Chapter 283
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Chapter 283
While riding home, the cold winter temperature helps cools my temper though it does nothing to improve my already foul mood. I shouldnt have trashed all of Baledaghs sparring partners, theyre my friends and I trampled over their pride, not to mention my little brothers. While winning was cathartic, a few minutes later all Im left with is guilt and regret. Trusting Mafu to find his way back unguided, I enter the Natal Palace to check on Baledagh, where he sits pouting on the bed while lost in thought, his arms crossed and brow furrowed. Hey buddy, howre you doing?
Scowling as I take a seat beside him, he answers my question with one of his own, one of my greatest pet peeves. How did you know to parry BoShuis opening strike? If it wasnt a feint and had real power behind it, your weapon would have been blown aside and your front exposed.
Right down to business I guess. Hes trained to not telegraph his punches, but he has a tell in his shoulders when he feints. If you see the punch before it starts, its a feint.
Pausing as he considers my words and reflects on the match, Baledagh nods as he commits this to memory. What about Dastan? You struck the moment he moved, faster than reflexes allow.
Dastans strong, but not strong enough to overpower you through sheer muscle alone. His strikes are so overwhelming because he puts his whole body into each swing, with everything from his toes to shoulders working in perfect coordination to deliver a powerful blow. Problem is, when hes wearing those cloth sparring shoes, you can literally see his toes clench in preparation for a strike. Plenty of time to react.
Again, Baledagh stops to absorb the information before asking his next question. And Zian? Howd you know hed slip to your right? Standard tactics say to keep yourself on your opponents weak side, which would be your left. Him stepping right is unpredictable.
Yea, I dunno why but Ive noticed he often puts himself at a disadvantage against you. Only you, never against the others, but its not because hes looking down on you. Its calculated and intentional, or it was at the start, so my guess is hes trying to be less predictable. Problem is, you never punish him for it so hes picked up a couple bad habits. I also had contingencies in place no matter what Zian did, but lets leave that alone for now. Baledagh isn't really a planner, more of a doer.
Still scowling in full force, Baledagh looks me in the eye and asks, The step you used today. Why didnt you tell me itd be so effective? You used it to defeat every one of them except Zian. Against him, the step forced him on the defensive instead of dancing circles around us like he always does, a huge advantage.
One he could have used these past few months, but I sort of left him out to dry. Is that what you want? I counter, happy to give him a taste of his own medicine. Questions for answers are the worst. For me to give you all the answers like a little Spectre floating around your mind? Ah I shouldnt of said that. Isnt that all I am, Baledaghs benign Spectre? You helped me perfect the movement, how come you never tried it out yourself?
Because I didnt understand what made it so effective until Li Song just explained it. Deflating with a sigh, Baledagh rests his chin on his palms and adds, Plus, it looks ridiculous.
Putting my arm around his shoulders, I wrack my brains for a way to cheer him up. Failing to come up with anything useful, I ask, You wanna go for a ride after we drop the bunnies off? Mafu could use the exercise.
No. Im weak, I cant spare the time for frivolous activities.
Youre not weak.
No need to lie brother. If Im not weak, then why do your friends all think youre holding back when I fight?
I really wished theyd been more tactful about it all. Theyre misinformed. Rolling my eyes at his disbelieving scoff, I suppress the urge to be snarky and sarcastic. Internally hemorrhaging from the effort required, I broadcast my recollection of the fight on the windows and let it play out to emphasize my words. Notice how cautiously theyre approaching the fight. Even though we look the same, our styles are drastically different and it shows. Everything they learned about fighting you doesnt apply to fighting against me, whereas I know everything there is to know about them. Thats why I won so easily. Believe me, if we fought a second or third time, my victory wont come so easily. Though Id probably still win if I went all out, even against Zian or Li Song. Baledagh could too if he stopped falling for obvious baits, but hes too eager to close the distance and duke it out. Hes a little brainless in that regard and while its not so bad in a real fight where I can heal our injuries, it's a huge handicap in a spar where we fight to first obvious injury.
Determined to continue sulking, Baledagh ignores my attempts to cheer him up and grumbles, That cant be the only reason. Even with what youve revealed, I still have trouble seeing a path to victory in my next spar.
Honestly, Ive pondered the same thing, but hes not gonna like my answer. Ive seen you practice. Youre fast and agile, your movements flowing and free, yet when you step on stage, that all changes. You tense up, puff out your chest, and lock your knees, clenching and unclenching your fist and jaw. In other words, my little brother has stage fright but calling it that wont win me any points. He needs to come to that conclusion himself. Answer me this: When those soldiers posing as merchants tried to kill you, how did you feel?
With a small chuckle, Baledagh replies, Amused, mostly. Their intentions were laughably obvious.
Youre so funny hubby. It was just a family lunch, ya?
Yea, but social interactions are draining, even if its with family. I love them, but a big meal once a week is probably my limit. And one almost-exile a lifetime is already too much.
Mm. I love having a big family. Resting her head against mine, Lin smiles as she snuggles with Mama Bun, who is oddly docile in my wifeys arms. It used to be just me and Daddy, or sometimes even just me alone. Now, every night I get to eat with my Rainy and his family, its the best.
It's your family too, wifey. I love having a big family, I just dont necessarily want to be around them everyday. I need my personal space, some alone time to rest and recuperate. Alone time I almost never get unless I lock myself in the Natal Palace, but such is life.
Lins big brown eyes meet mine as she asks, Want me to leave so you can be alone?
The best thing is shes not offended at the prospect of being asked to leave, only concerned shes bothering me and Im too polite to say so. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pull her close and whisper, Never. I love being alone with you around. I really do. Dont know why, but Im comfortable around her, even more so than with Mila. Lin has no expectations, she only wants to be close.
With a tiny giggle, Lin kisses my forehead and says, Silly Rainy, youre not making any sense.
Dont have to. Its just how it is. Spotting a drooling Mafu crawling towards the box of bunnies, I stretch a foot out and nudge his fat head away. Im gonna need to dig a warren soon or Ill be left with exactly zero bunnies and one slightly fatter quin. It wouldnt be the worst thing in the world, but since Guard Leader specifically told me to look after Mama Bun, I dont want to disappoint her.
Truth be told, I dont blame Guard Leader for wanting me gone. Akanai was wrong to stand up for me, she shouldve let them exile me and be done with it. She didnt defend me because I was morally in the right, she stood up for me because in her eyes, even though I fucked up, were family and family sticks together. As much as I appreciate her support, my actions during the Purge almost brought disaster to the Bekhais doorstep. Worse, if given the same choice again, I dont think Id do things any differently. I understand the smart thing to do is to be like Zian and keep my head down, but I dont think I could ever forgive myself if I did nothing while innocent people suffered right before my eyes.
All it takes for evil to triumph is for good people to do nothing, but what am I supposed to do if evil has already won?
Things arent even that easy. The Purge might very well be a necessary evil. A few thousand lives sacrificed to protect millions more, simple arithmetic. This doesnt mean the Emperor is evil, just a cold-hearted pragmatist. Who am I to say things should be different? If I had my way and the Purge was stopped, maybe the Spectres would take over everyone and leave nothing but death and ashes in their wake. Who can say?
Maybe its better if I give up and go full hermit mode for the rest of my life, but is that what I really want? As much as I hate people and travelling, I cant live my life in self-imposed isolation. Right now I feel like hiding away from the world, but who knows what tomorrow will bring? Maybe Ill want to go to the market with my wifey, or travel with Mila as she rises to glory, or even take my family on a pleasure trip to see a giant turtle. During these excursions, if I see something morally wrong, then Ill most likely do something stupid and try to stop it regardless of the law or possible consequences. Im not some paragon of justice, but I cant turn a blind eye to abuse or suffering. In all likelihood, Ill end up dying for a stupid reason, but thats the life I want to live.
Unfettered and free to do whatever the fuck I feel like.
Which apparently means I need to be at least stronger than Nian Zu. I wish Zian had answered my last question. How strong do I need to be before I can tell the Emperor to mind his own god-damned business? Stronger than the Society obviously. Maybe there isnt an answer. Im not sure if the Emperor rules through personal strength or his massive armies, or maybe he commands obedience through Divine Right of Kings or something. Whatever. The Empire has survived this long, and while things are looking grim, were still not on the brink of outright extinction so theyve got to be doing something right. Either way, matters of national security are above my pay grade. Im just a small man with small dreams, who wants to live a long, happy, uneventful life with his family and friends. Is that really so much to ask for?
If past experience is anything to go by, then yes it is and how dare I demand such extravagance? Well fuck you Universe. I want it all and Im gonna get it, with or without your help. Ill show the Bekhai not exiling me was the best decision they ever made. Ill collect all of Blobbys friends and master the use of Heavenly Energy, becoming strong enough to not listen to some absentee ruler who doesnt give a damn about the welfare of his people. Im aiming for the pinnacle because I now realize the only way my loved ones will ever truly be safe is if we become strong enough to ensure our safety.
Even if its through the threat of mutual destruction.
...
Though I should probably hermit up for a year or five first. Just to be safe.
Chapter Meme
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Chapter 283
While riding home, the cold winter temperature helps cools my temper though it does nothing to improve my already foul mood. I shouldnt have trashed all of Baledaghs sparring partners, theyre my friends and I trampled over their pride, not to mention my little brothers. While winning was cathartic, a few minutes later all Im left with is guilt and regret. Trusting Mafu to find his way back unguided, I enter the Natal Palace to check on Baledagh, where he sits pouting on the bed while lost in thought, his arms crossed and brow furrowed. Hey buddy, howre you doing?
Scowling as I take a seat beside him, he answers my question with one of his own, one of my greatest pet peeves. How did you know to parry BoShuis opening strike? If it wasnt a feint and had real power behind it, your weapon would have been blown aside and your front exposed.
Right down to business I guess. Hes trained to not telegraph his punches, but he has a tell in his shoulders when he feints. If you see the punch before it starts, its a feint.
Pausing as he considers my words and reflects on the match, Baledagh nods as he commits this to memory. What about Dastan? You struck the moment he moved, faster than reflexes allow.
Dastans strong, but not strong enough to overpower you through sheer muscle alone. His strikes are so overwhelming because he puts his whole body into each swing, with everything from his toes to shoulders working in perfect coordination to deliver a powerful blow. Problem is, when hes wearing those cloth sparring shoes, you can literally see his toes clench in preparation for a strike. Plenty of time to react.
Again, Baledagh stops to absorb the information before asking his next question. And Zian? Howd you know hed slip to your right? Standard tactics say to keep yourself on your opponents weak side, which would be your left. Him stepping right is unpredictable.
Yea, I dunno why but Ive noticed he often puts himself at a disadvantage against you. Only you, never against the others, but its not because hes looking down on you. Its calculated and intentional, or it was at the start, so my guess is hes trying to be less predictable. Problem is, you never punish him for it so hes picked up a couple bad habits. I also had contingencies in place no matter what Zian did, but lets leave that alone for now. Baledagh isn't really a planner, more of a doer.
Still scowling in full force, Baledagh looks me in the eye and asks, The step you used today. Why didnt you tell me itd be so effective? You used it to defeat every one of them except Zian. Against him, the step forced him on the defensive instead of dancing circles around us like he always does, a huge advantage.
One he could have used these past few months, but I sort of left him out to dry. Is that what you want? I counter, happy to give him a taste of his own medicine. Questions for answers are the worst. For me to give you all the answers like a little Spectre floating around your mind? Ah I shouldnt of said that. Isnt that all I am, Baledaghs benign Spectre? You helped me perfect the movement, how come you never tried it out yourself?
Because I didnt understand what made it so effective until Li Song just explained it. Deflating with a sigh, Baledagh rests his chin on his palms and adds, Plus, it looks ridiculous.
Putting my arm around his shoulders, I wrack my brains for a way to cheer him up. Failing to come up with anything useful, I ask, You wanna go for a ride after we drop the bunnies off? Mafu could use the exercise.
No. Im weak, I cant spare the time for frivolous activities.
Youre not weak.
No need to lie brother. If Im not weak, then why do your friends all think youre holding back when I fight?
I really wished theyd been more tactful about it all. Theyre misinformed. Rolling my eyes at his disbelieving scoff, I suppress the urge to be snarky and sarcastic. Internally hemorrhaging from the effort required, I broadcast my recollection of the fight on the windows and let it play out to emphasize my words. Notice how cautiously theyre approaching the fight. Even though we look the same, our styles are drastically different and it shows. Everything they learned about fighting you doesnt apply to fighting against me, whereas I know everything there is to know about them. Thats why I won so easily. Believe me, if we fought a second or third time, my victory wont come so easily. Though Id probably still win if I went all out, even against Zian or Li Song. Baledagh could too if he stopped falling for obvious baits, but hes too eager to close the distance and duke it out. Hes a little brainless in that regard and while its not so bad in a real fight where I can heal our injuries, it's a huge handicap in a spar where we fight to first obvious injury.
Determined to continue sulking, Baledagh ignores my attempts to cheer him up and grumbles, That cant be the only reason. Even with what youve revealed, I still have trouble seeing a path to victory in my next spar.
Honestly, Ive pondered the same thing, but hes not gonna like my answer. Ive seen you practice. Youre fast and agile, your movements flowing and free, yet when you step on stage, that all changes. You tense up, puff out your chest, and lock your knees, clenching and unclenching your fist and jaw. In other words, my little brother has stage fright but calling it that wont win me any points. He needs to come to that conclusion himself. Answer me this: When those soldiers posing as merchants tried to kill you, how did you feel?
With a small chuckle, Baledagh replies, Amused, mostly. Their intentions were laughably obvious.
Youre so funny hubby. It was just a family lunch, ya?
Yea, but social interactions are draining, even if its with family. I love them, but a big meal once a week is probably my limit. And one almost-exile a lifetime is already too much.
Mm. I love having a big family. Resting her head against mine, Lin smiles as she snuggles with Mama Bun, who is oddly docile in my wifeys arms. It used to be just me and Daddy, or sometimes even just me alone. Now, every night I get to eat with my Rainy and his family, its the best.
It's your family too, wifey. I love having a big family, I just dont necessarily want to be around them everyday. I need my personal space, some alone time to rest and recuperate. Alone time I almost never get unless I lock myself in the Natal Palace, but such is life.
Lins big brown eyes meet mine as she asks, Want me to leave so you can be alone?
The best thing is shes not offended at the prospect of being asked to leave, only concerned shes bothering me and Im too polite to say so. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pull her close and whisper, Never. I love being alone with you around. I really do. Dont know why, but Im comfortable around her, even more so than with Mila. Lin has no expectations, she only wants to be close.
With a tiny giggle, Lin kisses my forehead and says, Silly Rainy, youre not making any sense.
Dont have to. Its just how it is. Spotting a drooling Mafu crawling towards the box of bunnies, I stretch a foot out and nudge his fat head away. Im gonna need to dig a warren soon or Ill be left with exactly zero bunnies and one slightly fatter quin. It wouldnt be the worst thing in the world, but since Guard Leader specifically told me to look after Mama Bun, I dont want to disappoint her.
Truth be told, I dont blame Guard Leader for wanting me gone. Akanai was wrong to stand up for me, she shouldve let them exile me and be done with it. She didnt defend me because I was morally in the right, she stood up for me because in her eyes, even though I fucked up, were family and family sticks together. As much as I appreciate her support, my actions during the Purge almost brought disaster to the Bekhais doorstep. Worse, if given the same choice again, I dont think Id do things any differently. I understand the smart thing to do is to be like Zian and keep my head down, but I dont think I could ever forgive myself if I did nothing while innocent people suffered right before my eyes.
All it takes for evil to triumph is for good people to do nothing, but what am I supposed to do if evil has already won?
Things arent even that easy. The Purge might very well be a necessary evil. A few thousand lives sacrificed to protect millions more, simple arithmetic. This doesnt mean the Emperor is evil, just a cold-hearted pragmatist. Who am I to say things should be different? If I had my way and the Purge was stopped, maybe the Spectres would take over everyone and leave nothing but death and ashes in their wake. Who can say?
Maybe its better if I give up and go full hermit mode for the rest of my life, but is that what I really want? As much as I hate people and travelling, I cant live my life in self-imposed isolation. Right now I feel like hiding away from the world, but who knows what tomorrow will bring? Maybe Ill want to go to the market with my wifey, or travel with Mila as she rises to glory, or even take my family on a pleasure trip to see a giant turtle. During these excursions, if I see something morally wrong, then Ill most likely do something stupid and try to stop it regardless of the law or possible consequences. Im not some paragon of justice, but I cant turn a blind eye to abuse or suffering. In all likelihood, Ill end up dying for a stupid reason, but thats the life I want to live.
Unfettered and free to do whatever the fuck I feel like.
Which apparently means I need to be at least stronger than Nian Zu. I wish Zian had answered my last question. How strong do I need to be before I can tell the Emperor to mind his own god-damned business? Stronger than the Society obviously. Maybe there isnt an answer. Im not sure if the Emperor rules through personal strength or his massive armies, or maybe he commands obedience through Divine Right of Kings or something. Whatever. The Empire has survived this long, and while things are looking grim, were still not on the brink of outright extinction so theyve got to be doing something right. Either way, matters of national security are above my pay grade. Im just a small man with small dreams, who wants to live a long, happy, uneventful life with his family and friends. Is that really so much to ask for?
If past experience is anything to go by, then yes it is and how dare I demand such extravagance? Well fuck you Universe. I want it all and Im gonna get it, with or without your help. Ill show the Bekhai not exiling me was the best decision they ever made. Ill collect all of Blobbys friends and master the use of Heavenly Energy, becoming strong enough to not listen to some absentee ruler who doesnt give a damn about the welfare of his people. Im aiming for the pinnacle because I now realize the only way my loved ones will ever truly be safe is if we become strong enough to ensure our safety.
Even if its through the threat of mutual destruction.
...
Though I should probably hermit up for a year or five first. Just to be safe.
Chapter Meme
Chapter 283While riding home, the cold winter temperature helps cools my temper though it does nothing to improve my already foul mood. I shouldnt have trashed all of Baledaghs sparring partners, theyre my friends and I trampled over their pride, not to mention my little brothers. While winning was cathartic, a few minutes later all Im left with is guilt and regret. Trusting Mafu to find his way back unguided, I enter the Natal Palace to check on Baledagh, where he sits pouting on the bed while lost in thought, his arms crossed and brow furrowed. Hey buddy, howre you doing?Scowling as I take a seat beside him, he answers my question with one of his own, one of my greatest pet peeves. How did you know to parry BoShuis opening strike? If it wasnt a feint and had real power behind it, your weapon would have been blown aside and your front exposed.Right down to business I guess. Hes trained to not telegraph his punches, but he has a tell in his shoulders when he feints. If you see the punch before it starts, its a feint.Pausing as he considers my words and reflects on the match, Baledagh nods as he commits this to memory. What about Dastan? You struck the moment he moved, faster than reflexes allow.Dastans strong, but not strong enough to overpower you through sheer muscle alone. His strikes are so overwhelming because he puts his whole body into each swing, with everything from his toes to shoulders working in perfect coordination to deliver a powerful blow. Problem is, when hes wearing those cloth sparring shoes, you can literally see his toes clench in preparation for a strike. Plenty of time to react.Again, Baledagh stops to absorb the information before asking his next question. And Zian? Howd you know hed slip to your right? Standard tactics say to keep yourself on your opponents weak side, which would be your left. Him stepping right is unpredictable.Yea, I dunno why but Ive noticed he often puts himself at a disadvantage against you. Only you, never against the others, but its not because hes looking down on you. Its calculated and intentional, or it was at the start, so my guess is hes trying to be less predictable. Problem is, you never punish him for it so hes picked up a couple bad habits. I also had contingencies in place no matter what Zian did, but lets leave that alone for now. Baledagh isn't really a planner, more of a doer.Still scowling in full force, Baledagh looks me in the eye and asks, The step you used today. Why didnt you tell me itd be so effective? You used it to defeat every one of them except Zian. Against him, the step forced him on the defensive instead of dancing circles around us like he always does, a huge advantage.One he could have used these past few months, but I sort of left him out to dry. Is that what you want? I counter, happy to give him a taste of his own medicine. Questions for answers are the worst. For me to give you all the answers like a little Spectre floating around your mind? Ah I shouldnt of said that. Isnt that all I am, Baledaghs benign Spectre? You helped me perfect the movement, how come you never tried it out yourself?Because I didnt understand what made it so effective until Li Song just explained it. Deflating with a sigh, Baledagh rests his chin on his palms and adds, Plus, it looks ridiculous.Putting my arm around his shoulders, I wrack my brains for a way to cheer him up. Failing to come up with anything useful, I ask, You wanna go for a ride after we drop the bunnies off? Mafu could use the exercise.No. Im weak, I cant spare the time for frivolous activities.Youre not weak.No need to lie brother. If Im not weak, then why do your friends all think youre holding back when I fight?I really wished theyd been more tactful about it all. Theyre misinformed. Rolling my eyes at his disbelieving scoff, I suppress the urge to be snarky and sarcastic. Internally hemorrhaging from the effort required, I broadcast my recollection of the fight on the windows and let it play out to emphasize my words. Notice how cautiously theyre approaching the fight. Even though we look the same, our styles are drastically different and it shows. Everything they learned about fighting you doesnt apply to fighting against me, whereas I know everything there is to know about them. Thats why I won so easily. Believe me, if we fought a second or third time, my victory wont come so easily. Though Id probably still win if I went all out, even against Zian or Li Song. Baledagh could too if he stopped falling for obvious baits, but hes too eager to close the distance and duke it out. Hes a little brainless in that regard and while its not so bad in a real fight where I can heal our injuries, it's a huge handicap in a spar where we fight to first obvious injury.Determined to continue sulking, Baledagh ignores my attempts to cheer him up and grumbles, That cant be the only reason. Even with what youve revealed, I still have trouble seeing a path to victory in my next spar.Honestly, Ive pondered the same thing, but hes not gonna like my answer. Ive seen you practice. Youre fast and agile, your movements flowing and free, yet when you step on stage, that all changes. You tense up, puff out your chest, and lock your knees, clenching and unclenching your fist and jaw. In other words, my little brother has stage fright but calling it that wont win me any points. He needs to come to that conclusion himself. Answer me this: When those soldiers posing as merchants tried to kill you, how did you feel?With a small chuckle, Baledagh replies, Amused, mostly. Their intentions were laughably obvious.Youre so funny hubby. It was just a family lunch, ya?Yea, but social interactions are draining, even if its with family. I love them, but a big meal once a week is probably my limit. And one almost-exile a lifetime is already too much.Mm. I love having a big family. Resting her head against mine, Lin smiles as she snuggles with Mama Bun, who is oddly docile in my wifeys arms. It used to be just me and Daddy, or sometimes even just me alone. Now, every night I get to eat with my Rainy and his family, its the best.It's your family too, wifey. I love having a big family, I just dont necessarily want to be around them everyday. I need my personal space, some alone time to rest and recuperate. Alone time I almost never get unless I lock myself in the Natal Palace, but such is life.Lins big brown eyes meet mine as she asks, Want me to leave so you can be alone?The best thing is shes not offended at the prospect of being asked to leave, only concerned shes bothering me and Im too polite to say so. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pull her close and whisper, Never. I love being alone with you around. I really do. Dont know why, but Im comfortable around her, even more so than with Mila. Lin has no expectations, she only wants to be close. With a tiny giggle, Lin kisses my forehead and says, Silly Rainy, youre not making any sense.Dont have to. Its just how it is. Spotting a drooling Mafu crawling towards the box of bunnies, I stretch a foot out and nudge his fat head away. Im gonna need to dig a warren soon or Ill be left with exactly zero bunnies and one slightly fatter quin. It wouldnt be the worst thing in the world, but since Guard Leader specifically told me to look after Mama Bun, I dont want to disappoint her.Truth be told, I dont blame Guard Leader for wanting me gone. Akanai was wrong to stand up for me, she shouldve let them exile me and be done with it. She didnt defend me because I was morally in the right, she stood up for me because in her eyes, even though I fucked up, were family and family sticks together. As much as I appreciate her support, my actions during the Purge almost brought disaster to the Bekhais doorstep. Worse, if given the same choice again, I dont think Id do things any differently. I understand the smart thing to do is to be like Zian and keep my head down, but I dont think I could ever forgive myself if I did nothing while innocent people suffered right before my eyes.All it takes for evil to triumph is for good people to do nothing, but what am I supposed to do if evil has already won?Things arent even that easy. The Purge might very well be a necessary evil. A few thousand lives sacrificed to protect millions more, simple arithmetic. This doesnt mean the Emperor is evil, just a cold-hearted pragmatist. Who am I to say things should be different? If I had my way and the Purge was stopped, maybe the Spectres would take over everyone and leave nothing but death and ashes in their wake. Who can say?Maybe its better if I give up and go full hermit mode for the rest of my life, but is that what I really want? As much as I hate people and travelling, I cant live my life in self-imposed isolation. Right now I feel like hiding away from the world, but who knows what tomorrow will bring? Maybe Ill want to go to the market with my wifey, or travel with Mila as she rises to glory, or even take my family on a pleasure trip to see a giant turtle. During these excursions, if I see something morally wrong, then Ill most likely do something stupid and try to stop it regardless of the law or possible consequences. Im not some paragon of justice, but I cant turn a blind eye to abuse or suffering. In all likelihood, Ill end up dying for a stupid reason, but thats the life I want to live.Unfettered and free to do whatever the fuck I feel like.Which apparently means I need to be at least stronger than Nian Zu. I wish Zian had answered my last question. How strong do I need to be before I can tell the Emperor to mind his own god-damned business? Stronger than the Society obviously. Maybe there isnt an answer. Im not sure if the Emperor rules through personal strength or his massive armies, or maybe he commands obedience through Divine Right of Kings or something. Whatever. The Empire has survived this long, and while things are looking grim, were still not on the brink of outright extinction so theyve got to be doing something right. Either way, matters of national security are above my pay grade. Im just a small man with small dreams, who wants to live a long, happy, uneventful life with his family and friends. Is that really so much to ask for?If past experience is anything to go by, then yes it is and how dare I demand such extravagance? Well fuck you Universe. I want it all and Im gonna get it, with or without your help. Ill show the Bekhai not exiling me was the best decision they ever made. Ill collect all of Blobbys friends and master the use of Heavenly Energy, becoming strong enough to not listen to some absentee ruler who doesnt give a damn about the welfare of his people. Im aiming for the pinnacle because I now realize the only way my loved ones will ever truly be safe is if we become strong enough to ensure our safety.Even if its through the threat of mutual destruction....Though I should probably hermit up for a year or five first. Just to be safe.Chapter Meme
