Chapter 722
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Chapter 722
Exciting as it is to compete with the big kids in front of a crowd, the heady rush of victory is no match for the sheer joy and contentment of spending time with my loved ones, so I make sure to take time off from my political wheelings and dealings to do just that.Updated from novelbIn.(c)om
Perched on my back with arms wrapped around my shoulders, my sweet wifeys unrestrained laughter fills me with warmth as we hurdle about the basin atop our wooden log while pulling Yan and Mila alongside us. Its tricky keeping everything stable while propelling about on currents of my own devising, but its good practice with reasonably high stakes considering Mila will probably murder me if I dunk her in front of so many people. The thought of seeing her soaking wet in her slinky red and gold dress is almost tempting enough to risk death, but my jealous nature hates the idea of sharing the visual with so very many people, so I rein in my mischievous nature and settle for some wholesome fun and games instead.
For now. The unwholesome stuff comes later.
Sweet and thoughtful as always, Lin-Lin encourages the crowd to come join us in our games, and soon the basin is filled with people swimming and splashing about. Mostly children since even the commoners find it too scandalous to strip down to their underwear in front of this massive audience, with many still nattering on about Alsantsets and Tursinais scandalous swimming attire. Its silly considering the assortment of slinky, scanty dresses which are so in fashion right now, as my sister and Tursinai were covered from necks to knees with waterproof shirts and shorts, though I will admit their form-fitting outfits were rather tight and left very little to the imagination, almost like a low-tech wet-suit even. That being said, I should remember to ask my sister where she got those swimming outfits from and see if I can get a set for my lovely wives, while finding some way to convince Tenjin to burn his wifes outfit so I am never tempted by Tursinais inviting smile and alluring figure ever again.
On second thought, that probably wouldnt help. If it wasnt for the crowd, Tursinai would probably just strip down to nothing and swim in the nude alongside everyone else who grew up in the village, which is both better and worse at the same time. On a side note, I should see about building myself a private indoor pool, or at the very least make plans to expand the bathhouse so its big enough to swim in.
After a few circuits around the basin, Mila and Yan cede their places over to Alsantset and Charok, who carry Tali and Tate with them as I tow everyone about the water. Next up is Luo-Luo and Li-Li, as demanded by my sweet wifey, who wants to make sure everyone has a chance to join in on the fun, though the older generation all decline my generous offer. Delighted to finally go swimming together in real life, Ping Ping glides alongside and splashes water at everyone we pass, her mischievous antics eliciting a chorus of laughter from the watching crowd. The quins are also quick to join in on the fun, avoiding most of the strangers by swimming far out into the deeper waters to search for clams, cockles, and other sea life to munch on, though the pickings are understandably scarce. Rakky and the bears also have a grand old time splashing about, sticking close to the shallows and not so much avoiding the crowd as the crowds avoid them, because even commoners know better than to try and pet the giant danger floofs.
Which speaks volumes to my addiction problems. I should seek help right? I cant just keep risking my life to collect floofs, can I? Then again, the clinical definition of addiction is engaging in compulsive behaviour to the point of causing harm, so no harm, no foul.
Alas, the fun times cannot last forever as Luo-Luo gently reminds us that we have a strict schedule to adhere to, since it would not do to keep our guests waiting at the next venue. Keeping her grumbling to a bare minimum, Lin-Lin is marched off by Mom and Alsantset to attend her next dress change, and I can only sympathize as Mila and Yan escort me away to mine. Honestly, I could get used to walking around in shorts and no shirt, because damn do my abs look and feel good. Baggy clothes are nice and comfy, but if you got it, flaunt it, amirite?
Since my wives also have new dresses to change into and cosmetics to touch up, I let thoughts wander amidst the mind-numbing boredom of following directions from Luo-Luos hired stylist mercenaries. The games went rather well, especially considering I won every match, though not in the most upright and honourable manner available. Its surprising how rigid and inflexible the general mindset of Martial Warriors can be, as no one thought to sacrifice themselves to drag down another player or attack the logs someone else was standing on, and instead tried to fight head on every time. Stupid of them considering Alsantset and Tursinai are almost as strong as Gerel, who himself is the youngest Peak Expert in who knows how long, but stupid is as stupid does. I wasnt even forced to use my weapon of last resort, which was stealing or borrowing another rod to dual wield and carry the ball vis a vis the chopstick method. This just goes to show how independent and self-reliant Warriors have become, perhaps by virtue of necessity more than anything else, but teamwork makes the dream work as they say, and I intend to force this mindset onto every soldier I can so that we might better contend against the Enemy.
And maybe the Emperor afterwards, but well see how things go. Maybe everything will work out and I wont have to rebel, or Zhen Shi will win and save me the trouble of worrying about what comes next. Optimism, wooo!
One unexpected benefit of all the fun and games was figuring out how to surf around, which is great for party tricks and all, but not all that useful in combat. One, I cant move all that fast, since Im essentially paddling along using Domain Deflection, and two, its much easier just to... you know, use a paddle or sail or something. Still, its nice being able to knowingly affect the physical world around me using Chi, even if the results are sorely lacking in comparison to what I can do with Blobbys help, but any progress is good progress. Im thinking I could probably Amplify and Reinforce the Chi skill to propel myself faster, but I havent really figured out External Reinforcement just yet, much less how to Amplify my Domain. At first glance, it doesnt seem all too difficult a concept, but then I actually tried it and was at a loss on how to proceed. Reinforcement is all about augmenting my natural muscles, but how do I augment a Domain to make it make me stronger? I mean, I know its possible because I can do it without really thinking, but only in the moment and not entirely on command. What about Amplification, which is timing an explosion of Chi at the precise moment of impact? How would I go about doing that with my Domain, which in and of itself is a construct of Chi, and therefore would get exploded alongside the Amplification?
Maybe Im thinking too much about the nitty gritty details and should just keep practising until I figure it out based on feeling and intuition, but I cant help but be curious about how Chi skills fundamentally work. If basic Reinforcement is augmenting what is physically there, how does External Reinforcement work? Maybe like an exo-suit of Chi that boosts my speed, strength, and durability? That sounds viable and all, but the devil is in the details, because even though I understand the concept of an exo-suit, I really have no idea how one would work, mundane or Chi based, and thus cannot really improve upon the idea. Then again, I doubt most Martial Warriors understand exo-suits either, so how is it possible for them to envision one and utilize External Reinforcement?
With no one to talk to besides my stylists and guards, I voice my thoughts through Sending to the ever-vigilant Kuang Biao who is supervising the help to make sure none of them try to drive a knife through my eye or something equally deadly. To my surprise, the sullen man actually responds with helpful advice, Sending, Most Martial Warriors also lack a comprehensive understanding of how the human body works, yet are able to Reinforce just fine. Theyre even able to utilize this newfangled Panacea method to Heal without any knowledge whatsoever, so why must you insist on such strict standards for yourself? You also mentioned envisioning this skill as a suit of Chi armour? One that helps you move and fight? This is, as the Abbot would say, making the simple complex, when instead you should strive for the opposite. Why would you need to don a suit of Chi armour when you already possess a Domain which serves the same effect?
And just like that, the curtains part and a whole host of possibilities dawn on me.
Ive noted it before, but a Domain doesnt form the shape of a sphere around the Martial Warrior, but is more shaped like the person themselves, because Chi emanates from the skin in all directions, rather from a central point. That said, why would the skin be the anchor point? Better yet, why would it need an anchor point at all? If the Domain emanates out from the Core, and my Core is now distributed throughout my Spiritual Heart of a body, then wouldnt my Domain emanate out from my entire being? Skin, muscles, bones, everything and anything would be emitting Domain in a way, with no discernible point of emission. Itd be like... a glow stick emitting light, as opposed to magic oozing out of my pores, which is how Id sorta envisioned it before, though not in such exact detail.
My glow stick allegory is enough to help me make better sense of things as I envision my base Domain as a larger, illusory version of me laid overtop my physical self. No, thats not enough, thats just a regular Domain, creating a region in which I retain Authority over my Chi by extending my Core into the physical world. What I want is for my Domain to not only overlap my physical body, but intertwine and interact with it as well. I must merge the physical and metaphysical both, similar to Refining a Spiritual Heart, only this time itd be temporary as opposed to permanent.
Waving away the intrusive hands plaguing me from every direction, I close my eyes and deploy my Domain as far as it will go, forming a metaphysical shadow of myself whose few extra centimetres of height I envy. Then, in a reversal of Intent, I compress my Domain as close to my skin as possible, solidifying and consolidating it into something similar to the exo-suit I previously envisioned, but different, as it goes beyond the mere physical. My Domain shrinks in size as it integrates with my physical self, settling over me like a shroud and affixing itself in place as if built to do just that, like two complex puzzle pieces perfectly snapping together as intended. Doing so is as easy as Willing it into existence, on account of how my body is a Spiritual Heart meaning Ive already done the lions share of the work. The result is something that is more than just a superficial covering, one which goes past the skin to integrate with my muscles, organs, and bones in a complete merger of my body and Domain.
Ive always seen my Core and Domain as some extraneous add-on that I installed with Chi, but only because they didnt exist in my past life. The truth is, my Core and Domain are no different from my brain, heart, and personality, a critical part of me in a physical, mental, and spiritual manner. What was it Dad said? Your Core is a barrier yes, but it does not only hold Chi, it also keeps your being, your mortality, and quite possibly your eternal soul, within. He told me point blank that my Core is at the very least comprised of my soul, and perhaps even part and parcel of the whole, but I never really understood it until right now.
I am the Core, the Core is me, or in other words, One with the Self. Perhaps rather than a joining of body and Domain, it would be more accurate to say this is a joining of the body, mind, and soul.
All the little details Id agonized over are no longer an issue, because my Domain knows exactly how my body works, as it too is now a part of my body and already has all the information needed to carry out my Will. Power flows through and around me in a palpable rush of strength and vigour, my body feeling faster and lighter than ever as I hop lightly in place. Opening my eyes, I find myself effortlessly hopping almost twice my height, without any use of Lightening at all. Eager to test my strength out some more, I head over and grab the heaviest thing in the room, which is the hateful makeup table holding all manner of horrible implements used to poke, prod, dab, and otherwise torment me for long minutes without end. A sturdy, hardwood affair affixed with a burnished bronze plate of a mirror, the table is heavy enough I suppose, but not so heavy that I cannot lift it even without Reinforcement of any kind. However, with my newfangled Domain Exo-Suit, the trickiest part of lifting the table is making sure to secure it properly so it doesnt break apart under its own weight. Under the effects of External Reinforcement, the table feels so light Im tempted to grab another one and juggle them, but reason wins out over impulse and I put the table back down again.
I feel so strong, I bet I could even lift Husolt now...
Ill settle for people seeing us as equals for now, but if Shuai Jiao thinks Ill roll over to his demands at the snap of his fingers, then hes in for a rude awakening.
Much of my smugness must be leaking through my expression and Aura, because Yong-Jin looks none too pleased. Not Shuai Jiao though, who is still all sunshine and smiles, a savvy political animal down to the core. Forgive this one for his lacking attire, he says, his back ramrod straight and hands still tucked away in his sleeves despite his polite appeal. This outfit has served me for so many years, this one did not even think twice before putting it on this morning. This one even met the Emperor dressed in these robes, though in retrospect, this one should have thought better of it. Thankfully, no calamity came to pass and this one returned home unscathed, for the Emperor is magnanimous indeed.
Meaning that the Emperor took no issue with Shuai Jiaos clothing, so I should stop my bitching and moaning. Hang on, did he just imply that he only has this one outfit? Surely not, right? Studying his brown robes, I notice several recently mended patches that match up with the injuries he suffered at Bai Qis hands, including an entire sleeve that was almost torn off but the Commander Generals own broken, protruding arm bone. I mean, its entirely possible he chose to wear this particular outfit today by chance and has ten or twelve others sitting in his closet back home, but still... gross. I mean, theres being frugal and then theres keeping an outfit you lost several litres of blood in, which is just all sorts of wrong. Still, why would he wear the same robe for decades? Were it anyone else, Id write them off as a crazed kook, but this is Shuai Jiao were talking about. Theres gotta be a reason, but I havent the foggiest idea why.
Filing away this mystery to pore over later, I wave my hand in casual dismissal and laugh. Come now, the teasing is all in good fun. Dont take it to heart, because Id sooner expect you to show up naked than wearing something tailored and dyed. I probably shouldve left that second part out, but I couldnt resist taking a few jabs at his dignity, especially after all the headaches hes caused me. Well, not me personally, but Luo-Luo in my absence, and Im the only one allowed to bully her like that.
Conceding this initial round in my favour, Shuai Jiao silently prods his Disciple to action. Handing me a plain wooden box, Yong-Jin drops it in my waiting hands a tad too early, a petty move considering there was literally no way I wouldve ever fumbled it. Lifting the lid of the box reveals a set of neatly bound books, the leather spines utterly blank and unmarked like the rest of Shuai Jiaos gift. As I move to pull one out and flip through the contents, Shuai Jiaos polite cough is enough to stay my hand and I meet his gaze with a single raised eyebrow, unwilling to play his games and ask outright. Still wearing a smile which will never reach his eyes, Shuai Jiao says, This one has long since heard of your inquisitive nature and fondness for reading traffic logs, and thus saw fit to complete this rare collection of yours.
That is all that is said, but his mention of traffic logs sends a chill down my spine. My copy of Zhen Shis notes are titled Traffic logs for Shen Huos twelfth district, which means that this must contain the rest of the notes which Fu Zhu Li didnt know existed, much less had missing from his collection. How Shuai Jiao knew Id been reading these notes or that I lacked a complete collection is a mystery, but I will not be intimidated by his knowledge. Besides, its not like its illegal to own a copy of Zhen Shis notes, just frowned upon in polite society, so this information provides no leverage for him to use against me. Thank you for this enlightening gift, I say, closing the lid carefully so as not to appear flustered or upset. A difficult item to procure, I imagine.
Not for someone with your standing and connections, Shuai Jiao replies, his eyes darting away for the briefest of moments, but long enough for me to track his gaze to Monk Happy. But be wary, for knowledge can often be more dangerous than any sword or spear.
A warning I will take to heart. Before turning around and using said knowledge against my foes. Much as I would love to flip through these books and read what happens in experiments 7485 and 11548 to see what Zhen Shi was rambling about, this is neither the time nor place for forbidden studies. Handing the books over to Kuang Biao and Sending him an order to see them safe, I idly wonder if the Death Corps themselves are the reason Shuai Jiao knows about my reading habits. Then again, Shen ZhenWu mightve told Shuai Jiao himself, as the man did sit in my bed and rifle through the notes once upon a time, right before a couple Half-Step Divinity Wraiths tried to take his head. Just because I havent heard from the former Legate doesnt mean no one else has, and let us not forget that Yong-Jin was chosen to replace me after I shattered my Core.
Whatever. I should just assume that my Imperial foes know everything the Death Corps knows and plan accordingly from there.
Though the gift has been received, Shuai Jiao and Yong-Jin have yet to leave, and Id rather not have to dismiss them. Mostly because doing so is not to my advantage, especially considering their continued presence here is not an insult directed towards me, but at the Southern Marshal who is slated to come next. Heaving a sigh that is faker than his smile, Shuai Jiao shakes his head and gestures towards the basin waters before getting to the point. A fine display you put on out there, but this one must confess to a modicum of disappointment. The games are most certainly a good fit for this joyous occasion, but as a Warrior familiar with the Blessing of Water, I had hoped to see more of the Legates Martial progress beyond the superficial.
Ha. He used a pronoun. Thats a point for me, right? I dunno why it would be, but Ill take it. My current status presents me with something of a dilemma, I reply, having the answer already on hand because Im paranoid like that. As Legate of the Outer Provinces, I can hardly spar with my similar aged peers anymore, as it would put them in an awkward position given the vast disparity in rank. Make no mention of skill, but everyone listening will hear my flimsy excuse for what it is, thinly veiled arrogance that is well deserved now that I have few opponents within my age group anymore, not in true combat. Mila and Yan might be able to hurt me, but I can just Cloud Step away from everyone else while throwing Peace and firing bullets at them. Real bullets, since I havent figured out Chi or Water Chi bullets just yet, but Ill get it soon enough. Seriously, how does Ping Ping fire Water Bullets solid enough to shatter steel? Whenever I try it, my Water Chi just splashes harmlessly off every surface, like actual water...
Nonsense. Giving no face whatsoever, Shuai Jiao dismisses my answer with a snort. Rank means nothing in a spar, for how else can a Warrior be expected to improve? Your sparring partners do you no favours by holding back in practice, for such lackadaisical efforts will only give rise to false confidence. Why not exchange a few blows with Yong-Jin here, and show the audience how far you have progressed along the Martial Path?
God I hate these games of politics, especially when Im not winning. How am I supposed to respond? Claim I win my spars fair and square? No, that makes me sound petulant and whiny, not to mention lends weight to Shuai Jiaos statement. Outright refusal is impossible, since itll make me look scared. I could take him up on his offer and spar against Yong-Jin, but this is exactly what the Colonel General wants, so I dont want to give it to him so easily. Maybe I should ask to spar with Shuai Jiao himself? Mm, bad idea, because I am most definitely not his match and cannot afford to gift him an opportunity to beat me silly on my wedding day.
I supposed sparring with Yong-Jin is my best option, but its also the most obvious one, which sets my spidey senses to tingling. Unable to come up with an alternative, I am barely able to control my smile as I consider how badly I should beat Yong-Jin. Well, I dont want to hold up the festivities for too long, but I suppose a quick spar wouldnt hurt. Have you a location in mind?
The field you arranged is just fine. Offering me a Martial salute, Yong-Jin bows his head and turns towards the water to indicate I should lead the way, as I should. His Mentor can butt heads with me all he likes, but Yong-Jin is only a lowly Major and far below my lofty status, so he must mind his manners. That being said, either he thinks Ive somehow been lying about my strength and fooling everyone with tricks, or hes so confident in his own strength that he believes he can defeat me, and given how well informed Shuai Jiao has proven to be, I doubt its the former.
Leaping out over the audience and Cloud-Stepping out into the basin, I land lightly on the nearest log and turn back to see how Yong-Jin intends to traverse the same distance, only to falter in place as I find him hot on my heels and bounding over the logs in a phenomenal display of Lightening. Though not quite Lin-Lin levels of mastery, Yong-Jins skills are top-tier and he makes it look effortless as walking along a pier, his boots still dry despite having come so far. After a brief moment of thought, I realize that I am a giant idiot as I shouldve expected him to be much stronger than he was two years ago. On the evening of Mahakalas death, when Shen ZhenWu tried to hard sell me on becoming his Oath Sworn lackey, the Seneschal told me that the young talents of the Imperial Clan possessed skills that would put my own to shame. Then he promised me that with proper training under the Imperial Protectors tutelage, I would rise up to surpass all others and truly become the Number One Talent in the Empire, eventually surpassing Dad in two decades and Akanai in three. I passed on all that because fuck Oaths of service, but it appears Yong-Jin here accepted Shen ZhenWus offer and has been training under the Chief Baldy surnamed Liang, who is somehow related to the Grand Marshal and Shen ZhenWu both.
Which means Yong-Jin might actually prove something of a challenge to defeat.
...
Welp, too late to back out now. Besides, itll be fun to push my limits against someone my age with a similar Blessing, especially with minimal risk involved. Cheeks hurting from straining against my smile, I head out to the centre of the basin amidst cheers from the crowd, with one voice in particular piercing through the hubbub to reach my ears.
Kick his butt, hubby!
And with that, my victory is all but secured, for I do not dare disappoint my sweet wifey on our wedding day.
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Chapter 722
Exciting as it is to compete with the big kids in front of a crowd, the heady rush of victory is no match for the sheer joy and contentment of spending time with my loved ones, so I make sure to take time off from my political wheelings and dealings to do just that.Updated from novelbIn.(c)om
Perched on my back with arms wrapped around my shoulders, my sweet wifeys unrestrained laughter fills me with warmth as we hurdle about the basin atop our wooden log while pulling Yan and Mila alongside us. Its tricky keeping everything stable while propelling about on currents of my own devising, but its good practice with reasonably high stakes considering Mila will probably murder me if I dunk her in front of so many people. The thought of seeing her soaking wet in her slinky red and gold dress is almost tempting enough to risk death, but my jealous nature hates the idea of sharing the visual with so very many people, so I rein in my mischievous nature and settle for some wholesome fun and games instead.
For now. The unwholesome stuff comes later.
Sweet and thoughtful as always, Lin-Lin encourages the crowd to come join us in our games, and soon the basin is filled with people swimming and splashing about. Mostly children since even the commoners find it too scandalous to strip down to their underwear in front of this massive audience, with many still nattering on about Alsantsets and Tursinais scandalous swimming attire. Its silly considering the assortment of slinky, scanty dresses which are so in fashion right now, as my sister and Tursinai were covered from necks to knees with waterproof shirts and shorts, though I will admit their form-fitting outfits were rather tight and left very little to the imagination, almost like a low-tech wet-suit even. That being said, I should remember to ask my sister where she got those swimming outfits from and see if I can get a set for my lovely wives, while finding some way to convince Tenjin to burn his wifes outfit so I am never tempted by Tursinais inviting smile and alluring figure ever again.
On second thought, that probably wouldnt help. If it wasnt for the crowd, Tursinai would probably just strip down to nothing and swim in the nude alongside everyone else who grew up in the village, which is both better and worse at the same time. On a side note, I should see about building myself a private indoor pool, or at the very least make plans to expand the bathhouse so its big enough to swim in.
After a few circuits around the basin, Mila and Yan cede their places over to Alsantset and Charok, who carry Tali and Tate with them as I tow everyone about the water. Next up is Luo-Luo and Li-Li, as demanded by my sweet wifey, who wants to make sure everyone has a chance to join in on the fun, though the older generation all decline my generous offer. Delighted to finally go swimming together in real life, Ping Ping glides alongside and splashes water at everyone we pass, her mischievous antics eliciting a chorus of laughter from the watching crowd. The quins are also quick to join in on the fun, avoiding most of the strangers by swimming far out into the deeper waters to search for clams, cockles, and other sea life to munch on, though the pickings are understandably scarce. Rakky and the bears also have a grand old time splashing about, sticking close to the shallows and not so much avoiding the crowd as the crowds avoid them, because even commoners know better than to try and pet the giant danger floofs.
Which speaks volumes to my addiction problems. I should seek help right? I cant just keep risking my life to collect floofs, can I? Then again, the clinical definition of addiction is engaging in compulsive behaviour to the point of causing harm, so no harm, no foul.
Alas, the fun times cannot last forever as Luo-Luo gently reminds us that we have a strict schedule to adhere to, since it would not do to keep our guests waiting at the next venue. Keeping her grumbling to a bare minimum, Lin-Lin is marched off by Mom and Alsantset to attend her next dress change, and I can only sympathize as Mila and Yan escort me away to mine. Honestly, I could get used to walking around in shorts and no shirt, because damn do my abs look and feel good. Baggy clothes are nice and comfy, but if you got it, flaunt it, amirite?
Since my wives also have new dresses to change into and cosmetics to touch up, I let thoughts wander amidst the mind-numbing boredom of following directions from Luo-Luos hired stylist mercenaries. The games went rather well, especially considering I won every match, though not in the most upright and honourable manner available. Its surprising how rigid and inflexible the general mindset of Martial Warriors can be, as no one thought to sacrifice themselves to drag down another player or attack the logs someone else was standing on, and instead tried to fight head on every time. Stupid of them considering Alsantset and Tursinai are almost as strong as Gerel, who himself is the youngest Peak Expert in who knows how long, but stupid is as stupid does. I wasnt even forced to use my weapon of last resort, which was stealing or borrowing another rod to dual wield and carry the ball vis a vis the chopstick method. This just goes to show how independent and self-reliant Warriors have become, perhaps by virtue of necessity more than anything else, but teamwork makes the dream work as they say, and I intend to force this mindset onto every soldier I can so that we might better contend against the Enemy.
And maybe the Emperor afterwards, but well see how things go. Maybe everything will work out and I wont have to rebel, or Zhen Shi will win and save me the trouble of worrying about what comes next. Optimism, wooo!
One unexpected benefit of all the fun and games was figuring out how to surf around, which is great for party tricks and all, but not all that useful in combat. One, I cant move all that fast, since Im essentially paddling along using Domain Deflection, and two, its much easier just to... you know, use a paddle or sail or something. Still, its nice being able to knowingly affect the physical world around me using Chi, even if the results are sorely lacking in comparison to what I can do with Blobbys help, but any progress is good progress. Im thinking I could probably Amplify and Reinforce the Chi skill to propel myself faster, but I havent really figured out External Reinforcement just yet, much less how to Amplify my Domain. At first glance, it doesnt seem all too difficult a concept, but then I actually tried it and was at a loss on how to proceed. Reinforcement is all about augmenting my natural muscles, but how do I augment a Domain to make it make me stronger? I mean, I know its possible because I can do it without really thinking, but only in the moment and not entirely on command. What about Amplification, which is timing an explosion of Chi at the precise moment of impact? How would I go about doing that with my Domain, which in and of itself is a construct of Chi, and therefore would get exploded alongside the Amplification?
Maybe Im thinking too much about the nitty gritty details and should just keep practising until I figure it out based on feeling and intuition, but I cant help but be curious about how Chi skills fundamentally work. If basic Reinforcement is augmenting what is physically there, how does External Reinforcement work? Maybe like an exo-suit of Chi that boosts my speed, strength, and durability? That sounds viable and all, but the devil is in the details, because even though I understand the concept of an exo-suit, I really have no idea how one would work, mundane or Chi based, and thus cannot really improve upon the idea. Then again, I doubt most Martial Warriors understand exo-suits either, so how is it possible for them to envision one and utilize External Reinforcement?
With no one to talk to besides my stylists and guards, I voice my thoughts through Sending to the ever-vigilant Kuang Biao who is supervising the help to make sure none of them try to drive a knife through my eye or something equally deadly. To my surprise, the sullen man actually responds with helpful advice, Sending, Most Martial Warriors also lack a comprehensive understanding of how the human body works, yet are able to Reinforce just fine. Theyre even able to utilize this newfangled Panacea method to Heal without any knowledge whatsoever, so why must you insist on such strict standards for yourself? You also mentioned envisioning this skill as a suit of Chi armour? One that helps you move and fight? This is, as the Abbot would say, making the simple complex, when instead you should strive for the opposite. Why would you need to don a suit of Chi armour when you already possess a Domain which serves the same effect?
And just like that, the curtains part and a whole host of possibilities dawn on me.
Ive noted it before, but a Domain doesnt form the shape of a sphere around the Martial Warrior, but is more shaped like the person themselves, because Chi emanates from the skin in all directions, rather from a central point. That said, why would the skin be the anchor point? Better yet, why would it need an anchor point at all? If the Domain emanates out from the Core, and my Core is now distributed throughout my Spiritual Heart of a body, then wouldnt my Domain emanate out from my entire being? Skin, muscles, bones, everything and anything would be emitting Domain in a way, with no discernible point of emission. Itd be like... a glow stick emitting light, as opposed to magic oozing out of my pores, which is how Id sorta envisioned it before, though not in such exact detail.
My glow stick allegory is enough to help me make better sense of things as I envision my base Domain as a larger, illusory version of me laid overtop my physical self. No, thats not enough, thats just a regular Domain, creating a region in which I retain Authority over my Chi by extending my Core into the physical world. What I want is for my Domain to not only overlap my physical body, but intertwine and interact with it as well. I must merge the physical and metaphysical both, similar to Refining a Spiritual Heart, only this time itd be temporary as opposed to permanent.
Waving away the intrusive hands plaguing me from every direction, I close my eyes and deploy my Domain as far as it will go, forming a metaphysical shadow of myself whose few extra centimetres of height I envy. Then, in a reversal of Intent, I compress my Domain as close to my skin as possible, solidifying and consolidating it into something similar to the exo-suit I previously envisioned, but different, as it goes beyond the mere physical. My Domain shrinks in size as it integrates with my physical self, settling over me like a shroud and affixing itself in place as if built to do just that, like two complex puzzle pieces perfectly snapping together as intended. Doing so is as easy as Willing it into existence, on account of how my body is a Spiritual Heart meaning Ive already done the lions share of the work. The result is something that is more than just a superficial covering, one which goes past the skin to integrate with my muscles, organs, and bones in a complete merger of my body and Domain.
Ive always seen my Core and Domain as some extraneous add-on that I installed with Chi, but only because they didnt exist in my past life. The truth is, my Core and Domain are no different from my brain, heart, and personality, a critical part of me in a physical, mental, and spiritual manner. What was it Dad said? Your Core is a barrier yes, but it does not only hold Chi, it also keeps your being, your mortality, and quite possibly your eternal soul, within. He told me point blank that my Core is at the very least comprised of my soul, and perhaps even part and parcel of the whole, but I never really understood it until right now.
I am the Core, the Core is me, or in other words, One with the Self. Perhaps rather than a joining of body and Domain, it would be more accurate to say this is a joining of the body, mind, and soul.
All the little details Id agonized over are no longer an issue, because my Domain knows exactly how my body works, as it too is now a part of my body and already has all the information needed to carry out my Will. Power flows through and around me in a palpable rush of strength and vigour, my body feeling faster and lighter than ever as I hop lightly in place. Opening my eyes, I find myself effortlessly hopping almost twice my height, without any use of Lightening at all. Eager to test my strength out some more, I head over and grab the heaviest thing in the room, which is the hateful makeup table holding all manner of horrible implements used to poke, prod, dab, and otherwise torment me for long minutes without end. A sturdy, hardwood affair affixed with a burnished bronze plate of a mirror, the table is heavy enough I suppose, but not so heavy that I cannot lift it even without Reinforcement of any kind. However, with my newfangled Domain Exo-Suit, the trickiest part of lifting the table is making sure to secure it properly so it doesnt break apart under its own weight. Under the effects of External Reinforcement, the table feels so light Im tempted to grab another one and juggle them, but reason wins out over impulse and I put the table back down again.
I feel so strong, I bet I could even lift Husolt now...
Ill settle for people seeing us as equals for now, but if Shuai Jiao thinks Ill roll over to his demands at the snap of his fingers, then hes in for a rude awakening.
Much of my smugness must be leaking through my expression and Aura, because Yong-Jin looks none too pleased. Not Shuai Jiao though, who is still all sunshine and smiles, a savvy political animal down to the core. Forgive this one for his lacking attire, he says, his back ramrod straight and hands still tucked away in his sleeves despite his polite appeal. This outfit has served me for so many years, this one did not even think twice before putting it on this morning. This one even met the Emperor dressed in these robes, though in retrospect, this one should have thought better of it. Thankfully, no calamity came to pass and this one returned home unscathed, for the Emperor is magnanimous indeed.
Meaning that the Emperor took no issue with Shuai Jiaos clothing, so I should stop my bitching and moaning. Hang on, did he just imply that he only has this one outfit? Surely not, right? Studying his brown robes, I notice several recently mended patches that match up with the injuries he suffered at Bai Qis hands, including an entire sleeve that was almost torn off but the Commander Generals own broken, protruding arm bone. I mean, its entirely possible he chose to wear this particular outfit today by chance and has ten or twelve others sitting in his closet back home, but still... gross. I mean, theres being frugal and then theres keeping an outfit you lost several litres of blood in, which is just all sorts of wrong. Still, why would he wear the same robe for decades? Were it anyone else, Id write them off as a crazed kook, but this is Shuai Jiao were talking about. Theres gotta be a reason, but I havent the foggiest idea why.
Filing away this mystery to pore over later, I wave my hand in casual dismissal and laugh. Come now, the teasing is all in good fun. Dont take it to heart, because Id sooner expect you to show up naked than wearing something tailored and dyed. I probably shouldve left that second part out, but I couldnt resist taking a few jabs at his dignity, especially after all the headaches hes caused me. Well, not me personally, but Luo-Luo in my absence, and Im the only one allowed to bully her like that.
Conceding this initial round in my favour, Shuai Jiao silently prods his Disciple to action. Handing me a plain wooden box, Yong-Jin drops it in my waiting hands a tad too early, a petty move considering there was literally no way I wouldve ever fumbled it. Lifting the lid of the box reveals a set of neatly bound books, the leather spines utterly blank and unmarked like the rest of Shuai Jiaos gift. As I move to pull one out and flip through the contents, Shuai Jiaos polite cough is enough to stay my hand and I meet his gaze with a single raised eyebrow, unwilling to play his games and ask outright. Still wearing a smile which will never reach his eyes, Shuai Jiao says, This one has long since heard of your inquisitive nature and fondness for reading traffic logs, and thus saw fit to complete this rare collection of yours.
That is all that is said, but his mention of traffic logs sends a chill down my spine. My copy of Zhen Shis notes are titled Traffic logs for Shen Huos twelfth district, which means that this must contain the rest of the notes which Fu Zhu Li didnt know existed, much less had missing from his collection. How Shuai Jiao knew Id been reading these notes or that I lacked a complete collection is a mystery, but I will not be intimidated by his knowledge. Besides, its not like its illegal to own a copy of Zhen Shis notes, just frowned upon in polite society, so this information provides no leverage for him to use against me. Thank you for this enlightening gift, I say, closing the lid carefully so as not to appear flustered or upset. A difficult item to procure, I imagine.
Not for someone with your standing and connections, Shuai Jiao replies, his eyes darting away for the briefest of moments, but long enough for me to track his gaze to Monk Happy. But be wary, for knowledge can often be more dangerous than any sword or spear.
A warning I will take to heart. Before turning around and using said knowledge against my foes. Much as I would love to flip through these books and read what happens in experiments 7485 and 11548 to see what Zhen Shi was rambling about, this is neither the time nor place for forbidden studies. Handing the books over to Kuang Biao and Sending him an order to see them safe, I idly wonder if the Death Corps themselves are the reason Shuai Jiao knows about my reading habits. Then again, Shen ZhenWu mightve told Shuai Jiao himself, as the man did sit in my bed and rifle through the notes once upon a time, right before a couple Half-Step Divinity Wraiths tried to take his head. Just because I havent heard from the former Legate doesnt mean no one else has, and let us not forget that Yong-Jin was chosen to replace me after I shattered my Core.
Whatever. I should just assume that my Imperial foes know everything the Death Corps knows and plan accordingly from there.
Though the gift has been received, Shuai Jiao and Yong-Jin have yet to leave, and Id rather not have to dismiss them. Mostly because doing so is not to my advantage, especially considering their continued presence here is not an insult directed towards me, but at the Southern Marshal who is slated to come next. Heaving a sigh that is faker than his smile, Shuai Jiao shakes his head and gestures towards the basin waters before getting to the point. A fine display you put on out there, but this one must confess to a modicum of disappointment. The games are most certainly a good fit for this joyous occasion, but as a Warrior familiar with the Blessing of Water, I had hoped to see more of the Legates Martial progress beyond the superficial.
Ha. He used a pronoun. Thats a point for me, right? I dunno why it would be, but Ill take it. My current status presents me with something of a dilemma, I reply, having the answer already on hand because Im paranoid like that. As Legate of the Outer Provinces, I can hardly spar with my similar aged peers anymore, as it would put them in an awkward position given the vast disparity in rank. Make no mention of skill, but everyone listening will hear my flimsy excuse for what it is, thinly veiled arrogance that is well deserved now that I have few opponents within my age group anymore, not in true combat. Mila and Yan might be able to hurt me, but I can just Cloud Step away from everyone else while throwing Peace and firing bullets at them. Real bullets, since I havent figured out Chi or Water Chi bullets just yet, but Ill get it soon enough. Seriously, how does Ping Ping fire Water Bullets solid enough to shatter steel? Whenever I try it, my Water Chi just splashes harmlessly off every surface, like actual water...
Nonsense. Giving no face whatsoever, Shuai Jiao dismisses my answer with a snort. Rank means nothing in a spar, for how else can a Warrior be expected to improve? Your sparring partners do you no favours by holding back in practice, for such lackadaisical efforts will only give rise to false confidence. Why not exchange a few blows with Yong-Jin here, and show the audience how far you have progressed along the Martial Path?
God I hate these games of politics, especially when Im not winning. How am I supposed to respond? Claim I win my spars fair and square? No, that makes me sound petulant and whiny, not to mention lends weight to Shuai Jiaos statement. Outright refusal is impossible, since itll make me look scared. I could take him up on his offer and spar against Yong-Jin, but this is exactly what the Colonel General wants, so I dont want to give it to him so easily. Maybe I should ask to spar with Shuai Jiao himself? Mm, bad idea, because I am most definitely not his match and cannot afford to gift him an opportunity to beat me silly on my wedding day.
I supposed sparring with Yong-Jin is my best option, but its also the most obvious one, which sets my spidey senses to tingling. Unable to come up with an alternative, I am barely able to control my smile as I consider how badly I should beat Yong-Jin. Well, I dont want to hold up the festivities for too long, but I suppose a quick spar wouldnt hurt. Have you a location in mind?
The field you arranged is just fine. Offering me a Martial salute, Yong-Jin bows his head and turns towards the water to indicate I should lead the way, as I should. His Mentor can butt heads with me all he likes, but Yong-Jin is only a lowly Major and far below my lofty status, so he must mind his manners. That being said, either he thinks Ive somehow been lying about my strength and fooling everyone with tricks, or hes so confident in his own strength that he believes he can defeat me, and given how well informed Shuai Jiao has proven to be, I doubt its the former.
Leaping out over the audience and Cloud-Stepping out into the basin, I land lightly on the nearest log and turn back to see how Yong-Jin intends to traverse the same distance, only to falter in place as I find him hot on my heels and bounding over the logs in a phenomenal display of Lightening. Though not quite Lin-Lin levels of mastery, Yong-Jins skills are top-tier and he makes it look effortless as walking along a pier, his boots still dry despite having come so far. After a brief moment of thought, I realize that I am a giant idiot as I shouldve expected him to be much stronger than he was two years ago. On the evening of Mahakalas death, when Shen ZhenWu tried to hard sell me on becoming his Oath Sworn lackey, the Seneschal told me that the young talents of the Imperial Clan possessed skills that would put my own to shame. Then he promised me that with proper training under the Imperial Protectors tutelage, I would rise up to surpass all others and truly become the Number One Talent in the Empire, eventually surpassing Dad in two decades and Akanai in three. I passed on all that because fuck Oaths of service, but it appears Yong-Jin here accepted Shen ZhenWus offer and has been training under the Chief Baldy surnamed Liang, who is somehow related to the Grand Marshal and Shen ZhenWu both.
Which means Yong-Jin might actually prove something of a challenge to defeat.
...
Welp, too late to back out now. Besides, itll be fun to push my limits against someone my age with a similar Blessing, especially with minimal risk involved. Cheeks hurting from straining against my smile, I head out to the centre of the basin amidst cheers from the crowd, with one voice in particular piercing through the hubbub to reach my ears.
Kick his butt, hubby!
And with that, my victory is all but secured, for I do not dare disappoint my sweet wifey on our wedding day.
Chapter Meme
Chapter 722Exciting as it is to compete with the big kids in front of a crowd, the heady rush of victory is no match for the sheer joy and contentment of spending time with my loved ones, so I make sure to take time off from my political wheelings and dealings to do just that.Updated from novelbIn.comPerched on my back with arms wrapped around my shoulders, my sweet wifeys unrestrained laughter fills me with warmth as we hurdle about the basin atop our wooden log while pulling Yan and Mila alongside us. Its tricky keeping everything stable while propelling about on currents of my own devising, but its good practice with reasonably high stakes considering Mila will probably murder me if I dunk her in front of so many people. The thought of seeing her soaking wet in her slinky red and gold dress is almost tempting enough to risk death, but my jealous nature hates the idea of sharing the visual with so very many people, so I rein in my mischievous nature and settle for some wholesome fun and games instead.For now. The unwholesome stuff comes later.Sweet and thoughtful as always, Lin-Lin encourages the crowd to come join us in our games, and soon the basin is filled with people swimming and splashing about. Mostly children since even the commoners find it too scandalous to strip down to their underwear in front of this massive audience, with many still nattering on about Alsantsets and Tursinais scandalous swimming attire. Its silly considering the assortment of slinky, scanty dresses which are so in fashion right now, as my sister and Tursinai were covered from necks to knees with waterproof shirts and shorts, though I will admit their form-fitting outfits were rather tight and left very little to the imagination, almost like a low-tech wet-suit even. That being said, I should remember to ask my sister where she got those swimming outfits from and see if I can get a set for my lovely wives, while finding some way to convince Tenjin to burn his wifes outfit so I am never tempted by Tursinais inviting smile and alluring figure ever again.On second thought, that probably wouldnt help. If it wasnt for the crowd, Tursinai would probably just strip down to nothing and swim in the nude alongside everyone else who grew up in the village, which is both better and worse at the same time. On a side note, I should see about building myself a private indoor pool, or at the very least make plans to expand the bathhouse so its big enough to swim in.After a few circuits around the basin, Mila and Yan cede their places over to Alsantset and Charok, who carry Tali and Tate with them as I tow everyone about the water. Next up is Luo-Luo and Li-Li, as demanded by my sweet wifey, who wants to make sure everyone has a chance to join in on the fun, though the older generation all decline my generous offer. Delighted to finally go swimming together in real life, Ping Ping glides alongside and splashes water at everyone we pass, her mischievous antics eliciting a chorus of laughter from the watching crowd. The quins are also quick to join in on the fun, avoiding most of the strangers by swimming far out into the deeper waters to search for clams, cockles, and other sea life to munch on, though the pickings are understandably scarce. Rakky and the bears also have a grand old time splashing about, sticking close to the shallows and not so much avoiding the crowd as the crowds avoid them, because even commoners know better than to try and pet the giant danger floofs.Which speaks volumes to my addiction problems. I should seek help right? I cant just keep risking my life to collect floofs, can I? Then again, the clinical definition of addiction is engaging in compulsive behaviour to the point of causing harm, so no harm, no foul.Alas, the fun times cannot last forever as Luo-Luo gently reminds us that we have a strict schedule to adhere to, since it would not do to keep our guests waiting at the next venue. Keeping her grumbling to a bare minimum, Lin-Lin is marched off by Mom and Alsantset to attend her next dress change, and I can only sympathize as Mila and Yan escort me away to mine. Honestly, I could get used to walking around in shorts and no shirt, because damn do my abs look and feel good. Baggy clothes are nice and comfy, but if you got it, flaunt it, amirite?Since my wives also have new dresses to change into and cosmetics to touch up, I let thoughts wander amidst the mind-numbing boredom of following directions from Luo-Luos hired stylist mercenaries. The games went rather well, especially considering I won every match, though not in the most upright and honourable manner available. Its surprising how rigid and inflexible the general mindset of Martial Warriors can be, as no one thought to sacrifice themselves to drag down another player or attack the logs someone else was standing on, and instead tried to fight head on every time. Stupid of them considering Alsantset and Tursinai are almost as strong as Gerel, who himself is the youngest Peak Expert in who knows how long, but stupid is as stupid does. I wasnt even forced to use my weapon of last resort, which was stealing or borrowing another rod to dual wield and carry the ball vis a vis the chopstick method. This just goes to show how independent and self-reliant Warriors have become, perhaps by virtue of necessity more than anything else, but teamwork makes the dream work as they say, and I intend to force this mindset onto every soldier I can so that we might better contend against the Enemy.And maybe the Emperor afterwards, but well see how things go. Maybe everything will work out and I wont have to rebel, or Zhen Shi will win and save me the trouble of worrying about what comes next. Optimism, wooo!One unexpected benefit of all the fun and games was figuring out how to surf around, which is great for party tricks and all, but not all that useful in combat. One, I cant move all that fast, since Im essentially paddling along using Domain Deflection, and two, its much easier just to... you know, use a paddle or sail or something. Still, its nice being able to knowingly affect the physical world around me using Chi, even if the results are sorely lacking in comparison to what I can do with Blobbys help, but any progress is good progress. Im thinking I could probably Amplify and Reinforce the Chi skill to propel myself faster, but I havent really figured out External Reinforcement just yet, much less how to Amplify my Domain. At first glance, it doesnt seem all too difficult a concept, but then I actually tried it and was at a loss on how to proceed. Reinforcement is all about augmenting my natural muscles, but how do I augment a Domain to make it make me stronger? I mean, I know its possible because I can do it without really thinking, but only in the moment and not entirely on command. What about Amplification, which is timing an explosion of Chi at the precise moment of impact? How would I go about doing that with my Domain, which in and of itself is a construct of Chi, and therefore would get exploded alongside the Amplification?Maybe Im thinking too much about the nitty gritty details and should just keep practising until I figure it out based on feeling and intuition, but I cant help but be curious about how Chi skills fundamentally work. If basic Reinforcement is augmenting what is physically there, how does External Reinforcement work? Maybe like an exo-suit of Chi that boosts my speed, strength, and durability? That sounds viable and all, but the devil is in the details, because even though I understand the concept of an exo-suit, I really have no idea how one would work, mundane or Chi based, and thus cannot really improve upon the idea. Then again, I doubt most Martial Warriors understand exo-suits either, so how is it possible for them to envision one and utilize External Reinforcement?With no one to talk to besides my stylists and guards, I voice my thoughts through Sending to the ever-vigilant Kuang Biao who is supervising the help to make sure none of them try to drive a knife through my eye or something equally deadly. To my surprise, the sullen man actually responds with helpful advice, Sending, Most Martial Warriors also lack a comprehensive understanding of how the human body works, yet are able to Reinforce just fine. Theyre even able to utilize this newfangled Panacea method to Heal without any knowledge whatsoever, so why must you insist on such strict standards for yourself? You also mentioned envisioning this skill as a suit of Chi armour? One that helps you move and fight? This is, as the Abbot would say, making the simple complex, when instead you should strive for the opposite. Why would you need to don a suit of Chi armour when you already possess a Domain which serves the same effect?And just like that, the curtains part and a whole host of possibilities dawn on me.Ive noted it before, but a Domain doesnt form the shape of a sphere around the Martial Warrior, but is more shaped like the person themselves, because Chi emanates from the skin in all directions, rather from a central point. That said, why would the skin be the anchor point? Better yet, why would it need an anchor point at all? If the Domain emanates out from the Core, and my Core is now distributed throughout my Spiritual Heart of a body, then wouldnt my Domain emanate out from my entire being? Skin, muscles, bones, everything and anything would be emitting Domain in a way, with no discernible point of emission. Itd be like... a glow stick emitting light, as opposed to magic oozing out of my pores, which is how Id sorta envisioned it before, though not in such exact detail.My glow stick allegory is enough to help me make better sense of things as I envision my base Domain as a larger, illusory version of me laid overtop my physical self. No, thats not enough, thats just a regular Domain, creating a region in which I retain Authority over my Chi by extending my Core into the physical world. What I want is for my Domain to not only overlap my physical body, but intertwine and interact with it as well. I must merge the physical and metaphysical both, similar to Refining a Spiritual Heart, only this time itd be temporary as opposed to permanent.Waving away the intrusive hands plaguing me from every direction, I close my eyes and deploy my Domain as far as it will go, forming a metaphysical shadow of myself whose few extra centimetres of height I envy. Then, in a reversal of Intent, I compress my Domain as close to my skin as possible, solidifying and consolidating it into something similar to the exo-suit I previously envisioned, but different, as it goes beyond the mere physical. My Domain shrinks in size as it integrates with my physical self, settling over me like a shroud and affixing itself in place as if built to do just that, like two complex puzzle pieces perfectly snapping together as intended. Doing so is as easy as Willing it into existence, on account of how my body is a Spiritual Heart meaning Ive already done the lions share of the work. The result is something that is more than just a superficial covering, one which goes past the skin to integrate with my muscles, organs, and bones in a complete merger of my body and Domain.Ive always seen my Core and Domain as some extraneous add-on that I installed with Chi, but only because they didnt exist in my past life. The truth is, my Core and Domain are no different from my brain, heart, and personality, a critical part of me in a physical, mental, and spiritual manner. What was it Dad said? Your Core is a barrier yes, but it does not only hold Chi, it also keeps your being, your mortality, and quite possibly your eternal soul, within. He told me point blank that my Core is at the very least comprised of my soul, and perhaps even part and parcel of the whole, but I never really understood it until right now.I am the Core, the Core is me, or in other words, One with the Self. Perhaps rather than a joining of body and Domain, it would be more accurate to say this is a joining of the body, mind, and soul.All the little details Id agonized over are no longer an issue, because my Domain knows exactly how my body works, as it too is now a part of my body and already has all the information needed to carry out my Will. Power flows through and around me in a palpable rush of strength and vigour, my body feeling faster and lighter than ever as I hop lightly in place. Opening my eyes, I find myself effortlessly hopping almost twice my height, without any use of Lightening at all. Eager to test my strength out some more, I head over and grab the heaviest thing in the room, which is the hateful makeup table holding all manner of horrible implements used to poke, prod, dab, and otherwise torment me for long minutes without end. A sturdy, hardwood affair affixed with a burnished bronze plate of a mirror, the table is heavy enough I suppose, but not so heavy that I cannot lift it even without Reinforcement of any kind. However, with my newfangled Domain Exo-Suit, the trickiest part of lifting the table is making sure to secure it properly so it doesnt break apart under its own weight. Under the effects of External Reinforcement, the table feels so light Im tempted to grab another one and juggle them, but reason wins out over impulse and I put the table back down again.I feel so strong, I bet I could even lift Husolt now...Ill settle for people seeing us as equals for now, but if Shuai Jiao thinks Ill roll over to his demands at the snap of his fingers, then hes in for a rude awakening.Much of my smugness must be leaking through my expression and Aura, because Yong-Jin looks none too pleased. Not Shuai Jiao though, who is still all sunshine and smiles, a savvy political animal down to the core. Forgive this one for his lacking attire, he says, his back ramrod straight and hands still tucked away in his sleeves despite his polite appeal. This outfit has served me for so many years, this one did not even think twice before putting it on this morning. This one even met the Emperor dressed in these robes, though in retrospect, this one should have thought better of it. Thankfully, no calamity came to pass and this one returned home unscathed, for the Emperor is magnanimous indeed.Meaning that the Emperor took no issue with Shuai Jiaos clothing, so I should stop my bitching and moaning. Hang on, did he just imply that he only has this one outfit? Surely not, right? Studying his brown robes, I notice several recently mended patches that match up with the injuries he suffered at Bai Qis hands, including an entire sleeve that was almost torn off but the Commander Generals own broken, protruding arm bone. I mean, its entirely possible he chose to wear this particular outfit today by chance and has ten or twelve others sitting in his closet back home, but still... gross. I mean, theres being frugal and then theres keeping an outfit you lost several litres of blood in, which is just all sorts of wrong. Still, why would he wear the same robe for decades? Were it anyone else, Id write them off as a crazed kook, but this is Shuai Jiao were talking about. Theres gotta be a reason, but I havent the foggiest idea why.Filing away this mystery to pore over later, I wave my hand in casual dismissal and laugh. Come now, the teasing is all in good fun. Dont take it to heart, because Id sooner expect you to show up naked than wearing something tailored and dyed. I probably shouldve left that second part out, but I couldnt resist taking a few jabs at his dignity, especially after all the headaches hes caused me. Well, not me personally, but Luo-Luo in my absence, and Im the only one allowed to bully her like that.Conceding this initial round in my favour, Shuai Jiao silently prods his Disciple to action. Handing me a plain wooden box, Yong-Jin drops it in my waiting hands a tad too early, a petty move considering there was literally no way I wouldve ever fumbled it. Lifting the lid of the box reveals a set of neatly bound books, the leather spines utterly blank and unmarked like the rest of Shuai Jiaos gift. As I move to pull one out and flip through the contents, Shuai Jiaos polite cough is enough to stay my hand and I meet his gaze with a single raised eyebrow, unwilling to play his games and ask outright. Still wearing a smile which will never reach his eyes, Shuai Jiao says, This one has long since heard of your inquisitive nature and fondness for reading traffic logs, and thus saw fit to complete this rare collection of yours.That is all that is said, but his mention of traffic logs sends a chill down my spine. My copy of Zhen Shis notes are titled Traffic logs for Shen Huos twelfth district, which means that this must contain the rest of the notes which Fu Zhu Li didnt know existed, much less had missing from his collection. How Shuai Jiao knew Id been reading these notes or that I lacked a complete collection is a mystery, but I will not be intimidated by his knowledge. Besides, its not like its illegal to own a copy of Zhen Shis notes, just frowned upon in polite society, so this information provides no leverage for him to use against me. Thank you for this enlightening gift, I say, closing the lid carefully so as not to appear flustered or upset. A difficult item to procure, I imagine.Not for someone with your standing and connections, Shuai Jiao replies, his eyes darting away for the briefest of moments, but long enough for me to track his gaze to Monk Happy. But be wary, for knowledge can often be more dangerous than any sword or spear.A warning I will take to heart. Before turning around and using said knowledge against my foes. Much as I would love to flip through these books and read what happens in experiments 7485 and 11548 to see what Zhen Shi was rambling about, this is neither the time nor place for forbidden studies. Handing the books over to Kuang Biao and Sending him an order to see them safe, I idly wonder if the Death Corps themselves are the reason Shuai Jiao knows about my reading habits. Then again, Shen ZhenWu mightve told Shuai Jiao himself, as the man did sit in my bed and rifle through the notes once upon a time, right before a couple Half-Step Divinity Wraiths tried to take his head. Just because I havent heard from the former Legate doesnt mean no one else has, and let us not forget that Yong-Jin was chosen to replace me after I shattered my Core.Whatever. I should just assume that my Imperial foes know everything the Death Corps knows and plan accordingly from there.Though the gift has been received, Shuai Jiao and Yong-Jin have yet to leave, and Id rather not have to dismiss them. Mostly because doing so is not to my advantage, especially considering their continued presence here is not an insult directed towards me, but at the Southern Marshal who is slated to come next. Heaving a sigh that is faker than his smile, Shuai Jiao shakes his head and gestures towards the basin waters before getting to the point. A fine display you put on out there, but this one must confess to a modicum of disappointment. The games are most certainly a good fit for this joyous occasion, but as a Warrior familiar with the Blessing of Water, I had hoped to see more of the Legates Martial progress beyond the superficial.Ha. He used a pronoun. Thats a point for me, right? I dunno why it would be, but Ill take it. My current status presents me with something of a dilemma, I reply, having the answer already on hand because Im paranoid like that. As Legate of the Outer Provinces, I can hardly spar with my similar aged peers anymore, as it would put them in an awkward position given the vast disparity in rank. Make no mention of skill, but everyone listening will hear my flimsy excuse for what it is, thinly veiled arrogance that is well deserved now that I have few opponents within my age group anymore, not in true combat. Mila and Yan might be able to hurt me, but I can just Cloud Step away from everyone else while throwing Peace and firing bullets at them. Real bullets, since I havent figured out Chi or Water Chi bullets just yet, but Ill get it soon enough. Seriously, how does Ping Ping fire Water Bullets solid enough to shatter steel? Whenever I try it, my Water Chi just splashes harmlessly off every surface, like actual water...Nonsense. Giving no face whatsoever, Shuai Jiao dismisses my answer with a snort. Rank means nothing in a spar, for how else can a Warrior be expected to improve? Your sparring partners do you no favours by holding back in practice, for such lackadaisical efforts will only give rise to false confidence. Why not exchange a few blows with Yong-Jin here, and show the audience how far you have progressed along the Martial Path?God I hate these games of politics, especially when Im not winning. How am I supposed to respond? Claim I win my spars fair and square? No, that makes me sound petulant and whiny, not to mention lends weight to Shuai Jiaos statement. Outright refusal is impossible, since itll make me look scared. I could take him up on his offer and spar against Yong-Jin, but this is exactly what the Colonel General wants, so I dont want to give it to him so easily. Maybe I should ask to spar with Shuai Jiao himself? Mm, bad idea, because I am most definitely not his match and cannot afford to gift him an opportunity to beat me silly on my wedding day.I supposed sparring with Yong-Jin is my best option, but its also the most obvious one, which sets my spidey senses to tingling. Unable to come up with an alternative, I am barely able to control my smile as I consider how badly I should beat Yong-Jin. Well, I dont want to hold up the festivities for too long, but I suppose a quick spar wouldnt hurt. Have you a location in mind?The field you arranged is just fine. Offering me a Martial salute, Yong-Jin bows his head and turns towards the water to indicate I should lead the way, as I should. His Mentor can butt heads with me all he likes, but Yong-Jin is only a lowly Major and far below my lofty status, so he must mind his manners. That being said, either he thinks Ive somehow been lying about my strength and fooling everyone with tricks, or hes so confident in his own strength that he believes he can defeat me, and given how well informed Shuai Jiao has proven to be, I doubt its the former.Leaping out over the audience and Cloud-Stepping out into the basin, I land lightly on the nearest log and turn back to see how Yong-Jin intends to traverse the same distance, only to falter in place as I find him hot on my heels and bounding over the logs in a phenomenal display of Lightening. Though not quite Lin-Lin levels of mastery, Yong-Jins skills are top-tier and he makes it look effortless as walking along a pier, his boots still dry despite having come so far. After a brief moment of thought, I realize that I am a giant idiot as I shouldve expected him to be much stronger than he was two years ago. On the evening of Mahakalas death, when Shen ZhenWu tried to hard sell me on becoming his Oath Sworn lackey, the Seneschal told me that the young talents of the Imperial Clan possessed skills that would put my own to shame. Then he promised me that with proper training under the Imperial Protectors tutelage, I would rise up to surpass all others and truly become the Number One Talent in the Empire, eventually surpassing Dad in two decades and Akanai in three. I passed on all that because fuck Oaths of service, but it appears Yong-Jin here accepted Shen ZhenWus offer and has been training under the Chief Baldy surnamed Liang, who is somehow related to the Grand Marshal and Shen ZhenWu both.Which means Yong-Jin might actually prove something of a challenge to defeat....Welp, too late to back out now. Besides, itll be fun to push my limits against someone my age with a similar Blessing, especially with minimal risk involved. Cheeks hurting from straining against my smile, I head out to the centre of the basin amidst cheers from the crowd, with one voice in particular piercing through the hubbub to reach my ears.Kick his butt, hubby!And with that, my victory is all but secured, for I do not dare disappoint my sweet wifey on our wedding day.Chapter Meme
