Chapter 3.6 – A Modest Entry into Sect Politics (Week 2, Part 2)
The next evening, Shaohuo strode to their group's dinner table with brows furrowed by an unusually dark mood.
"Hi, Shaohuo!" Xiaoli said as he drew close, turning away from her conversation with Yang Mi to face him.
"Hello." He said, giving her a curt nod. He set his rice bowl down on the table, and sat down next to Suyin and Princess An, who greeted him as well and then returned to their conversation. From what little he overheard, they were discussing politics in the capital. Since Suyin was considering following her sister into administration, it made sense for Suyin to get An's advice on the matter, and in time perhaps even future political support.
Xiaoli tilted her head and squinted at his face, which no doubt still held an unpleasant expression. "What's eating you?"
"It's nothing important. Elder Wu's research is just more complicated than I expected." Shaohuo said. He began chewing his rice mechanically, chopsticks moving from bowl to mouth at a precisely even pace.
"Um, does that have anything to do with your robes?" Suyin asked, glancing at his sleeve, which was now burnt black.
He scowled. "Let's just say that Elder Wu's armor is a work in progress." It had been his favorite set of robes, too. He looked dashing in red. At least, that's what Mother said. He supposed he should consider himself lucky that the burn just left his skin pink and sore for a few seconds until his qi healed it rather than doing any lasting damage.
"Do you mean the lightning-resistant armor?" An said, laying her tea cup down daintily, somehow making even such a simple movement look graceful. "I must admit that Elder Wu's research sounds fascinating, but could he not test it with a straw dummy or such rather than a student?"
His lips curled into a wry smile. "That would be a good idea, but I don't think Elder Wu would agree. A dummy can't give feedback after all. He could wear the armor himself and have another elder test lightning arts on him, but I think he prefers this arrangement."
"If you ask me, you should tell him to fuck off and find some other sucker to do it. You wouldn't see me put up with that." Xu Kuo said. He nodded, as though pleased at how tough he was. Sadly the only tough thing there was his thick skull.
"No, but a more tactful approach tends to work better," Shaohuo said, shaking his head. He was tempted to mention how the blunt approach hadn't worked on Hou Lian, but he had only told Xiaoli about that and it wouldn't accomplish anything other than piss him off. "Anyway, it doesn't matter. There's only another two weeks left until the assignment is finished so I'll just put up with it until then. Hopefully Elder Wu's next project will be less explosive. But enough about me, what have you all been up to?"
"I've been doing sword training!" Xiaoli said with a grin. "Ziyi says I'll be pretty good with it in a couple of weeks. Although, I should probably try to get a tutor or something eventually."
Xiaoli stroked the sword hilt on her hip lovingly. As far as Shaohuo could tell, she never went anywhere without it. He was glad she liked his present so much, but he felt a little nervous seeing her with it sometimes. From how Yang Mi was eyeing Xiaoli's sword hand next to her as if ready to bolt at a moment's notice, she probably agreed. With Xiaoli's great fortune perhaps she would succeed in learning to refrain from waving the pointy end at things she didn't want to ruin.
"You should do some sect assignments then, and get some points. How about you, Suyin?" Shaohuo said.
"Oh, nothing interesting really, just cultivating on my own mostly." Suyin said, ducking her head.
"But you also prepare breakfast for us before you leave in the mornings as well, don't you?" Yazhu said from her seat next to Xu Kuo, brows scrunched in apparent confusion. "I don't
think anyone else has been leaving me omelette rice in the mornings, but since you leave before I wake up it could have been someone else. Was it you, Xu Kuo?" She said, turning to the boy next to her.
"What? Are you trying to say I look like the kind of thug who'd break into a girl's house uninvited?!" Xu Kuo said, crossing his arms.
"So it wasn't you?" Yazhu said, looking even more confused. She raised a hand to her chin as if thinking very deeply, her dress's loose sleeves dangling on the table.
Yang Mi smiled, seemingly enjoying this comedy routine from her front-row seat between Xiaoli and Yazhu. "Heheh, well, probably not the breaking in part at least, right Yazhu?" but Yazhu looked as confused as ever. Xu Kuo's eyebrow twitched.
"Ah, no, I was the one making the omelette rice." Suyin interjected hastily. "I was just practicing cooking, that's all. I never needed to when I was at home, but here it's not like we can just ask the chefs to make whatever we want."
"You can do that, actually, I tracked down one of the cooks yesterday and got him to make me some sweets!" Xiaoli said, nodding as though sharing great wisdom. "You need to speak up, Suyin!"
Shaohuo sighed and resisted the urge to rub his forehead and ease the headache rapidly developing there. He could already envision Xiaoli hounding a chef with repeated requests for food until he finally gave in and bought her silence with sweets.
"Xiaoli, don't bother the cooks. You don't honestly expect them to spend time cooking special dishes for individuals after also cooking for the whole sect too, right?" Shaohuo said. Xiaoli looked unmoved. "Right?!" but Xiaoli looked back toward Suyin as though she hadn't heard him.
Yang Mi giggled. "Aw, Suyin, you're just too cute. Look at you trying to be all modest and stuff."
Suyin's face turned bright red. She looked down and fiddled with her chopsticks though nothing was left on her plate. "A-ah, please, don't tease me."
"Humility is a virtue, but to succeed one must make their achievements widely known." Princess An said between sips of tea. "A difficult balance to be sure, but something to bear in mind for the future. I do admire your dedication however. I must renew my own cultivation efforts if I am to keep up with you."
"U-urk." A strange sound came from Suyin and then she was very still. If not for her still blushing red cheeks, one might think she was catatonic.
"Is she okay?" Yang Mi said, looking at Suyin with concern, and then back at Shaohuo.
"Suyin has a hard time dealing with praise in high doses." Shaohuo said wryly. If anything that was an understatement. "Give her a little while and she should recover."
"Ah, I see." Yang Mi said, looking over Suyin once more. "There, there." Yang Mi said, patting Suyin on the head with a matronly air.
"Your friends are quite lively." Princess An said, a smile gracing her lips.
Xu Kuo snorted. "More like, y'all are c-raaazy. The folks back home'll laugh their asses off once I tell them about this place." Shaohuo scowled at him. So rude, crude, and to a princess too! He would have to double, no, triple Xu Kuo's etiquette lessons from now on.
"Rude! And it's not like you're not a cultivator too, Mister home invasion!" Xiaoli said, putting her hands on her hips. Well, Shaohuo wouldn't have put it quite that bluntly, but he nodded nonetheless. Xu Kuo scowled and looked like he was about to say something when he was interrupted.
Princess An giggled and waved her hand. "We are among friends, are we not? I have noticed it takes a rather peculiar mindset to cultivate effectively, and there are some talented cultivators among our group. But what I meant to say earlier was, thank you for inviting me here, Shaohuo and Xiaoli. I think I might join you more often."
"The honor is ours, believe me." Shaohuo said, smiling.
"Yeah, what he said!" Xiaoli said, giving her a thumbs up.
"Even so, I must apologize for any uncouth behavior you have seen, though I am glad it hasn't bothered you," Shaohuo said.
"Hey, I'm not that bad!" Xiaoli said, waggling a finger at him.
"I didn't even mention your name…" Shaohuo said, looking at Xiaoli closely. Did she do something while he wasn't paying attention?
Princess An chuckled. "Yes, I do believe I was correct."