A single misstep, ducking left instead of slanting right, is all it took to differentiate a winner from a loser.
Baledaghs last match ended so quickly even his opponent was surprised hed taken the obvious bait, cheeks heating with sha as he reflected on his swift defeat. Standing in shock with his blunted saber resting against Baledaghs chest, Zians astonishnt lted away into a smug smirk spreading across his oh-so punchable face, winning the match in a single exchange. With Sumila winning all her matches and Li Song defeating Baledagh and securing a close victory over Zian, the spoiled narcissists single victory of the day earned him third place. This ant Baledagh was dead last, boasting an impressive record of zero wins, three losses, and a tally of thirteen exchanges.
In total.
Out of three matches.
How humiliating.
Brothers ruthless assessnt only made things worse, never one to soften his blows. Too confident and too careless. I told you Zian favours his right and prefers defence to start, yet you still ran right into his kill zone. Dont be too eager to close, start slow, circle and test him before engaging. You couldve also won against Li Song but you were distracted and let her surprise you. Please don't stare so much when Mila and Lin are watching, you're killing ... Anyways, you relinquished the upper hand almost imdiately and got beat down once she built montum. She isnt faster than you and only has the one saber, so why are you letting her attack without consequence? Block with one weapon and attack with the other, use your sword and shield interchangeably on offence and defence. Husolt went to all the trouble of making these replicas so use them like youd use Peace and Tranquility.
Resisting the urge to sulk, Baledagh ntally voiced his dissent. Theyre not the sa. The weights not right and they lack... sothing. I cant put my finger on what it is, but its different. I wouldve done much better with real weapons in hand.
Yea, but Id prefer to avoid risking death every single day. Ill admit, the rules are stacked against us in a spar since we cant trade injuries, but you still should have done better. Brothers tone wasnt angry, but his disapproval stung. They feel different because Peace and Tranquility are Spiritual Weapons which can guide your movents to a certain extent. Theyre like your arms and legs, but once we put a different weapon in your hands, you dont know what to do. Your instincts and Forms are top-notch but your decision-making is god awful. Youre unstoppable against a horde of weaker opponents, but the mont youre matched against an opponent of equal or greater skill, your flaws beco obvious. Youre too straightforward and honest with your intent, too cocky and careless despite all your failings. Reflect on these defeats, I expect a better showing tomorrow.
Yes, Ill ditate on my flaws so lets switch. Baledagh answered with gritted teeth, guiding Mafu through the busy streets with i Lin snuggled in his arms. After the spars finished, Brother left Baledagh to deal with the clean up, but now that it was over, he still refused to retake control, busy lecturing from the void. Were things to go any further, he feared losing all reason and taking advantage of Brothers betrothed.
Sorry, I wanna keep practising in our Natal Palace, you have a nice, pleasant ride to the market. Enjoy the fresh air and dont dwell too much about losing. Its a beautiful day and youre among loved ones. With that said, Brother returned to practising Chi manipulation and left Baledagh to deal with the world at large.
Her hare-ears resting against his cheek, i Lin chattered non-stop, filling him in on their ti apart. ... and then Tanna tossed him right out on his butt. Dummy thief, she should have chopped his hands off, who steals from a charity? Pausing for breath, i Lin peered back at Baledaghs face, setting his cheeks afla once more. Youre so quiet Hubby, she said, planting a tiny kiss on his chin and setting his cheeks afla. Dont be sad, it was only a spar. It wasnt even a real thrust, you bumped into his saber. In a real fight you wouldnt even notice the injury and keep fighting. Youre just not used to the rules yet, ya? To touch is dumb, you should've made it until soone gives up.
Its still no excuse for my defeat, Baledagh answered. Brother was right and whining would do no good, he could only learn from his mistakes and not make them again. Seeing i Lins pout, he feigned a smile and glanced around, pretending to check on the wagons. Loaded with crates and guarded by undercover Sentinels, the wagons overt purpose was to bring supplies to Tanaraqs school outside the Walls. Once there, the disguised Sentinels would switch places with Brothers returning retinue. The Sentinels were then free to head out unnoticed while Brothers retinue loaded the first batch of Spiritual Hearts inside the concealed compartnts and returned to the Wall in plain sight.
Those poor souls. Though he was a kind man, Brother had no rcy for those he deed slackers, pushing his retinue beyond mortal limits and wholly convinced determination was a proper substitute for endurance and fortitude.
Unperturbed by his silence, i Lin continued chattering away and Baledagh strove to do as Brother did, doing his best to pay attention and engage her in conversation, his thoughts drifted away more often than not. Small talk was more difficult than expected, especially since he couldnt bring himself to care about the comings and goings of a spoiled young lady like i Lin. Lovely and sweet as she was, her exuberant disposition was a poor match for Baledagh, unable to cope with her boundless cheer and energy.
Qing-Qing was different. While i Lin slept in and frittered away her days with aningless outings and gas, Qing-Qing was always busy doing sothing or the other. Whether it was changing bandages, stitching clothes, cleaning the hut, or braiding horse manes, her hands never idled for a second throughout the fleeting ti they spent together.
She was gone now, but he could still learn from her example.
Giving Mafu free rein, Baledagh focused his thoughts and studied his mories of the days spars, searching for ways to improve. An enclosed area suited Sumilas fighting style well, but if he could avoid her initial thrust and shield charge, hed be in a position to at least put up so resistance. Parrying was out of the question, so hed have to dodge, slip to her left and guard against the resulting sweep. Against Li Song, Brother already pointed out the path to victory, matching her aggression and throwing off her timing with sheer quantity of attacks, and though it was easier said than done, it wasnt impossible. Zian might technically be his toughest opponent, with a style diatrically opposing his own, flowing defence matched against outright aggression.
For the first ti, Baledagh felt his inability to manipulate Chi was proving to be a massive disadvantage. Without Bothers constant Reinforcent, he had no hopes of matching Zians speed or power. The Society Brat wasnt pompous and arrogant without reason, second only to Sumila in raw strength and mass, and without Peace and Tranquility to compensate for his shortcomings, Baledagh had no answer for Zian. More information would be needed, so he made it his goal to last at least ten exchanges tomorrow, swallowing his pride to learn as much as he could.
Since the Natal Palace was supposed to help with Chi manipulations, perhaps Baledagh could use it to learn the basic Chi skills, especially the ones which required precise timing like Amplification or Deflection. It wasnt easy for Brother and him to coordinate in the heat of battle, and if Baledagh could handle it on his own, it would free up brother to better support him with things like Lightening and Reinforcent. Though it wouldnt help them in tomorrows match, he needed to work hard towards a better future.
Like Qing-Qing always did.
Smiling, he watched the autumn hues slip by as Mafu carried them away, imagining he held her in his arms. She would have fit in well at the Wall even without his help, finding herself work in the cooking tents, or the seamstress huts, or wherever she pleased. A gentle soul wrapped around an unyielding core, she never gave in to despair throughout her troubled life, always looking forward with a smile on her face. She wouldnt have comforted him over his losses like i Lin, or pretended they never happened like Li Song, or overlooked his feelings in her joy like Sumila. No, Qing-Qing would have laughed at him for sulking like a petulant child, before running off to cook up a feast and telling him to put on weight before trying again.
Blinking back a tear, he realized this was the first ti hed thought of her without feeling like hed been kicked by a horse in the gut. Oddly enough, he was sad to find her death hurting less as ti passed, the pain all he had left of her. Taking a deep breath, he held it until his lungs burned with exertion, staring up at the endless azure sky. Exhaling slowly, he felt the misery and anguish slipping away, though not entirely. Things werent so easy, but at least hed stopped clutching to her mory like a blanket, shrouding himself in unhappiness just to keep from feeling empty. She was an optimistic drear, idealistic and cheerful, and though she didnt love him, she wouldnt be happy to learn she was the source of Baledaghs misery.
Wherever you are Qing-Qing, I hope you are well. Thank you for saving my life. I will do my best to live it well.
Goodbye.
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Accepting a towel and water-skin from sweet Lin, I wipe the sweat from my face and drink deep, taking a break from setting up gers. Thank you wifey, I say with a smile, receiving a hug in return. I dont know what Id do without you.
Giggling into my chest, Lin squeezes my chest with all her strength. Look who's feeling better. You were so gloomy on the ride here, I missed my happy, smiling, hubby.
Sorry to make you worry. At least she didnt notice I was an entirely different person. Leaving Baledagh unsupervised is always a risk, but I was too excited about practising to think clearly. Whatever, he needs to be out and about without hovering over his shoulder all the ti, theres a lot to be said about going for a ride and getting away from your thoughts. Todays defeats were a big shock to him. With all his new Insights into the Forms, he thought theyd be a walk in the park, but theres a big difference between Performing the Forms and using them in a real fight. Theoretically, Baledaghs Martial skills are on par with Song and Zian but his lack of experience and forethought are a massive handicap. Ive helped him compensate for poor decisions in the past but its ti to take off the training wheels and let him scrape his knees a few tis.
What better place than in private spars with a dude who hates us?
Ill be honest, Baledagh showed us a spectacular crash and burn. I kinda wish he hadnt lost to Zian in a single exchange, the snobby bastard will be insufferable from now on. It wouldve been nice to take him down a peg or twelve and see that arrogant twit lose three tis in a row, the man has far too much confidence as it is. Oh well, chalk it up as a learning experience and move on. Baledaghs taking it much better than expected, with only minimal whining and sulking. Hell, hes already back at it, practising his Forms inside our Natal Palace.
I gotta say, our Natal Palace is pretty handy. Not only does it allow to practice manipulating my Chi without wasting it, since all the use is internalized, it even helps see how my Chi is spent. Though I can always feel it, its not the sa as seeing. For example, Id always pictured Honing as smooth, circular chain of Chi moving around the edge of my blades, but seeing it in action inside our Natal Palace showed just how uneven and bumpy my Chi really was. Smoothing it out will make more efficient and probably make my slashes feel smoother, with less jarring when I cut through bone and tal. Even better news is I think Ive figured out why I only succeed with 1 out of 3 tis with Amplification. It has to do with direction and focus. I have none. When my Chi explodes, the force shoots off in every direction when I should instead funnel it in one direction. My success happens when my timing is right and the bulk of the force just happens to coincide with the direction of my strike. Now that I know, so long as I get the timing right and direct the Amplification properly, I should be able to up my success rate closer to 70-80 percent.
Now, Im sure soone could have told these things, but without seeing which parts of my Chi are dissipating into nothingness, I would never have known exactly what I was doing wrong. The Natal Palace is like a self-diagnostic tool and practice area all rolled into one, though theres more to it than that. When Im capable of more complex functions of Chi, Ill be using my Natal Palace to mould the Chi before unleashing it into the world. When Tenjin wants to light his finger, then all he needs to do is visualize it, supply the Chi, and his digits are nice and toasty. If he wants the fla to detach from him in the form a bird and have it make a circuit through the air, then there are a few more steps than visualize it.
Heavenly Energy is all around us, invisible and intangible like the air we breathe. Through ditation and the state of Balance, we harness the Heavenly Energy and convert it into Chi. By definition, Chi is no longer Chi once it leaves our bodies, becoming Heavenly Energy once again. Therefore, in order to manipulate Chi outside our bodies, were forced to create Constructs, essentially a list of instructions to carry out before turning back into Heavenly Energy. Since Chi doesnt exactly understand words, trial and error is the only way to figure out how to make Chi do what we want it to do. A Natal Palace is necessary if you want to get enough practice in without stopping to replenish your Chi every hour.
There are other rules in place, but its so far above my head theres no point worrying about it. For now, Im working on getting my Chi to exist outside my body before coming back inside. Like blowing a bubble, except instead of using gum, Im using Chi.
No success yet, but its my first day. Talent ans nothing. Hard work is everything.
Taking a mont to cuddle with Lin, we watch a group of kids playing with Aurie, the cubs, and the pups. Their laughter is a balm for the soul and Im not the only one who enjoys it. Parents, caretakers, and people passing by all have smiles on their faces, the joy of children a wonderful thing to behold, especially in these dark tis. Losing the Western Province has everyone in a foul mood and for good reason. Their faith has been tested, the insurmountable Walls breached and the Western Province lost. Though news of how close the Northern Wall ca to disaster was suppressed, its easy to wonder and figure out what wouldve happened if it did.
So yea, hearing children laugh and play is a welco change from all the social unrest and crippling anxiety they must be feeling. Hell, if it wasnt for this school of mine, many of them wouldnt even have food to eat.
Having watched long enough, I give Lin one last hug and clap Pran on the back while aiming a kick at the sitting Viyan and Birca. Enough lollygagging, get back to work. Its good to see familiar faces again, but the pair of degenerate gamblers have changed little in my absence, only slightly more tanned than I last saw them. Pran and Saluk are dutiful as ever, knuckling their foreheads and shouting Yes boss, before grabbing a massive crate each.
Is good thing, school, Saluk says, grinning as he effortlessly lifts a box heavier than I can drag.
Boss is good man, Pran replies, nodding to no one in particular. If there is school when Pran and Saluk young, then no bad tis. Prans Common is better than Saluks but not by much.
They mustve had it rough as children, most half-beasts do. Where are you from? Ive never t anyone else with an accent like yours.
Saluk smiles sheepishly and answers, Sanshu.
Seeing my confusion, Pran adds, Pran and Saluk very tiny when Mama die. Village no want Pran and Saluk, so we go to city, yes? Guards no let us in, no coin, no skill, no worth. Live outside many winters.
Only Pran and Saluk, Saluk continues, a wistful look on his face. Bad tis.
Damn. Trying to brighten the mood, I ask, So what brought you to the army?
Smiling, Pran answers, Pran and Saluk kill bad man and friends, take club and boots.
Very shiny and purple, good club, Saluk adds.
Pran and Saluk go to trade dead mans things, need bandage and herb for cuts. Guards see club and surround Pran and Saluk, ask where we get. Bring guards to see bad man. Shrugging, Pran concludes his tale with, Next day, is soldier. Is good life. Have food and bed, et Bulat and Ravil, then et Boss. Good, good, good. Humming in a rich baritone, the two brothers stride off with their boxes and get back to work, leaving , Viyan, and Birca staring at one another in shock.
Without any training, Pran and Saluk killed a bandit with a Spiritual Weapon and were forcibly enlisted in the army. Ill bet everything I own their bounty money was pocketed by the guards too. Shaking my head, I ask, What about you two? Howd you join the army? Maybe they've also got so noble backstory I can feel good about.
Got caught filchin a nobles coin-purse, Viyan answers with a shrug, unrepentant and unashad. He wasnt a horrible sort, gave a choice: lose my hands or join the army.
Dammit. And you? I ask Birca, almost afraid to hear the answer. Out of all my forr soldiers, Id say Ravil is the most intimidating. Next would be Birca, a man with the face of a gorilla and the manners to boot.
Tale as old as any. I fell in love and slept with a rchants daughter, he answers, giving a roguish wink, so at odds with his rough, villainous look. Got caught and the family claid I raped her to save face, so it was the rope fer . Luckily, my girl pleaded with her daddy and he wasnt a soulless bastard. She married the man of his choice and in return, he greased a few palms so Id get sent to the army. Looked her up last ti I was in the city. She looked happy. Husband seed like a good enough sort. Dressed in fine silks and eating good food, it was bettern anything I could give her. They had a kid, too old to be his if ye know what I an, so theres that.
Silva marches by with a coil of rope, pretending to work as he says, Hes a fucking liar, aint a woman alive whod sleep with his ugly ass without gettin paid first. Hell, ye cant even go whoring with him cause the ladies raise their prices every ti he shows up. n him joined for the sa reason, because were idiots with more courage than sense. Join the army, be a hero, that sort of nonsense, and we bought it.
Embarrassed to be caught lying, Birca scurries away, cursing Silva as they go. Shaking my head, I return to work putting together another ger. Whatever, theyre a bunch of idiots, crooks, and scoundrels, but theyre my idiots, crooks, and scoundrels. Along with Rustram, Bulat, and Ravil, theyre the only survivors of my original cripples and I intend to treat them right. Pran and Saluk are at the top of the list for Spiritual Weapons, but those other three have promise.
Hell, compared to a lot of my new retinue, theyre downright elites.
...
Well... theres a depressing thought.
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