Chapter 473

Chapter 473

Nestled within the comforting darkness of the void, Zian pondered the mysteries of the Martial Path within his Natal Palace, but no matter how he approached the issue, Insight invariably eluded him.

The concept was simple. Infinite untapped potential laid hidden within the human mind and body. Take a natural activity like catching a thrown ball. One does not stop to calculate the speed and trajectory beforehand, one merely acts. The eyes track, the feet move, and the arms stretch, a thousand predictions made in the blink of an eye, only to be adjusted a thousand times over as new information is discovered and processed over the course of the balls journey. With practice and familiarity, one learns, revises, and improves, but if asked to describe the efficiencies youve learned, or the corrections youve made, you find yourself lacking the words.

When presented with a target to touch, you merely reach out and tap it using the most efficient avenue possible. Given an obscured path to follow, your feet bring you along it with barely a thought, one foot after the other no matter how the path twists and turns. Ask anyone to explain the physical mechanics behind human breathing and most would stare blankly in reply, yet every human in existence is born knowing how to breathe. Knowing, yet not knowing, understanding, yet not understanding, and it was this level of awareness which Zian aspired to. There was no lesson to learn or shortcut to take to become One with the World, because the only way to comprehend the worlds mysteries was to experience them first hand.

On a base level, he understood the concept well enough. One with the Sword meant using a weapon as naturally as one used their hands or feet, to be so proficient with a tool its as if you were born with it in hand. How to achieve Oneness with the Sword? The only answer was practice, but how to apply this to Oneness with the World? One did not wield the world, nor could it be experienced in its entirety, not in one lifetime at least, so what was he supposed to do? A straightforward question, but with no real answer to be had, because he already knew the answer, but he didnt know it. To become One with the World, he must practice until he become One with the World, as simple as that.

A single step from greatness? Only accurate if this one step stretched higher than all the steps before it combined.

A dragon amongst men? Not even a goose amongst chickens, while phoenixes and dragons soar through the Heavens.

All your laurels and accolades were based on dishonesty and deception, false pride to prop up the true paper tiger.

Rage and frustration seethed within Zians distracted mind, but he trusted in his teachings and cast emotion out into the void. Anger served no purpose here, and grief only a distraction, so best to focus on what mattered most and forgo all else. So what if he was no longer Young Patriarch of the Situ Clan? The title meant nothing to him and it never had, a decoration he wore when it suited the occasion, but he never cared for wealth or politics. The former was merely a means to an end, and the latter a boring chore, and neither would matter so long as he had enough strength. Personal strength, not through alliance or marriage, but raw power and martial prowess, and he could not attain it without becoming One with the World.

Jukai believed in him, so Zian would believe in his Mentor, if nothing else.

The all-too-familiar scene unfurled before his closed eyes as he became an unwilling spectator to the past. One second, Jukai stood at Zians shoulder, and in the next, he appeared in the thick of battle, his dual sabres flashing about as he exchanged blows with a Concealed foe. No matter how much Zian wished otherwise, the sequence of events played out exactly as they always did, with Jukai opening the battle with two downward slashes, Pluck the Honeycomb and Gliding Wing separated by a fraction of a blink. One after the other the attacks landed home, and the Confessor stepped out of thin air with weapon raised and shock etched onto youthful features belonging to a man half his age. Pressing his advantage, Jukai unleashed a whirlwind of blows and drove his enemy back, each attack hammering home against the strange, hooked sword and driving it closer and closer to the traitors flesh. Outmatched and outmaneuververed, the Confessor threw a Defiled tribesman at Jukai to cover his retreat, but Zians Mentor sidestepped the projectile and raised his weapons to strike his fleeing foe

The retreat was a feint. The hooked sword sent twin sabres flying and a palm strike delivered shards of ribs piercing into lungs and flesh. There Jukai knelt, disarmed and disabled, his broad shoulders hunched but head raised high. Young Master, he Sent, his voice full of warmth and love, It was an honour to call myself your Mentor.

Then, the Twinned Dragon Jukai died, decapitated on the fields of Sinuji by the Defiled Confessor.The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

Even now, almost four months later, the memory pained Zian more than he cared to ever admit. A great deal happened on that fateful day, but he remembered little else after his Mentors death. According to Jing Fei, he witnessed everything firsthand, fought and killed until the Defiled fled, then stood and watched as Rain faced off against Gen, but it was all a big blank in his head. Jukai, the closest thing hed ever had to a father, was gone, and nothing could ever bring him back.

And it was all his fault.

If only hed been stronger, he could have fought at Mentors side or rushed in to save him from the killing blow.

If only he hadnt been so arrogant and accepted a few of Rang Mins demands, or gone to Rain for help sooner, then Jukai might have had other Peak Experts to watch his back.

If only youd never been born, a child who brings calamity to everyone you love.

With Balance lost to him, Zian opened his eyes and swallowed his despair, for it did him no good. The past was the past, and no amount of regret would ever change it. Scratching at the week-old stubble growing on his cheeks, he realized he sat alone in the confines of his carriage, with only the lingering scent of perfume to accompany him. Thinking theyd arrived at the citadel and were waiting outside the gates, he figured he might as well stretch his legs since meditation was no longer an option, but upon exiting the carriage, he found himself in his uncles manor courtyard with his concubine, her handmaidens, and his soldiers nowhere to be seen.

For a moment, Zian thought he spent the entire day inside his Natal Palace, but it was only mid-afternoon. Knowing thered be thousands of soldiers ahead of them, he thought theyd be waiting outside all day and all night before the inspectors got around to checking their wagons and kits, but apparently not. Directing a servant to bring him to greet Uncle Yang, he was told his uncle was outside the citadel training Martial Warriors for Nian Zu.

Probably arranged it so he wouldnt have to welcome his disgraced nephew and former disciple home.

No, that wasnt fair. Uncle Yang had doted on Zian since he was a child and loved him like a son.

A terrible substitute father though, never there for the important moments or even much at all, flitting in and out of Zians life as he pleased.

He didnt want you, never asked to be your father. He doesnt even want children of his own, so why bother with a foolhardy nephew?

Young Master? Are you unwell?

The servants apprehensive inquiry snapped Zian from his depressive thoughts and he shook his head to clear it. Im fine. Where is my concubine?

In the dining room Young Master, entertaining your guest.

...Guest? As if on cue, Jing Feis pleasant laugh sounded in his ears, a genuine expression she usually reserved only for him. A deep, throaty chuckle rang out in harmony, a baritone to her soprano, and Zians expression darkened at the intertwining laughter.

Even your woman wants nothing to do with you, an abject failure of a man.

Fury consumed Zian as he stormed into the manor with hands on his sabres hilts, but luckily he still had the presence of mind not to draw them in advance, for inside, his beauty sat across from his bodyguard, a man Zian owed too much to accuse of having designs on his wife. Ah Zian boyo, youre finally up, Vichear said, his eyes lighting up with honest delight. Quick now, talk some sense into your girly here. I keep tellin her Old Vichy aint good nough to Mentor anyone, but the silly little lass wont let up.

Its an expression.

Ive never heard it.

Read a book sometime, maybe youll learn something.

Hmph. Ask anyone here, and if one of them has heard the expression from someone besides you, then Ill boil my boots and eat them.

Tch. Glancing around for support, Rain found none forthcoming and scrunched his face into a frown. Fine. Whatever. What Im saying is, anyone with eyes could see Jukai cared deeply for you.

Staring at his feet, Zian took a deep breath. ...And?

And you cared for him. After a long silence, Rain handed him a cup of wine and a hot meat-bun wrapped in a leaf. Like I said, I didnt know him too well. Howd he come into your service?

Rain likely knew, but Zian responded anyways. Jukai was my fathers Martial Brother. They grew up together, neighbouring merchant sons who were the best of friends and rivals. The Twinned Dragons, people called them, famed throughout the land...

Once he started, he couldnt stop talking, and he told story after story about his Mentor, most learned second hand from wherever he could find them. Jukai rarely talked about the past and scowled fiercely when anyone else did so in his presence, but Zian loved hearing the stories regardless. Telling them now made him feel like the old man was standing at his side like always, silent and disapproving, but inwardly happy and proud. When he ran out of stories to tell, he slumped down and discovered Rain had slipped an arm around his shoulder at some point, and Jing Fei had also returned to his side. Looking up, he found a crowd had gathered to hear him speak, Vichear, Dastan, BoShui, Uncle Yang and several of Jukais friends and subordinates, listening in sombre silence with food and drinks in hand. Raising his untouched cup, Zian said, A toast. To my close kin and Honoured Mentor, Twinned Dragon Jukai.

Hear hear.

After everyone emptied their cups, one of Zians soldiers spoke up, a man named Junyi who served Jukai loyally for many years and Zians father before him. I ever tell you about our trip to Shen Jin? Without waiting for an answer, Junyi launched into a ribald tale of a young Jukai and Lu An Jing on a journey to the city of Divine Metal in search of wealth, fame, and fortune, a tale which had the crowd in stitches by the end. Then another of Jukais comrades spoke up, and another, Zian spent the evening listening to stories of his father and his mentor before they became the Twinned Dragons, stories hed never heard and would cherish until the day he died.

Uncle Yang even chimed in with a story about their first meeting and how Jukai taught him a lesson in humility, a hilarious tale Uncle would never have shared if the man were still alive.

The night was still young when Rain retired to rest, but Zian saw him off with a smile. Though he said little and drank less, hed been the one to set things in motion with a question, and for this, Zian was grateful. Four months and he had yet to properly mourn his Mentor, but after tonight, he finally gave him the send off he deserved.

The impromptu gathering continued in earnest even after Rain left, and Zian stood with Dastan and BoShui chatting about shared experiences. Eventually, the topic reached Domains and both looked to Zian, the only one of the three who lacked one. Yes, yes, he said in deadpan, enthusiastically clapping in congratulations. You are both talented and without peer, once in a century geniuses too.

No, you misunderstand. Trading glances with Dastan, BoShui said, I think we should tell him.

Frowning and shaking his head, Dastan replied, He already has a Natal Palace.

So? Makes things easier, if anything.

Too risky. The others already boarded our boat, but with Zian well be sailing in uncharted waters. We should talk to Vichear first, then bring this to the boss and his Mentors.

What are you fools going on about? Zians question surprised his friends, as if theyd forgotten he was listening in.

Im older and therefore wiser, so I say we let him decide. Besides, nothing will go wrong, I know it. Brushing Dastans concerns aside, BoShui leaned in and Sent, I think weve stumbled across a simple, fool-proof method for Natal Palace Formation and Domain Development, one any person could use.

No wonder Dastan was being so cagey. The Martial Path was not to be discussed lightly, not when a simple misunderstanding could result in going down a dead-end Path. It might be decades before BoShui and Dastan discover their simple method was flawed and unviable, but... Fool-proof, you say? A tempting proposition, but from what little he could garner, their method for Domain Development seemed tied to Natal Palace Formation. Should he risk it and try something new, or trust in himself to figure it out on his own?

No, not trust in himself, but trust in Mentor.

I dont want to hear about it, Zian Sent, folding his arms to brook no argument. And dont bring this to Vichear or Rain either. Take it to someone older and wiser, someone already set in their Path who will not be swayed by your foolishness, like Nian Zu or Rains Grand-Mentor.

Taken aback by his refusal, BoShuis shock quickly turned into admiration. A dragon among men indeed. Such is the confidence of a true genius. My apologies for bringing it up. Blushing as he stroked his beard, he added, Ill ask Rain first, but Im sure his Grand-Mentor will speak with us; She patted my cheek and called me handsome earlier.

Mother in Heaven, BoShui was smitten with a woman at least five times his age, possibly more since no one would say how old Akanai really was. Well, youve seen her husband, Zian countered, laughing as the smile melted from BoShuis face. The two of you do bear a striking similarity. Broad shouldered, barrel-chested, and a face which had been punched far too many times. Come, he shouted, wrapping an arm around Dastan and BoShui each. My brothers cups are empty, so let us find more to drink!

The Martial Path could wait. Hearing about Jukai and his fathers bond made Zian cherish the few friendships he had, Rain, BoShui, and Dastan, and he hoped to have many stories of his own to tell his children when they reached this age, tales of brotherhood and camaraderie to inspire and entertain.

Fung counted as a friend too, Zian supposed, but there was something about the man which he couldnt bring himself to like...

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