Chapter 256

Chapter 256

You dont know what youve got till its gone.

Though the phrase brings to mind a catchy little tune, Im unable to muster up a smile under the current circumstances. Six hours into the first day of training and Im ready to give up on this group of scoundrels and ruffians led by Jorani and Chey. When I started this, I knew thered be discipline problems and a general aversion to authority, but I figured itd be easy enough to work around it. Beat up the worst offenders and the rest will fall into place, easy peasy, right? What I didnt count on was the utterly nonexistent standards for bandit recruitment, resulting in this motley collection of unqualified and inadequate would-be soldiers arrayed before me.

I thought bandits would be better at running. I mean, its their whole shtick, hit hard and fade away, but boy was I wrong. Five hours to run thirty kilometres, its ridiculous. Thats less than six kilometres an hour, I could walk faster than that. Granted, it was all uphill, but even then, cmon son. They werent even trying. Id say getting them to run was like pulling teeth except pulling teeth is substantially more difficult. At least they ran, albeit slowly and under duress, but Ive had to resort to outright physically restraining recruits to get their teeth out.

Things are not going as planned.

Only now do I realize how my former crippled soldiers spoiled me. Not only were they more physically fit, they had determination and grit in spades, taking their lumps with minimal complaints. These new trainees bitch and moan about the smallest things and go to great lengths to avoid even minor discomforts. Hell, I had to cite military law and threaten them with execution before they'd show up on time and Im still purposely arriving five minutes late. Dont even get me started on the dress codes, the modifications theyve made to their outfits are downright ridiculous. Sleeves ripped off and midriffs exposed to show off their muscles, piercings and tattoos, coloured handkerchiefs and bandanas to indicate their unit or squad affiliation, old bandit logos displayed on banners and badges, the list goes on. Its not so bad on the women but if these idiots keep ripping their sleeves off, theyll freeze to death before winter arrives.

To make matters worse, for the first time, my strong arm tactics have failed me as one unwilling participant is still in possession of all his teeth. With both meaty hands clamped over his mouth, the hulking half-dog Ral cowers before me, eyes wide and knees clattering as I struggle with the cowardly giant. Dammit Ral, I snarl, ineffectively tugging at his arm. Just. Open. Your. Mouth. This. Wont. Hurt. Much.

Im totally lying. It will hurt tonnes and Ral knows it. Too scared to even speak, his hands remain firmly in place as he shakes his head and retreats despite my many helpers trying to hold him in place. Fleeing does him no good though as Im involuntarily brought along for the ride, literally hanging onto him by his elbow, with both feet braced against his thighs. Good god hes strong. Around us, the watching trainees chuckle and nurse their aching jaws while they await their turn with the Healers, taking pleasure in my futile efforts.

Dropping from my perch, I give the onlookers my best glare, daring them to make another sound. Breaking all eye contact, the trainees feign ignorance, though I spy several poorly hidden smirks. Glancing back and forth between the trainees and Ral, it crosses my mind to double down and order the trainees to help hold the giant down, but those useless bastards will just get the crap kicked out of them. He may be dumb as a brick but Ral is no slouch in combat, a natural at Reinforcement to augment his already impressive physique.

Maybe Im going about this the wrong way. Rals like a giant kid, so I should earn his trust with kind words and gestures before mercilessly betraying him. Yes, that's how I'll play this. Breathing out all my frustrations, I paste a smile on my face and turn to the cowering half-dog, speaking in a calm, gentle tone. Hey big guy, lets talk about this okay? I promise I'm not gonna force you anymore, so why dont we have a little chat? His fearful stare remains but his floppy dog ears twitch at the sound of my sweet, sickly tone. Both hands still shielding his mouth, he follows me south towards the edge of the plateau, taking a seat on the ground beside me as we stare out into the province.

After a few minutes of quiet contemplation to give Ral time to calm down, I break the silence with a question. Beautiful isnt it? I ask, gesturing down the autumnal hues of red and orange, heralding the oncoming winter. I love it up in the mountains. Nowhere else can you find such scenic views to enjoy in peace and quiet. Well, quiet now that all the screaming stopped. No more teeth to pull except Rals. This is what I fight for. This is why I train, to defend these lands, these views, and the people living in them. Turning to Ral, I ask, Why do you fight?

Dunno. Dont like fighting, came the answer, his voice muffled and muted, the big coward still unwilling to lower his hands. Its scary and messy. I likes petting quins, listening to Jor, bathing with Chey, and going to the market. Jor took me to the market in Sanshu, it was real fun.

I'd like to 'bath' with Chey too. God, he has the mental capacity of a child. Should he even be here? Whyd you take the oath? You had plenty of chances to find other work, you didnt have to be a soldier.New novel chapters are published on

Resting his head on his knees, Ral shrugs. Jor ses he gonna soldier. Chey ses she gonna soldier too. Im bigger and stronger then they are, so Is gots to protect them. Frowning, he adds, They said were gonna be your Bekkies, so why you taking their teefs? You hurt them real bad, it wasnt nice.

Great, now it looks like hes contemplating if he should protect Jor and Chey from me, probably by squishing me like a bug. Forcing myself to relax and smile, I shake my head. Its not that I want to hurt them, Ral. Im trying to teach them to Heal. Like this. Drawing my dagger, I cut deep into the flesh of my palm, showing him the spurting wound. Letting the blood flow for emphasis, I watch as his eyes widen with panic before reaching for his handkerchief, a filthy, crusty square of cloth. Stopping him before he contaminates me with it, I channel my Chi and close the wound, flesh knitting together right before his eyes. After rinsing my hand with water, I let him inspect it before speaking again. Dont you want to learn how to do the same?

Fear forgotten, Ral enthusiastically nods his head before wavering, shying away like a scolded child. I do, but Im no good at learning things. Jorani ses its cause Im dumb. Theres no shame in his tone, only a statement of fact as he sits there prodding at my hand.

Its not entirely Healed, I only stopped the bleeding and closed the wound. It hurts something fierce, but I grin and bear it, determined to collect Rals teefs. Dont worry about being dumb, I say, straining to keep from groaning. All those Healers are here to help you learn. Technically, theyre here to practice too, but Ill be damned if I admit it. Ral, soldiering is dangerous and knowing how to Heal can save lives, not just your own. Lets say you get hurt in battle while surrounded by the enemy. Youre too big for Jorani or Chey to drag away, so what happens next? They going to abandon you? Hell no. Well... maybe. Theyre a pragmatic bunch. Theyll stick around to protect you, or they'll die trying. Is that what you want?

Thinking carefully before he answers, Ral looks me in the eyes and answers with all seriousness. If that happens, then Ill try to die faster so Chey and Jor can run away.

Jorani must be Blessed by the Mother to have such a devoted friend.

With a lot more coddling, Ral finally agrees to let me take one tooth, hoping to learn how to Heal so he can better protect Jorani and Chey. Trembling from head to toe, Ral latches onto the grass for dear life before opening his mouth and closing his eyes. Drowning in guilt and feeling like a tooth-stealing monster, I peer into the abyss and recoil in terror at the sight of his cavity riddled molars. Ral, how often do you brush your teeth?

It wouldnt work anyways, it takes animals hundreds of years to form Spiritual Hearts and theres no guarantee the regrown teeth will also be Hearts. Oh well.

Coaxing Aurie to follow behind, I run him through the hastily built obstacle course, a familiar sight to Jorani and his bunch. Bulat and Ravil crafted something similar at the Freebooter Hideout and its useful for practising a multitude of skills. Lightening to get over the wall, Stability to traverse the balance beam, Reinforcement to move the boulders, and other exercises based on Du Min Gyus theory of instinct over knowledge. Since everyone manipulates Chi in different ways, the idea is to have the soldier first learn to use Chi instinctively before discovering how they use it and working from there.

Splitting my time between the trainees and Aurie, our first day of training stretches on longer than intended. The trainees are slow at everything and my sub-bosses arent used to their new roles. While Bulat and Ravil are comfortable being bully sergeants, Rustram, Chey, and Jorani have yet to adjust and I need them to step up, especially Rustram.

So bothersome. How does Akanai stomach all the inadequacies and mediocrity? I should give her a few more gifts to show my appreciation.

I cant spend all my time coddling the rank and file, I need time to myself. Not only for personal training, there are a thousand and one tasks Ive yet to finish. I need to figure out the finances and decide whos getting Spiritual Weapons first. I also need to decide if I want to buy horses, since theres no way well have enough quins for everyone. Then theres the ideas I have for my next Spiritual Weapon, but I havent had the time to talk with Mila and Husolt about it. I still havent finished checking all the soldiers for Defiled or Tainted, though Ive found none of the former and remarkably few of the latter. Normally, this would be great news, but after learning what those sweet Spectral remains are, Ive been hungering for more of that sweet, Heavenly Energy. Unfortunately, I barely have enough to fill the gaps between my teeth, gathering a negligible amount in the past few days.

I was hoping to channel some pure Heavenly Energy into Sarnai and see if Taduk can do anything with it, but at the rate Im going, shell die of old age before I gather enough. It feels shitty to think it, but hopefully, the slaves I asked Lin to buy will be more Tainted than the soldiers. Soldiers are trained to seek Balance, offsetting the effectiveness of the Spectres, but untrained slaves should be vulnerable and defenceless. Honestly, knowing what they know, the Empire should treat their slaves better seeing as how any random mook like Gen can turn into a face-melting, claw-wielding maniac.

I am not jealous of his claws. Not even a little.

...Fine, Im super jealous, but anything he can do, I can do too. Better, in fact. Ill have my bear claws even if I have to graft them on myself.

The setting sun finds us well behind schedule and Ive no choice but send everyone home. The train high, live low spiel is complete bullshit, but these pukes need to toughen up. Running is mostly willpower, of which my trainees are sorely lacking. Dastans bunch should be fine but even Ulfsaar and his intimidating cutthroats could barely keep up. Even if we cut the running time to four hours one way, were still wasting a third of the day on travelling to and from camp. Thirty kilometres in two hours, thats the goal. As long as I give them an hour of rest before and after running and feed them well, theyll be fine, right?

The moon hangs high overhead when we step foot into the tent-infested city. Utterly exhausted, the trainees crawl back to their sleeping quarters while I remind them of tomorrows meeting time, pretending not to hear their mumbled profanities. I dont want to actually hang anyone, but I will cut them from the training program if need be. Cant waste time and resources training people who dont want to be trained. Ugh, theres still Jester Wang and a hundred of his people back on the Island. I left Pran, Saluk, Viyan and Birca there to keep an eye on him, and Jochi and Argat volunteered to stay behind to supervise, so hopefully they wont slack off and can get those bandits into shape. Maybe I should send Ravil or Bulat back too, but I need them here. Dammit, so much to do with so little time, and with winter on its way the days are only getting shorter.

At least the housing problem is more or less solved, the leather yurts coming in clutch. One small victory under my belt, though credit mostly goes to Chakha for parsing my shabby description together. With a small spring in my step, I notice the city is surprisingly active for the late hour, with people still moving around in the streets. Guess Im not the only busy one with everyone scrambling to get the defences in place.

Outside my tent, Alsantset and Charok sit side by side, apparently awaiting my return. Keeping my voice low so as not to wake the twins, I whisper, Good to see you both, but you shouldnt have waited up. You both look exhausted.

Have a seat, little brother. Charoks grim tone makes my heart skip a beat, and I obey without question. Wrapping his arm around me, he sighs and whispers, Grave news arrived while you were out. The Defiled have broken through the Western Wall, with millions of their warriors pouring into the province. The missive is weeks old and already three cities have fallen. Who knows how far the destruction has spread.

Cold dread grips my stomach as I swallow my fear, knowing just how close the North was in sharing their fate. So whats the game plan? Gather an army and fight back? Guess I had less time than expected. Off to join the crusade and reclaim the west.

Shaking his head, Charok cant speak through his rage so Alsantset answers for him. The borders have been ordered closed with no refugees allowed to pass, she says, a tear falling from her eye. Those poor souls have been abandoned. Henceforth, the Empire no longer has a Western Province.

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With a single order from one man, hundreds of millions of lives have been consigned to death.

What use is an Emperor who cannot protect his people?

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