There were tis when Wuyi felt very lonely. Upon reflection, Wuyi realized that Boluo was as isolated as he was. Boluo's clan was poor, and his family had been exiled centuries ago from the north. It had been so long that even Boluo's family had forgotten their history. Boluo didn't have much family left anyway; he had two brothers who never visited him.
When he spoke of his brothers in a drunken state, contempt filled his words. The Statue of Harmony revealed that Boluo blad himself for his brothers taking the wrong path.
When Boluo thought he could leave everything behind and live his life, he got injured. To add to the injury, he was tasked with caring for a naless outcast—a child who was not his own but exhibited a bloodline ability that he considered dangerous. Even after his injury healed, Boluo realized he would never ride, hunt, or even walk as gracefully as he had before as a warrior.
The dire beast he had fought had damaged his martial nerves. Boluo had a better life in the desert town than here. All of this must have weighed heavily on him, although he never complained, at least not that Wuyi heard. Wuyi didn't know who would have listened even if he had.
Bound by their solitary existences, they faced each other each evening, blaming each other for their misery.
As the seasons turned to years, Wuyi's presence began to weave into the fabric of daily life within the fortress. He beca Boluo's able assistant, anticipating his needs before they were vocalized and ensuring that the aftermath of his care for the beasts was tidied up. He fetched clean water for the birds and picked ticks from the desert hounds.
People grew accustod to his presence, no longer granting him puzzled stares. So seed to overlook him entirely. Over ti, Boluo loosened his vigilant watch over Wuyi, allowing him more freedom. However, Wuyi made sure Boluo remained oblivious to his occasional trips into the lower town. There was a rebel in him; even gods did not interfere with his freedom, so who was Boluo to do so?
The fortress housed other children, many close to Wuyi's age. Most of them belonged to the sa Luyao clan that ruled Lujinbao Fort. Being an outcast, Wuyi never managed to establish deep connections with anyone. The younger ones were under the watchful eyes of their mothers or caretakers, while the older ones had tasks and chores to preoccupy them.
Wuyi existed outside their realms, neither welcod nor shunned.
He had no friends or closeness to anyone. Except the miserable Boluo, but besides the tis when he was working, Boluo was very depressing company. Wuyi could survive his company if Boluo decided to share so of his wine with him, but given his young age, there was no way in hell that Boluo would let the child drink, especially when he himself was raising the damn brat.
During his wanderings within the Fort walls, and especially during winter evenings when everyone congregated in the Grand Hall for performances or gas, Wuyi quickly discerned where he was welcod and where he was not. The thing to note was that even though Lujinbao was in the middle of the desert and sea, winters were really harsh here. Wuyi cursed the weather of this world.
Sumrs would be unbearably hot, and winters would be unbearably cold. Similar to the weather were the people here; either they were really high-tempered or very cold-hearted.
Wuyi made sure to remain out of sight of most people from the Luyao clan, as they would inevitably find a flaw in his conduct and relay their complaints to Boluo. It seed they resented him for being born into a higher clan than theirs. Even though he was high-born compared to them, he still was a bastard, and they wanted to make him understand that at every instance they could find.
Wangzhe, the second son of the clan, was another person to be wary of. Nearly grown, Wangzhe lacked the courtesy to avoid pushing Wuyi aside or disrupting his activities. His pettiness and malice surpassed anything Wuyi had ever experienced from Zhenli, the eldest son of the clan. Wuyi believed the reason for Wangzhe's animosity lay in his father.
Wangzhe considered himself and his clan to be high-born, which they were for a desert clan. However, when Wuyi's father had visited, Wangzhe felt like nothing but a peasant in front of him. This must have hurt Wangzhe's young ego. Now that Wuyi was here, Wangzhe wanted to satisfy his petty ego. Zhenli, on the other hand, was neutral as a person. Since he was the one who brought W
uyi in, he cared a bit about him. Not that Zhenli ever spent aningful ti with him, but their random encounters were never unpleasant. If Zhenli noticed him, he'd ruffle Wuyi's hair or toss him a copper coin.
In the Fort, the stable areas under Keben and a few other boys' charge were territories Wuyi treaded carefully. When Boluo was around, Keben and the boys treated him well enough, but their warmth faded when Wuyi encountered them alone.
Wuyi had already realized that Keben and the boys harbored jealousy towards him, believing that Boluo was trying to make Wuyi a beastmaster, which they deserved to learn. Though never openly hostile, their subtle disdain was palpable enough for Wuyi to stay out of their way.
Among the fortress guards, Wuyi found a modicum of acceptance. Compared to the street urchins of Lujingbao Township, these n were the closest thing to friends he had. However, due to the disparity in age, they never took him seriously. He enjoyed observing their gas and listening to their tales, but his interactions with them were sporadic.
Boluo never explicitly forbade him from frequenting the guardroom, yet he made no effort to hide his disapproval of the ti Wuyi spent there.
Thus, Wuyi was both an outsider and a peripheral mber of the Fort's community. He avoided so, observed others, and followed the instructions of a few. But he never felt truly connected to anyone.
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