Chapter 385
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Chapter 385
A withered, blackened husk is all that remains of the once bulky and enigmatic Monk, his body ravaged by the Demonic Gunk and his souls ultimate fate left unknown. A horrific and terrifying end, yet all I can think of is the Monks teary smile because I called him a coward and wishing I could take it back. He died because he was trying to protect me from the Confessor, and even though I resent him for giving up, I know how difficult it is to keep going in the face of abject failure. Hell, its not like thats the only reason he had for giving up, he saw the writing on the wall and accepted his fate with grace and aplomb while still resisting until the bitter end despite how futile it must have seemed. I didnt know him well, but he struck me as a flawed man doing his best to better himself and the world around him. It makes me wish I knew more about him, had trusted him sooner and listened to his advice or learned more about him. We only had one, real conversation together, but in that one exchange, he forced me to face a hard truth about myself and Ill always be grateful for his help.Updated from novelbIn.(c)om
Thank you and goodbye Mahakala. Hopefully, your struggles are at an end and youre resting peacefully in the arms of the Mother while awaiting your next turn at the wheel of life instead of being devoured by the feral Spectres and consigned to oblivion, or worse, joining their ranks like some zombified, ravenous ghost.
...
Well, thats a depressing thought.
With Taduks help, I grab the Monks inert Spiritual Spade and hop out the room, regretting my choice to sacrifice my right hand and foot. Not the sacrifice itself, since Id do it again if given the choice, only Id be smart about it and cut off my right hand and left foot instead of taking both from the same side. At least then Id be able to hobble around with a crutch, but alas, I am not a clever man. Doing my best to ignore all the confused stares, I leave it to Taduk to explain my disabled state, which he does with a simple statement. The Dharmapala has passed away, and the substance is much hazardous than I first suspected. Although it corrodes all manner of materials, it would appear it feeds primarily upon human flesh, or perhaps even Chi. Easy there, Rain my boy, there you go. Plopping me down on a bench beside the wall, Taduk gestures to GangShu and continues. After we left the room, the substances speed of replication increased exponentially and infected the boy here. Im uncertain if the timing is coincidental or if it was waiting for us to depart, but either way, this is a most troubling discovery.
How, pray tell, did it spread to his foot? Why did he take off his shoes in the first place? One Beardie seems utterly confused, but thankfully, everyone else ignores his question.
Stroking his beard alongside the rest of his look-a-likes, a second Beardie asks, Is there no way to combat this vile substance?
Having been warned by Taduk to keep Blobby and Pong Pongs existence secret, I keep my mouth shut as GangShu answers in my stead. Short of possessing an Elemental Spirit? Dont get hit, I suppose.
Well, at least now I know what to call Blobbys siblings, assuming I ever stumble across one. Id settle for Blobby back though. Stupid teardrop, running off at such an important time. I could have saved the Monk if Blobby was around, or if I hadnt rejected my first Awakening and had more time to practice, or...
Breathe, Rain. Breathe. No point playing this game. Things happened. You cant change it, so deal with it.
Grimacing at GangShus levity, a second Beardie chimes in. This is a national crisis, and you of all people should appreciate the gravity of the situation. If the Medical Saints hypothesis is correct then the Defiled are now in possession of a weapon which can kill a Divinity.
Is he calling the Monk a Divinity or is he speaking hypothetically? Cmon Beardie, be more clear about it.
An understatement, if anything. Withdrawing the copper vessel from his sleeve, the Legate gingerly places it on the table and the others instinctively recoil from its presence. If the boys scouts saw true, then this is a weapon which can be mass produced and wielded by commoners. Imagine an army of Defiled lobbing these canisters towards you, or Wraiths hidden in the shadows while waiting for you to lower your guard. Small wonder Zhu Chanzui and the Defiled care nothing for the treaty. This insidious weapon affords them every advantage in a battle of Divinities, and until proper countermeasures are in place, who would dare ride out to meet them?
The room falls silent as everyone considers the implications, myself included. Its funny, Ive been trying to find a way to even the odds and right the balance of power, but it looks like the Defiled beat me to it. I want to tell them about the Feral Spectres and what the Monk said about this gunk being Anathema and whatnot, but it would mean explaining how I ended up in the Monks Natal palace and he was pretty clear in warning me I should keep it a secret.
Wait... When he said this ability, was he talking about my Natal Palace diving thing, or the Devouring thing? Or maybe its the whole Water-Chi cleansing thing, or the Blobby thing... Dammit, I have too many secrets, be more specific with your final warnings! Well... whatever, one secret, four secrets, whats the difference?
The silence is broken as a teacup shatters in the fox-ladys grip, and she growls in frustration. If I had known things would turn out like this, she says, dabbing away at her soaked, ragged robes with a towel speedily provided by the Seneschal, Then Id have crushed that haggard mole-bitch like a bug.
Shaking his head, the half-bull says, Better had we heeded our absent friends advice and taken her hostage. There are still many questions to be answered.
Yea, like whos this mole-bitch and who are all of you? Also, where do I find the Abbot? That seems important, but more of a me thing as opposed to a group discussion.
Clenching his fist, the half-rhino speaks through gritted teeth. It matters not. The Enemy has broken the Treaty, and in doing so, they have sealed their fate. We stand on the side of righteousness and those who were once neutral will flock to our side, and together, we will destroy the Defiled once and for all. This substance will not be enough to save them from the iron fist of justice.
With another shrug, I stick to the truth. We dont have one, not really. He showed up a few days before the Conference began and told me he was here to act as my Dharmapala, along with everything else I just shared. I dont know why and if Im being honest, didnt entirely buy into it either, but he died trying to bring my poisoner to justice, so passing on a message is the least I could do. Sensing its now or never, I ask, Whos the Confessor and why is he trying to kill me?
Ignoring my question, Chief Beardie and the Legate exchange yet another glance, but the Seneschal is kind enough to provide an answer. You met his Disciple in Sanshu, Han BoLao. As for why he wants you dead, I imagine it has something to do with her death.
... Oh. I see. Please dont piss your pants in front of the Legate. Or while leaning on Taduk. He wont hold it against you, but its still embarrassing.
After a short and silent discussion, the Legate closes his fan and tucks it into his belt. I will not command you to reveal the contents of your message, nor will I forbid you from delivering it. However, I will urge you to think twice before committing yourself to this path. The Empire needs its heroes now more than ever, and Falling Rain of the Bekhai stands high among them.
Having said his piece, the Legate turns around and leaves with his Chief Beardie, but the Seneschal remains behind. Waiting until theyre both out of sight, the Seneschal leans in close to look me in the eye and say what the Legate will not. Boy, feel honoured, for my young master has great plans in store for you. Think. Why would he award you with such a great honour, one never before bestowed upon an outsider? Surely youre not foolish enough to believe your strength warrants it?
It takes longer than Id like to admit to figure out what honour hes talking about, so unused to seeing Luo-Luos presence as a good thing. Well if I had to guess? Its because he knows the Bekhai and Akanai in particular have no interest in politics, which means improving my social standing and future prospects comes at little to no cost since Ill be unlikely to use it.
Smiling at my blunt reply, the Seneschal shrugs and replies, I wont lie and tell you youre wrong, but youre not entirely correct. My young master expects great things from you, even after seeing your reduced state. You must understand, Sinuji was meant to be our command post in the war against the Defiled, and once word of its destruction spreads, the peoples faith in the Empire will waver. We need heroes young and old to bolster their confidence and keep them from succumbing to despair, for every citizen who turns Defiled is one more threat brought to bear against us.
With a wary glance at Taduk, Guan Suo, and Gang Shu, the Seneschal gingerly places a hand on my shoulder and smiles. My young master believes none better suited for this than you, but it cannot happen if you leave now during this most critical of junctures. Remain in Nan Ping and my young master will raise you and the Bekhai to heights unheard of. You think yourself strong? There are young talents in the East who will put your skills to shame, but should you learn our secrets under the Imperial Protectors tutelage, which we can freely offer now that you are an Imperial Scion, you will rise up to surpass all others and truly become the number one talent in the Empire. More than that, your meteoric rise will leave the Empire in awe as you surpass your Mentor in two decades, and your Grand Mentor in three. Given time, you might even grow to become a Divinity yourself, a supreme warrior standing at the peak of the Martial Path, but only if you choose to stay. Leave, and we must offer this chance to another, but think twice before you do. The quickest way to raise a young warriors reputation is by treading upon yours. This is no threat, only the cold, hard truth, for such is life, my young friend, and though you are our first choice for this honour, never for a moment think you are our only choice.
...Wow. The Seneschals sales pitch is convincing, but Im not the wide-eyed youth I appear to be. He offers secrets and strength but makes no mention of cost or sacrifice. I dont see them offering Imperial secrets for free, not all of them at least. Theyll give me a small taste and my strength will rise by leaps and bounds, but then Ill plateau or reach a bottleneck and the Imperial Protector will have a solution, but not one he can share without consequence. An Oath of fealty, hell suggest, and Ill resist, but then he'll offer me another choice, a lesser Oath perhaps, or something else to prove myself. Slowly, but surely, theyll drag me deeper into their clutches until Im a warrior bound to obey the Legates will as surely as any slave, and Ill thank them every step of the way.
Raise me to Divinity? Maybe they will, but only if it serves their purpose.
Even knowing how things will likely turn out, I still find myself wanting to accept their offer. Not because I necessarily want the Legate as my backer, but mostly because I dont want him as my enemy. I dont trust him, but I dont mind working with him, so long as our goals are aligned. Offering them one more out, I swallow my trepidation and say, It is not my intention to refuse the Legates goodwill. I am grateful for all he has done, and were circumstances different, I would gladly do as you suggest. However, I stress, hoping he understands that the ball is in the Legates court, Failing this, I must stay true to my word and fulfill the Dharmapalas dying wish. I will travel with the utmost haste and endeavour to return as soon as possible, but if the Legate does as youve said and chooses a new partner to work with, then know that I will help in whatever way possible to smooth things along. I will bear no grudge for I know he acts with the Empires best interest in mind. Or at least I hope he does.
Disappointing. Shaking his head, the Seneschal says, I urge you to consult with your Mentor and Grand-Mentor before committing yourself to this path, for those who do not stand with us...
Like the Ancestral Bull, the Seneschal leaves the rest unsaid, but I complete it for him. Stand against us? Not always true. Some people only want to be left alone.
With a sad smile, the Seneschal turns away and leaves. Even if you mean it, he Sends, My young masters enemies might think to use you against us, and we cannot afford to let this happen. Blame your own talent, Falling Rain, for it makes you too dangerous to leave unchecked.
Burying my face in Taduks robes, I close my eyes and sigh.
Politics are the worst.
Well Teacher, I say, feigning a smile. Lets go tell Grand-Mentor the good news and see what she has to say.
Seriously though, I would really love it if someone older and wiser made this decision for me.
Chapter Meme
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Chapter 385
A withered, blackened husk is all that remains of the once bulky and enigmatic Monk, his body ravaged by the Demonic Gunk and his souls ultimate fate left unknown. A horrific and terrifying end, yet all I can think of is the Monks teary smile because I called him a coward and wishing I could take it back. He died because he was trying to protect me from the Confessor, and even though I resent him for giving up, I know how difficult it is to keep going in the face of abject failure. Hell, its not like thats the only reason he had for giving up, he saw the writing on the wall and accepted his fate with grace and aplomb while still resisting until the bitter end despite how futile it must have seemed. I didnt know him well, but he struck me as a flawed man doing his best to better himself and the world around him. It makes me wish I knew more about him, had trusted him sooner and listened to his advice or learned more about him. We only had one, real conversation together, but in that one exchange, he forced me to face a hard truth about myself and Ill always be grateful for his help.Updated from novelbIn.(c)om
Thank you and goodbye Mahakala. Hopefully, your struggles are at an end and youre resting peacefully in the arms of the Mother while awaiting your next turn at the wheel of life instead of being devoured by the feral Spectres and consigned to oblivion, or worse, joining their ranks like some zombified, ravenous ghost.
...
Well, thats a depressing thought.
With Taduks help, I grab the Monks inert Spiritual Spade and hop out the room, regretting my choice to sacrifice my right hand and foot. Not the sacrifice itself, since Id do it again if given the choice, only Id be smart about it and cut off my right hand and left foot instead of taking both from the same side. At least then Id be able to hobble around with a crutch, but alas, I am not a clever man. Doing my best to ignore all the confused stares, I leave it to Taduk to explain my disabled state, which he does with a simple statement. The Dharmapala has passed away, and the substance is much hazardous than I first suspected. Although it corrodes all manner of materials, it would appear it feeds primarily upon human flesh, or perhaps even Chi. Easy there, Rain my boy, there you go. Plopping me down on a bench beside the wall, Taduk gestures to GangShu and continues. After we left the room, the substances speed of replication increased exponentially and infected the boy here. Im uncertain if the timing is coincidental or if it was waiting for us to depart, but either way, this is a most troubling discovery.
How, pray tell, did it spread to his foot? Why did he take off his shoes in the first place? One Beardie seems utterly confused, but thankfully, everyone else ignores his question.
Stroking his beard alongside the rest of his look-a-likes, a second Beardie asks, Is there no way to combat this vile substance?
Having been warned by Taduk to keep Blobby and Pong Pongs existence secret, I keep my mouth shut as GangShu answers in my stead. Short of possessing an Elemental Spirit? Dont get hit, I suppose.
Well, at least now I know what to call Blobbys siblings, assuming I ever stumble across one. Id settle for Blobby back though. Stupid teardrop, running off at such an important time. I could have saved the Monk if Blobby was around, or if I hadnt rejected my first Awakening and had more time to practice, or...
Breathe, Rain. Breathe. No point playing this game. Things happened. You cant change it, so deal with it.
Grimacing at GangShus levity, a second Beardie chimes in. This is a national crisis, and you of all people should appreciate the gravity of the situation. If the Medical Saints hypothesis is correct then the Defiled are now in possession of a weapon which can kill a Divinity.
Is he calling the Monk a Divinity or is he speaking hypothetically? Cmon Beardie, be more clear about it.
An understatement, if anything. Withdrawing the copper vessel from his sleeve, the Legate gingerly places it on the table and the others instinctively recoil from its presence. If the boys scouts saw true, then this is a weapon which can be mass produced and wielded by commoners. Imagine an army of Defiled lobbing these canisters towards you, or Wraiths hidden in the shadows while waiting for you to lower your guard. Small wonder Zhu Chanzui and the Defiled care nothing for the treaty. This insidious weapon affords them every advantage in a battle of Divinities, and until proper countermeasures are in place, who would dare ride out to meet them?
The room falls silent as everyone considers the implications, myself included. Its funny, Ive been trying to find a way to even the odds and right the balance of power, but it looks like the Defiled beat me to it. I want to tell them about the Feral Spectres and what the Monk said about this gunk being Anathema and whatnot, but it would mean explaining how I ended up in the Monks Natal palace and he was pretty clear in warning me I should keep it a secret.
Wait... When he said this ability, was he talking about my Natal Palace diving thing, or the Devouring thing? Or maybe its the whole Water-Chi cleansing thing, or the Blobby thing... Dammit, I have too many secrets, be more specific with your final warnings! Well... whatever, one secret, four secrets, whats the difference?
The silence is broken as a teacup shatters in the fox-ladys grip, and she growls in frustration. If I had known things would turn out like this, she says, dabbing away at her soaked, ragged robes with a towel speedily provided by the Seneschal, Then Id have crushed that haggard mole-bitch like a bug.
Shaking his head, the half-bull says, Better had we heeded our absent friends advice and taken her hostage. There are still many questions to be answered.
Yea, like whos this mole-bitch and who are all of you? Also, where do I find the Abbot? That seems important, but more of a me thing as opposed to a group discussion.
Clenching his fist, the half-rhino speaks through gritted teeth. It matters not. The Enemy has broken the Treaty, and in doing so, they have sealed their fate. We stand on the side of righteousness and those who were once neutral will flock to our side, and together, we will destroy the Defiled once and for all. This substance will not be enough to save them from the iron fist of justice.
With another shrug, I stick to the truth. We dont have one, not really. He showed up a few days before the Conference began and told me he was here to act as my Dharmapala, along with everything else I just shared. I dont know why and if Im being honest, didnt entirely buy into it either, but he died trying to bring my poisoner to justice, so passing on a message is the least I could do. Sensing its now or never, I ask, Whos the Confessor and why is he trying to kill me?
Ignoring my question, Chief Beardie and the Legate exchange yet another glance, but the Seneschal is kind enough to provide an answer. You met his Disciple in Sanshu, Han BoLao. As for why he wants you dead, I imagine it has something to do with her death.
... Oh. I see. Please dont piss your pants in front of the Legate. Or while leaning on Taduk. He wont hold it against you, but its still embarrassing.
After a short and silent discussion, the Legate closes his fan and tucks it into his belt. I will not command you to reveal the contents of your message, nor will I forbid you from delivering it. However, I will urge you to think twice before committing yourself to this path. The Empire needs its heroes now more than ever, and Falling Rain of the Bekhai stands high among them.
Having said his piece, the Legate turns around and leaves with his Chief Beardie, but the Seneschal remains behind. Waiting until theyre both out of sight, the Seneschal leans in close to look me in the eye and say what the Legate will not. Boy, feel honoured, for my young master has great plans in store for you. Think. Why would he award you with such a great honour, one never before bestowed upon an outsider? Surely youre not foolish enough to believe your strength warrants it?
It takes longer than Id like to admit to figure out what honour hes talking about, so unused to seeing Luo-Luos presence as a good thing. Well if I had to guess? Its because he knows the Bekhai and Akanai in particular have no interest in politics, which means improving my social standing and future prospects comes at little to no cost since Ill be unlikely to use it.
Smiling at my blunt reply, the Seneschal shrugs and replies, I wont lie and tell you youre wrong, but youre not entirely correct. My young master expects great things from you, even after seeing your reduced state. You must understand, Sinuji was meant to be our command post in the war against the Defiled, and once word of its destruction spreads, the peoples faith in the Empire will waver. We need heroes young and old to bolster their confidence and keep them from succumbing to despair, for every citizen who turns Defiled is one more threat brought to bear against us.
With a wary glance at Taduk, Guan Suo, and Gang Shu, the Seneschal gingerly places a hand on my shoulder and smiles. My young master believes none better suited for this than you, but it cannot happen if you leave now during this most critical of junctures. Remain in Nan Ping and my young master will raise you and the Bekhai to heights unheard of. You think yourself strong? There are young talents in the East who will put your skills to shame, but should you learn our secrets under the Imperial Protectors tutelage, which we can freely offer now that you are an Imperial Scion, you will rise up to surpass all others and truly become the number one talent in the Empire. More than that, your meteoric rise will leave the Empire in awe as you surpass your Mentor in two decades, and your Grand Mentor in three. Given time, you might even grow to become a Divinity yourself, a supreme warrior standing at the peak of the Martial Path, but only if you choose to stay. Leave, and we must offer this chance to another, but think twice before you do. The quickest way to raise a young warriors reputation is by treading upon yours. This is no threat, only the cold, hard truth, for such is life, my young friend, and though you are our first choice for this honour, never for a moment think you are our only choice.
...Wow. The Seneschals sales pitch is convincing, but Im not the wide-eyed youth I appear to be. He offers secrets and strength but makes no mention of cost or sacrifice. I dont see them offering Imperial secrets for free, not all of them at least. Theyll give me a small taste and my strength will rise by leaps and bounds, but then Ill plateau or reach a bottleneck and the Imperial Protector will have a solution, but not one he can share without consequence. An Oath of fealty, hell suggest, and Ill resist, but then he'll offer me another choice, a lesser Oath perhaps, or something else to prove myself. Slowly, but surely, theyll drag me deeper into their clutches until Im a warrior bound to obey the Legates will as surely as any slave, and Ill thank them every step of the way.
Raise me to Divinity? Maybe they will, but only if it serves their purpose.
Even knowing how things will likely turn out, I still find myself wanting to accept their offer. Not because I necessarily want the Legate as my backer, but mostly because I dont want him as my enemy. I dont trust him, but I dont mind working with him, so long as our goals are aligned. Offering them one more out, I swallow my trepidation and say, It is not my intention to refuse the Legates goodwill. I am grateful for all he has done, and were circumstances different, I would gladly do as you suggest. However, I stress, hoping he understands that the ball is in the Legates court, Failing this, I must stay true to my word and fulfill the Dharmapalas dying wish. I will travel with the utmost haste and endeavour to return as soon as possible, but if the Legate does as youve said and chooses a new partner to work with, then know that I will help in whatever way possible to smooth things along. I will bear no grudge for I know he acts with the Empires best interest in mind. Or at least I hope he does.
Disappointing. Shaking his head, the Seneschal says, I urge you to consult with your Mentor and Grand-Mentor before committing yourself to this path, for those who do not stand with us...
Like the Ancestral Bull, the Seneschal leaves the rest unsaid, but I complete it for him. Stand against us? Not always true. Some people only want to be left alone.
With a sad smile, the Seneschal turns away and leaves. Even if you mean it, he Sends, My young masters enemies might think to use you against us, and we cannot afford to let this happen. Blame your own talent, Falling Rain, for it makes you too dangerous to leave unchecked.
Burying my face in Taduks robes, I close my eyes and sigh.
Politics are the worst.
Well Teacher, I say, feigning a smile. Lets go tell Grand-Mentor the good news and see what she has to say.
Seriously though, I would really love it if someone older and wiser made this decision for me.
Chapter Meme
Chapter 385A withered, blackened husk is all that remains of the once bulky and enigmatic Monk, his body ravaged by the Demonic Gunk and his souls ultimate fate left unknown. A horrific and terrifying end, yet all I can think of is the Monks teary smile because I called him a coward and wishing I could take it back. He died because he was trying to protect me from the Confessor, and even though I resent him for giving up, I know how difficult it is to keep going in the face of abject failure. Hell, its not like thats the only reason he had for giving up, he saw the writing on the wall and accepted his fate with grace and aplomb while still resisting until the bitter end despite how futile it must have seemed. I didnt know him well, but he struck me as a flawed man doing his best to better himself and the world around him. It makes me wish I knew more about him, had trusted him sooner and listened to his advice or learned more about him. We only had one, real conversation together, but in that one exchange, he forced me to face a hard truth about myself and Ill always be grateful for his help.Updated from novelbIn.comThank you and goodbye Mahakala. Hopefully, your struggles are at an end and youre resting peacefully in the arms of the Mother while awaiting your next turn at the wheel of life instead of being devoured by the feral Spectres and consigned to oblivion, or worse, joining their ranks like some zombified, ravenous ghost....Well, thats a depressing thought.With Taduks help, I grab the Monks inert Spiritual Spade and hop out the room, regretting my choice to sacrifice my right hand and foot. Not the sacrifice itself, since Id do it again if given the choice, only Id be smart about it and cut off my right hand and left foot instead of taking both from the same side. At least then Id be able to hobble around with a crutch, but alas, I am not a clever man. Doing my best to ignore all the confused stares, I leave it to Taduk to explain my disabled state, which he does with a simple statement. The Dharmapala has passed away, and the substance is much hazardous than I first suspected. Although it corrodes all manner of materials, it would appear it feeds primarily upon human flesh, or perhaps even Chi. Easy there, Rain my boy, there you go. Plopping me down on a bench beside the wall, Taduk gestures to GangShu and continues. After we left the room, the substances speed of replication increased exponentially and infected the boy here. Im uncertain if the timing is coincidental or if it was waiting for us to depart, but either way, this is a most troubling discovery.How, pray tell, did it spread to his foot? Why did he take off his shoes in the first place? One Beardie seems utterly confused, but thankfully, everyone else ignores his question.Stroking his beard alongside the rest of his look-a-likes, a second Beardie asks, Is there no way to combat this vile substance?Having been warned by Taduk to keep Blobby and Pong Pongs existence secret, I keep my mouth shut as GangShu answers in my stead. Short of possessing an Elemental Spirit? Dont get hit, I suppose.Well, at least now I know what to call Blobbys siblings, assuming I ever stumble across one. Id settle for Blobby back though. Stupid teardrop, running off at such an important time. I could have saved the Monk if Blobby was around, or if I hadnt rejected my first Awakening and had more time to practice, or...Breathe, Rain. Breathe. No point playing this game. Things happened. You cant change it, so deal with it.Grimacing at GangShus levity, a second Beardie chimes in. This is a national crisis, and you of all people should appreciate the gravity of the situation. If the Medical Saints hypothesis is correct then the Defiled are now in possession of a weapon which can kill a Divinity.Is he calling the Monk a Divinity or is he speaking hypothetically? Cmon Beardie, be more clear about it.An understatement, if anything. Withdrawing the copper vessel from his sleeve, the Legate gingerly places it on the table and the others instinctively recoil from its presence. If the boys scouts saw true, then this is a weapon which can be mass produced and wielded by commoners. Imagine an army of Defiled lobbing these canisters towards you, or Wraiths hidden in the shadows while waiting for you to lower your guard. Small wonder Zhu Chanzui and the Defiled care nothing for the treaty. This insidious weapon affords them every advantage in a battle of Divinities, and until proper countermeasures are in place, who would dare ride out to meet them?The room falls silent as everyone considers the implications, myself included. Its funny, Ive been trying to find a way to even the odds and right the balance of power, but it looks like the Defiled beat me to it. I want to tell them about the Feral Spectres and what the Monk said about this gunk being Anathema and whatnot, but it would mean explaining how I ended up in the Monks Natal palace and he was pretty clear in warning me I should keep it a secret.Wait... When he said this ability, was he talking about my Natal Palace diving thing, or the Devouring thing? Or maybe its the whole Water-Chi cleansing thing, or the Blobby thing... Dammit, I have too many secrets, be more specific with your final warnings! Well... whatever, one secret, four secrets, whats the difference?The silence is broken as a teacup shatters in the fox-ladys grip, and she growls in frustration. If I had known things would turn out like this, she says, dabbing away at her soaked, ragged robes with a towel speedily provided by the Seneschal, Then Id have crushed that haggard mole-bitch like a bug.Shaking his head, the half-bull says, Better had we heeded our absent friends advice and taken her hostage. There are still many questions to be answered.Yea, like whos this mole-bitch and who are all of you? Also, where do I find the Abbot? That seems important, but more of a me thing as opposed to a group discussion.Clenching his fist, the half-rhino speaks through gritted teeth. It matters not. The Enemy has broken the Treaty, and in doing so, they have sealed their fate. We stand on the side of righteousness and those who were once neutral will flock to our side, and together, we will destroy the Defiled once and for all. This substance will not be enough to save them from the iron fist of justice.With another shrug, I stick to the truth. We dont have one, not really. He showed up a few days before the Conference began and told me he was here to act as my Dharmapala, along with everything else I just shared. I dont know why and if Im being honest, didnt entirely buy into it either, but he died trying to bring my poisoner to justice, so passing on a message is the least I could do. Sensing its now or never, I ask, Whos the Confessor and why is he trying to kill me?Ignoring my question, Chief Beardie and the Legate exchange yet another glance, but the Seneschal is kind enough to provide an answer. You met his Disciple in Sanshu, Han BoLao. As for why he wants you dead, I imagine it has something to do with her death.... Oh. I see. Please dont piss your pants in front of the Legate. Or while leaning on Taduk. He wont hold it against you, but its still embarrassing.After a short and silent discussion, the Legate closes his fan and tucks it into his belt. I will not command you to reveal the contents of your message, nor will I forbid you from delivering it. However, I will urge you to think twice before committing yourself to this path. The Empire needs its heroes now more than ever, and Falling Rain of the Bekhai stands high among them.Having said his piece, the Legate turns around and leaves with his Chief Beardie, but the Seneschal remains behind. Waiting until theyre both out of sight, the Seneschal leans in close to look me in the eye and say what the Legate will not. Boy, feel honoured, for my young master has great plans in store for you. Think. Why would he award you with such a great honour, one never before bestowed upon an outsider? Surely youre not foolish enough to believe your strength warrants it?It takes longer than Id like to admit to figure out what honour hes talking about, so unused to seeing Luo-Luos presence as a good thing. Well if I had to guess? Its because he knows the Bekhai and Akanai in particular have no interest in politics, which means improving my social standing and future prospects comes at little to no cost since Ill be unlikely to use it.Smiling at my blunt reply, the Seneschal shrugs and replies, I wont lie and tell you youre wrong, but youre not entirely correct. My young master expects great things from you, even after seeing your reduced state. You must understand, Sinuji was meant to be our command post in the war against the Defiled, and once word of its destruction spreads, the peoples faith in the Empire will waver. We need heroes young and old to bolster their confidence and keep them from succumbing to despair, for every citizen who turns Defiled is one more threat brought to bear against us.With a wary glance at Taduk, Guan Suo, and Gang Shu, the Seneschal gingerly places a hand on my shoulder and smiles. My young master believes none better suited for this than you, but it cannot happen if you leave now during this most critical of junctures. Remain in Nan Ping and my young master will raise you and the Bekhai to heights unheard of. You think yourself strong? There are young talents in the East who will put your skills to shame, but should you learn our secrets under the Imperial Protectors tutelage, which we can freely offer now that you are an Imperial Scion, you will rise up to surpass all others and truly become the number one talent in the Empire. More than that, your meteoric rise will leave the Empire in awe as you surpass your Mentor in two decades, and your Grand Mentor in three. Given time, you might even grow to become a Divinity yourself, a supreme warrior standing at the peak of the Martial Path, but only if you choose to stay. Leave, and we must offer this chance to another, but think twice before you do. The quickest way to raise a young warriors reputation is by treading upon yours. This is no threat, only the cold, hard truth, for such is life, my young friend, and though you are our first choice for this honour, never for a moment think you are our only choice....Wow. The Seneschals sales pitch is convincing, but Im not the wide-eyed youth I appear to be. He offers secrets and strength but makes no mention of cost or sacrifice. I dont see them offering Imperial secrets for free, not all of them at least. Theyll give me a small taste and my strength will rise by leaps and bounds, but then Ill plateau or reach a bottleneck and the Imperial Protector will have a solution, but not one he can share without consequence. An Oath of fealty, hell suggest, and Ill resist, but then he'll offer me another choice, a lesser Oath perhaps, or something else to prove myself. Slowly, but surely, theyll drag me deeper into their clutches until Im a warrior bound to obey the Legates will as surely as any slave, and Ill thank them every step of the way.Raise me to Divinity? Maybe they will, but only if it serves their purpose.Even knowing how things will likely turn out, I still find myself wanting to accept their offer. Not because I necessarily want the Legate as my backer, but mostly because I dont want him as my enemy. I dont trust him, but I dont mind working with him, so long as our goals are aligned. Offering them one more out, I swallow my trepidation and say, It is not my intention to refuse the Legates goodwill. I am grateful for all he has done, and were circumstances different, I would gladly do as you suggest. However, I stress, hoping he understands that the ball is in the Legates court, Failing this, I must stay true to my word and fulfill the Dharmapalas dying wish. I will travel with the utmost haste and endeavour to return as soon as possible, but if the Legate does as youve said and chooses a new partner to work with, then know that I will help in whatever way possible to smooth things along. I will bear no grudge for I know he acts with the Empires best interest in mind. Or at least I hope he does.Disappointing. Shaking his head, the Seneschal says, I urge you to consult with your Mentor and Grand-Mentor before committing yourself to this path, for those who do not stand with us...Like the Ancestral Bull, the Seneschal leaves the rest unsaid, but I complete it for him. Stand against us? Not always true. Some people only want to be left alone.With a sad smile, the Seneschal turns away and leaves. Even if you mean it, he Sends, My young masters enemies might think to use you against us, and we cannot afford to let this happen. Blame your own talent, Falling Rain, for it makes you too dangerous to leave unchecked.Burying my face in Taduks robes, I close my eyes and sigh.Politics are the worst.Well Teacher, I say, feigning a smile. Lets go tell Grand-Mentor the good news and see what she has to say.Seriously though, I would really love it if someone older and wiser made this decision for me.Chapter Meme
