by its cover ever again. Kind old grandpa Du Yi was metal as fuck. In one decisive action, he brought down a powerhouse and cowed every faction in the north, something Akanai, Baatar, and Nian Zu couldnt do even if they worked together. The Imperial Clan doesnt waste time either, not for a death in the family. They didnt even have to lift a finger; once the decree came out, the Society executed every man, woman, and child related to the Shing Clan themselves, the once proud family reduced to little more than a footnote overnight.
If karma is real, where does this sit on the scale of good or evil? Taking hundreds, maybe thousands of lives to save one, its hard to objectively call it a fair trade. Then again, not all lives are equal, especially in the eyes of a parent. If given the option, would I save the lives of a dozen strangers if it meant Tali or Tate were left to die? Doubt it, I wouldnt choose a dozen strangers over Aurie much less my precious niece or nephew, even if it were the Emperor himself. Fuck that guy, gimme my kitty. Its food for thought though: where do I draw the line? Would I let a hundred strangers die for my loved ones? A thousand? Ten thousand?
...Yes. Yes I would.
And its a thought which terrifies me. Fear not the evil lurking within the shadows but the righteous doing evil in the name of good. Twist the hypothetical further and things really turn morbid. Would I murder a man to feed my family? Would I torture a man to keep my family safe? If plague broke out, would I burn a city to the ground and kill all its inhabitants just to keep it from spreading? It's not like I want to massacre innocents just as Im sure Shing Du Yi didnt want to massacre his clansmen, at least not the younger, innocent ones, but history wont remember intentions, only results. No one sets out to be a villain, but the path to hell is paved with good intentions.
Take for example Zhen Shi. By all reports a brilliant man, he was consumed by the notion of improving the human body to better fight the Defiled. Now hes remembered only for his cruel and inhuman experiments and feared by millions as a sadistic, twisted monster. I doubt he set out with that goal in mind, wanting nothing more than to make the human race stronger. Or maybe Im wrong, maybe evil truly lurked within him and he did it all for funsies. Who knows.
Either way, heres the thought whichll have me tossing and turning all night: What if hed succeeded? What if, Zhen Shi discovered a breakthrough method of strengthening the human body without succumbing to the Spectres? Put it another way, what if instead of a strengthening process, Zhen Shi sought a cure for a common, widespread disease like smallpox? Would we condemn him for inflicting the disease on healthy bodies just so he could study the process of infection? I mean thats essentially what he did, he tortured and killed innocents to see how one became Defiled. Was it morally wrong to do so? Yes, without a doubt, but if hed succeeded, then the Empire would have lauded him as a hero and swept all the corpses underneath the rug.
History will remember Shing Du Yi as a traitor but I know he acted with good intentions. Does that balance out the death of innocents who were unlucky enough to be born surnamed Shing? Im not sure theres a proper answer. Philosophy sucks. Despite all the horrible things he did, Id love to read Zhen Shi's notes or pick his brain. It might help explain my situation with Baledagh and Blobby, possibly even offer us a solution.
Hubby! With the cutest and softest flying tackle ever, Lin leaps into my arms and gives me a peck on the cheek. Her big brown eyes half-filled with tears, she declares, Im gonna have dinner with Daddy but the restaurant wont let the bear-bears and Jimjam in. Bring them home with you, ya?
Too sweet. Sure thing but theyre staying with me tonight. Thats my price, you cant monopolize the cubs until theyre too big to cuddle with.
Sticking out her tongue, she whispers, Fine, but theyll never be too big to cuddle. Theyll only get comfier and huggier. Skipping away, she leaps onto Taduks shoulders who carries her away with a grin, a lovely, goofy father daughter pair. She isnt the only one, as Mila arrives soon after to let me know shes eating with her family and wants me to look after Sarankho, followed by Alsantset and Charok asking me to babysit Tali and Tate while they dine with the shut-in Baatar. My sisters mood has much improved these past few days, finding hope once she learned of Sarnais recent improvements, minor though they might be.
I only pray her hopes are not in vain.
I dont mind being the babysitter, Im always happy to have all my fur babies and sweetlings in one place. Squeaking up a storm, the quin pups hop up and down trying to reach Jimjam napping in the tree branches as Tali and Tate skip and play with the bear cubs. Mafu circles around both groups, working overtime to keep everyone safe with help from the other quins, as looking after the young is a group effort. Sarankho looks to join my cuddle session with Aurie, her snowy-white coat mixing with Auries golden-brown as they melt into a mass of fur and fang beneath my expert scritches.
Shuffling to my side before waving his escort away, Fung slumps into the grass with a sigh. These are dark times, Martial Nephew.
Sorry for your loss. I didnt know you were close. It makes sense considering the Marshal was Fungs dads boss.Follow current novels on novelb((in).(com)
What? Oh no, I barely knew the man, though I admired him greatly. You know how he became Marshal with no backing? Chuckling, he leans in and explains. He presented himself as the safest option to back without offending the two major powers vying for office. Everyone who supported him believed no one else would, so they hoped for a hung decision, giving the smaller powers more leverage and more time to work without a Marshal overseeing their every move. Lucrative stuff. Instead, Shing Du Yi received endorsements from almost two-thirds of the sitting Magistrates and Lieutenant Marshals, allowing him to take office unopposed in a brilliant move. The old man stole the office by playing everyone against each other, and then kept the office and his life by being a man of principle who always acted impartially even to his own detriment. If he believed Yuzhen is the woman for the job, then I say the province is in good hands. May he rest well in the arms of the Mother, as he found victory in death.
Then why all the gloom and doom?
Shrinking back, he sighs once again, so mournful youd think hed lost his own father. Its partially your fault you know? I didnt plan on returning so soon, but circumstances required I bring fathers endorsement to Marshal Yuzhen. Mentor has had some choice words for me during our reunion and its only gotten worse following the results of the little sparring matches youve arranged. Every day? Really? And would it kill you to go easy and allow me a single victory?
Not my fault, this is all on Baledagh. Wisely choosing to clean up my little brothers choice of words, I clap Fung on the back and grin. Work hard and persevere, youll earn a victory soon enough. Youre getting stronger by the day.
Yet Im still the weakest of the bunch, last place behind even BoShui. So depressing. I once believed myself a dragon among men, but it turns out Im merely a... merely a...
Unable to bear it any longer, I grab a few books at random and make my escape, setting the stack down beside the bed. The top tome is marked A treatise on the trade agreements between Sanshu and Shen Yun during the dynasty of... blah blah blah. Placing it aside, the next tome is more promising, merely titled Poetry. Flipping through it, I scan the contents for something I can use to lull the twin terrors to sleep.
-Yellow-red leaves rustle and fall, the ceaseless waters of-
-ten thousand kilometres away from home, my desperate-
-each mark made perpendicular to the last. Pay careful attention to the order as-
-bitter love turned sweet despair, for only-
Pausing in my scan, I turn back to the previous page and take my time reading its contents. -it dictates the flow of energy, which is critical to function. The runes are the language of Energy and one errant stroke out of order will ruin the inscription. In worst case scenarios, not only will you lose time and materials, but the failed product will produce an explosion-
Runes are the language of Energy.
Runes.
Hidden in the midst of horrible poetry is Yo Lings primer on runic inscriptions, his meticulously detailed observations on the craft. This is the jackpot, first-hand knowledge from a runic craftsman, not only explaining what runes are and how they work, but also every mistake he made or difficulty he encountered.
Rainy, its story time... Tate whines, drawing me out of my stupour.
Sorry sweetling, I was distracted. Closing the book with shaky hands, I tell them about my battle with assassins in Sanshu. Theyre exposed to too much violence as is, but nows not the time to worry about it. Halfway through the tale, the twins fall fast asleep cuddled with the snoring quins, leaving me free to peruse Yo Lings notes in peace.
Lighting a second lantern to read by, I curl up with Mafu and the bear cubs to continue my studies. Disappointingly, Yo Ling's knowledge starts and ends with a single rune, one he found on a stolen, non-functioning antique helmet. Its only good for stopping chi-infused strikes and nowhere near impenetrable, but his insights on how it works are fascinating. Essentially, this particular rune is like an intangible shield which stops Chi, keeping Honed weapons from tearing through armour like paper or extinguishing Chi-powered flames and whatnot. The force from an Amplified strike will still be felt, but a strike containing Resonance will be treated like a regular hit. In contrast, Li Songs runic breastplate is far superior as it mitigates impacts and can even Deflect blows if theyre slow enough.
As with all things, there are limits. The rune has something like a reservoir of energy, a threshold of how much power it can absorb at once. If we denote the threshold as 100 units and the wearer has infinite Energy to replenish the runes reservoir, then any attack dealing less than 100 units of damage is unable to break through the runic defences, though the force of regular impact still carries through. Exceed 100 units of damage and the runic armour is no different from standard armour.
Yo Lings notes go on to detail trapping Spirits to power and enhance his creations, which is disturbing to say the least. I can only hope these arent orthodox practices, but if they are, so what? Power is power, its all the same in the end. Besides, even if Yo Ling only knew one rune of limited use and only made enough copies for himself and his captains, its still better than nothing. Whats more, his notes on how he deciphered the rune are invaluable, since now I can do the same with the runic rings, Li Songs breastplate, and Joranis one-time use runic baton. No one knows exactly what it does, and Id be more willing to test it out if I could replace them.
After going through the notes thrice, a thought strikes me and I drag Rocs cage out and scurry around, flipping through the books one by one while ignoring their angry squawks. Maybe Ill find more of Yo Lings studies hidden within their pages, or a map to his treasures, a list of his hidden allies, something, anything. Theres a real treasure trove here in this bookshelf, and Ive ignored it for too long.
And to think, I only have these books because no one else wanted them. If Zian ever finds out, hell regret it until the day he dies. Between this and my sweet soon-to-be-crafted spring-coiled Spiritual rifle, Ill be well equipped to deal with whatever life throws my way.
...
That was in no way, shape or form a challenge to the universe.
Please have mercy.
Chapter Meme
End of Volume 14
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Chapter 266
Sitting with Aurie at the edge of the crowd, I hug my sweet kitten for solace while Shing Du Yis openly secret vigil continues. It took explanations from three people before I understood the implications of the former Marshals actions, but I still dont have a firm grasp on the entire situation. All I know is seeing how far he went to protect Yuzhen leaves me with conflicting emotions. On the one hand, its inspirational knowing he loved his daughter so much he willingly died to neutralize the greatest threats to her safety. On the other hand, the kind, soft-spoken old man literally wiped out his bloodline to keep one person safe, an example made of his own flesh and blood to warn the world to back the fuck off.
Ill never judge a book by its cover ever again. Kind old grandpa Du Yi was metal as fuck. In one decisive action, he brought down a powerhouse and cowed every faction in the north, something Akanai, Baatar, and Nian Zu couldnt do even if they worked together. The Imperial Clan doesnt waste time either, not for a death in the family. They didnt even have to lift a finger; once the decree came out, the Society executed every man, woman, and child related to the Shing Clan themselves, the once proud family reduced to little more than a footnote overnight.
If karma is real, where does this sit on the scale of good or evil? Taking hundreds, maybe thousands of lives to save one, its hard to objectively call it a fair trade. Then again, not all lives are equal, especially in the eyes of a parent. If given the option, would I save the lives of a dozen strangers if it meant Tali or Tate were left to die? Doubt it, I wouldnt choose a dozen strangers over Aurie much less my precious niece or nephew, even if it were the Emperor himself. Fuck that guy, gimme my kitty. Its food for thought though: where do I draw the line? Would I let a hundred strangers die for my loved ones? A thousand? Ten thousand?
...Yes. Yes I would.
And its a thought which terrifies me. Fear not the evil lurking within the shadows but the righteous doing evil in the name of good. Twist the hypothetical further and things really turn morbid. Would I murder a man to feed my family? Would I torture a man to keep my family safe? If plague broke out, would I burn a city to the ground and kill all its inhabitants just to keep it from spreading? It's not like I want to massacre innocents just as Im sure Shing Du Yi didnt want to massacre his clansmen, at least not the younger, innocent ones, but history wont remember intentions, only results. No one sets out to be a villain, but the path to hell is paved with good intentions.
Take for example Zhen Shi. By all reports a brilliant man, he was consumed by the notion of improving the human body to better fight the Defiled. Now hes remembered only for his cruel and inhuman experiments and feared by millions as a sadistic, twisted monster. I doubt he set out with that goal in mind, wanting nothing more than to make the human race stronger. Or maybe Im wrong, maybe evil truly lurked within him and he did it all for funsies. Who knows.
Either way, heres the thought whichll have me tossing and turning all night: What if hed succeeded? What if, Zhen Shi discovered a breakthrough method of strengthening the human body without succumbing to the Spectres? Put it another way, what if instead of a strengthening process, Zhen Shi sought a cure for a common, widespread disease like smallpox? Would we condemn him for inflicting the disease on healthy bodies just so he could study the process of infection? I mean thats essentially what he did, he tortured and killed innocents to see how one became Defiled. Was it morally wrong to do so? Yes, without a doubt, but if hed succeeded, then the Empire would have lauded him as a hero and swept all the corpses underneath the rug.
History will remember Shing Du Yi as a traitor but I know he acted with good intentions. Does that balance out the death of innocents who were unlucky enough to be born surnamed Shing? Im not sure theres a proper answer. Philosophy sucks. Despite all the horrible things he did, Id love to read Zhen Shi's notes or pick his brain. It might help explain my situation with Baledagh and Blobby, possibly even offer us a solution.
Hubby! With the cutest and softest flying tackle ever, Lin leaps into my arms and gives me a peck on the cheek. Her big brown eyes half-filled with tears, she declares, Im gonna have dinner with Daddy but the restaurant wont let the bear-bears and Jimjam in. Bring them home with you, ya?
Too sweet. Sure thing but theyre staying with me tonight. Thats my price, you cant monopolize the cubs until theyre too big to cuddle with.
Sticking out her tongue, she whispers, Fine, but theyll never be too big to cuddle. Theyll only get comfier and huggier. Skipping away, she leaps onto Taduks shoulders who carries her away with a grin, a lovely, goofy father daughter pair. She isnt the only one, as Mila arrives soon after to let me know shes eating with her family and wants me to look after Sarankho, followed by Alsantset and Charok asking me to babysit Tali and Tate while they dine with the shut-in Baatar. My sisters mood has much improved these past few days, finding hope once she learned of Sarnais recent improvements, minor though they might be.
I only pray her hopes are not in vain.
I dont mind being the babysitter, Im always happy to have all my fur babies and sweetlings in one place. Squeaking up a storm, the quin pups hop up and down trying to reach Jimjam napping in the tree branches as Tali and Tate skip and play with the bear cubs. Mafu circles around both groups, working overtime to keep everyone safe with help from the other quins, as looking after the young is a group effort. Sarankho looks to join my cuddle session with Aurie, her snowy-white coat mixing with Auries golden-brown as they melt into a mass of fur and fang beneath my expert scritches.
Shuffling to my side before waving his escort away, Fung slumps into the grass with a sigh. These are dark times, Martial Nephew.
Sorry for your loss. I didnt know you were close. It makes sense considering the Marshal was Fungs dads boss.Follow current novels on novelb((in).(com)
What? Oh no, I barely knew the man, though I admired him greatly. You know how he became Marshal with no backing? Chuckling, he leans in and explains. He presented himself as the safest option to back without offending the two major powers vying for office. Everyone who supported him believed no one else would, so they hoped for a hung decision, giving the smaller powers more leverage and more time to work without a Marshal overseeing their every move. Lucrative stuff. Instead, Shing Du Yi received endorsements from almost two-thirds of the sitting Magistrates and Lieutenant Marshals, allowing him to take office unopposed in a brilliant move. The old man stole the office by playing everyone against each other, and then kept the office and his life by being a man of principle who always acted impartially even to his own detriment. If he believed Yuzhen is the woman for the job, then I say the province is in good hands. May he rest well in the arms of the Mother, as he found victory in death.
Then why all the gloom and doom?
Shrinking back, he sighs once again, so mournful youd think hed lost his own father. Its partially your fault you know? I didnt plan on returning so soon, but circumstances required I bring fathers endorsement to Marshal Yuzhen. Mentor has had some choice words for me during our reunion and its only gotten worse following the results of the little sparring matches youve arranged. Every day? Really? And would it kill you to go easy and allow me a single victory?
Not my fault, this is all on Baledagh. Wisely choosing to clean up my little brothers choice of words, I clap Fung on the back and grin. Work hard and persevere, youll earn a victory soon enough. Youre getting stronger by the day.
Yet Im still the weakest of the bunch, last place behind even BoShui. So depressing. I once believed myself a dragon among men, but it turns out Im merely a... merely a...
Unable to bear it any longer, I grab a few books at random and make my escape, setting the stack down beside the bed. The top tome is marked A treatise on the trade agreements between Sanshu and Shen Yun during the dynasty of... blah blah blah. Placing it aside, the next tome is more promising, merely titled Poetry. Flipping through it, I scan the contents for something I can use to lull the twin terrors to sleep.
-Yellow-red leaves rustle and fall, the ceaseless waters of-
-ten thousand kilometres away from home, my desperate-
-each mark made perpendicular to the last. Pay careful attention to the order as-
-bitter love turned sweet despair, for only-
Pausing in my scan, I turn back to the previous page and take my time reading its contents. -it dictates the flow of energy, which is critical to function. The runes are the language of Energy and one errant stroke out of order will ruin the inscription. In worst case scenarios, not only will you lose time and materials, but the failed product will produce an explosion-
Runes are the language of Energy.
Runes.
Hidden in the midst of horrible poetry is Yo Lings primer on runic inscriptions, his meticulously detailed observations on the craft. This is the jackpot, first-hand knowledge from a runic craftsman, not only explaining what runes are and how they work, but also every mistake he made or difficulty he encountered.
Rainy, its story time... Tate whines, drawing me out of my stupour.
Sorry sweetling, I was distracted. Closing the book with shaky hands, I tell them about my battle with assassins in Sanshu. Theyre exposed to too much violence as is, but nows not the time to worry about it. Halfway through the tale, the twins fall fast asleep cuddled with the snoring quins, leaving me free to peruse Yo Lings notes in peace.
Lighting a second lantern to read by, I curl up with Mafu and the bear cubs to continue my studies. Disappointingly, Yo Ling's knowledge starts and ends with a single rune, one he found on a stolen, non-functioning antique helmet. Its only good for stopping chi-infused strikes and nowhere near impenetrable, but his insights on how it works are fascinating. Essentially, this particular rune is like an intangible shield which stops Chi, keeping Honed weapons from tearing through armour like paper or extinguishing Chi-powered flames and whatnot. The force from an Amplified strike will still be felt, but a strike containing Resonance will be treated like a regular hit. In contrast, Li Songs runic breastplate is far superior as it mitigates impacts and can even Deflect blows if theyre slow enough.
As with all things, there are limits. The rune has something like a reservoir of energy, a threshold of how much power it can absorb at once. If we denote the threshold as 100 units and the wearer has infinite Energy to replenish the runes reservoir, then any attack dealing less than 100 units of damage is unable to break through the runic defences, though the force of regular impact still carries through. Exceed 100 units of damage and the runic armour is no different from standard armour.
Yo Lings notes go on to detail trapping Spirits to power and enhance his creations, which is disturbing to say the least. I can only hope these arent orthodox practices, but if they are, so what? Power is power, its all the same in the end. Besides, even if Yo Ling only knew one rune of limited use and only made enough copies for himself and his captains, its still better than nothing. Whats more, his notes on how he deciphered the rune are invaluable, since now I can do the same with the runic rings, Li Songs breastplate, and Joranis one-time use runic baton. No one knows exactly what it does, and Id be more willing to test it out if I could replace them.
After going through the notes thrice, a thought strikes me and I drag Rocs cage out and scurry around, flipping through the books one by one while ignoring their angry squawks. Maybe Ill find more of Yo Lings studies hidden within their pages, or a map to his treasures, a list of his hidden allies, something, anything. Theres a real treasure trove here in this bookshelf, and Ive ignored it for too long.
And to think, I only have these books because no one else wanted them. If Zian ever finds out, hell regret it until the day he dies. Between this and my sweet soon-to-be-crafted spring-coiled Spiritual rifle, Ill be well equipped to deal with whatever life throws my way.
...
That was in no way, shape or form a challenge to the universe.
Please have mercy.
Chapter Meme
End of Volume 14
Chapter 266Sitting with Aurie at the edge of the crowd, I hug my sweet kitten for solace while Shing Du Yis openly secret vigil continues. It took explanations from three people before I understood the implications of the former Marshals actions, but I still dont have a firm grasp on the entire situation. All I know is seeing how far he went to protect Yuzhen leaves me with conflicting emotions. On the one hand, its inspirational knowing he loved his daughter so much he willingly died to neutralize the greatest threats to her safety. On the other hand, the kind, soft-spoken old man literally wiped out his bloodline to keep one person safe, an example made of his own flesh and blood to warn the world to back the fuck off.Ill never judge a book by its cover ever again. Kind old grandpa Du Yi was metal as fuck. In one decisive action, he brought down a powerhouse and cowed every faction in the north, something Akanai, Baatar, and Nian Zu couldnt do even if they worked together. The Imperial Clan doesnt waste time either, not for a death in the family. They didnt even have to lift a finger; once the decree came out, the Society executed every man, woman, and child related to the Shing Clan themselves, the once proud family reduced to little more than a footnote overnight.If karma is real, where does this sit on the scale of good or evil? Taking hundreds, maybe thousands of lives to save one, its hard to objectively call it a fair trade. Then again, not all lives are equal, especially in the eyes of a parent. If given the option, would I save the lives of a dozen strangers if it meant Tali or Tate were left to die? Doubt it, I wouldnt choose a dozen strangers over Aurie much less my precious niece or nephew, even if it were the Emperor himself. Fuck that guy, gimme my kitty. Its food for thought though: where do I draw the line? Would I let a hundred strangers die for my loved ones? A thousand? Ten thousand?...Yes. Yes I would.And its a thought which terrifies me. Fear not the evil lurking within the shadows but the righteous doing evil in the name of good. Twist the hypothetical further and things really turn morbid. Would I murder a man to feed my family? Would I torture a man to keep my family safe? If plague broke out, would I burn a city to the ground and kill all its inhabitants just to keep it from spreading? It's not like I want to massacre innocents just as Im sure Shing Du Yi didnt want to massacre his clansmen, at least not the younger, innocent ones, but history wont remember intentions, only results. No one sets out to be a villain, but the path to hell is paved with good intentions.Take for example Zhen Shi. By all reports a brilliant man, he was consumed by the notion of improving the human body to better fight the Defiled. Now hes remembered only for his cruel and inhuman experiments and feared by millions as a sadistic, twisted monster. I doubt he set out with that goal in mind, wanting nothing more than to make the human race stronger. Or maybe Im wrong, maybe evil truly lurked within him and he did it all for funsies. Who knows.Either way, heres the thought whichll have me tossing and turning all night: What if hed succeeded? What if, Zhen Shi discovered a breakthrough method of strengthening the human body without succumbing to the Spectres? Put it another way, what if instead of a strengthening process, Zhen Shi sought a cure for a common, widespread disease like smallpox? Would we condemn him for inflicting the disease on healthy bodies just so he could study the process of infection? I mean thats essentially what he did, he tortured and killed innocents to see how one became Defiled. Was it morally wrong to do so? Yes, without a doubt, but if hed succeeded, then the Empire would have lauded him as a hero and swept all the corpses underneath the rug.History will remember Shing Du Yi as a traitor but I know he acted with good intentions. Does that balance out the death of innocents who were unlucky enough to be born surnamed Shing? Im not sure theres a proper answer. Philosophy sucks. Despite all the horrible things he did, Id love to read Zhen Shi's notes or pick his brain. It might help explain my situation with Baledagh and Blobby, possibly even offer us a solution.Hubby! With the cutest and softest flying tackle ever, Lin leaps into my arms and gives me a peck on the cheek. Her big brown eyes half-filled with tears, she declares, Im gonna have dinner with Daddy but the restaurant wont let the bear-bears and Jimjam in. Bring them home with you, ya?Too sweet. Sure thing but theyre staying with me tonight. Thats my price, you cant monopolize the cubs until theyre too big to cuddle with.Sticking out her tongue, she whispers, Fine, but theyll never be too big to cuddle. Theyll only get comfier and huggier. Skipping away, she leaps onto Taduks shoulders who carries her away with a grin, a lovely, goofy father daughter pair. She isnt the only one, as Mila arrives soon after to let me know shes eating with her family and wants me to look after Sarankho, followed by Alsantset and Charok asking me to babysit Tali and Tate while they dine with the shut-in Baatar. My sisters mood has much improved these past few days, finding hope once she learned of Sarnais recent improvements, minor though they might be.I only pray her hopes are not in vain.I dont mind being the babysitter, Im always happy to have all my fur babies and sweetlings in one place. Squeaking up a storm, the quin pups hop up and down trying to reach Jimjam napping in the tree branches as Tali and Tate skip and play with the bear cubs. Mafu circles around both groups, working overtime to keep everyone safe with help from the other quins, as looking after the young is a group effort. Sarankho looks to join my cuddle session with Aurie, her snowy-white coat mixing with Auries golden-brown as they melt into a mass of fur and fang beneath my expert scritches.Shuffling to my side before waving his escort away, Fung slumps into the grass with a sigh. These are dark times, Martial Nephew.Sorry for your loss. I didnt know you were close. It makes sense considering the Marshal was Fungs dads boss.Follow current novels on novelbin.comWhat? Oh no, I barely knew the man, though I admired him greatly. You know how he became Marshal with no backing? Chuckling, he leans in and explains. He presented himself as the safest option to back without offending the two major powers vying for office. Everyone who supported him believed no one else would, so they hoped for a hung decision, giving the smaller powers more leverage and more time to work without a Marshal overseeing their every move. Lucrative stuff. Instead, Shing Du Yi received endorsements from almost two-thirds of the sitting Magistrates and Lieutenant Marshals, allowing him to take office unopposed in a brilliant move. The old man stole the office by playing everyone against each other, and then kept the office and his life by being a man of principle who always acted impartially even to his own detriment. If he believed Yuzhen is the woman for the job, then I say the province is in good hands. May he rest well in the arms of the Mother, as he found victory in death.Then why all the gloom and doom?Shrinking back, he sighs once again, so mournful youd think hed lost his own father. Its partially your fault you know? I didnt plan on returning so soon, but circumstances required I bring fathers endorsement to Marshal Yuzhen. Mentor has had some choice words for me during our reunion and its only gotten worse following the results of the little sparring matches youve arranged. Every day? Really? And would it kill you to go easy and allow me a single victory?Not my fault, this is all on Baledagh. Wisely choosing to clean up my little brothers choice of words, I clap Fung on the back and grin. Work hard and persevere, youll earn a victory soon enough. Youre getting stronger by the day.Yet Im still the weakest of the bunch, last place behind even BoShui. So depressing. I once believed myself a dragon among men, but it turns out Im merely a... merely a...Unable to bear it any longer, I grab a few books at random and make my escape, setting the stack down beside the bed. The top tome is marked A treatise on the trade agreements between Sanshu and Shen Yun during the dynasty of... blah blah blah. Placing it aside, the next tome is more promising, merely titled Poetry. Flipping through it, I scan the contents for something I can use to lull the twin terrors to sleep.-Yellow-red leaves rustle and fall, the ceaseless waters of--ten thousand kilometres away from home, my desperate--each mark made perpendicular to the last. Pay careful attention to the order as--bitter love turned sweet despair, for only-Pausing in my scan, I turn back to the previous page and take my time reading its contents. -it dictates the flow of energy, which is critical to function. The runes are the language of Energy and one errant stroke out of order will ruin the inscription. In worst case scenarios, not only will you lose time and materials, but the failed product will produce an explosion-Runes are the language of Energy.Runes.Hidden in the midst of horrible poetry is Yo Lings primer on runic inscriptions, his meticulously detailed observations on the craft. This is the jackpot, first-hand knowledge from a runic craftsman, not only explaining what runes are and how they work, but also every mistake he made or difficulty he encountered.Rainy, its story time... Tate whines, drawing me out of my stupour.Sorry sweetling, I was distracted. Closing the book with shaky hands, I tell them about my battle with assassins in Sanshu. Theyre exposed to too much violence as is, but nows not the time to worry about it. Halfway through the tale, the twins fall fast asleep cuddled with the snoring quins, leaving me free to peruse Yo Lings notes in peace.Lighting a second lantern to read by, I curl up with Mafu and the bear cubs to continue my studies. Disappointingly, Yo Ling's knowledge starts and ends with a single rune, one he found on a stolen, non-functioning antique helmet. Its only good for stopping chi-infused strikes and nowhere near impenetrable, but his insights on how it works are fascinating. Essentially, this particular rune is like an intangible shield which stops Chi, keeping Honed weapons from tearing through armour like paper or extinguishing Chi-powered flames and whatnot. The force from an Amplified strike will still be felt, but a strike containing Resonance will be treated like a regular hit. In contrast, Li Songs runic breastplate is far superior as it mitigates impacts and can even Deflect blows if theyre slow enough.As with all things, there are limits. The rune has something like a reservoir of energy, a threshold of how much power it can absorb at once. If we denote the threshold as 100 units and the wearer has infinite Energy to replenish the runes reservoir, then any attack dealing less than 100 units of damage is unable to break through the runic defences, though the force of regular impact still carries through. Exceed 100 units of damage and the runic armour is no different from standard armour.Yo Lings notes go on to detail trapping Spirits to power and enhance his creations, which is disturbing to say the least. I can only hope these arent orthodox practices, but if they are, so what? Power is power, its all the same in the end. Besides, even if Yo Ling only knew one rune of limited use and only made enough copies for himself and his captains, its still better than nothing. Whats more, his notes on how he deciphered the rune are invaluable, since now I can do the same with the runic rings, Li Songs breastplate, and Joranis one-time use runic baton. No one knows exactly what it does, and Id be more willing to test it out if I could replace them.After going through the notes thrice, a thought strikes me and I drag Rocs cage out and scurry around, flipping through the books one by one while ignoring their angry squawks. Maybe Ill find more of Yo Lings studies hidden within their pages, or a map to his treasures, a list of his hidden allies, something, anything. Theres a real treasure trove here in this bookshelf, and Ive ignored it for too long.And to think, I only have these books because no one else wanted them. If Zian ever finds out, hell regret it until the day he dies. Between this and my sweet soon-to-be-crafted spring-coiled Spiritual rifle, Ill be well equipped to deal with whatever life throws my way....That was in no way, shape or form a challenge to the universe.Please have mercy.Chapter MemeEnd of Volume 14
