Chapter 424
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Chapter 424
Cooking aint easy.
Truth is, its kinda a hassle. Without freezers or chemical preservatives, everythings gotta be done on the spot when you want to cook a meal, which adds up to a whole lot of time spent two or three times a day. Even making something as simple as dumplings takes a lot of effort. You gotta knead the dough, mince the meat, dice the veggies, grind the spices, roll the wrappers, wrap the dumplings, and steam them evenly to ensure theyre completely cooked without being over cooked. Things get even more complicated if you take into account things like hunting and butchering the animal or milling the flour, or getting things done in the right order at the right time. Cant pre-make the wrappers because they dry out quickly, nor can you mince more meat than needed because it spoils faster, and a multitude of other minor issues which can drive a man crazy. All this just for dumplings.
In short, I suspect my love for cooking stems from my masochistic tendencies.
Still, after two months of eating nothing but field rations, even a simple meal cooked over a campfire tastes heavenly in comparison, and doubly so when shared with loved ones. Theres something spiritually satisfying about watching people enjoy a meal you cooked, a confidence boost I cant get from anywhere else. My time and effort has gone into this food, and Lins cherubic facial expressions, Yans quasi-erotic appreciative moans, and even Songs muted gestures of delight are all the reward I need.
That said, today, my most rewarding diner is Luo-Luo.
Recovered after an hour-long nap, the once-elegant Imperial Servant devours my cooking like a ravenous beast. Gone are the days of her dainty bites and refined sips as Luo-Luos chopsticks tap out a symphony of gluttony, hard at work shovelling thick noodles and shredded pork into her waiting mouth. Barely chewing, she slurps down the soup before moving on to the dumplings, tearing into the piping hot wraps with a furious vengeance. Eyes wide and mouth full, Luo-Luos movements are quick and precise, her chopsticks readied and eyes focused on the next piece of food. Its like seeing Pong Pong go to town on shrimp, impressive, yet oddly unsettling and somehow also endearing. If Luo-Luo genuinely loves my cooking even half as much as Pong Pong loves shrimp, then I could really see a future between us.
God... why am I so turned on right now?
In less than five minutes, the four ladies devour what took me an hour to make, with Luo-Luo eating more than the rest of us combined. Lips pursed in disappointment, Luo-Luo reclaims her ladylike demeanour and gingerly dabs her mouth with a handkerchief, her gaze filled with restrained dissatisfaction as it turns in my direction. Rising to her feet with a cold, humourless smile, she eschews her customary curtsy and says, Luo-Luo must excuse herself, as there is much work to be done.
My apologetic smile goes unnoticed as she stalks over to Mafu, and I make a mental note to cook more food next time. Shaking her head in disapproval, Yan offers to ride back with Luo-Luo while Sending, I left you two alone for five minutes. What did you say or do to offend her?
...Nothing? I thought our alone time went fine. Isnt Luo-Luo just hangry? Did I stare too much and embarrass her? Or maybe she has to poop and shes rushing home for privacy, who knows. I dont understand women, and I probably never will.
Good thing this will never be a problem with Lin. After washing the dishes with Songs help, we settle down to watch my sweet wifeys impromptu pet pageant, featuring all the silly tricks Lin taught the floofs in our absence. Turns out, she has a real knack for training animals which goes beyond simple commands like roll over and paw. Those are merely the opening act, and soon after Lin guides the floofs through a series of Chi-powered stunts. From bears balancing on chairs to gravity-defying wildcat parkour, the animals display an unprecedented level of skill, intelligence, and coordination which leaves me astonished, especially the bun buns. Sweet though she may be, Mama Bun isnt the sharpest tool in the shed so I figured her cute babies would be the same, but under Lins command, the adolescent bunnies work together to untie knots, move in eye-catching formations, and perform synchronized flops and binkies, which is what I call their random jumps of happiness.
By the end of the performance, my sides are splitting with laughter and Ive lost count of how many times Ive awwd. Even the usually icy Song has a soft smile on her face as she individually rewards the floofy performers with delicious treats. Meanwhile I sweep the conductor into my arms and reward her with a kiss. Incredible, I say, careful not to hug her too tightly. Absolutely incredible. How did you teach them to use Chi?
I didnt teach them hubby, they figured it out on their own. Beaming with pride, Lin adds, All I did was motivate them to learn, ya?
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Mm... Like jump. Fluttering her long scarf to catch Auries attention, Lin commands the golden wildcat to make another breathtaking vertical leap. His mouth wide with glee, Aurie easily clears five meters without a running start, which is two meters higher than what he could jump six months ago. I stopped feeding them regular meals and just hung meat in the trees. Then, every day, Id raise the meat a little higher, and once they realized they could do it, they were jumping around all the time. Covering her mouth to giggle, Lin continues, Oh hubby, you shouldve seen the first time Jimjam jumped into the house through Luo-Luos window. She screamed like Kyaaaaaaaa and Jimjam jumped right back out and hid in the bushes like a scared bun-bun. Narrowing her eyes with a pout, Lin adds, Thats when Mi-Mi made me teach them to jump on command, so theyd understand no jump.
Shaking my head, I roll my eyes and sigh. I dont understand what Mila was thinking, gifting Luo-Luo with a Spiritual Weapon. So what if she becomes a peerless Martial Warrior? Its been two months and shes still terrified of the floofs, so what good will she be on the battlefield? More importantly, how can I use Lins method to ensure all my floofs outlive me? How does Chi make animals live forever anyways?
Busy clipping Banjos claws with her saber, Song chimes in without looking up. Courage will come with confidence. Much like Lin-Lin built Auries confidence by having him jump higher each passing day, we must gradually build Luo-Luos the same way.
Tugging her braids in a show of frustration, Lin grumbles, I know, and I tried, but Mi-Mi scolded me and told me to stop bullying Luo-Luo. I wasnt bullying, I was trying to help! I planned a trip to hunt and fly kites but she refused to stay out overnight, and then she threw a big hissy fit when I tried to bring her boating with Daddy. Huffing with indignation, she adds, I even had a plan to help her get over her fear of the wildcats. I was gonna wait for Luo-Luo to fall asleep and then sneak Aurie into her bed. Then, when she wakes up and sees how cute he is, she wont be scared anymore like with Mafu-fu.
Food.
...Beyond that.
No word games, Ulfsaar snaps, his fists balled at his sides. Speak plainly.
Refusing to back down, I narrow my eyes and wait until the big guy reins in his temper, his expression regretful, yet also unrepentant. Hes sorry he spoke out, but believes he is right to be angry, except he doesnt really understand why hes angry. You once told me you studied bears in order to seek your purpose.
A mistake, he growls, now angry at his past self. I am no beast.
True, but that doesnt mean you cant learn from their example. Pointing at the herd again, I say, Take another look and tell me what you see.
I see dumb, smelly animals chewing grass like the placid beasts they are.
Mean. Okay, now think back to the first time you saw the herd, a days west of Sinuji. They were chewing grass then too. Did you notice anything different about them?
...No.
Exactly. Seeing his confusion, I continue, Here, they are safe and sound, but out west, they were in constant danger, yet in both cases, they remained calm until a threat presented itself. Like you, they are strong and powerful, and like you, their temper is fierce to behold, but unlike them, youve forgotten how to let go of your anger. Growing defensive, Ulfsaar growls, a hoarse, guttural sound which sets my bones to shaking, but I press on. We spent a lot of time surrounded by danger, so you held onto that anger because you think the anger makes you strong, but it doesnt. Anger is a crutch, one youve come to rely on too much, so its time to change.
What do you know, child? Ulfsaar reaches out to grab me by the neck, but the ring of weapons stays his hand. His people, the warriors he brought from Sanshu, all stand ready to cut him down should he lose control, and leading them is his sweet wife. Her eyes filled with sorrow, Neera gazes at the man her husband has become and Ulfsaar deflates before her scrutiny.
Waving his people away, I continue speaking as if he didnt just consider killing me in his rage. I know that despite your prodigious strength, you are a man who loves peace. I know that given the choice, you would never again turn your weapon against a living foe and you pursue Martial Strength because you seek the Mothers lessons within the Forms. I know that you followed me here out of a sense of obligation more than loyalty, because despite my objections, you still believe I am the Mothers Chosen Son. I know you recently formed your Natal Palace, yet your strength has stagnated, and most importantly, I know why. Throw away the crutch, Ulfsaar. You dont need it. You have people you can rely on if you need help to stand. Patting his arm, I say the next part through Sending so only he hears it. Release your anger and seek Balance my friend, else next time, I fear I wont be enough to save you from the Fathers agents.
Its a risk even implying I can do what I do, but I trust him. I fed him a line about drugs and detox after I ripped the Spectres from his soul back in Sanshu, but hes always suspected otherwise, which I assume is why hes still following me. My gambit pays off as Ulfsaars eyes widen in surprise, and after a long, excruciating pause, he nods. Thats all I get, but its enough. Good. Another thing. Ive got a job for you and your crew.
Your command? Ulfsaar asks, his voice quiet and eyes reverent, which isnt the best, but itll have to do.
With a triumphant grin, I point at my herd a third time. Make sure they dont wander off and pick out the best candidates for combat training. You and your giants are too slow on your feet, so Im thinking its time we gave you some personal transport. Try and wash them too if you can. They stink. Plus, itll be good for Ulfsaar to look after a living, breathing creature instead of killing it, sorta like a therapy cow, and it saves me from having to hire too many cattle-hands.
Thats like three or four birds with one stone. Great value. Much savings.
After hammering out the details, I leave Ulfsaar to it and move on to my next trouble problem, this time an easier one. Anyone seen Awdar? I ask, speaking to no one in particular. Im gonna beat the shit out of him and burn his drugs. Wanna help?
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Chapter 424
Cooking aint easy.
Truth is, its kinda a hassle. Without freezers or chemical preservatives, everythings gotta be done on the spot when you want to cook a meal, which adds up to a whole lot of time spent two or three times a day. Even making something as simple as dumplings takes a lot of effort. You gotta knead the dough, mince the meat, dice the veggies, grind the spices, roll the wrappers, wrap the dumplings, and steam them evenly to ensure theyre completely cooked without being over cooked. Things get even more complicated if you take into account things like hunting and butchering the animal or milling the flour, or getting things done in the right order at the right time. Cant pre-make the wrappers because they dry out quickly, nor can you mince more meat than needed because it spoils faster, and a multitude of other minor issues which can drive a man crazy. All this just for dumplings.
In short, I suspect my love for cooking stems from my masochistic tendencies.
Still, after two months of eating nothing but field rations, even a simple meal cooked over a campfire tastes heavenly in comparison, and doubly so when shared with loved ones. Theres something spiritually satisfying about watching people enjoy a meal you cooked, a confidence boost I cant get from anywhere else. My time and effort has gone into this food, and Lins cherubic facial expressions, Yans quasi-erotic appreciative moans, and even Songs muted gestures of delight are all the reward I need.
That said, today, my most rewarding diner is Luo-Luo.
Recovered after an hour-long nap, the once-elegant Imperial Servant devours my cooking like a ravenous beast. Gone are the days of her dainty bites and refined sips as Luo-Luos chopsticks tap out a symphony of gluttony, hard at work shovelling thick noodles and shredded pork into her waiting mouth. Barely chewing, she slurps down the soup before moving on to the dumplings, tearing into the piping hot wraps with a furious vengeance. Eyes wide and mouth full, Luo-Luos movements are quick and precise, her chopsticks readied and eyes focused on the next piece of food. Its like seeing Pong Pong go to town on shrimp, impressive, yet oddly unsettling and somehow also endearing. If Luo-Luo genuinely loves my cooking even half as much as Pong Pong loves shrimp, then I could really see a future between us.
God... why am I so turned on right now?
In less than five minutes, the four ladies devour what took me an hour to make, with Luo-Luo eating more than the rest of us combined. Lips pursed in disappointment, Luo-Luo reclaims her ladylike demeanour and gingerly dabs her mouth with a handkerchief, her gaze filled with restrained dissatisfaction as it turns in my direction. Rising to her feet with a cold, humourless smile, she eschews her customary curtsy and says, Luo-Luo must excuse herself, as there is much work to be done.
My apologetic smile goes unnoticed as she stalks over to Mafu, and I make a mental note to cook more food next time. Shaking her head in disapproval, Yan offers to ride back with Luo-Luo while Sending, I left you two alone for five minutes. What did you say or do to offend her?
...Nothing? I thought our alone time went fine. Isnt Luo-Luo just hangry? Did I stare too much and embarrass her? Or maybe she has to poop and shes rushing home for privacy, who knows. I dont understand women, and I probably never will.
Good thing this will never be a problem with Lin. After washing the dishes with Songs help, we settle down to watch my sweet wifeys impromptu pet pageant, featuring all the silly tricks Lin taught the floofs in our absence. Turns out, she has a real knack for training animals which goes beyond simple commands like roll over and paw. Those are merely the opening act, and soon after Lin guides the floofs through a series of Chi-powered stunts. From bears balancing on chairs to gravity-defying wildcat parkour, the animals display an unprecedented level of skill, intelligence, and coordination which leaves me astonished, especially the bun buns. Sweet though she may be, Mama Bun isnt the sharpest tool in the shed so I figured her cute babies would be the same, but under Lins command, the adolescent bunnies work together to untie knots, move in eye-catching formations, and perform synchronized flops and binkies, which is what I call their random jumps of happiness.
By the end of the performance, my sides are splitting with laughter and Ive lost count of how many times Ive awwd. Even the usually icy Song has a soft smile on her face as she individually rewards the floofy performers with delicious treats. Meanwhile I sweep the conductor into my arms and reward her with a kiss. Incredible, I say, careful not to hug her too tightly. Absolutely incredible. How did you teach them to use Chi?
I didnt teach them hubby, they figured it out on their own. Beaming with pride, Lin adds, All I did was motivate them to learn, ya?
Oh? What do you mean?Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only
Mm... Like jump. Fluttering her long scarf to catch Auries attention, Lin commands the golden wildcat to make another breathtaking vertical leap. His mouth wide with glee, Aurie easily clears five meters without a running start, which is two meters higher than what he could jump six months ago. I stopped feeding them regular meals and just hung meat in the trees. Then, every day, Id raise the meat a little higher, and once they realized they could do it, they were jumping around all the time. Covering her mouth to giggle, Lin continues, Oh hubby, you shouldve seen the first time Jimjam jumped into the house through Luo-Luos window. She screamed like Kyaaaaaaaa and Jimjam jumped right back out and hid in the bushes like a scared bun-bun. Narrowing her eyes with a pout, Lin adds, Thats when Mi-Mi made me teach them to jump on command, so theyd understand no jump.
Shaking my head, I roll my eyes and sigh. I dont understand what Mila was thinking, gifting Luo-Luo with a Spiritual Weapon. So what if she becomes a peerless Martial Warrior? Its been two months and shes still terrified of the floofs, so what good will she be on the battlefield? More importantly, how can I use Lins method to ensure all my floofs outlive me? How does Chi make animals live forever anyways?
Busy clipping Banjos claws with her saber, Song chimes in without looking up. Courage will come with confidence. Much like Lin-Lin built Auries confidence by having him jump higher each passing day, we must gradually build Luo-Luos the same way.
Tugging her braids in a show of frustration, Lin grumbles, I know, and I tried, but Mi-Mi scolded me and told me to stop bullying Luo-Luo. I wasnt bullying, I was trying to help! I planned a trip to hunt and fly kites but she refused to stay out overnight, and then she threw a big hissy fit when I tried to bring her boating with Daddy. Huffing with indignation, she adds, I even had a plan to help her get over her fear of the wildcats. I was gonna wait for Luo-Luo to fall asleep and then sneak Aurie into her bed. Then, when she wakes up and sees how cute he is, she wont be scared anymore like with Mafu-fu.
Food.
...Beyond that.
No word games, Ulfsaar snaps, his fists balled at his sides. Speak plainly.
Refusing to back down, I narrow my eyes and wait until the big guy reins in his temper, his expression regretful, yet also unrepentant. Hes sorry he spoke out, but believes he is right to be angry, except he doesnt really understand why hes angry. You once told me you studied bears in order to seek your purpose.
A mistake, he growls, now angry at his past self. I am no beast.
True, but that doesnt mean you cant learn from their example. Pointing at the herd again, I say, Take another look and tell me what you see.
I see dumb, smelly animals chewing grass like the placid beasts they are.
Mean. Okay, now think back to the first time you saw the herd, a days west of Sinuji. They were chewing grass then too. Did you notice anything different about them?
...No.
Exactly. Seeing his confusion, I continue, Here, they are safe and sound, but out west, they were in constant danger, yet in both cases, they remained calm until a threat presented itself. Like you, they are strong and powerful, and like you, their temper is fierce to behold, but unlike them, youve forgotten how to let go of your anger. Growing defensive, Ulfsaar growls, a hoarse, guttural sound which sets my bones to shaking, but I press on. We spent a lot of time surrounded by danger, so you held onto that anger because you think the anger makes you strong, but it doesnt. Anger is a crutch, one youve come to rely on too much, so its time to change.
What do you know, child? Ulfsaar reaches out to grab me by the neck, but the ring of weapons stays his hand. His people, the warriors he brought from Sanshu, all stand ready to cut him down should he lose control, and leading them is his sweet wife. Her eyes filled with sorrow, Neera gazes at the man her husband has become and Ulfsaar deflates before her scrutiny.
Waving his people away, I continue speaking as if he didnt just consider killing me in his rage. I know that despite your prodigious strength, you are a man who loves peace. I know that given the choice, you would never again turn your weapon against a living foe and you pursue Martial Strength because you seek the Mothers lessons within the Forms. I know that you followed me here out of a sense of obligation more than loyalty, because despite my objections, you still believe I am the Mothers Chosen Son. I know you recently formed your Natal Palace, yet your strength has stagnated, and most importantly, I know why. Throw away the crutch, Ulfsaar. You dont need it. You have people you can rely on if you need help to stand. Patting his arm, I say the next part through Sending so only he hears it. Release your anger and seek Balance my friend, else next time, I fear I wont be enough to save you from the Fathers agents.
Its a risk even implying I can do what I do, but I trust him. I fed him a line about drugs and detox after I ripped the Spectres from his soul back in Sanshu, but hes always suspected otherwise, which I assume is why hes still following me. My gambit pays off as Ulfsaars eyes widen in surprise, and after a long, excruciating pause, he nods. Thats all I get, but its enough. Good. Another thing. Ive got a job for you and your crew.
Your command? Ulfsaar asks, his voice quiet and eyes reverent, which isnt the best, but itll have to do.
With a triumphant grin, I point at my herd a third time. Make sure they dont wander off and pick out the best candidates for combat training. You and your giants are too slow on your feet, so Im thinking its time we gave you some personal transport. Try and wash them too if you can. They stink. Plus, itll be good for Ulfsaar to look after a living, breathing creature instead of killing it, sorta like a therapy cow, and it saves me from having to hire too many cattle-hands.
Thats like three or four birds with one stone. Great value. Much savings.
After hammering out the details, I leave Ulfsaar to it and move on to my next trouble problem, this time an easier one. Anyone seen Awdar? I ask, speaking to no one in particular. Im gonna beat the shit out of him and burn his drugs. Wanna help?
Chapter Meme
Chapter 424Cooking aint easy.Truth is, its kinda a hassle. Without freezers or chemical preservatives, everythings gotta be done on the spot when you want to cook a meal, which adds up to a whole lot of time spent two or three times a day. Even making something as simple as dumplings takes a lot of effort. You gotta knead the dough, mince the meat, dice the veggies, grind the spices, roll the wrappers, wrap the dumplings, and steam them evenly to ensure theyre completely cooked without being over cooked. Things get even more complicated if you take into account things like hunting and butchering the animal or milling the flour, or getting things done in the right order at the right time. Cant pre-make the wrappers because they dry out quickly, nor can you mince more meat than needed because it spoils faster, and a multitude of other minor issues which can drive a man crazy. All this just for dumplings.In short, I suspect my love for cooking stems from my masochistic tendencies.Still, after two months of eating nothing but field rations, even a simple meal cooked over a campfire tastes heavenly in comparison, and doubly so when shared with loved ones. Theres something spiritually satisfying about watching people enjoy a meal you cooked, a confidence boost I cant get from anywhere else. My time and effort has gone into this food, and Lins cherubic facial expressions, Yans quasi-erotic appreciative moans, and even Songs muted gestures of delight are all the reward I need.That said, today, my most rewarding diner is Luo-Luo.Recovered after an hour-long nap, the once-elegant Imperial Servant devours my cooking like a ravenous beast. Gone are the days of her dainty bites and refined sips as Luo-Luos chopsticks tap out a symphony of gluttony, hard at work shovelling thick noodles and shredded pork into her waiting mouth. Barely chewing, she slurps down the soup before moving on to the dumplings, tearing into the piping hot wraps with a furious vengeance. Eyes wide and mouth full, Luo-Luos movements are quick and precise, her chopsticks readied and eyes focused on the next piece of food. Its like seeing Pong Pong go to town on shrimp, impressive, yet oddly unsettling and somehow also endearing. If Luo-Luo genuinely loves my cooking even half as much as Pong Pong loves shrimp, then I could really see a future between us.God... why am I so turned on right now?In less than five minutes, the four ladies devour what took me an hour to make, with Luo-Luo eating more than the rest of us combined. Lips pursed in disappointment, Luo-Luo reclaims her ladylike demeanour and gingerly dabs her mouth with a handkerchief, her gaze filled with restrained dissatisfaction as it turns in my direction. Rising to her feet with a cold, humourless smile, she eschews her customary curtsy and says, Luo-Luo must excuse herself, as there is much work to be done.My apologetic smile goes unnoticed as she stalks over to Mafu, and I make a mental note to cook more food next time. Shaking her head in disapproval, Yan offers to ride back with Luo-Luo while Sending, I left you two alone for five minutes. What did you say or do to offend her?...Nothing? I thought our alone time went fine. Isnt Luo-Luo just hangry? Did I stare too much and embarrass her? Or maybe she has to poop and shes rushing home for privacy, who knows. I dont understand women, and I probably never will.Good thing this will never be a problem with Lin. After washing the dishes with Songs help, we settle down to watch my sweet wifeys impromptu pet pageant, featuring all the silly tricks Lin taught the floofs in our absence. Turns out, she has a real knack for training animals which goes beyond simple commands like roll over and paw. Those are merely the opening act, and soon after Lin guides the floofs through a series of Chi-powered stunts. From bears balancing on chairs to gravity-defying wildcat parkour, the animals display an unprecedented level of skill, intelligence, and coordination which leaves me astonished, especially the bun buns. Sweet though she may be, Mama Bun isnt the sharpest tool in the shed so I figured her cute babies would be the same, but under Lins command, the adolescent bunnies work together to untie knots, move in eye-catching formations, and perform synchronized flops and binkies, which is what I call their random jumps of happiness.By the end of the performance, my sides are splitting with laughter and Ive lost count of how many times Ive awwd. Even the usually icy Song has a soft smile on her face as she individually rewards the floofy performers with delicious treats. Meanwhile I sweep the conductor into my arms and reward her with a kiss. Incredible, I say, careful not to hug her too tightly. Absolutely incredible. How did you teach them to use Chi?I didnt teach them hubby, they figured it out on their own. Beaming with pride, Lin adds, All I did was motivate them to learn, ya?Oh? What do you mean?Read latest chapters at novelbin.com OnlyMm... Like jump. Fluttering her long scarf to catch Auries attention, Lin commands the golden wildcat to make another breathtaking vertical leap. His mouth wide with glee, Aurie easily clears five meters without a running start, which is two meters higher than what he could jump six months ago. I stopped feeding them regular meals and just hung meat in the trees. Then, every day, Id raise the meat a little higher, and once they realized they could do it, they were jumping around all the time. Covering her mouth to giggle, Lin continues, Oh hubby, you shouldve seen the first time Jimjam jumped into the house through Luo-Luos window. She screamed like Kyaaaaaaaa and Jimjam jumped right back out and hid in the bushes like a scared bun-bun. Narrowing her eyes with a pout, Lin adds, Thats when Mi-Mi made me teach them to jump on command, so theyd understand no jump.Shaking my head, I roll my eyes and sigh. I dont understand what Mila was thinking, gifting Luo-Luo with a Spiritual Weapon. So what if she becomes a peerless Martial Warrior? Its been two months and shes still terrified of the floofs, so what good will she be on the battlefield? More importantly, how can I use Lins method to ensure all my floofs outlive me? How does Chi make animals live forever anyways?Busy clipping Banjos claws with her saber, Song chimes in without looking up. Courage will come with confidence. Much like Lin-Lin built Auries confidence by having him jump higher each passing day, we must gradually build Luo-Luos the same way.Tugging her braids in a show of frustration, Lin grumbles, I know, and I tried, but Mi-Mi scolded me and told me to stop bullying Luo-Luo. I wasnt bullying, I was trying to help! I planned a trip to hunt and fly kites but she refused to stay out overnight, and then she threw a big hissy fit when I tried to bring her boating with Daddy. Huffing with indignation, she adds, I even had a plan to help her get over her fear of the wildcats. I was gonna wait for Luo-Luo to fall asleep and then sneak Aurie into her bed. Then, when she wakes up and sees how cute he is, she wont be scared anymore like with Mafu-fu.Food....Beyond that.No word games, Ulfsaar snaps, his fists balled at his sides. Speak plainly.Refusing to back down, I narrow my eyes and wait until the big guy reins in his temper, his expression regretful, yet also unrepentant. Hes sorry he spoke out, but believes he is right to be angry, except he doesnt really understand why hes angry. You once told me you studied bears in order to seek your purpose.A mistake, he growls, now angry at his past self. I am no beast.True, but that doesnt mean you cant learn from their example. Pointing at the herd again, I say, Take another look and tell me what you see.I see dumb, smelly animals chewing grass like the placid beasts they are.Mean. Okay, now think back to the first time you saw the herd, a days west of Sinuji. They were chewing grass then too. Did you notice anything different about them?...No.Exactly. Seeing his confusion, I continue, Here, they are safe and sound, but out west, they were in constant danger, yet in both cases, they remained calm until a threat presented itself. Like you, they are strong and powerful, and like you, their temper is fierce to behold, but unlike them, youve forgotten how to let go of your anger. Growing defensive, Ulfsaar growls, a hoarse, guttural sound which sets my bones to shaking, but I press on. We spent a lot of time surrounded by danger, so you held onto that anger because you think the anger makes you strong, but it doesnt. Anger is a crutch, one youve come to rely on too much, so its time to change.What do you know, child? Ulfsaar reaches out to grab me by the neck, but the ring of weapons stays his hand. His people, the warriors he brought from Sanshu, all stand ready to cut him down should he lose control, and leading them is his sweet wife. Her eyes filled with sorrow, Neera gazes at the man her husband has become and Ulfsaar deflates before her scrutiny.Waving his people away, I continue speaking as if he didnt just consider killing me in his rage. I know that despite your prodigious strength, you are a man who loves peace. I know that given the choice, you would never again turn your weapon against a living foe and you pursue Martial Strength because you seek the Mothers lessons within the Forms. I know that you followed me here out of a sense of obligation more than loyalty, because despite my objections, you still believe I am the Mothers Chosen Son. I know you recently formed your Natal Palace, yet your strength has stagnated, and most importantly, I know why. Throw away the crutch, Ulfsaar. You dont need it. You have people you can rely on if you need help to stand. Patting his arm, I say the next part through Sending so only he hears it. Release your anger and seek Balance my friend, else next time, I fear I wont be enough to save you from the Fathers agents.Its a risk even implying I can do what I do, but I trust him. I fed him a line about drugs and detox after I ripped the Spectres from his soul back in Sanshu, but hes always suspected otherwise, which I assume is why hes still following me. My gambit pays off as Ulfsaars eyes widen in surprise, and after a long, excruciating pause, he nods. Thats all I get, but its enough. Good. Another thing. Ive got a job for you and your crew.Your command? Ulfsaar asks, his voice quiet and eyes reverent, which isnt the best, but itll have to do.With a triumphant grin, I point at my herd a third time. Make sure they dont wander off and pick out the best candidates for combat training. You and your giants are too slow on your feet, so Im thinking its time we gave you some personal transport. Try and wash them too if you can. They stink. Plus, itll be good for Ulfsaar to look after a living, breathing creature instead of killing it, sorta like a therapy cow, and it saves me from having to hire too many cattle-hands.Thats like three or four birds with one stone. Great value. Much savings.After hammering out the details, I leave Ulfsaar to it and move on to my next trouble problem, this time an easier one. Anyone seen Awdar? I ask, speaking to no one in particular. Im gonna beat the shit out of him and burn his drugs. Wanna help?Chapter Meme
