Chapter 517
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Chapter 517
I dont get it. Its been an entire month since I was sentenced, so why isnt anyone talking about my plight?
Unable to meet Falling Rains anxious gaze, Nian Zu absently stroked his beard while staring into his cup, unconsciously seeking the answer in the tea leaves floating within. Not that he believed those charlatan fortune tellers who claimed they could divine Heavens Will from the patterns left in the world, whether it be through reading tea leaves, palms, faces, or fallen sticks, but alas, how else was he supposed to answer the boys question?
By all rights, the bars and whorehouses of the Empire should have been bristling with gossip over the injustice directed towards their former Number One Talent, but sadly, the publics respect and adoration was short-lived. Out of sight and out of mind, few cared to comment on Falling Rains situation and cared even less about whether his punishment was warranted or his penance just. Granted, the boy wasnt talking about public opinion as his question was directed towards a more specific subset of Imperial citizens, respectively those like Nian Zu himself who had the power to help the boy out of this quandary. Worse, the boy only believed Nian Zus peers would help him because Nian Zu himself had assured it, for the Disciplinary Corps blatant abuse of power went well past the Imperial Armys bottom line. Justicars were meant to be the impartial mediators of the Imperial Army, but if a hero such as Falling Rain couldnt secure fair judgment, what hope did a common soldier have of receiving it? If they couldnt trust in the Justicars, soldiers would be pressured to take justice into their own hands and chaos would soon follow.
How could the Justicars be so short-sighted as to not see this was a disaster in the making? And worse, Nian Zu feared there was more to come, for Falling Rain was still sitting pretty on the front lines and garnering support faster than he would have ever believed. Deflating with a sigh, Nian Zu felt his hundred years weighing heavily upon his weary shoulders, and not for the first time. I dont know, he said, sounding as helpless as he felt. By all rights, there should be a line of Generals waiting to speak with the Legate regarding this outrage, but thus far, none care to even try. Officially, every report and message Ive sent has been received and responded to, yet they make no promises and take no actions. My peers sit silent while the Legate twiddles his thumbs and delays instead of publicly supporting his subordinate. Its clear as day that keeping you and your people here on the front lines is a waste of valuable resources, but famed Colonel Generals around the Empire would rather kowtow to a corrupt Disciplinary Corps than stand against injustice. I understand Mitsue Juichis silence, but what of Shuai Jiao and Ryo Dae Jung? They spoke up for your ally Colonel Hongji after the last fiasco in Sinuji, but now they tuck tail and turn their heads when they should be loudest. What of the Colonel Generals of the South? As I understand things, they are subservient to their Marshal, but Yuzhen tells me youve made many a trade deal with Marshal Quyen Huong and continue to work with him even now, so why will he not allow his Colonel Generals to speak in your favour?
If only I knew...
Seeing Rains defeated expression, Nian Zu swallowed his pride and patted the boys shoulder ever so gently, worried the unfamiliar action might accidentally injure his gaunt and crippled frame. Im sorry, boy. This old mans word no longer holds the same weight it did in past years, else I wager youd have been back in the citadel a week ago.
A point which had been repeatedly made clear ever since new years day passed and he turned a hundred years old. At ninety-nine, Nian Zu stood at the forefront of his peers, a Warrior who could guarantee victory or at least a draw in one of three matches should a dispute ever come to trial by combat, but now he was less than nothing, a mere ant to be crushed by ancient half-beasts and monstrous elders like the Abbot sitting at the table with them. All things are impermanent, Nian Zu could almost hear the wizened, presumed Divinity say, Strength and fame are no different.nove(l)bi(n.)com
Faced with this news, a lesser man might have succumbed to anger or despair, but Rain pushed past his misgivings and gave a wry but amiable smile. Dont be so hard on yourself. This isnt your fault, he said, seeking to console Nian Zu even as he was being consoled. Youve already put your life and career on the line to even be here to protect me, so it shouldnt come as a surprise that others are distancing themselves.
Untrue, but the boy didnt know it. Since Nian Zus part in Sinuji was one of neutral observer, his career would be unaffected by his actions here, and even then hed only agreed to do so at Yuzhens behest. He still had yet to reveal all the tiles concealed in his hand and had been reluctant to do so on Rains behalf, but after a month of keeping the boy company in Sinuji, he was ready to call in every chit he had to keep Rain alive, and this time for reasons all of his own. The boys bright smile being one of them, possessed with a boyish delight which Nian Zu wouldnt have expected to find in a young Martial Warrior like Rain. Most men his age would do everything in their power to seem stoic, independent, and mature so as to be taken seriously by their elders, but not Rain. Instead, he cuddled and frolicked with his pets in plain sight and was all too happy to lean on his women for aid, adapting to his crippled lifestyle with minimal discontent. His willingness to show weakness and nonchalant displays of intimacy undoubtedly played a great part in why so many women flocked to his side, as even Nian Zu was almost charmed by his uncharacteristic warmth, empathy, and affection, a rare combination of virtues in their shared profession.
And make no mistake, crippled or otherwise, Falling Rain was a warrior born, which made it all the more infuriating to see his talents wasted here in Sinuji. Ill make the others see, Nian Zu growled, putting his teacup down before he accidentally crushed it in frustration. And if they refuse, then Ill bring you back to the citadel myself and demand the Legate make things right. Old and worn this old dog might be, but the Empire will soon learn he still has teeth.
No need to make a big fuss about it. Refilling Nian Zus teacup and then the Abbots in gross disregard of proper manners, Rain shrugged and said, As much as Id like to go home and see my family, the truth is, theyre safer with me here. Besides, excluding travel time, weve been on the front lines for thirty-two days now, which is more than half my old record and longer than most normal soldiers would serve without respite. The longer were here, the more public opinion will sway in our favour, for then the Disciplinary Corps abuse of power will be clear to all. Even slaves and faceless soldiers like myself deserve time off, if only to keep the Father from sinking his clawed fingers into our souls and we become a danger to all around us.
There was a hint of mockery in the boys tone which Nian Zu had grown accustomed to hearing whenever he spoke of such matters, but as a man who rarely acknowledged the theological aspects of life, Nian Zu left it to the frowning Abbot to sort the boy out later. Still, as a publicly acclaimed Chosen Son of the Mother and attendant to the Guardian Turtle, his blatant scorn of religion would only alienate his most die-hard supporters, but Nian Zu suspected Rain wasnt one to play politics.
One look was enough for Nian Zu to tell they werent Bekhai trained, because if they were then he wouldve never spotted them, but even then he was highly impressed with what he saw. A shame Rain refused to tell him where they were trained, because Nian Zu would have loved to win over a faction who could spare more than a dozen Experts dedicated enough to stand guard over a crippled youth, and with frightening commitment to boot. While off-duty, Nian Zu had spotted more than one of those shadowy protectors watching Rain with fervent devotion bordering on outright reverence, marking them as faithful devotees of the Mother who were all too happy to serve Her Chosen Son.
Religious zealots were something of a double-edged sword, which was why Nian Zu approved of the Abbots presence beside the boy, but despite having the highest ranking monk of the Penitent Brotherhood at his side, a bevy of devotees shadowing his every move, and the Guardian Turtle literally at his beck and call, Rain had yet to show a single speck of religious piety towards the Mother Above. Truly a difficult child to work with, but a promising one nonetheless, because even if he never recovered to become a Martial Warrior once again, he could still serve as a figurehead for devotees around the Empire, an accomplished merchant, inventor, and future Lieutenant Marshal, or even as a talented teacher if the success of Dastan and his retinue could truly be attributed to Rains guidance.
Though still hale and healthy enough to fight for hours without rest, at Nian Zus age, falling asleep was a more difficult process than he liked to admit. He spent most of his nights in quiet meditation, seeking Insight from the Heavens not in hopes of breaking through to Divinity, but rather scouring his thoughts for clues on how to progress along the Martial Path. Peak Expert he might be, but there was a vast difference between Warriors like himself, Du Min Gyu, and even the famed Shuai Jiao of Central, compared to the lofty beings at Rains side, like the Abbot, Ascendant GangShu, and Smiling Slaughterer Guan Suo. The lack of knowledge was worse than being stuck and unable to proceed, but Nian Zu never let past failures get in the way of future successes, so he continued to persevere despite the complete lack of hope.
When he finally fell asleep, it was long past midnight, but the sun had yet to rise before he opened his eyes once again, feeling refreshed as he ever felt these days. Ignoring the aches and creaks of his aged body, he got dressed and shuffled out his tent for an early breakfast before heading off to the sparring fields to see what budding talent might catch his eye today. The Defiled attacks had grown somewhat lacklustre of late, which in part attributed to the one-hundred percent survival rate of Dastan and his comrades, but even then, few soldiers cared to waste energy on spars while serving on the front lines. Not so with the Khishigs, for they showed up in droves day in and day out regardless of weather or circumstances. To the Bekhai, the Martial Path was less about being a soldier or warrior, but rather a way of life, and considering he still had yet to see through the depths of the Bekhais strength, it would seem this mindset served them well.
The field was understandably empty when he first arrived, as it was still too dark to see without torchlight. As the sun rose, so too did the soldiers of Sinuji, and the first visitor to the field was a familiar face, GangShus half-rat child and infamous bandit of Sanshu, Hangman Jorani. Strange for a bandit to be so disciplined, but Nian Zu knew it suited young Jorani well, another recently advanced Expert whose progress was nothing short of astounding. Next to arrive were Li Song and Rustram, and the unlikely pair set to sparring with barely a word as the outmatched former soldier put up a good fight against the half-cats flashing sabre and consummate skills. More Khishigs trickled in by ones and twos, and Nian Zu idled away his time watching the next generation of talents hone their abilities, much like other men his age liked to watch birds and other wildlife.
Such was life for Situ Nian Zu these days, a man without close friends or loving family to distract him. A boon throughout his long career as a soldier serving in exile from Clan and Society, but during these cold, lonely days, he sometimes dreamed about what might have been if things had gone differently in his youth. What if he had swallowed his pride, taken a wife, and fathered a child of his own? What would his son or daughter be like now? Or what if he and DuYi had possessed the courage and resolve to admit their love to the world at large? It wouldve meant the end of both their careers for certain since it went against the filial values the Empire held in such high esteem, as nothing could be more unfilial than refusing to propagate the family line, but there were enough of these cut-sleeve relationships going on in secret amongst civilians and nobility that one more wouldnt be anything of note.
Suppressing a sigh, he moved to leave and check in on the incompetent Lieutenant Colonel Mitsue Watanabe, but paused his steps as he noticed a commotion on the sparring field. Falling Rain had arrived to greet his men and cheer them on from the side, but the clamour wasnt because of his presence, but rather due to the beauty beside him. Dressed in Khishig leathers which clung tightly to her voluptuous body, even Nian Zu had to admit Consort Zheng Luo made for an appealing sight, and to the sex-starved soldiers of Sinuji, one almost too tantalizing to resist.
With her Spiritual Weapon in hand, Consort Zheng Luo took the field to spar against yet another beauty, Baatars half-tiger daughter Alsantset, and Nian Zu almost left in a huff. Hed seen Zheng Luo Demonstrate the Forms, and to his trained eye, her movements were all style without substance, more dance than drill and wholly useless to a true Warrior. Not surprising since shed been trained as an Imperial Servant rather than a Royal Guardian or Death Corps soldier, so Nian Zu was confused as to why Baatars daughter would waste so much time guiding a mere consort over the past few weeks, especially one responsible for Falling Rains current political woes.
Curiosity winning over disdain, Nian Zu decided to stick around a little longer to watch their match. Fashioned out of glossy, dark obsidian like so many of the Bekhais newer Spiritual Weapons, Zheng Luos sceptre was much like herself, pretty to look at but largely useless, too long in the haft and almost too heavy for the Imperial Consorts trembling arms. A pretty face carrying a pretty weapon, it was no mystery why the soldiers gathered in droves to watch her spar, especially when her opponent was an exotic beauty herself, but that was all.
Or so Nian Zu thought, right up until Alsantset and Zheng Luos first exchange, at which point he had to admit that perhaps there might be more to the propaganda attesting to Imperial superiority than he previously thought. How had he not seen the girls potential before this? With age came supposed wisdom, but in truth, Nian Zu felt he could barely keep up with these talented youths crawling out of the woodwork.
Truly, heroes arent born, but created in times of strife and struggles. What this said about the future well Nian Zu prayed these young heroes would rise to the occasion, for it was clear his strength and wisdom were both sorely lacking.
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Chapter 517
I dont get it. Its been an entire month since I was sentenced, so why isnt anyone talking about my plight?
Unable to meet Falling Rains anxious gaze, Nian Zu absently stroked his beard while staring into his cup, unconsciously seeking the answer in the tea leaves floating within. Not that he believed those charlatan fortune tellers who claimed they could divine Heavens Will from the patterns left in the world, whether it be through reading tea leaves, palms, faces, or fallen sticks, but alas, how else was he supposed to answer the boys question?
By all rights, the bars and whorehouses of the Empire should have been bristling with gossip over the injustice directed towards their former Number One Talent, but sadly, the publics respect and adoration was short-lived. Out of sight and out of mind, few cared to comment on Falling Rains situation and cared even less about whether his punishment was warranted or his penance just. Granted, the boy wasnt talking about public opinion as his question was directed towards a more specific subset of Imperial citizens, respectively those like Nian Zu himself who had the power to help the boy out of this quandary. Worse, the boy only believed Nian Zus peers would help him because Nian Zu himself had assured it, for the Disciplinary Corps blatant abuse of power went well past the Imperial Armys bottom line. Justicars were meant to be the impartial mediators of the Imperial Army, but if a hero such as Falling Rain couldnt secure fair judgment, what hope did a common soldier have of receiving it? If they couldnt trust in the Justicars, soldiers would be pressured to take justice into their own hands and chaos would soon follow.
How could the Justicars be so short-sighted as to not see this was a disaster in the making? And worse, Nian Zu feared there was more to come, for Falling Rain was still sitting pretty on the front lines and garnering support faster than he would have ever believed. Deflating with a sigh, Nian Zu felt his hundred years weighing heavily upon his weary shoulders, and not for the first time. I dont know, he said, sounding as helpless as he felt. By all rights, there should be a line of Generals waiting to speak with the Legate regarding this outrage, but thus far, none care to even try. Officially, every report and message Ive sent has been received and responded to, yet they make no promises and take no actions. My peers sit silent while the Legate twiddles his thumbs and delays instead of publicly supporting his subordinate. Its clear as day that keeping you and your people here on the front lines is a waste of valuable resources, but famed Colonel Generals around the Empire would rather kowtow to a corrupt Disciplinary Corps than stand against injustice. I understand Mitsue Juichis silence, but what of Shuai Jiao and Ryo Dae Jung? They spoke up for your ally Colonel Hongji after the last fiasco in Sinuji, but now they tuck tail and turn their heads when they should be loudest. What of the Colonel Generals of the South? As I understand things, they are subservient to their Marshal, but Yuzhen tells me youve made many a trade deal with Marshal Quyen Huong and continue to work with him even now, so why will he not allow his Colonel Generals to speak in your favour?
If only I knew...
Seeing Rains defeated expression, Nian Zu swallowed his pride and patted the boys shoulder ever so gently, worried the unfamiliar action might accidentally injure his gaunt and crippled frame. Im sorry, boy. This old mans word no longer holds the same weight it did in past years, else I wager youd have been back in the citadel a week ago.
A point which had been repeatedly made clear ever since new years day passed and he turned a hundred years old. At ninety-nine, Nian Zu stood at the forefront of his peers, a Warrior who could guarantee victory or at least a draw in one of three matches should a dispute ever come to trial by combat, but now he was less than nothing, a mere ant to be crushed by ancient half-beasts and monstrous elders like the Abbot sitting at the table with them. All things are impermanent, Nian Zu could almost hear the wizened, presumed Divinity say, Strength and fame are no different.nove(l)bi(n.)com
Faced with this news, a lesser man might have succumbed to anger or despair, but Rain pushed past his misgivings and gave a wry but amiable smile. Dont be so hard on yourself. This isnt your fault, he said, seeking to console Nian Zu even as he was being consoled. Youve already put your life and career on the line to even be here to protect me, so it shouldnt come as a surprise that others are distancing themselves.
Untrue, but the boy didnt know it. Since Nian Zus part in Sinuji was one of neutral observer, his career would be unaffected by his actions here, and even then hed only agreed to do so at Yuzhens behest. He still had yet to reveal all the tiles concealed in his hand and had been reluctant to do so on Rains behalf, but after a month of keeping the boy company in Sinuji, he was ready to call in every chit he had to keep Rain alive, and this time for reasons all of his own. The boys bright smile being one of them, possessed with a boyish delight which Nian Zu wouldnt have expected to find in a young Martial Warrior like Rain. Most men his age would do everything in their power to seem stoic, independent, and mature so as to be taken seriously by their elders, but not Rain. Instead, he cuddled and frolicked with his pets in plain sight and was all too happy to lean on his women for aid, adapting to his crippled lifestyle with minimal discontent. His willingness to show weakness and nonchalant displays of intimacy undoubtedly played a great part in why so many women flocked to his side, as even Nian Zu was almost charmed by his uncharacteristic warmth, empathy, and affection, a rare combination of virtues in their shared profession.
And make no mistake, crippled or otherwise, Falling Rain was a warrior born, which made it all the more infuriating to see his talents wasted here in Sinuji. Ill make the others see, Nian Zu growled, putting his teacup down before he accidentally crushed it in frustration. And if they refuse, then Ill bring you back to the citadel myself and demand the Legate make things right. Old and worn this old dog might be, but the Empire will soon learn he still has teeth.
No need to make a big fuss about it. Refilling Nian Zus teacup and then the Abbots in gross disregard of proper manners, Rain shrugged and said, As much as Id like to go home and see my family, the truth is, theyre safer with me here. Besides, excluding travel time, weve been on the front lines for thirty-two days now, which is more than half my old record and longer than most normal soldiers would serve without respite. The longer were here, the more public opinion will sway in our favour, for then the Disciplinary Corps abuse of power will be clear to all. Even slaves and faceless soldiers like myself deserve time off, if only to keep the Father from sinking his clawed fingers into our souls and we become a danger to all around us.
There was a hint of mockery in the boys tone which Nian Zu had grown accustomed to hearing whenever he spoke of such matters, but as a man who rarely acknowledged the theological aspects of life, Nian Zu left it to the frowning Abbot to sort the boy out later. Still, as a publicly acclaimed Chosen Son of the Mother and attendant to the Guardian Turtle, his blatant scorn of religion would only alienate his most die-hard supporters, but Nian Zu suspected Rain wasnt one to play politics.
One look was enough for Nian Zu to tell they werent Bekhai trained, because if they were then he wouldve never spotted them, but even then he was highly impressed with what he saw. A shame Rain refused to tell him where they were trained, because Nian Zu would have loved to win over a faction who could spare more than a dozen Experts dedicated enough to stand guard over a crippled youth, and with frightening commitment to boot. While off-duty, Nian Zu had spotted more than one of those shadowy protectors watching Rain with fervent devotion bordering on outright reverence, marking them as faithful devotees of the Mother who were all too happy to serve Her Chosen Son.
Religious zealots were something of a double-edged sword, which was why Nian Zu approved of the Abbots presence beside the boy, but despite having the highest ranking monk of the Penitent Brotherhood at his side, a bevy of devotees shadowing his every move, and the Guardian Turtle literally at his beck and call, Rain had yet to show a single speck of religious piety towards the Mother Above. Truly a difficult child to work with, but a promising one nonetheless, because even if he never recovered to become a Martial Warrior once again, he could still serve as a figurehead for devotees around the Empire, an accomplished merchant, inventor, and future Lieutenant Marshal, or even as a talented teacher if the success of Dastan and his retinue could truly be attributed to Rains guidance.
Though still hale and healthy enough to fight for hours without rest, at Nian Zus age, falling asleep was a more difficult process than he liked to admit. He spent most of his nights in quiet meditation, seeking Insight from the Heavens not in hopes of breaking through to Divinity, but rather scouring his thoughts for clues on how to progress along the Martial Path. Peak Expert he might be, but there was a vast difference between Warriors like himself, Du Min Gyu, and even the famed Shuai Jiao of Central, compared to the lofty beings at Rains side, like the Abbot, Ascendant GangShu, and Smiling Slaughterer Guan Suo. The lack of knowledge was worse than being stuck and unable to proceed, but Nian Zu never let past failures get in the way of future successes, so he continued to persevere despite the complete lack of hope.
When he finally fell asleep, it was long past midnight, but the sun had yet to rise before he opened his eyes once again, feeling refreshed as he ever felt these days. Ignoring the aches and creaks of his aged body, he got dressed and shuffled out his tent for an early breakfast before heading off to the sparring fields to see what budding talent might catch his eye today. The Defiled attacks had grown somewhat lacklustre of late, which in part attributed to the one-hundred percent survival rate of Dastan and his comrades, but even then, few soldiers cared to waste energy on spars while serving on the front lines. Not so with the Khishigs, for they showed up in droves day in and day out regardless of weather or circumstances. To the Bekhai, the Martial Path was less about being a soldier or warrior, but rather a way of life, and considering he still had yet to see through the depths of the Bekhais strength, it would seem this mindset served them well.
The field was understandably empty when he first arrived, as it was still too dark to see without torchlight. As the sun rose, so too did the soldiers of Sinuji, and the first visitor to the field was a familiar face, GangShus half-rat child and infamous bandit of Sanshu, Hangman Jorani. Strange for a bandit to be so disciplined, but Nian Zu knew it suited young Jorani well, another recently advanced Expert whose progress was nothing short of astounding. Next to arrive were Li Song and Rustram, and the unlikely pair set to sparring with barely a word as the outmatched former soldier put up a good fight against the half-cats flashing sabre and consummate skills. More Khishigs trickled in by ones and twos, and Nian Zu idled away his time watching the next generation of talents hone their abilities, much like other men his age liked to watch birds and other wildlife.
Such was life for Situ Nian Zu these days, a man without close friends or loving family to distract him. A boon throughout his long career as a soldier serving in exile from Clan and Society, but during these cold, lonely days, he sometimes dreamed about what might have been if things had gone differently in his youth. What if he had swallowed his pride, taken a wife, and fathered a child of his own? What would his son or daughter be like now? Or what if he and DuYi had possessed the courage and resolve to admit their love to the world at large? It wouldve meant the end of both their careers for certain since it went against the filial values the Empire held in such high esteem, as nothing could be more unfilial than refusing to propagate the family line, but there were enough of these cut-sleeve relationships going on in secret amongst civilians and nobility that one more wouldnt be anything of note.
Suppressing a sigh, he moved to leave and check in on the incompetent Lieutenant Colonel Mitsue Watanabe, but paused his steps as he noticed a commotion on the sparring field. Falling Rain had arrived to greet his men and cheer them on from the side, but the clamour wasnt because of his presence, but rather due to the beauty beside him. Dressed in Khishig leathers which clung tightly to her voluptuous body, even Nian Zu had to admit Consort Zheng Luo made for an appealing sight, and to the sex-starved soldiers of Sinuji, one almost too tantalizing to resist.
With her Spiritual Weapon in hand, Consort Zheng Luo took the field to spar against yet another beauty, Baatars half-tiger daughter Alsantset, and Nian Zu almost left in a huff. Hed seen Zheng Luo Demonstrate the Forms, and to his trained eye, her movements were all style without substance, more dance than drill and wholly useless to a true Warrior. Not surprising since shed been trained as an Imperial Servant rather than a Royal Guardian or Death Corps soldier, so Nian Zu was confused as to why Baatars daughter would waste so much time guiding a mere consort over the past few weeks, especially one responsible for Falling Rains current political woes.
Curiosity winning over disdain, Nian Zu decided to stick around a little longer to watch their match. Fashioned out of glossy, dark obsidian like so many of the Bekhais newer Spiritual Weapons, Zheng Luos sceptre was much like herself, pretty to look at but largely useless, too long in the haft and almost too heavy for the Imperial Consorts trembling arms. A pretty face carrying a pretty weapon, it was no mystery why the soldiers gathered in droves to watch her spar, especially when her opponent was an exotic beauty herself, but that was all.
Or so Nian Zu thought, right up until Alsantset and Zheng Luos first exchange, at which point he had to admit that perhaps there might be more to the propaganda attesting to Imperial superiority than he previously thought. How had he not seen the girls potential before this? With age came supposed wisdom, but in truth, Nian Zu felt he could barely keep up with these talented youths crawling out of the woodwork.
Truly, heroes arent born, but created in times of strife and struggles. What this said about the future well Nian Zu prayed these young heroes would rise to the occasion, for it was clear his strength and wisdom were both sorely lacking.
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Chapter 517I dont get it. Its been an entire month since I was sentenced, so why isnt anyone talking about my plight?Unable to meet Falling Rains anxious gaze, Nian Zu absently stroked his beard while staring into his cup, unconsciously seeking the answer in the tea leaves floating within. Not that he believed those charlatan fortune tellers who claimed they could divine Heavens Will from the patterns left in the world, whether it be through reading tea leaves, palms, faces, or fallen sticks, but alas, how else was he supposed to answer the boys question?By all rights, the bars and whorehouses of the Empire should have been bristling with gossip over the injustice directed towards their former Number One Talent, but sadly, the publics respect and adoration was short-lived. Out of sight and out of mind, few cared to comment on Falling Rains situation and cared even less about whether his punishment was warranted or his penance just. Granted, the boy wasnt talking about public opinion as his question was directed towards a more specific subset of Imperial citizens, respectively those like Nian Zu himself who had the power to help the boy out of this quandary. Worse, the boy only believed Nian Zus peers would help him because Nian Zu himself had assured it, for the Disciplinary Corps blatant abuse of power went well past the Imperial Armys bottom line. Justicars were meant to be the impartial mediators of the Imperial Army, but if a hero such as Falling Rain couldnt secure fair judgment, what hope did a common soldier have of receiving it? If they couldnt trust in the Justicars, soldiers would be pressured to take justice into their own hands and chaos would soon follow.How could the Justicars be so short-sighted as to not see this was a disaster in the making? And worse, Nian Zu feared there was more to come, for Falling Rain was still sitting pretty on the front lines and garnering support faster than he would have ever believed. Deflating with a sigh, Nian Zu felt his hundred years weighing heavily upon his weary shoulders, and not for the first time. I dont know, he said, sounding as helpless as he felt. By all rights, there should be a line of Generals waiting to speak with the Legate regarding this outrage, but thus far, none care to even try. Officially, every report and message Ive sent has been received and responded to, yet they make no promises and take no actions. My peers sit silent while the Legate twiddles his thumbs and delays instead of publicly supporting his subordinate. Its clear as day that keeping you and your people here on the front lines is a waste of valuable resources, but famed Colonel Generals around the Empire would rather kowtow to a corrupt Disciplinary Corps than stand against injustice. I understand Mitsue Juichis silence, but what of Shuai Jiao and Ryo Dae Jung? They spoke up for your ally Colonel Hongji after the last fiasco in Sinuji, but now they tuck tail and turn their heads when they should be loudest. What of the Colonel Generals of the South? As I understand things, they are subservient to their Marshal, but Yuzhen tells me youve made many a trade deal with Marshal Quyen Huong and continue to work with him even now, so why will he not allow his Colonel Generals to speak in your favour?If only I knew...Seeing Rains defeated expression, Nian Zu swallowed his pride and patted the boys shoulder ever so gently, worried the unfamiliar action might accidentally injure his gaunt and crippled frame. Im sorry, boy. This old mans word no longer holds the same weight it did in past years, else I wager youd have been back in the citadel a week ago.A point which had been repeatedly made clear ever since new years day passed and he turned a hundred years old. At ninety-nine, Nian Zu stood at the forefront of his peers, a Warrior who could guarantee victory or at least a draw in one of three matches should a dispute ever come to trial by combat, but now he was less than nothing, a mere ant to be crushed by ancient half-beasts and monstrous elders like the Abbot sitting at the table with them. All things are impermanent, Nian Zu could almost hear the wizened, presumed Divinity say, Strength and fame are no different.novelbin.comFaced with this news, a lesser man might have succumbed to anger or despair, but Rain pushed past his misgivings and gave a wry but amiable smile. Dont be so hard on yourself. This isnt your fault, he said, seeking to console Nian Zu even as he was being consoled. Youve already put your life and career on the line to even be here to protect me, so it shouldnt come as a surprise that others are distancing themselves.Untrue, but the boy didnt know it. Since Nian Zus part in Sinuji was one of neutral observer, his career would be unaffected by his actions here, and even then hed only agreed to do so at Yuzhens behest. He still had yet to reveal all the tiles concealed in his hand and had been reluctant to do so on Rains behalf, but after a month of keeping the boy company in Sinuji, he was ready to call in every chit he had to keep Rain alive, and this time for reasons all of his own. The boys bright smile being one of them, possessed with a boyish delight which Nian Zu wouldnt have expected to find in a young Martial Warrior like Rain. Most men his age would do everything in their power to seem stoic, independent, and mature so as to be taken seriously by their elders, but not Rain. Instead, he cuddled and frolicked with his pets in plain sight and was all too happy to lean on his women for aid, adapting to his crippled lifestyle with minimal discontent. His willingness to show weakness and nonchalant displays of intimacy undoubtedly played a great part in why so many women flocked to his side, as even Nian Zu was almost charmed by his uncharacteristic warmth, empathy, and affection, a rare combination of virtues in their shared profession.And make no mistake, crippled or otherwise, Falling Rain was a warrior born, which made it all the more infuriating to see his talents wasted here in Sinuji. Ill make the others see, Nian Zu growled, putting his teacup down before he accidentally crushed it in frustration. And if they refuse, then Ill bring you back to the citadel myself and demand the Legate make things right. Old and worn this old dog might be, but the Empire will soon learn he still has teeth.No need to make a big fuss about it. Refilling Nian Zus teacup and then the Abbots in gross disregard of proper manners, Rain shrugged and said, As much as Id like to go home and see my family, the truth is, theyre safer with me here. Besides, excluding travel time, weve been on the front lines for thirty-two days now, which is more than half my old record and longer than most normal soldiers would serve without respite. The longer were here, the more public opinion will sway in our favour, for then the Disciplinary Corps abuse of power will be clear to all. Even slaves and faceless soldiers like myself deserve time off, if only to keep the Father from sinking his clawed fingers into our souls and we become a danger to all around us.There was a hint of mockery in the boys tone which Nian Zu had grown accustomed to hearing whenever he spoke of such matters, but as a man who rarely acknowledged the theological aspects of life, Nian Zu left it to the frowning Abbot to sort the boy out later. Still, as a publicly acclaimed Chosen Son of the Mother and attendant to the Guardian Turtle, his blatant scorn of religion would only alienate his most die-hard supporters, but Nian Zu suspected Rain wasnt one to play politics.One look was enough for Nian Zu to tell they werent Bekhai trained, because if they were then he wouldve never spotted them, but even then he was highly impressed with what he saw. A shame Rain refused to tell him where they were trained, because Nian Zu would have loved to win over a faction who could spare more than a dozen Experts dedicated enough to stand guard over a crippled youth, and with frightening commitment to boot. While off-duty, Nian Zu had spotted more than one of those shadowy protectors watching Rain with fervent devotion bordering on outright reverence, marking them as faithful devotees of the Mother who were all too happy to serve Her Chosen Son.Religious zealots were something of a double-edged sword, which was why Nian Zu approved of the Abbots presence beside the boy, but despite having the highest ranking monk of the Penitent Brotherhood at his side, a bevy of devotees shadowing his every move, and the Guardian Turtle literally at his beck and call, Rain had yet to show a single speck of religious piety towards the Mother Above. Truly a difficult child to work with, but a promising one nonetheless, because even if he never recovered to become a Martial Warrior once again, he could still serve as a figurehead for devotees around the Empire, an accomplished merchant, inventor, and future Lieutenant Marshal, or even as a talented teacher if the success of Dastan and his retinue could truly be attributed to Rains guidance.Though still hale and healthy enough to fight for hours without rest, at Nian Zus age, falling asleep was a more difficult process than he liked to admit. He spent most of his nights in quiet meditation, seeking Insight from the Heavens not in hopes of breaking through to Divinity, but rather scouring his thoughts for clues on how to progress along the Martial Path. Peak Expert he might be, but there was a vast difference between Warriors like himself, Du Min Gyu, and even the famed Shuai Jiao of Central, compared to the lofty beings at Rains side, like the Abbot, Ascendant GangShu, and Smiling Slaughterer Guan Suo. The lack of knowledge was worse than being stuck and unable to proceed, but Nian Zu never let past failures get in the way of future successes, so he continued to persevere despite the complete lack of hope.When he finally fell asleep, it was long past midnight, but the sun had yet to rise before he opened his eyes once again, feeling refreshed as he ever felt these days. Ignoring the aches and creaks of his aged body, he got dressed and shuffled out his tent for an early breakfast before heading off to the sparring fields to see what budding talent might catch his eye today. The Defiled attacks had grown somewhat lacklustre of late, which in part attributed to the one-hundred percent survival rate of Dastan and his comrades, but even then, few soldiers cared to waste energy on spars while serving on the front lines. Not so with the Khishigs, for they showed up in droves day in and day out regardless of weather or circumstances. To the Bekhai, the Martial Path was less about being a soldier or warrior, but rather a way of life, and considering he still had yet to see through the depths of the Bekhais strength, it would seem this mindset served them well.The field was understandably empty when he first arrived, as it was still too dark to see without torchlight. As the sun rose, so too did the soldiers of Sinuji, and the first visitor to the field was a familiar face, GangShus half-rat child and infamous bandit of Sanshu, Hangman Jorani. Strange for a bandit to be so disciplined, but Nian Zu knew it suited young Jorani well, another recently advanced Expert whose progress was nothing short of astounding. Next to arrive were Li Song and Rustram, and the unlikely pair set to sparring with barely a word as the outmatched former soldier put up a good fight against the half-cats flashing sabre and consummate skills. More Khishigs trickled in by ones and twos, and Nian Zu idled away his time watching the next generation of talents hone their abilities, much like other men his age liked to watch birds and other wildlife.Such was life for Situ Nian Zu these days, a man without close friends or loving family to distract him. A boon throughout his long career as a soldier serving in exile from Clan and Society, but during these cold, lonely days, he sometimes dreamed about what might have been if things had gone differently in his youth. What if he had swallowed his pride, taken a wife, and fathered a child of his own? What would his son or daughter be like now? Or what if he and DuYi had possessed the courage and resolve to admit their love to the world at large? It wouldve meant the end of both their careers for certain since it went against the filial values the Empire held in such high esteem, as nothing could be more unfilial than refusing to propagate the family line, but there were enough of these cut-sleeve relationships going on in secret amongst civilians and nobility that one more wouldnt be anything of note.Suppressing a sigh, he moved to leave and check in on the incompetent Lieutenant Colonel Mitsue Watanabe, but paused his steps as he noticed a commotion on the sparring field. Falling Rain had arrived to greet his men and cheer them on from the side, but the clamour wasnt because of his presence, but rather due to the beauty beside him. Dressed in Khishig leathers which clung tightly to her voluptuous body, even Nian Zu had to admit Consort Zheng Luo made for an appealing sight, and to the sex-starved soldiers of Sinuji, one almost too tantalizing to resist.With her Spiritual Weapon in hand, Consort Zheng Luo took the field to spar against yet another beauty, Baatars half-tiger daughter Alsantset, and Nian Zu almost left in a huff. Hed seen Zheng Luo Demonstrate the Forms, and to his trained eye, her movements were all style without substance, more dance than drill and wholly useless to a true Warrior. Not surprising since shed been trained as an Imperial Servant rather than a Royal Guardian or Death Corps soldier, so Nian Zu was confused as to why Baatars daughter would waste so much time guiding a mere consort over the past few weeks, especially one responsible for Falling Rains current political woes.Curiosity winning over disdain, Nian Zu decided to stick around a little longer to watch their match. Fashioned out of glossy, dark obsidian like so many of the Bekhais newer Spiritual Weapons, Zheng Luos sceptre was much like herself, pretty to look at but largely useless, too long in the haft and almost too heavy for the Imperial Consorts trembling arms. A pretty face carrying a pretty weapon, it was no mystery why the soldiers gathered in droves to watch her spar, especially when her opponent was an exotic beauty herself, but that was all.Or so Nian Zu thought, right up until Alsantset and Zheng Luos first exchange, at which point he had to admit that perhaps there might be more to the propaganda attesting to Imperial superiority than he previously thought. How had he not seen the girls potential before this? With age came supposed wisdom, but in truth, Nian Zu felt he could barely keep up with these talented youths crawling out of the woodwork.Truly, heroes arent born, but created in times of strife and struggles. What this said about the future well Nian Zu prayed these young heroes would rise to the occasion, for it was clear his strength and wisdom were both sorely lacking.Chapter Meme
