Hmmph... this junior is a good seed [Cultivation Management Quest]

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Antonius Emmanuel Eleanora 1 - From the Personal Notes of Eleanora
From the Personal Notes of Eleanora
An AEE Omake

Birth

Even in the dark
Hope blooms in my heart of hearts
Is it born to die?

Childhood

So strong, yet so frail
He is a caterpillar
Will he spread his wings?

Adulthood

He sheds his frailty
He is now a mighty oak
Yet leaves are falling

Trial

So cold, the reaper
We shield our flame from the winds
His hope will burn bright​

A/N: @occipitallobe Not sure if this counts as an omake, but if it does I'm going for a life saving treasure. Haiku is more japanese than chinese but I figure Eleanora may have picked it up somewhere. These are her thoughts as her son grows.
 
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Antonius Emmanuel Eleanora 2 - Eleanora
This is an adventure detailing how Antonius' mother joined the Bronze Demons. It ended up growing to about 8000 words. Hopefully it ended up well. Feedback is always welcome. @occipitallobe could this be added to my Fate for this turn if possible?
Eleanora
An AEE Omake


Nights start cold and dark
Long and difficult journeys
But they end in dawn

It was a familiar routine before a mission. The last rays of sunlight were falling and the three of us were sitting around a map as we were given the instructions from the boss.

"This is our target." The refined man with a jian attached to his belt and an ever-present smile was our Dage. None of us used our real names. Since he recruited us and was our only connection with our real boss, he'd taken to the term "Older Brother".

You glanced at the location. "That's a village in Bronze Demon territory. So far we've only gone after the Blood Cannibals, why the sudden switch?" You'd taken the name Arrow after your choice of weapon. You had a quiver at your belt, though your bow wasn't as immediately obvious.

Dage smiled apologetically. "It's not like he tells me all of his plans," He told you. "All I know is that we'll get paid if we take care of the Bronze Demon stationed there."

Hmm. The Bronze Demons had quite a breadth as far as skills went. "Do we have any information on their skills and tactics?" You glanced at the map and considered your options. Could you draw the cultivator out from the village? Unlikely if she was meant to be guarding it. This would be tricky if you wanted it done without hurting any villagers.

"Close combat with a spear," He replies, answering your question. "She's about my level of strength but her skill is probably better. If she's even half as good as they say she is then I'd have a hard time against her in melee."

You considered that as you idly traced the arrows on your quiver. Dage was stronger than you in terms of cultivation. Enough that you'd need prepared ground and you still might have to use resources you'd rather not. "So we'll need to get the drop on her somehow."

"Why don't we just go with the usual plan?" The third member of your group spoke up. Snake was casually sitting with his back to a tree. He hadn't even glanced at the map. Like his name suggested, he used poison though he used salamander venom from his bonded pet. It was wrapped around his neck and you suppressed the involuntary shudder that it always caused.

"That was necessary for the Blood Cannibals," You replied. "We don't need that here." Though technically the weakest of you, he was undoubtedly the most dangerous. His salamander could create venoms with specific properties to target different cultivators. Typically, he spread it as a mist which affected everyone without an antidote. It had been horribly effective against the blood path and made you incredibly wary around him.

"It'll still work," Snake said, shrugging. "Cover of night, she'd never see it coming. Sure, it might kill a few mortals but it's what happens when you are fighting demons."

"These aren't blood-path," You replied. "The point is not to hurt the villagers. Couldn't we deliver the poison using your darts?"

"I have darts like I have daggers," He answers. "Have you ever seen me use them?"

"About that," Dage added, cutting in. "That's the trickiest bit. Besides her skill, she's also known to have a defence against projectiles. It's almost certainly something she specifically trained for."

You frowned. "So an archer against someone specifically good against arrows?" Your clan had trained for experts who could counter archers but most of that training was reserved for higher cultivation levels. You never got the chance to learn that. "That complicates things."

"So poison mist then," Snake said, smirking. "Why mess with what works?"

"I didn't sign up for killing mortals," You replied, grimacing. Cultivators are meant to protect, not to hurt the weak.

Snake just smirked at you. "You didn't have that response against the Blood Cannibals."

"The Blood Cannibals were proper blood-path," You fired back. "Some of those times we didn't have a choice."

"You think these villagers have it any better?" He countered. "They've lived under a demon clan for generations. Some of them might even thank us for letting them die."

"The Golden Devils aren't blood-path," You repeated, realising that this wouldn't go anywhere."We've seen them fight for months now. Nothing we've seen shows that they mistreat their subjects."

Snake just laughed at that. "They are a Demonic Sect. Why would they be if they weren't demons?"

You grit your teeth but there isn't anything you could think to say to that. "We have no proof that they are as bad," You finally said, but it didn't matter. Snake had already taken your earlier silence as victory.

You glance at Dage and he just shrugs. "Do you have any better ideas?" He asks you and you force yourself to think. You'd gone along with the plan before, but only because sometimes it was only the genuinely best way. You didn't want that to be your first response. Some arrows are more precious than others, but every arrow has it's worth.

Were these mortals worth risking your own neck? You took a deep breath. "Let me challenge her to a duel," You replied. It'd be tough, but you could maybe win even if it would leave you vulnerable. "You can keep watch and use the information to refine the mist even if I fail."

Snake just shrugs, probably already discounting your chances. Dage was looking more interested however.

"You're confident about this?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. You knew he suspected you had a trump card. It was one the reasons you were confident neither would attack you. You tried not to think of what would happen if you survived this thing. "What's your plan?"

Well, you know how you might win if everything goes perfectly, but how do you convert that into a viable plan? "I have a technique that I'm confident would kill her," You finally say, thinking of the best way to deliver said technique. "I just need her in front of me."

"Interesting," Dage said, thinking it over. "While I have no doubt on your skills, aren't you most effective at a distance?" You didn't need to answer, you both knew it was true. "A better idea would be that I challenge her to a duel and give you an opening to attack."

You frowned. That would actually be ideal. Hitting her without hitting him would be complicated but not anymore than hitting someone running up at you.You were still worried that it was him that suggested it. "Do you want me to attack her during a duel?" You ask him carefully.

"It's that or the poison mist." He replies, shrugging. You wondered if he actually thought you were worried about honor. Snake seemed to think so, given his eye-roll.

The question was: Why was he willing to challenge a cultivator he admits might be stronger than him while also putting himself in your line of sight? "Okay," You agree with trepidation. "How about we challenge her at dawn?"

"Why dawn?"

"It'll be dark enough to hide but bright enough to shoot," Plus, the villagers should be inside. You didn't want them getting caught up in the whole thing.

He nods and glances at Snake who shrugs. "I'll have enough time to prepare for the night."

As you begin to think about what you need to prepare, you also try to think of how to get out of the other complications your latest plan would cause.

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Moving at dawn gave you time to examine the village. You were trained to hide and to use your third eye so there wasn't any risk of getting caught. What you found was heartening to say the least. As far as you could tell, the mortals were quite well off. You were still in the same amount of trouble, but It made your decision seem more worth it.

The sun was starting to rise and you had secured a hiding place on a roof that would be shadowed for at least an hour after the duel started while still falling on the wide ground Dage had decided to use for his duel. There were houses beside it but you were certain their occupants were mostly asleep and were unlikely to come out for a battle between two experts.

You stretched your senses, feeling Dage's ki as it flared to draw in your quarry. You could feel the Bronze Demon expert make her way to meet him. As she approached, you made your preparations.

Many archers chose to eschew physical arrows and concentrate on arrows of pure qi whether through artifacts or techniques. It was easier to manage with increasing cultivation and material requirements. Your clan had embraced the opposite.

Channeling qi through special materials allowed you to bring out their inherent abilities. The variety of effects made up for the material problems. It was why you never seemed to carry a bow. Bangles of Imperial Jade adorned each of your hands and by simply focusing your qi, you could transform them into bows perfect for your needs.

You drew three arrows at once and held them between the closed knuckles of your shooting hand. You had trained from birth and at this point you could shoot all three instinctually. It was fast enough that it was as if you shot three arrows at once.

As the golden devil approached, Dage also prepared. He had drawn his jian and his smile turned into a cocky smirk. He pointed his sword at the enemy - a woman with red hair dressed in armor and armed with a spear - and then uttered a line you could swear you had heard before. He was really getting into his character.

"Golden Devil villain!" He began with pomposity worthy of a young master. "Your extortion of this village ends now! I challenge you to a duel for your life and property! Refuse and what honor and Karma your wretched soul has is forfeit!"

"This village is under my protection and this territory is of my clan," The golden devil answers, taking a lunging stance with her spear at the ready. "Whatever game you want to play, do so elsewhere or suffer the consequences." Now that you were this close, you were certain. The devil was definitely stronger than Dage in raw power. Not enough to clearly give her victory but enough that the scales were weighed in her favor. With her rumoured skills on the other hand...

The chance of you ever winning a duel was sounding highly unlikely. You held your bow ready and lined up a shot as you observed her trying to convince him to leave here and while he replied in various insults. Dage was ensuring that she was in your line of sight but you weren't sure you were ready to shoot yet.

"So you shall not leave us be then?" The golden devil finally asks and you wait for the moment of her attack. She shakes her head and clenches her spear tighter. You ready yourself as well. You were taught to shoot as soon as your enemy moved in order to obscure your ki with their focus in the moment. "So be it then, face the wrath of Ariadne Taurus."

As soon as the words left her mouth, she moved. It was incredibly sudden and even your mind's eye lost her for a moment, leaving you blinking at the dust kicked up where she should have been. You cursed as you heard the clash of weapons and you felt the surge of ki that indicated Dage's defence. You had missed your chance.

Your eyes turned to the devil. She had bounded forward with the spear outstretched, landing on one leg with her body leaned forward to deliver a killing blow. Dage had somehow managed to stop that with the flat of his Jian but despite his confident smirk, you could sense the shock in his ki. He had underestimated her.

He pushed the spear aside with his off-hand and his Jian began to glow as he swung it towards her. The devil kicked off from the ground, twisting her body in the air to push the speartip forward while still dodging the strike. He was forced to move aside to dodge it and his blade swung harmlessly by. A slash of ki extended from it to but she was gone. His Thousand-Li Strike would have cut her if she had simply retreated.

The devil landed on her off-hand and redirected her momentum to jump back to her feet. You could see why it would be hard to hit her. Her movements were too agile and hard to predict. She shifted so quickly that it was hard to keep track of what she would do. You couldn't have hit her if it wasn't for Dage distracting her. You simply observed the battle as the two fought, waiting for an opening.

While the devil was definitely better, both were beginning to get used to each other's attacks and it was settling into that portion of the fight where a single moment could decide the victor. She was able to attack from far enough with her spear that Dage couldn't strike her with his blade yet she was also too agile to be hit by his qi attacks. Worse was that you were certain she was beginning to understand the limits of even that range and was relying on foot techniques to dance outside it after each attack.

Dage himself had a strong defence that she couldn't bypass without overcommitting to the strike. If it came down to who could last the longest, the devil would have been the likeliest to win. Dage's major advantage was your own presence, if you could somehow make an opening.

It didn't need to be a killing blow at this point, you realised. Just a distraction would be enough to cause major damage among the fighters. With that in mind, you decided to use a normal ki-charged arrow rather than your alpha-strike. The speed you could muster would be far more useful in this situation.

But then the battlefield changed. A battlecry rang out as a third fighter joined the melee and for a moment, you were bewildered. Even as your hands kept working from long training, your mind raced. Did she also have someone hiding away? You'd checked for allies.

Then you got a good look at the attacker and you realised what you were missing. You had sensed him. You had just dismissed him because you didn't think a mortal would enter a duel between experts. You glanced at the other two fighters and though her face remained impassive, you felt the same horror you felt ripple across the spear-woman's qi.

It was the first time in the fight she had shown any emotion and you knew Dage had picked up on that too. You could feel the sense of victory that filled him in the moment his focus shifted to attack. Even as the mortal boy continued to run towards the duel unaware of the changes he had caused, Dage swung his sword to attack.

The golden devil moved to intercept, but you knew she'd be too slow. She had a moment to intercept but she'd wasted it in her shock. At this moment, she was slower than Dage's qi. They were the most vulnerable they had ever been in the duel, and you had only a second to make your decision.

Even as ki arced from Dage's Jian, you know what you needed to do. Three arrows fly from your bow one after another. The first is conductive silver. It strikes the wave of ki still leaving the sword and draws it into its path, grounding it harmlessly. The second arrow is tempered bronze to shatter the jian before it could cause another strike. The third arrow is cold iron meant to disrupt the flow of qi in a cultivator's body and to ensure the job is done.

But the third arrow doesn't hit. It catches on something in the air and shatters, it's qi discharging harmlessly with it's shards. Shock fills the battlefield as all of its occupants react to what happened. The village-boy finally stops his charge with the attack but the cultivators are already searching for you.

Dage's eyes find you first and for once you see no smile in that face. You can feel the rage quivering in his qi with a touch of fear and the rising promise of vengeance. Then a plume of smoke fills the street and you feel him vanish. An escape talisman?

Even as you process what happened, you feel the spearwoman take to the air as she rushes towards you. Your hands have already drawn the arrows you needed to hopefully disable her. But as you take aim, she spreads her hands like wings and stops her ascent. Then she pushes herself in a completely different direction and your arrows fly by harmlessly.

She soars over your head, her spear poised to strike as you bring your bow up to meet her. But you know that at this distance you'd be too late and you can only watch as she somehow activates a foot technique in mid-air and rushes towards you. The last thing you see is the butt of her spear moving towards your face.

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The first thing you noticed was the conspicuous lack of the Jade Bangles on your arms. From long practise, your mind reached for the connection between you and them. You sensed them just a distance away - possibly a few metres?

You opened your eyes and saw nothing. You could tell that wherever you were was bright, but you were blindfolded. While light made it to your eyes, you couldn't make out anything more. You tried to move but something stopped you from moving too much. You could move your head and adjust your body but your hands and legs were bound.

"I wouldn't do that if I was you," A female voice interrupted your thoughts. "I tried to be as gentle as possible with my threads, but they can still cut if you try to move with them."

Your mind then caught up to the events that had occurred and you realised you had been captured. A part of you noted that you had failed to kill Dage but the rest of you pushed that aside for the moment.

You instead focused on yourself and noted that you weren't injured save for a headache. The condition of your qi told you that you were out for a few hours. The air was still and warm, so were you in a closed room? All of your weapons were also gone. They were probably with your Bangles, in another room?

You sighed and adjusted yourself to a seating position. Your head turned to where it would have if you were looking at Golden Devil. Though she had made no sound, you could sense her aura even suppressed. You couldn't tell what she was thinking but that made sense when you could barely read her in battle.

Still, with time to focus and your eyes blinded, you could follow the flow of her qi and at least make out her general posture. She was on what you think was a chair across from you while based on touch and elevation, you were in a bed. She had something else in her hands but her spear was still close, leaning on her chair. Her qi flowed into it even if she wasn't touching it - a more primitive version of your own bond with your bangles.

"If you are looking for your equipment, don't worry about them," The woman said, continuing when you didn't answer. "They're safe and secure. If you answer my questions, I will return them to you at a later point."

You considered your situation. Getting tied up and ending up in this situation wasn't exactly ideal but with Dage already against you, did you have any reason to keep quiet? "What do you know?" You ask her. "I'll tell you what I can."

"It's good that you're cooperative," She replied and you heard the sound of ink on paper. She was writing this down? "Why were you and your comrade attacking the town?"

So she did realise you had been trying to kill her. You'd had a faint hope that you could convince her otherwise, but with you being in the ideal position to snipe her that was probably hoping for too much.

"We weren't targeting the town, we were targeting you," You corrected her. "There are three of us - me the archer, Dage the swordsmen and Snake the poisoner. Now here's the part that's the most important. They are planning a second attack right after dark. Snake can create a poison mist and now that they know they can, they will almost certainly target the villagers to draw you out."

The cultivator froze and you noted her growing surprise with a little satisfaction. "Why-" She paused for a moment and you heard a breath. Her qi became hard to read again as she calmed down. "Why would I be targeted?"

"I have no idea," You admitted. You tried to shrug but the threads binding you caught your motion, preventing you. "Only Dage knew who the boss was and we never really knew his reasons."

"And you are certain I was the target?"

"Yes," You answered. Could you get in a question? "Is that surprising?"

A pause. "There are several reasons I specifically might be a target," She finally admitted. "Some worse than others. Only this 'Dage' knew who hired you?"

You nod, glad that the thread at least doesn't restrict your neck. "Are you prepared for the attack? You'll need to evacuate the townspeople at least."

"That will be taken care of," She replied, her voice distracted alongside the sound of ink on paper. "Are you willing to give me any information about your allies?"

"Former allies," You corrected her. You weren't sure if he knew you were alive but Dage would kill you if he found you. You sighed.

"Yes, that man seemed furious." She noted. "Why did you attack him? A falling out between you two?"

"Something like that, yeah." You didn't quite feel like going into the whole villagers mess with a stranger from a Demonic Sect.

There was an expectant pause but when you didn't answer she continued."Tell me about your allies then?"

"You've fought Dage. He's a good swordsman but he thinks he's cleverer than he is. There isn't really anything else to say about him. Snake is the one to watch out for. He's only as strong as me but he's a poisoner with a bonded Salamander. Envenomed mist and potentially weapons." You hesitated for a moment because you weren't sure how to phrase it. "He tends to design venoms specifically to target his opponents. So while there is no need to tell me, you should keep any specific weaknesses he could target in mind."

There is another pause as she considers your question. "I don't actually have any weaknesses like that. At least, I don't think so."

"What about standard defences against poison?" You asked, taking a different track. Your warning was given and she would hopefully keep it in mind.

"I have a few ways to make sure I don't ingest the poison," She answered. You thought back to your own battles with him and winced.

"It's a mist," You tell her. "Did you account for skin exposure?"

Another pause. "No, I didn't." There was the sound of her writing again. "Do you have any other suggestions?"

"Nothing directly useful," You try to think back to your own tactical considerations in case you needed to fight them. "Snake prefers to hide in his mist. Dage might go either way. Oh. While Snake might have an antidote on him, Dage definitely will. Probably with extras."

"That's very useful, thank you." You heard the sound of her writing and you waited until she finished. This time it took a while and finally you broke the silence.

"I could help you," You told her hopefully. "If you untie me and give me my weapons, I can handle Snake myself."

The writing stopped and you waited until she replied. "I'm sorry but no," She finally answered. "You have been very helpful but you yourself admitted that you were a part of them. I couldn't trust you in battle."

You sighed. She sounded genuinely apologetic but that didn't help your situation. "I'll be targeted as well if they realise I'm alive," You inform her. "That way I could at least defend myself. Plus, you don't even know if you'll be even able to protect the villagers against two cultivators alone."

She sighed as well. "If you want me to consider working with you, I'll need to trust you. You'll need to at least tell me why you had a falling out."

You grimace. "Fine. It was because they were willing to attack villagers to get to you and I wasn't okay with that."

"So you moved to save the boy who jumped into the fight?" She asked, surprised.

"I'd decided to attack him from the start," You told her. "But the boy was one of the reasons I chose to attack then."

"Hmm." You weren't sure that she believed you but you had no idea what you could to convince her.

"Is he alright?" You finally asked her. He'd better be given the amount of trouble he put you in.

"He's fine," She replied. "Nothing worse than a bruised ego."

You blinked and then realised she probably couldn't see that. "Did you scold him?" You asked, smiling.

"Yes, and so did several of the villagers." You could hear the smile in her voice.

"I'm glad he's okay."

"I am too."

Ah. You hadn't meant to say that out loud. "Now will you let me help?" You asked her.

"Maybe," You heard her say and you held back a sigh. "I'll need more from you though. Have you seen the use of this snake's mist against mortals before?"

"We used it against the Blood Cannibal Sect," You replied, wondering where she was going with this. "We had no choice those times though."

"But you didn't protest then?" She pressed you. "You seem dedicated to this ideal but the kind of mist you speak of doesn't sound like one you can use in the middle of battle. It must have been something you planned."

Ah shit. "Yes, it was planned." You replied, frowning. "But it was necessary then and it isn't now."

There is a pause and she sighs. "It does sound like it was necessary then," She told you. "But I can't take the risk if you decided it would be necessary again."

"You are saying you can't trust me then." Your voice sounded resigned.

"I truly sympathise with your situation and I do believe you," She replies and you believe her from the way her qi quivers. That still doesn't help you much. "But I can't take the risk that you would hurt my charges. I have a responsibility to them."

"And what if you fail?" You ask her. "What happens if you die?"

"I have already sent for reinforcements," She answered. "I doubt they will arrive before the battle you claim will happen but they should secure both you and the villagers. I will leave them with a note personally vouching for you and detailing everything you said should the worse happen."

"And what if they defeat and move on to the villagers? I doubt any mortal evacuation will be fast enough to escape them."

"They will evacuate to here," She told you and you realised she meant the place you were currently in. "This village was once the home of a cultivator of our clan. He is gone now but he left this hiding place behind. They will never find you here unless they already know it's there."

You nod at that. It was well thought out, that much you could admit at least. "I suppose I have no choice but to wait here then."

"I am sorry about that," She replied. You sensed her get up but she didn't leave. Instead she just stood there for a moment. Then you sensed her hand reach towards your face and you forced yourself not to react to it as you felt her reach behind your head and free your blindfold.

The first thing you saw was locks of red hair devour your view as a woman with a strong face leaned close to you. As she pulled back, you got a look at the room itself. It was small and functional with walls of grey stone. There was a bed, a chair and a table. You were on the bed and right next to you stood the bronze devil.

"Are you letting me go?"

She shook her head. "At the very least, I think I can give you a bit more freedom." You watched curiously as she turned and left, grabbing her spear on the way out. Then she stopped once she was right outside the door. There was a room on the other side as well and you realised it was a corridor of rooms.

"What are you doing?" You ask her.

She stops there and turns back to you. Then she holds her fist towards you, her spear parallel to her hand and does a pulling motion with it. You feel your bindings loose and now that you know that they are there you can sense the subtle flow of qi that show the strings at her command.

You feel them spread and cling to the walls and door instead of you and you are sure now that you are trapped in the room rather than just the bed. "As long as you don't leave the room, you are free to do as you wish. My bindings may fail at some point if I die and if no one comes, you can leave." She frowned as she paused for a second. "What is your name?"

"Call me Arrow." You tell her, giving her the name you've gone by recently.

"I am Ariadne," She replied. "Best of luck to you, Arrow."

"You too, Ariadne."

She nods once and then leaves.

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As she leaves, you strain your senses to track her way out. She walks until she is near to your weapons and pauses for a moment likely checking on your things. Then she walks a bit more and ascends until she disappears.

That was an important piece of information. You were underground and either due to depth or arrays, your sense of qi was dampened. If this place could block you, it would do the same to Dage and Snake. Still, you didn't intend to stay here as a prisoner.

You get up from the bed and take a moment to stretch your body. Moving again felt good and you took a moment to enjoy that before deciding how to proceed. The first thing you do is try to extend your hand through the door. Instead, you are forced to retract it as a small cut appears on your finger.

Right, you wouldn't be just walking out then. You extended your hand to around just where you were cut and you closed your eyes. You took a breath to focus and let your qi flow out of your body. It pooled at your fingertips and extended outwards.

Ariadne's threads were hard to sense unless she was actively manipulating them. You were fairly sure that they were what let her move as she did and the way she defended against ranged attacks. That was what must have stopped your arrow when you shot Dage.

Now that you had a chance to let your qi flow through them, you began to understand more of it. You were experienced with a variety of materials and you knew right away that it was some form of metal. It wasn't anything you had encountered before. Incredibly flexible, highly conductive to qi and highly responsive to her will. Even after she had left, it responded to her wish to keep you inside the room.

You had studied qi infusion since before you could remember. This would have stopped anyone else but subverting an impromptu array like this was second nature. With your weapons near-by and a breachable prison, you were confident you could be out of here in an hour at most. Your only worry was that the wire might break without you having a chance to study it.

But it takes more than an hour.

Her will is woven through the threads frustratingly well. You haven't actually seen anything with this strong of a connection to a cultivator. Your own bond with your Jade Bangles were similar but you had a train a long time to create that connection. This was just some string that she left behind.

Still, the time spent on subverting it helped you think and plan your next move. Though you didn't see them, periodically you sensed a group of individuals entering the hiding place. It was probably the villagers being hidden away from the coming battle. You didn't sense Ariadne herself and that made you wonder what she was setting up.

If she could set up this array to keep you bound, you wouldn't be surprised if she could win with the time she had to prepare. Still, Snake was always the wild card. What kind of venom had he made? At the very least, you were reasonably confident that the villagers would be safe and her reinforcements would likely scare Dage and Snake off of you even if they escaped. So your plan would be simple. Escape, retrieve your weapons and then just leave. Easy. You'd be gone before anyone noticed.

Finally, you were able to take control of the array keeping you inside and you were able to force the strings to wrap themselves into a ball. With them concentrated, you could finally see the bronze color it gained in the light. It was interesting and incredibly flexible. You would still prefer your Jade, but it could be a worthy replacement in a pinch. You hide the thread in your clothes and make your way out.

The outside is the hallway as you thought and you can see a ladder going up on one end. That must be the way out, you think to yourself. You could sense people in the other rooms and a part of you wished to check on them but you didn't know where you were and how much time you had. The first priority was securing your weapons.

The room right next to yours was exactly the same as yours had been. Your weapons lay on the table there and first you extended your senses to make sure that the room wasn't trapped. After you were sure that it wasn't, you cautiously entered.

The first thing you did was re-attach your Jade Bangles and transform it into a bow. It was relaxing to finally have it on you. You couldn't remember the last time you were separated from it. Then you added your Everlasting Quiver to your hip making sure that the arrows you had stored within it was present. Then you hid your dagger back into your clothes. You weren't very skilled with it, but it was a last resort. Finally, you turned your attention to the exit and started climbing your way back to the surface.

At the end of the ladder was a steel door with a locking mechanism. You took a deep breath and then cautiously opened it. There wasn't even a hint of poison mist. Good. You think you were still in the village, just in a hut though you didn't know which part.

You cautiously drew out an arrow and waved it through the air as you walked out. There - you felt the resistance of one of the threads you were now becoming familiar with. She would have set up a trap near the entrance just in case.

You stepped into the hut proper while carefully avoiding any wires. Once you were finally out you closed the door behind you and you watched it blend into the floor. That was interesting. Finally you closed your eyes and surveyed the situation.

There it was. The tell-tale clash of qi that indicated a battle. You could sense the diffuse waves of poison and the flashes of qi that indicated melee techniques in use. You had taken too long and the battle had already begun.

You needed to get out of here. You drew an arrow of silver and extended it to one of the threads surrounding you. You had a better idea of how they worked and with silver to aid in drawing out their qi, manipulating them would be far easier.

As your own will extended through the metal, you encountered something you hadn't expected. The threads were as you had expected them but they had an additional source of qi that you hadn't expected. A chill went down your spine as you realised what had happened.

This was Snake's countermeasure. He had somehow managed to create a venom that infected the threads themselves and had turned them into a vector of infection. The only reason you weren't affected as well was because you remembered the threads were there and used your arrows to interact with them.

You gulped and extended your qi through the threads, carefully working around the poisonous qi infused into it. Your will extended and-

- Retreat, draw him into a trap. Let the threads do the work to limit the spread of poison. He has the antidote - just kill him and -

You were pushed out and then rather than a torrent of thoughts and images, you were greeted by a clear but distracted voice. Who? You- How did you do that? It doesn't matter. Have you escaped?

You blink for a second, processing everything that just happened. Your technique somehow interacted with her own? What just happened? But she was right, it didn't matter. I have. Do you need help? You were sure you would handle Snake if he wasn't expecting you.

Yes please. She replied. Anything would be appreciated.

I'll take out the poisoner. Can you let me pass a roof within sight of your battle?

Done.


The threads around you shifted and you felt them be cut off from her will. As they began to loosen, you took the opportunity to twist them into coils for later use. They were poisoned so it wasn't ideal, but even that has its own use.

Then you walked out cautiously, avoiding any remaining threads and found that they were guiding you to the roof of the house you were in. They were that close? You could work with that.

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The town was empty of qi signatures this time and night had fallen. The darkness provided you with good cover to observe the situation before you decided what to do. The mist was heavy and covering the ground but that left the roofs you preferred free besides the rare poisoned string.

Do I want to run? You thought to yourself. That was the original plan but being caught up in the battle, it would be better to finish them off. You could always leave after the battle. You didn't think she'd be in any shape to stop you.

With that decided, you surveyed the situation. The mist worked to obscure your vision just as you in turn took cover in the darkness. Unfortunately for Snake, that wasn't an obstacle for you. Perhaps if he had prepared for you, he might have adjusted his mist better but as it was the inside of the mist was no different to your Mind's Eye than the outside.

You focused and you could sense Snake at the centre of the mist. You could sense Dage and Aridne clashing as well. It was clear that Ariadne was hampered by the poisons while Dage with his antidote could face her with impunity. The battle was definitely going in his favor. Snake was busy maintaining the mist but you knew that in a pinch he could be used to create a finishing blow. That was his back-up plan and it was your job to remove that advantage.

As you breathed in and focused your mind, you held a piece of your Jade Bangle and pulled. As you did, it transformed and extended into a full bow with you holding the string. You held the three arrows between your knuckles and attached one of them to the bow. You took a breath.

Release.

Three arrows flew towards your target, then you finished your breath and then your hand was filled once more. You had been hoping that he wouldn't sense your attack but you doubted you would have that luxury. So you made do with the rate of fire.

As expected, he sensed them and dodged them on instinct. But your Everlasting Quiver ensured that you had a vast supply of arrows. With the element of surprise gone, it would only take him just a little bit of breathing room to identify your direction and know where you were.

You had to defeat him in an instant while he was still moving. You closed your eyes, so as to focus your mind's eye upon him. You felt his movements as he dodged your first arrow and then the others and then more.

You had fought with him before. You knew how he moved and you could see his trajectory based on how he chose to dodge your attacks. You knew far better than he did in that moment where your arrows would land and based on his reaction you could predict where he would be most vulnerable.

There it was. Your hands didn't grasp for an arrow. Instead you drew upon the second bangle on your shooting arm and shaped it into what you needed.

You had studied many materials and what use they would have in battle. Silver was one of your favorites. It was more of a tool rather than a weapon. Cold Iron was also quite dangerous. It was useful against any warrior in Qi Condensation though its ability to disrupt qi became less useful once you gained the protection of a Dao.

But above them all your family prized Imperial Jade. It wasn't a conductor like silver nor a disrupter like iron. The Immortal Killer was hungry for qi and even a single touch caused it to drain chunks out of a cultivator's soul. You had worn your bangles since before you could walk. They were a part of you as much as your own hands. The very source of your technique came from the pain-staking effort required to work with a material that might kill you if you were to falter.

In times of need, you could use the Jade and qi it had drained from you to create a Jade Arrow that could hit with a force far greater than you were capable of alone. It could be replaced, but not any time soon. So when you decided to use a jade arrow, it had to be when you felt it was worth it. As you released the immortal-slaying arrow infused with your qi, you decided that it was. This wasn't a bad place to use it.

As you expected, the arrow was powerful. It's very release ensured that everyone in the battlefield would feel it. You were trained to see through it and you could sense both Snake and Dage turning to react to it. If either of them were hit, they would almost certainly be dead.

It was just the opening Ariadne needed. Even as you felt her prepare for a finishing strike, you felt a flash of power from Snake and you sensed his Salamander jump to the air. A life-saving treasure? You didn't know he had one, but it was no matter. You still had two more arrows in your hand.

The arc of the jade arrow was clear in your mind as you shot the first of your three arrows. It was iron, the disruptor and it hit not your enemy but the jade arrow itself. The Jade Arrow shattered as it's integrity was compromised. Hundreds of shards of Jade filled the battlefield and the qi contained in them spread as well. It was a technique meant to divide the power and strike multiple opponents.

As the power was spread among many tiny pieces of jade, the Salamander found itself stuck in it's previous arc. Then you drew your final arrow. Silver to give the qi a new path. Your third arrow flew between those shards, drawing them together into a second strike. Even as you sensed Ariadne deliver her finishing strike, you delivered yours.

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Somehow despite being poisoned and outnumbered, Ariadne still had the presence of mind to capture Dage alive. He was bound in her threads as she took shelter from the slowly fading mist at what you considered your rooftop. You noted that she hadn't mentioned your escape or tried to recapture you. You realised you didn't feel the need to get away either.

"You are quite a bit more powerful than you seem," Ariadne complemented you as she drank an antidote and passed you one as well. "I think you might have managed to kill me if you had truly decided to."

You glanced at the antidote for a moment before swallowing it. Better safe than sorry. "It was a one time thing. I probably won't be able to do that again for a while." If ever. Imperial Jade wasn't the most common material to find.

"Thank you for that then." She replied and for a moment you both looked at the sky. "What are you planning to do next?"

"I don't know," You told her. "I'll probably just keep wandering."

"I'll vouch for you with my clan if you want to stay in the area. Just don't attack any of our villages."

You shrug. "I won't. I only did that to survive. I don't think I want to do something like that anymore."

"We hire auxiliaries at our clan - people who aren't of our clan but still work with us," She told you. "You would be welcome here for as long as you wish."

"Maybe," That did sound appealing. Not having to go from job to job and having a place to rest. "Ariadne. That's what you said your name was, right?"

"Ariadne Taurus," She replied. "That last one is my family name."
"My name isn't really Arrow," You told her. "That's just a name I went by with that particular group."

"Then what is your real name then?" You thought back to your clan. It had been so long since you had used your real name. It felt like a lifetime ago.

You look up at the rising sun as you recall it. It felt like you hadn't used it in ages. "My mother named me Mingmei," You tell her. "There is more of course. My clan was very particular about their lineage but that doesn't seem to matter anymore."

"Hello, Mingmei." She told you and you looked at her. She was smiling. "It is nice to finally meet you."

You sigh. "It doesn't seem mine anymore. It's the name of someone from another life."

"How about a new name then?" You looked at her and she shrugged. "We chose our names in my family. I named myself after our greatest ancestor."

"I wouldn't know where to start."

"Think of something that you like. It can be anything. You can then pick a name that reminds you of that."

You glanced at the sky and noticed the sun peeking out. The way its rays broke the night was beautiful. "What about something to do with the sun?"

She followed your gaze and took a moment to think. "What about Eleanora? It means sun rays in the language of my people."

"Eleanora." You said out loud, trying it out. You didn't like it. "I guess that's as good as any other."

"Then welcome to the Optimatoi, Eleanora." Ariadne added. "We're glad to have you."

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Antonius Emmanuel Eleanora 3 - Emmanuel 1
I've been waiting on the rolls to write Antonius directly and I've been writing up a story on his father in the meantime. It's actually getting comparable in size to my previous omake, but I'm having some trouble with the last bits. So decided to post it in parts. This one is a fight scene and set up for future parts. @occipitallobe actually do I need to tag you to every omake?

Emmanuel 1
An AEE Omake

Some trees grow alone
Some seek to grow together
Yet all seek the sun

If you had to choose a place to make your last stand, perhaps this would be it.

The colosseum was a place built for battle and now after a millennium of use, the echoes of its purpose are now infused into its very being. Many of those who stand beside you know it well from long hours of training.

Yet your enemy has seemingly studied it as well. Even as you had moved to secure its arena and the rich battle qi that suffused it, they had instead hidden in the galleries where spectators would come to watch. You scanned for their qi but the echoes of the crowds were enough to obscure them.

"Phalanx Formation!" The voice of your Centurion cut through your thoughts and you focused on the battle. The sound of drums filled the air as your drummer built a rhythm for you to follow. From a habit formed of training, you began to breathe in time with the rhythm and you heard thirty-two breaths blend into one.

You held up your shield to protect you from above. In front of you, your shield-sister planted her shield to the ground to protect you from attacks in the front. All around you, your brothers and sisters shifted into a protective wall. You pushed your spear through the gaps as the rhythm seeped into your heartbeats and your blood flowed with the Blood of Bronze.

Then you waited, your senses strained but with your focus on bracing your body. Those with sensory arts were protected in the center and it would be their duty to find the enemy. Sweat dripped down your neck as time passed and you waited for someone to make a move. Then you felt the spark of panic that filled you when you sensed a killing blow.

A single devastating arrow flew towards you and you felt your shield-sister brace. She would be the target. You held strong, ready to help her weather the impact. It struck with incredible force as she intercepted it with her shield and you could feel the impact travel through her to you. The formation shuddered as the arrow struck. The blow might have killed her if she were alone but you fought together and with you bracing her, the strike was pushed aside.

You sensed the path of a spear in the air, thrown when you were bracing but though it struck where the enemy should have been only stone was broken on impact. The enemy had repositioned and the battle had only just begun.

It was an exchange of arrows and spears. The enemy's intent felt as if it were one individual, but the attacks came from every direction. Was it many similar individuals hidden away or a single enemy capable of rapidly and covertly shifting their position? Arrows fell from all directions, arcing to hit from the sky while simultaneously hitting hard and fast at the one you should have been bracing.

Your defence was prodded and tested as you weathered their blows but your sensors were learning from them in turn as every spear came ever closer. Then an arrow struck your shield-sister and you felt her slip. The ring of metal filled the air and her shield was punctured as she faltered.

You could sense that she wasn't wounded but her manner told you her hand was impaired from the impact. She was in no shape to defend. With no other choice, you pulled her in and pulsed your qi. As you moved forward to take her place, you felt an attacker come forward as the center responded to your message. She took his place as though she couldn't defend, she could aid in the attack.

In that moment of exchange where there was nobody behind you, an arrow struck your shield with incredible force. You planted your feet to the ground, and pushed back against the attack. Just as you might have failed, you felt a body at your back steadying you. Then with an effort of will, you pushed the arrow back and it deflected off to the side.

The enemy redoubled their efforts now that they had tasted weakness. Attacks came forth in an endless volley. Some stronger, some faster but slowly and surely they chipped at your defence. But even as this game of battle dragged on, you knew that those at the centre did their duty. Even as their brothers and sisters were wounded, their eyes were focused on the enemy. You just needed a single sign…

Then the signal came with a shift in the drumbeat.

A spear flew from the centre and a spike of alarm from the stands showed that you had found your target. Before they could even fire, your allies had struck. But your joy was short-lived as an arrow intercepted the spear and shattered it in the air. A second spear trailed behind the first only to be stopped by another arrow. The third was shattered as well but each came closer to the enemy's position.

Even you could feel your enemy as their discipline faltered in the face of the attack but then their qi disappeared and every spear after that merely shattered stone. The enemy had managed to move to another position.

An arrow struck the man next to you and the battle continued. The exchange, while not as successful as you wished, had revealed the enemy's weaknesses. Though the enemy tried to hide it and the opening was slight, the exchange proved that the enemy could only fire three arrows at a time. With a chance to sense them properly, you could also know that there was only one enemy. The sensors would have gleaned much more.

As the next arrow struck you, you realised the blow was lighter than before. As soon as you thought that, one of your allies was struck as well. This time, the enemy was choosing speed over strength as your attackers continued to hound her. Though the attacks were faster and targeting any weaknesses, they were also lighter and easier to weather.

The enemy was on the run and you just needed to keep defending as others watched and waited. The enemy was strong. It was as if you faced more than merely a single enemy but despite that, the enemy was only human and soon they were detected once more.

This time, they were allowed to shoot. The first arrow struck your shield and you weathered it to deprive them of a weapon. A spear was thrown simultaneously and it met its destruction in the air. Other spears followed but no third arrow flew to intercept. As the sound of shattering stone filled the air, you knew that the enemy had anticipated you and already moved on.

Then another spear flew in a completely different direction. You felt the spike of qi that indicated surprise and an arrow struck the spear to shatter it. You felt a smile creep into your face as you realised that the enemy had fled to their next vantage point and found attacks already arrayed against them.

Though they seemed to have arrows ready, the spears were already too close. For a moment, their composure shattered and their actions were open for all to sense. One arrow flew to meet a spear. One spear was batted aside with a hand. The third and those that came after met no resistance.

Or at least they wouldn't have if they weren't batted aside by many invisible strings as the mock battle ended.

"Halt!" Your centurion commanded, his voice cutting through the battle fugue and you felt the attackers freeze mid-swing. All of your shield-siblings paused in their activities and then the centurion gave his next command. "At ease, squadron!"

With permission given, you took a deep breath and stepped out of the formation. Then you dropped both your shield and spear to shake your hands off. They felt like lead and sweat coated your body. You took a faltering breath and began cycling qi throughout your system.

Your mind began to clear from the effects of the battle as the aura of the colosseum was flushed from you. It was strong but made even a practise bout seem like a battle of life and death. You recovered quickly and as you looked around at your squadron, you noticed your legate with two women walking towards you from the spectator's galleries.

Legate Alcaeus was as always the first to draw the eye. He was easily recognizable with his large size and his long hair and beard turned green with age. He was wearing high-quality armor forged in the likeness of your legion standard and though it was barely leaving his skin, the aura of a Core Formation Elder burned in his body.

The woman to his right had the aura of a Foundation Establishment cultivator of the first pillar. She had the standard legion-issue armor and signature bronzed hair of your sect but she wore the design of a legion other than your own. Still, the horned spear she was turning in her right hand was easily recognizable. Though you couldn't see them, you realised she must be pulling back the strings that stopped your attacks.

The woman to his left was of the same realm as you and her aura revealed her to be your opponent. Still, she was unfamiliar to you and her strange black hair marked her as clearly not of your sect. Still, she wore your colors with a simple dress of seemingly woven bronze over leggings that were standard legion issue. A quiver at her side confirmed that she was an archer though a bow wasn't immediately obvious.

The first woman was Ariadne Taurus, the mistress of the labyrinthine thread and golden child of the Taurus Family. You knew her from rumours and from previous times she had worked with your legion. They stopped in front of your squadron and she waited, eyes going over you all critically as your squadron recovered, many taking the chance to breathe or just stretch their limbs.

"Attention!" Alcaeus commanded and you quickly placed your shield at your back and picked up your spear to join your shield-siblings. Together, you arranged yourself in a square and turned to face him. The expert also straightened at the command though she didn't have the sharpness that came with military training.

An auxiliary perhaps? Or someone who married into the sect. Her aura was hard to read and she was seemingly unaffected by the exertion of the battle."Squadron, first thank your Senior Sister Ariadne and her Auxiliary Eleanora for taking the time to assist you in your training." He continued, answering some of your thoughts.

"Thank you for your assistance." You said, your voice joined by the others. Ariadne simply smiled in response and the auxiliary nodded, her eyes looking over your squadron.

Alcaeus nodded in approval. "At ease, squadron." He commanded and then turned to the others next to him. "What did you think, Ariadne?" You all took the moment to relax as the lady considered her answer.

"Eleanora is at the seventh heavenstage and I'd personally vouch for her skill," She began, nodding at the auxiliary. Then she looked at each of you in turn as she continued. "So though she was as unprepared as you were, you did a good job in taking her down. Your formation balanced attack and defence quite well while preserving your strength."

"Thank you, Senior Sister." You answered her and she nodded in acceptance. You found your eye wandering to the auxiliary. You had just reached the fifth heavenstage and many of your allies were at similar levels. Her skill was impressive.

"However." She continued, drawing your eye. "I noticed that you could have ended the battle sooner if you had used the clan's formations during the battle. That should be integrated into your technique." She glanced at your legate who nodded encouragingly. "Besides that I think it was well done. This form of combat is something you should continue to pursue."

Alcaeus nodded at her and then turned to all of you. "Good work today! Tomorrow, we will go over your faults and how to improve them. Until then, think on how else you might improve it." He then turns to you specifically and you straighten. "Emmanuel, remain here. Others are dismissed."

You look at him warily wondering why he singled you out and you note that the ladies regarded you curiously as well. So they didn't know why you were called out either? Your legate smiled at you and you relaxed. It was a personal matter then.

"What did you need, legate?" You ask him, smiling back lightly. He held a hand up and you waited as he turned to Ariadne.

"Do you remember Ambrosius, Ariadne?" He asks, and you follow his gaze curiously. You were unsure why your father was mentioned in this context.

Ariadne gave him a puzzled look then took a moment to study you. Then her eyes widened in recognition. "Ah you are his son, aren't you?"

"Yes," You answered cautiously. "I am called Emmanuel Ambrosius."

"Your father worked heavily with my clan's smiths," She explained and then she hesitated. "And he also helped me out in the last trial." You nod in understanding. Your father hadn't made it out. Alcaeus nodded solemnly at you and the auxiliary looked at you with a frown.

"He has been cultivating based on his father's notes and most of the body cultivation was achievable with the aid of my legion," Your legate explained. You nodded along as you realised where this was going. "However, the next stage of his cultivation requires bronze smithing techniques that his father learnt from your family. I was hoping you could help him with that?"

You glanced at Ariadne. While you had requested his aid, you hadn't expected this. You bowed at her. "Senior Sister, I would be glad of any pointers you can give me."

"Call me Ariadne please," She replies, smiling wistfully. "You are currently in Meridian Opening, yes?"

You nod in response and she smiled. "What do you think?" Alcaeus asked her. She thinks for a moment and then nods.

"Give me some time to talk to my clan and see what I arrange." She said, looking you over. You nodded gratefully. "Once something is ready, I will arrange for us to meet. Would that work for you?"

You bowed to her. "Thank you for your assistance, Se- Ariadne."

She accepts it with a light smile. "It was no trouble, Emmanuel. Good luck in your cultivation."

Alcaeus waited until you were done and then inclined his head in the direction of the rest of the squadron. "Join the rest." He said. "I will see you in the gymnasium."

You bow at them one final time and then walk back to your shield-siblings. If it all worked out, it could be incredibly helpful for your cultivation.
 
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Antonius Emmanuel Eleanora 4 - Emmanuel 2
I'm having trouble with the next part so that might take a while. This whole set of omake was me trying something new. Hopefully it works out. @occipitallobe EDIT: Actually should I edit this into the original post?

Emmanuel 2
An AEE Omake

Cobbled together
From your will and ambition
Is his legacy

The next time you heard from Ariadne was during a mission into the Shimmering Soup Sect's area. You received an invitation to dinner to an establishment called The Imperial Soup in the middle of Mogui City. It wasn't the type of place that you were familiar with. Generally, you ate food prepared by the nutritionists of your legion or on special occasions went to the thermopylae run by more specialized legions along with your shield-siblings.

That was incredibly different from this. It reminded you of the few times you had been invited by your centurion or anyone else from an older family. Rich food, private rooms and other amenities that would be available to guests from a host.

While thermopylae certainly had kitchenhands working as auxiliaries, the food there was generally prepared fast, delicious and energetic. The Imperial Soup seemed like it followed a different approach. They offered soup personalized to the eater and their cultivation similar to your nutritionists, but it seemed like a much more involved affair.

It was with some apprehension that you arrived there. It was a large building with its name written in stylized letters at the top of the building. A tower jutted from it's roof, part of some array that allowed the establishment to work. It made it seem much larger than the buildings around it.

The entrance was a large hall filled with many people, most from your realm but many also in foundation establishment. The atmosphere was rich with qi of a deliberately neutral nature. You tried to appear confident as you approached the staff. A mention of Lady Taurus had the man lead you down one of several hallways lined with private rooms until you arrived at the one you needed to be in. Ariadne and Eleanora were seated on a table talking to a man in a white uniform similar to other staff you had seen outside.

"Emmanuel, come in." Ariadne called, smiling as you entered. She was wearing an evening gown without any visible weapons, though you did wonder if a thread user would ever be unarmed. She waved you over and you noticed two extended seats on both sides of the table with both the ladies seated on each. "Have a seat and feel free to order anything from our server."

You paused as you looked at both of them and decided not to sit next to Ariadne. As a cultivator of the Taurus clan and personally powerful at the first pillar, it probably wasn't appropriate to squeeze in next to her. You glanced at Eleanora, who smiled probably guessing your thoughts and moved to make space for you.

"Thank you," You said as you took a seat. Eleanora was dressed the same as she had in training minus her quiver. Curiously, she seemed to have added a pair of jade bangles to her clothes though it was possible you didn't see them before.

You looked to the server as you settled in. He smiled at you with a pen and a piece of paper in his hand. "As it is your first time here, please allow me to guide you."

You nodded in acknowledgement and noted that no one had ordered yet. You turned back to him curiously. "What would you suggest?"

"Hmmm." The man takes a moment to think. "Can I ask you about your cultivation first? In case we need to account for anything."

You nod. "I'm a body cultivator who focuses on enhancing and manipulating the bronze in my body. Anything standard should be fine, I think."

"In that case, how about the meridian-cleansing soup paired with the demon-flushing spice?" He offered."It is a standard blend that aids the meridian opening process and encourages an open mindset for thinking."

"That sounds alright," You told him, glancing towards the others for their opinion.

"That sounds fine, Emmanuel. Mine is also a standard blend," Lady Ariadne said, answering your unspoken question. "I'm having the soul-reinforcing heartsoup and the dao-tempering hellspice."

You frowned, unsure what that did. "The Heartsoup simply reinforces your dao-heart," The server explains. "But the hellspice draws out your doubts. Together, they allow you to confront faults in your logic in order to think them through. It is popular among those in Foundation Establishment."

"That makes sense," You nod in understanding and then you glance at Eleanora curiously.

"I'm having distilled soul-severing venom." She said, an eyebrow raised. You glance at the server for an explanation but Eleanora answers first. "It's not really for cultivation. I'm mostly trying it recreationally."

"As the lady said, it's not something we've found a use for at the qi condensation level." The server explained. You nod in understanding. He takes the moment to note down your order and then hides both the note and the pen with a flourish. "Your order will be here as soon as possible."

He bows to each of you and leaves, closing the door behind him. Ariadne turns to you. "So while we are waiting on our order, why don't we start with your business? I'll be cultivating once we begin eating so we won't be able to later. "

"Right," You nod at that and then glance at Eleanora. "Should I give a breakdown of my family art?"

Lady Ariadne smiles encouragingly. "If I remember correctly, your father broke into the foundation establishment while chasing perfection of the blood of bronze. Have you made any personal changes to it?"

"I followed broadly as well as I understood it." You answered. "The art is known as the Body Sculpting Bronze Smith," You glanced at Eleanora who was listening attentively. "My father seems to be quite proud of the Blood of Bronze and was focused on increasing it. After studying under several smiths, he managed to combine it with my legion's body cultivation to create an art that concentrates and reinforces the bronze in our body."

Eleanora nods at that. "How did that affect the standard strengths and weaknesses of your bloodline?" She questioned you. You frowned at that but decided to answer.

"It amplifies both," You replied. "I'm stronger, tougher and recover even faster but my speed and reflexes are proportionally more slowed."

"And the next step was the application of the Taurus Alloying process?" You regarded her with some surprise. That was the next step but you were surprised by how she knew that. You looked at Ariadne for an explanation.

"Our arts showed some interesting effects when used together," Lady Ariadne explained. "In return for letting us explore that further, we agreed to teach her some of our secrets related to Living Bronze."

"It's the step I am currently on." You explain, looking over Eleanora with fresh eyes. With her bronze-sewn dress, you wondered if she was as unarmed as she seemed. "My father wrote that he performed it alongside meridian opening so that the process didn't accidently damage his internal qi flow."

"That would let you manipulate where in your body the bronze was concentrated." She said, thinking out loud. "Perhaps your father thought that things like concentrating it away from joints might limit the reduction in speed. Did it work?"

You shake your head. "Honestly, that was why I reached out. For whatever reason, the whole process somehow ended up weakening the effect he already had. While the increased metal concentration remained, it brought the improvements and weaknesses closer in line to other members of the clan. The only major benefits he kept was an increased mass."

"I see," She mused, looking at you thoughtfully. She glanced at Ariadne. "Did anyone from your clan have the same issues?"

She shakes her head. "We only practise our arts to create our threads and any alloying is done outside the body, so it isn't really an issue. How would you solve that issue, Eleanora?"

Eleanora shrugs. "I wouldn't know where to begin," She replies, her forehead creased. Then she turns to you. "Unless… even though the metal balances out, it's still present in high concentrations in your body right?"

You nod, wondering where she was going with this. "Yes, many of my fighting techniques take advantage of the increased mass."

She closes her eyes to think. "Then… if you could infuse the metal in your body with qi finely enough," She looked at you thoughtfully. "You should be able to amplify the effect of the bronze as long as you are channeling qi. I doubt it'll be useful to most of your sect, but it would be well worth the qi expended with your bronze concentration."

"You work with materials as well?" You ask her curiously. Obviously, she worked with bronze but as an outsider, it was unlikely she was specialised in that.

She nods. "My Jade Archer's Peerless Eye teaches the infusion of qi into materials at a very fine level to draw out their innate qualities. With your bronze, I can even selectively draw out the effects of tin and copper if I need to."

If you could add that to your clan arts... You glanced at Lady Ariadne who inclined her head in acknowledgement of your thoughts. Was that why Eleanora was here?

You turn back to Eleanora who's looking at you with an eyebrow raised. "Would you be available for a collaboration?" You asked her hopefully. "My father did a lot of research into smithing and the interaction of metal within the body. I would be willing to let you look at his notes in exchange for your own knowledge."

Eleanora nodded and glanced at Ariadne. "I can vouch for the value of those notes," She said, answering the unspoken question. "And I would hardly have brought you here if I didn't think the son wasn't trustworthy."

She nodded and turned to you. "I'd be lying if I said that wasn't on my mind when I came here tonight," She said, then paused. "Still, I'd rather not jump into an agreement so soon. How about we perform a few preliminary tests first?"

"I can make time on the coming rest-day," You offered, mind going over the logistics. You might need to skip the gymnasium.

Eleanora nods. "That sounds good."

"Well, this dinner was very productive wasn't it?" Lady Ariadne said, smiling and looking between you two. Then she settles on you. "Do you have any other questions for your Elder Sister before our soup arrives?"

You consider that for a moment. You didn't know if you'd have the chance to talk to her later and there was one question that you think you had to ask. "Well, this is something I've spoken to others about," You begin and at her nod you continue. "My shield-siblings and many others are seeking martial dao. Power, protection, battle and the like. I find that I'm not drawn to that but with the coming of the trials, I find myself wondering if I can afford not to take that path."

"What path are you drawn to then?" Eleanora asks curiously.

You shrug. "Honestly? I don't know at this point." You look at the table to settle your thoughts and then look up at Lady Ariadne. "At this point, it's hard to put a term to what I want to do. Perhaps I will seek physical perfection for its own sake? But combat doesn't call to me. I understand the need for it but the thought of dedicating my life to it simply seems… suffocating."

Ariadne looked at you thoughtfully."Are you aware of the history of my Great Ancestor?"

"Ariadne's Labyrinth," You said, nodding. It was a story you had heard growing up. "During a battle against another sect, a Nascent Soul level man-bull was released while our own equivalent warrior was occupied. Ariadne led a group of fellow creators to construct a world-maze in the middle of battle that trapped the beast until her father Minos could get free to kill it."

"It was one of the stories that inspired me to take her name. It was her purest moment of creation and it fueled her own cultivation for decades to come." Lady Ariadne smiles wistfully. "Her Dao was Creation yet her greatest creation was done in battle."

You frown. "So you are saying I should learn to apply whatever I pursue in battle anyway?"

"It's an avenue you can explore," She said instead, shaking her head. "My family is drawn to Creation but the weaving we practise primarily concerns the creations of battle. This is an issue many cultivators of our sect face and I can't give you the answer, only my answer. As they say 'To walk the steps of immortality, you must carve your own path'. I can only help you along the way."

You nod in understanding. You would need to think about that. "Can I add my thoughts on this?" Eleanora asks. "I think every cultivator faces this one way or another. In my opinion, you need to follow your heart. If your dao isn't truly your own, then regardless of the difficulties you face you would fail anyway."

You nod at that, considering both replies. "Thank you. Both of your experiences are sure to prove helpful."

Lady Ariadne waves you off. "It's no problem." She tells you.

"Well, I'm glad I could help." Eleanora adds, smiling.
For a moment there is silence as you consider anything else to ask. Then a voice interrupts you.

"I have your order." You turn to see a server stick his head into the room. He was carrying a platter of soup.

"Not at all, please." Lady Ariadne said, waving him over. He comes in, placing several bowls of soup in front of each of you.

"One Meridian-cleansing soup paired with the demon-flushing spice," He said, as he placed your order in front of you. You glanced at the other orders. Both of them radiated qi and for a lack of a better word felt incredibly spicy. Yours was a milky white soup that felt sweet.

"Thank you," You tell him and he nods before leaving.

You look at the soup for a moment and then back up at the ladies. "How should we begin?" You ask them.

"You just drink it and cultivate." Ariadne replied, mixing her soup. "Though I can get you another room if you need to do that. I'll be here till the morning and you wouldn't be able to cultivate next to me. Just don't disturb me and feel free to leave if you are done."

You glance at Eleanora who shrugged. "I'll be leaving once my soup is done. Usually you just book private rooms but Ariadne prefers company before she starts."

You nod. "Then can I trouble you for a private room?" You ask her and she nods. She calls for one of the servers and you are escorted to the room on the other side of the hall.
 
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Antonius Emmanuel Eleanora 5 - Emmanuel 3
I usually give a once over to what I write, but I'm too tired to do that for this one. Still, it was fun to write so hopefully it'll be fun to read as well. @Kaboomatic it's your turn to be tagged. :V

Emmanuel 3
An AEE Omake

To the gods above
Both mortal and immortal
Are equally small

The soup was sweet and refreshing.

The first feeling you had was like drinking cool water on a hot day. It was as if impurities steamed out like heat left your body and you could feel the featureless qi of the environment be drawn into you, easily being colored by your own aura.

The next effect was the sweetness. It didn't spread across your body. It crawled into the back of your mind and took the place of all the emotions you didn't need. It removed your doubts and left you oddly confident.

You didn't know how much time had passed but once you came out of your meditation, you estimated that the soup had given you over a day of progress in what you think was a couple of hours. It wasn't revolutionary but you could see how richer cultivators could maintain rapid progress with their resources.

You considered what to do next. You could just leave but maybe it would be a good idea to check on Ariadne and Eleanora first? At the very least you should thank them for all the help.

With that thought, you left your room taking a moment to glance across the hall. It was empty now and there was no one in sight. Then you went up to the room where Ariadne had been and knocked. There was no response. Maybe you should have left it at that but part of you was curious. You glanced around once more and when no one came, you lightly pushed open the door to look inside.

The first thing you felt was the aura. It filled the room and though it had no visual effect, it seemed to tint the room in an oppressive shade. Lady Ariadne was seated with her eyes closed and with her hands on her lap. Her face was empty of emotion but her eyes moved constantly under her eyelids as if she fought an invisible battle. For a second, you thought her lips twitched to say something but then nothing happened.

You slowly closed the door. "That's very rude, you know."You froze at the voice and then turned to see Eleanora leaning against the wall and watching you. She had an eyebrow raised but she seemed more amused than offended. "You shouldn't look into someone's room when they are cultivating."

You nodded sheepishly. "Sorry, I didn't realise that." You told her. "I'll be more careful from now on."

"Don't worry about it," She replied, smiling. "Honestly, I did the same thing the first time I was here."

"Were you here with Ariadne?" You asked her, tilting your head curiously.

"Yeah, some time after we first met." She replied, glancing at Araidne's door. "That was the first actual social outing we did together."

You consider that sentence. "Okay, I have to know," You said, and she looks back at you."How did you two meet?"

"Looong story," She replied, grinning. "But in short: we fought together and I saved her life."

"Huh, I can see why you'd be close." You glance at Ariadne's door for a moment and then back at her. "Were you using a private room as well?"

"Kinda," She thinks for a moment. "I wasn't cultivating but there is a room I like to eat in."

"What room is that?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

She shrugged. "It's not part of the usual rooms and the owner only lets me use it because I did him a favor or two. I'm blanking on how to explain it though."

"Show me?" You asked her and she pauses to think.

"Sure," She pushed off the wall and pointed down the hall. "Come on."

"Where are we going?" You asked her as she began walking and you find yourself trailing behind her.

"It'll be much easier to show you if you are coming anyway," She answered and you realise you've reached the entrance hall. It was much emptier now but there were still staff present. There, he holds a hand up for you to wait and goes and talks to one of the staff.

You wait patiently at a distance and watch her point to you mid-conversation. Finally, the staff member nods and she comes back to you. "What happened?" You asked her.

"Just wanted to let them know." She replied. "Come on." She didn't go inside the building, but outside and you followed her curiously.

Finally, you stood at the gate looking up at the sign that said "The Imperial Soup". "I don't see what..." She grinned and pointed higher.

You looked up and followed the tower you had seen earlier. It rose higher than the surrounding buildings then suddenly narrowed into a chimney with smoke flowing out. Near the very end, before the narrowing began there seemed to be a room that you could see only if you squinted.

Your eyebrows rose as you looked at her. "You went up there?"

"I like it there." She replied and glanced back at you. "You can't make it up there?"

"Nope," You admitted readily enough. With your speed you were certain you'd run out of qi half-way, and with the smooth tower you'd practically fell to your death. "Bloodline slows speed, remember?"

She nodded and then frowned. "Oh and I just got permission to let you come up there. It has a great view."

You looked at her, thinking it over. "Carry me." You told her.

She blinked at that. "You want me to carry you?" She repeated.

"You are at the seventh heavenstage," You explained, laying out your reasoning. "So you should be able to carry me and it shouldn't affect you too much I think."

She just stared at you as you explained. But then she considered it. "I- I guess I could do that?" She looked up at the tower and then back at you looking bemused. "Now I want to try it."

You smile and hold out your hand. "May I?" You ask her politely.

She looks at your hand for a second and then nods. She turns around and crouches, her legs coiling ready to jump and eyes towards the tower. Then she tilts her head back towards you. "Well?"

You consider how to do this and place your hands on her shoulders. You blink as bronze wires extend from her trying to secure you and you end up with your hands around her neck and your legs secured by her hand.

Suddenly, you have second thoughts. You look around for a moment, considering how this would look. You were a large man with bronzed skin on the back of a woman with a far smaller build. To anyone looking it must be absolutely absurd.

"Er.. wai-" But you felt qi traveling through her body and you feel her move, her legs uncoiling as power explodes from her legs. You try to reinforce your own body but you are too slow. As soon as the thought comes to you, she moves.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

And then you stop but the world keeps spinning. You force yourself to check if there is a solid floor beneath you and then you drop off of her. You close your eyes and steady yourself by holding what seems like a wall. You are aware of her hand on your shoulder but the rest of you is focused on riding out the sense of motion.

Then finally, you open your eyes and shake your head. Then you look around to see that you are on the top of the tower. There is a high parapet that seems to keep people from falling with several pillars holding up a roof. A cylindrical chimney takes up the center and goes from the floor and through the roof.

"You okay?" Eleanora asked with concern in her voice.

"I'm fine," You replied, nodding and then turned to look at her. "I'm really not used to moving that fast."

She takes a moment to examine you and then she nods. "Well, here's the view you came for." She said, stepping aside.

You look and the first thing you notice is the Great Crane lit by the dawn's light. It was the Immortality's End Spirit Mine and though you couldn't see it, you could see the rock formations next to it. Behind it is an ever present plume of steam in the horizon seeping forth from the Demonic Soup Pot as the dregs of all the soups are gathered and excised by Shimmering Soup Sect. And if you squint, perhaps you could see an airship flying through the air?

On the ground, the city spread out below you. It was easy to see where mortal homes ended and cultivator establishments began. The latter was far more intricate and greater in size with the biggest ones dwarfing even the walls that protected the city. Still, the sprawling homes of one million mortals were impressive in its own right.

You glanced at Eleanora. "It's beautiful." You tell her honestly. "Is this why you come up here?"

She nods. "When I saw it, I just had to get up here." She explains, leaning over next to you to take a look at the city below. "I had to go through a bunch of trouble to get access to it even though I don't think it has any use but once I got up here, it was worth it."

"What part do you like the most?" You asked her, smiling. Then you point. "I enjoyed looking at the steam of the Demonic Soup Pot. It gives me the cheerful image of an actual soup cooking in that pot. That'd be a sight to see."

She smiled at that image and pointed to the city. "I just enjoy looking at the people moving about," She told you. "You can only just see it, but with my arts I can easily follow the people going about their lives. I like to predict what they might be doing and see if that matches up with what they do as the day goes on."

"What do you see right now?" You ask her, smiling. "Let me guess… it's a man?"

"I'm not following anyone right now," She explains, rolling her eyes. "Besides, it's not that simple. It's hard to track one person while talking. If I even twitch, it's easy to lose them."

"I suppose all arts have quirks," You said, considering your own. Then you looked at her curiously. "That does make me wonder where you come from. Are you from one of our vassals?"

"Nah," She shakes her head. "I was just a wanderer. My mother was a cultivator, never knew my father and eventually I made my way to the golden devils."

"That's very different from my upbringing." You replied, looking outwards in thought. You noted the rising sun as you continued. "My father died when I was young and I never knew my mother. I was brought up by my older brothers and the notes my father left behind."

"You have older siblings?" Eleanora asked curiously. "Will I be meeting them too for when we'll be working together?"

You shake your head and smile sadly. "No, none of them were cultivators." You replied. "Most of them died and the second-youngest after me moved to start a family. I haven't been in touch with him for…" You pause and think back. Ah. "It's been two decades now. I don't even know if he's still alive."

"Oh." She looks at the city below for a few moments and then turns to you to say something. Then she looks back down and sighs. You consider trying to say something but then she turns and looks at you right in the eye. "Was it because of the trials?"

You consider her question. "It might be," You replied frowning. It wasn't something that had occurred to you before. "None of them said anything but they all lived through it. I decided to be a cultivator because his cultivation notes were how I knew him."

You closed your eyes and thought back. None of them said anything. Did they just not want to discourage you? "Maybe I would have chosen differently if I had experienced it." You finally said. The trials weren't something you looked forward to.

She nods at that. "It makes sense."

You glance at her. "Elaborate?"

"Cultivating is hard." She replied, looking at you. "Do you remember the soup I took today?"

You blink at the question. "Uh… was it the… soul-severing venom?" Ah, as you remembered the name of the ingredient, you realised her point.

"It's a Nascent Soul cultivating aid," She begins and she raises a hand to stop the many, many questions arising in your mind. "As I understand it, it's meant to go to your leader. But sometimes there is a mistake in its preparation and it loses potency. It's still deadly to any lesser beings and needs to be thrown."

You nod as she continues, following closely as she continues. "The owners of this establishment found a use for it. They take a single drop of that soup and distill it with purifying waters. Then they sell it as feeling an echo of what the Archigetes feels. In my case, it was an echo of an echo of an echo but I still felt it."

"How was it?" You asked her, morbidly curious.

She considered that question for a moment. "It was… intense," She answered and then looked at you. "I could handle it and it wasn't that bad as a taste. But imagining that same feeling magnified? It's intimidating."

She pauses and looks away, overtaken by her own thoughts. You wait patiently for her to collect herself. "That's what awaits me if I succeed," She looks straight into your eyes as she continues. "I can't claim to understand the effect of the trials but a choice between all of that and a full mortal life backed by the wealth and security granted by being part of a cultivator's family? I can understand that temptation."

She stops after that and looks away. You simply stand and consider her words. "Thank you," You tell her finally and she looks back at you. "Thank you for sharing that with me. I don't think I would make the same choice but it helps me understand."

She nods in acceptance. "You know my mother always said 'Some arrows are more precious than others, but every arrow has it's worth'. I don't think she ever said what was more important."

"She sounds like a wise woman," You replied, smiling. "Maybe it's our own job to figure out what's more important."

She nods. "Maybe it is."

For a few moments, you share a silence as the sun rises.

Then you smile looking at the rays of the rising sun.

"Eleanora," You say her name. "I look forward to working with you."
 
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Antonius Emmanuel Eleanora 6 - Eleanora x Emmanuel Fin
I had this bit written as part of Emmanuel's omake but didn't put in the final bit. Just added some stuff from Eleanora's viewpoint. This is the last planned omake from their point of view and it's Antonius next. Woo hoo! @ReaderOfFate
Eleanora x Emmanuel Fin
An AEE Omake

Death comes for us all
Make the best of what you have
Fear is a poison


Eleanora POV

Your eyes opened and you awoke from sleep fully aware. As old instincts screamed, you didn't move. You didn't show any sign to show that you had woken up. Then subtly, you followed the flow of qi in your body seeking the source of your discomfort. What had woken you up?

You felt it inside you. Something foreign that had invaded your body. The first thought that came to your mind was poison. It was a subject you had studied and feared and you couldn't quiet the dread building inside you.

Further study showed that it couldn't be a poison. Poison needed to spread through your body but this thing was concentrated in one spot. It was draining you. What was it? A curse? No, a parasite.

You twitched and your hand turned to fists. You grasped soft folds of fabric and suddenly the whole situation seemed absurd. Your mind insisted you should be sleeping in the open desert on hard ground. It screamed that you were near people who could kill you in your sleep but Dage and Snake were long gone. Snake had been dead for decades and by your own hand.

This was the core territory of the Golden Devils - your allies and it was the home of Emmanuel Ambrosius, your dearest friend. The bed was the one you had begun to share after long hours of research made it simpler to stay over. The smell that filled the room was the one you had woken up to for many years.

You opened your eyes and then you sat up. The familiar clutter of the bedroom filled your eyes. You could see the patterns born of the vague truce that had sprung when two people's things were concentrated in a small room that was the only part of the large house that Emmanuel insisted on using.

Yes, this was your home and wasn't that the strangest thought? You closed your eyes and took a deep breath to quiet the panic that had been building inside you. Then you dove back into your body, mind following the flows of qi to understand what happened. Your mind now clear, a suspicion formed. There again was that parasite. It was strange but not unfamiliar. It felt… like… bronze…

The location of the foreign object confirmed your hypothesis and for a moment you were unsure what to think. First you were overcome with annoyance. There were arts to prevent this but apparently they had failed. You wanted to scream in frustration but now that you were alert, you could sense Emmanuel in the kitchens. You didn't want to alarm him yet.

You stood up and for a moment, you let the cold floor distract you. Then you began to pace trying to think through the possibilities and slowly you realized the implications of this new development. As the annoyance faded, the dread returned but of a different sort. It wasn't overpowering but it was constant, present. It coated your every thought.

For a moment, you considered running. You could disappear again. It would be like you were never here in the first place. But then - an ache filled you at that thought. And logically, you didn't think that was feasible anyway.

Your mind leapt from thought to thought as you considered your options, some bad and some not. Finally, your mind returned to running away for the third time and you realised that you were being pulled into the mire of your own thoughts. You took a deep breath and relaxed.

You'd thought about this. That wasn't doing any good. Your senses reached out to Emmanuel who you felt nearby.

You needed to talk to him.


Emmanuel POV

Once of the perks of being an auxiliary was apparently the freedom of setting your own schedule. More often than not she slept past the time you had to leave for your own drills and the major contact you had in the morning was her mumbled goodbye and the exotic meals you had begun preparing for her as you began to cook again.

Today was different. Some time after you entered the kitchen, you sensed her awaken with the alertness that you'd first felt in that battle so long ago. This wasn't a rare phenomenon. She still sometimes woke up and didn't realise where she was.

Usually, she returned to sleep. That wasn't the case today. You could sense her turning something over in her mind. You followed her aura as best as you could but it was suppressed as usual. It worried you but she would come to you if she needed help.

You felt her sit upright and then you felt her pace about in her room. You found yourself cooking a little faster to burn the nervous energy that filled you. By the time she left the room and slowly made her way to you, the food was mostly done and the only thing left was for it to boil.

You stood there as she arrived, hands on the raised stone where your food was prepared. You looked up at her trying to keep your worry from your face. "Eleanora," You asked, before she could say anything. "What's wrong?"

"Emmanuel," You can see her holding back her own worry. Her face glances down for a moment and you follow it till you stare at her hand on her abs. You look at it unsure. "I'm pregnant."

The words make their way through your mind and then your eyes widen as you realise what she means. Several thoughts go through your head as you try to make sense of things. "How?" You manage finally.

"I don't know," She replies, her face filled with an odd vexation. "Arts can fail. They aren't always completely effective."

You sighed and you looked at her. She was annoyed but she was playing it up, trying to keep away other feelings. "Do you have any idea when?"

She walks up next to you and sits on the stone. "I don't know," She told you lightly resting against you. You adjusted so both of you were comfortable. "I just found out."

"How?" You asked her. Did… it? "Did the baby kick or something?" The idea felt absurd. You, a father? You focused on the feeling.

She shook her head. "I can just... feel him," She answered, her hand touching where the baby was.

Him? "Him?" You asked her, surprised. "You can already tell?"

"Yeah, I think so?" She looked up at you and shrugged. "I guess he developed just enough for his blood to express itself but I can feel the bronze inside of him. I can feel him just growing inside me."

Right. That's what you'd been ignoring. Your legs felt weak and you pulled yourself on the stone beside her. "So he has the Blood of Bronze." The one thing you were trying not to think about. "The trials are mere decades away and this time they will be the worse than ever."

You felt her nod. "Isn't there anything we can do?"

You looked at her - a thought worming it's way to your mind. "Do you-" You shook your head. "You've already decided that part, haven't you?"

She looked at you and then she nodded. "I thought about it. Not keeping him or just pushing him over to someone else." She sighed. "He's family."

You nodded. "Okay then." There wasn't anything more to say. "Then we'll have to think about how to do this."

"The Trials," She closed her eyes to think. "Do we have a way to get out of it?"

"No. Not if he cultivates. Not if he has the Blood of Bronze." You told her. You'd never felt it but you knew. It was tied to your blood - to who you were. "Even if he runs away, they will find him."

"So he has to be mortal then," She looks down at the ground. "That's not so bad. We can make sure that he'd be happy."

You close your eyes and try to calculate the years. "We could wait till after the trials. He should still be capable of it and that would give him a good hundred years."

"And we'd weaken him for it," She replied, frowning. "When the trials come back, he'd be slaughtered. We'd simply be sending him to his death."

"So it's a mortal life then or risk a terrible death." You said, taking a moment to close your eyes. So this was what your brothers felt? You open your eyes to look at her. "If he becomes a strong cultivator, perhaps then he could…. ?"

"The heavens aren't so kind to us." Eleanora replied, sighing. She looks you in the eye. "If he is to survive as a cultivator, then he will make that choice with his own will. Whether or not we train him for it."

You nodded. "So be it then. I'll reach out to talk to the mortal branch of my family. They can help us with this. If the day comes when he decides to cultivate… we deal with that then."

"I won't be hunted in the trials," She told you, her voice determined. "I can protect him whatever happens."

You nodded again and then you sat in silence. What else was there to say?

"What shall we name him?" She asked you suddenly. And you looked at her vexed face looking back at you. "It needs to be a good one but I'm rubbish at names."

It only took you a moment of thought. "Antonius," You answered. "It means 'one who has value'."

"Antonius," Eleanora repeated, testing the sound. "I like it."
 
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Antonius Emmanuel Eleanora 7 - Antonius
Behold! Antonius! @ReaderOfFate I summon you! Attend to me!
[Antonius]
An AEE Omake


Heaven may bless me
If it gives with it's right hand
It takes with it's left

When he decided to create his own Legion, Alcaeus had thought to create a strong and professional army. He had chosen to take in body cultivators of all types of course, because that was what he practised and he had ensured that they did not neglect their minds because only a healthy mind could maintain a healthy body.

Largely, he had succeeded in his efforts. His legion was always drilled to perfection and incredibly well-behaved. His men regularly pushed their bodies to perfection and could debate the merits of each other's methods with a strong theoretical grounding.

Yet what he hadn't anticipated and perhaps should have was the fact that different men had different definitions of perfection and even if they understood where the other was coming from they could still disagree. Vehemently. Constantly.

He still considered his greatest accomplishment the implementation of his competitions. He told them that they could simply prove their theories using the strength of their bodies and then he created a culture where they were so engrossed in the competition that their disagreements were quickly forgotten.

They were always a joy to watch but something else had caught his attention today. He was drawn away from the cheering and challenges of the gymnasium by a peculiar and familiar scent. It had the clear scent of bronze that had turned green with age yet was paired - impossibly - with that particular frailty of mortals.

He ended up following it to the entrance to the gymnasium and found one of his new juniors arguing with a mortal. It was young Oriana if he wasn't mistaken. She was perhaps a bit too quick to argue and had begun doing so with the young boy. As you listened you realised that the argument was over recruitment. It seemed like the young boy had come here instead of heading to general training.

He took a sniff. Yes, the boy was the source of the smell. Interesting. He was large and had strong features though he didn't look like a fighter. What drew his attention was the green bronze coating his hair. The bloodline manifesting itself as mortal was common enough but to have already turned green with age? That he had never heard of.

And his features were surprisingly familiar. It took him a moment to place it. Ah, so that was Emmanuel's son. How nostalgic. Ancaeus could remember the same look of determination he wore in young Ambrosius so well. Perhaps with such a peculiar case, he could justify giving it a bit of his own attention.

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Antonius wasn't having an entirely good day. It had been over a week since he had found out that he was dying and his parents had been busy discussing what to do ever since. They needed to do something, not just talk about it. So he had to take it into his own hands.

He didn't know how to get recruited into the Sect but he knew where his father's legion was stationed. So he went there to get some help. Unfortunately, rather than recruiting him or telling him where he could get recruited, the first woman he had met instead spent the time lecturing him.

"Look kid, this isn't the recruiter's office." She told him for the tenth time. "You need to head down there to join up and go through basic training. If you're a good fit for us, then we'll recruit you."

"Okay, ma'am." He answered, trying to project his helplessness. Then just tell me and I'll be on my way! "I would appreciate it if you could give me directions."

She rolled her eyes. "I don't know. I haven't been there for decades. Look, I-" She froze mid-sentence and whirled around to look behind her. "Sir! I didn't see you there. Is there something you need?"

Antonius looked behind her and noticed the largest man he had ever seen. Somehow, he hadn't spotted him before the woman drew his attention to him. That fact made the bear-sized man only more intimidating. "Sir?" He repeated out loud, looking up at the very large man.

"Indeed," The man rumbled in answer. He took a moment to examine you and then nodded at the woman next to you. "Leave this to me, Oriana. You may return to your training."

The woman - Oriana - looked at him, then back at the man who was smiling at her encouragingly. She nodded uncertainly and slowly walked away, giving the two of them a worried look as she left. Antonius stood still, looking up at the eye of the sir. "Hello, sir. I am Antonius. I was hoping to join your legion?" The man raised an eyebrow at his answer.

"Yes." The man replied, looking down at him with his smile gone. "I heard all of that. Why haven't you gone to the recruiter's office?"

"I… didn't know, sir." He replied, staring into his now-impassive face. "It was my mistake. I can go there right now."

"Wait," He said, holding up a hand. "Why did you come to my legion?"

Antonius found his eyes widening at the way the man said it. His legion. "I… know someone who is a part of your legion. That's why I knew to come here." He answered truthfully.

"Is that so?" The man's eyes sharpened. "And who might this person be?"

'My father'. That's what he almost said, but then it occurred to him that maybe his father could get into trouble for this. "I… don't wish to say, sir." Antonius finally replied.

The man - the legate perhaps? - raised an eye. "I see." The man said in a tone that was hard to decipher. "Then why don't we return to the previous question then?"

"Which question?" He asked, slightly confused. Hadn't he addressed all of them? "...Sir." He added a moment later.

"Why did you come to my legion?" The Legate asked again and Antonius realised that he was asking for his reason for joining. He thought for a moment, unsure if he should say anything.

"I have a condition, sir." He finally told him. "My bloodline is killing me and the only way to live longer is for me to cultivate."

"Interesting situation." The legate observed. "The bronze is calcifying in you even as a mortal. I can see why cultivation may extend your life."

"It's a unique mutation, sir." Antonius explained. "The physician said that he hadn't seen the like before."

"Hmmm." The man nodded. "I think I'm beginning to comprehend your situation."

Antonius nodded along, relieved. "Thank you for understanding me, sir."

"I understand why you want to join the legion," He continued, as if he hadn't heard you. "But why should we want to recruit you?"

Antonius blinked at that. "I don't understand, sir."

The Legate just looked down at him and he suddenly seemed to loom even more. "My legion is my family and you want to join just to survive. It takes resources to cultivate, boy. How can you justify us spending resources on you? Why shouldn't I bar you from joining? Or perhaps I should just end you now and save both of us the trouble."

With every word, the man seemed to grow bigger and the air seemed to grow thicker. Antonius shivered and his heart beat like thundering drums. "I-" He hesitated. What could he even say here to justify himself?

"Speak up," The man rumbled. "Tell me, boy." Antonius realised that he had taken a step back from the man. He felt like he was going to die…. But he'd been feeling that all week. Either way, he'd die.

Don't retreat. The only way is through. He forced himself to take a step forward and look into the eyes of the man judging him impassively. Then, as his heart beat ever louder, he said the first thing that came to his mind.

What could he say? "My name is Antonius…" What else was there? "...Son of Legionnaire Emmanuel Ambrosius and the Auxiliary Eleanora..." Didn't he just try to keep his father's name a secret? Damn it all. "Both of them are a service to the sect and they have raised me well. I will prove worthy of the legion or die trying."

There he had said it. That was all that he could think of. He tried to ignore the consequences his mind conjured and did all he could to stand his ground. At least this way, he'd die doing something. Then, the legate nodded and suddenly he was a lot less intimidating. "Good to know," He replied, smiling cheerfully.

"...Sir… what?" He just looked at the man without a shred of comprehension. "What just happened?"

"I was merely questioning a junior," The legate said, grinning. "Now were you not about to leave for the recruiter's office?"

Antonius' eyes widened. That felt like a dismissal. "Yes, sir." He said, carefully. "Should I leave?"

The legate considered the question. "No, no." He said, waving his hand dismissively. "Since you are here already, we'll handle the whole thing now."

"But..." Antonius looked around for a moment but there was no one in sight. "I thought it was done in the recruitment office. Not here."

"You'll still have to go through basic training. But we can get you started here," The man replied, nodding to himself. For some reason, this new persona felt far more intimidating than the last one. But before he could argue, the man placed a giant hand on his shoulder. "Come along now."

Antonius tried to protest as best as he could but he despite everything he was pulled along. Any protestations both physical or vocal are easily deflected as he guides you to where he wants you to go. All along the way, the legate was smiling.
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The legate - Alcaeus, he said his name was - had brought him to an empty sparring room. There were several raised square platforms with a ring made inside them. He stepped into one of those rings and then gestured for you to follow. Somehow, you found yourself unwillingly standing across from him and wondering where you went wrong.

"Come at me," Alcaeus said, gesturing with his hand. Antonius looked at the large grin on his face and realised he wasn't getting out of this. Fine. So he decided to do the only thing he could do. He just took a deep breath and he charged.

The legate raised a hand and Antonius found himself charging into it. A palm struck his stomach and he fell to the ground heaving. "Never been in a fight then," Alcaeus noted idly as he recovered. Antonius kicked him in his legs and bit back a shout when his shins ached like he just kicked a tree-stump.

"Tenacious though," Alcaeus commented as he lay on the ground. "However, you should be a bit more careful where you hit."

Antonius glared up at him, forgetting that he was facing a legate. Then he pulled himself up with a muttered "Yes, sir". Then half-way up, he jumped straight into an attack. The legate easily moved aside and then put his leg forward.

Antonius found himself tumbling into the ground once more. "You lack balance," The man observed, "Get up, show me your stance." Realizing that none of it was working, he complied and stood up into a fighting stance.

The legate was suddenly in front of him and he nearly stumbled in surprise. He would have if one bear-sized hand hadn't touched his fist to steady him. Antonius did the first thing that came to his mind. He punched him in the face with his free hand.

"Good," Alcaeus said, stopping the motion with his other fist with a hand. You struggled to attack, beginning to breathe heavily as this farce of a battle continued. "You are attacking weak points. And your form is not completely terrible. So you have at least seen fights before. However, it could be better." He lightly kicked Antonius' foot and pushed him into a different stance. "Better, now consider that the obvious weak point may not be a weak point."

Instead of lightly blocking as he had done so far, Alcaeus let you punch him and you felt your fist connect under his chin. Unable to hold it back, you screamed out loud as pain lanced through your hand and you stepped back, shaking it trying to ease the pain.

He let Antonius recover before he continued. "Now, if I hadn't moved my chin back, it would have shattered your hand. You must always consider your assumptions in a battle between cultivators. Still, it's good to learn common wisdom. Let me show you where to strike."

Alcaeus gestured for him to return to his stance and hesitantly did so, still nursing his hand. He was then guided through several stances and potential avenues of attack, all emphasised as not being always reliable. "You want to anticipate your enemy but very often that comes with experience and study."

Antonius was getting tired. He was breathing heavily and his body was beginning to feel heavy. He still forced himself to stare back up at the legate. For some reason, he only studied him."What else?" Antonius asked him.

The legate nodded. "You are about ready." He replied. "Let's focus on your breathing."

He looked at him with a frown. "What do you mean?"

"Be conscious of it. Breathe like I do. Move like I do." He commanded. He held your hands and began taking you through some motions. "Come on now."

Antonius found himself following the man as he turned it from a mock battle to a dance of light attack and defence. His body was pushed and stretched and he breathed as it happened. He was guided through the motions, and corrected wherever something went wrong.

His body already ached from the one-sided battle and he felt light-headed as the exertion caught up to him. It was in a near-feverish state of mind that Antonius got drawn into his own body. He could feel the tall-tale burn of his stomach and the sound of his heartbeat slowly consumed his mind.

But everything got drowned out in the monotony of the exchange. Then something clicked. It was like someone poured a glass of fresh water down his throat and he pulled on it, drank greedily. It flowed into the pit of his stomach and seemed to intensify. He drew it to his aching body and found himself moving faster and hitting stronger.

His mind sharpened once more and he used the moment of consciousness to attack. He moved faster than he had ever moved before and he hit harder than he had ever hit before. Even then, the legate caught it as easily as he had done before.

Still Alcaeus had a wild grin on his face. "Remember this feeling, young Antonius!" He rumbled. "This is qi. This is the first step of your goal. Remember the way it flows through you and never forget!"

Antonius stared at him with wide eyes and then slowly, it made its way through his mind. He realised that at least for now, he had a reprieve. That shadow of certain death that had haunted him since that moment a week ago, it was gone.

Then his focus broke, he didn't have the will to keep conscious. The tiredness from the battle and the week and everything just rushed in when he had nothing keeping it back. The world spun, and he fell into two strong hands. Get up. A part of him still insisted. But he no longer needed to listen.

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Waking up was strange. His mind felt groggy and his body hurt all over. But when he breathed in that particular way, he felt the breath travel down to the pit of his stomach and then spread across his body. It flowed rhythmically through his body in tune with breath and filled his body with strength and his mind with strange images of the world. There were three presences in the room. Two felt familiar but the closest was unfamiliar. He had a strange metallic tinge to it and his aura seemed to vibrate with excitement. It felt like it would burst out if it wasn't for a tinge of hesitance and fear keeping it in check.

"Are you sure about the results?" It was his father's voice. He stood slightly away from you and he felt similar to the unfamiliar one. The tinge of metal was so much more. It traced his body like a bronze statue. Bronze. The legion. His heart tightened as he realised that he must be at a healer's. He'd disappeared and his parents found him unconscious and part of the legion? What was father thinking? What was he going to say to you?

"Yes, sir." An unfamiliar male voice replied. It was incredibly professional, but he could still sense the excitement in his aura as he spoke. "All the damage has receded. No, better. It's integrating with him. It might even be helping boost his growth. Sure, it's lowered his lifespan in absolute terms but-"

"How is his dying later better than his dying now?" A voice interjected sharply. His heart beat faster as he realised who it belonged to. His mother was by far the strongest in the room and her presence was impossible to decipher. All he felt was this sense of intensity. He felt a shiver travel down his spine as he realised that she might be angry.

"Well, if you let me study it." The unknown male spoke again. You could feel his excitement overpowering his caution even though a touch of fear remained."Maybe I can mitigate it or at least record it for posterity-"

"Leave." Her voice was sharp and her presence flared. Antonius flinched. Fear dominated the stranger's aura and he heard a crash and then a shuffle of feet. Finally, the door opened and then slammed shut. The man's presence quickly grew too distant.

"Eleanora," His father said placatingly. "It's not his fault."

His mother growled. "He wanted to study him like-" She stopped suddenly and somehow Antonius knew that she was looking at him. Then his mother's voice continued. "Antonius. I know you're awake. Up."

Antonius opened his eyes. He got up slowly, pretending to be overcome by wariness. It gave him a chance to see where he was - a blank white room with several instruments he couldn't recognise. He was laying on a bed and got up to sit.

He looked at his father first as he did so, who turned to his mother and winced. Antonius followed his gaze and found his mother staring at him with a face that betrayed no emotion. "Yes, mom. I-"

"What were you thinking!?" He flinched at the tone of her voice. It wasn't the cool anger that he had expected. It lacked the control her aura and demeanour had suggested. Her voice was cracking with a shrill edge.

Antonius scrambled to think of an explanation. He'd gone over this conversation so many times in his head. "I-," It was the obvious solution. "It was-" It was the only way. But there was a lump in his throat. He opened his mouth, but none of the logical reasons came out. "I'm sorry." He finally said.

The words were like a release. Once they left his mouth, everything else he didn't want to say seemed to follow in its wake. "But I was scared," He explained, staring at his parents. His mother hesitated and his father had his hand out unsure whether to reach for him. "You weren't doing anything. I didn't know what else to do!"

It felt like an accusation. "I had to do it myself! You should have been there!" Why did he sound like he was ten again? He understood, he wanted to say to the shock on his mother's face. He knew that it was hard for them but still, he couldn't stop himself from saying it.

His mother moved. A second later, he felt her arms wrap around his body and he struggled to get free. She pulled him tight and he felt the wetness of his own tears on her clothes. He hugged her back and let the tears flow freely.

"I'm here," She told him. "I'm here to protect you."

That anger rose again. He struggled out from her grasp and looked into her face. Through tear-stricken eyes, he stared at her accusingly. "You can't." His heart ached at the anger in his own voice and even he wasn't sure whether he was angry at her or the world.

His mother looked stricken and regret filled him. Why did he say that? Her aura floundered with emotions but then it clamped back under control and her face filled with resolve. "Then I'll teach you," She said, some fire in her voice. "I'll teach you everything. You will never need protection from anyone again."

Antonius just looked at her, feeling lost and unsure. What could he say to that? What did he want to say to that? He felt his father come closer and then he felt two large arms wrap around the both of them. "I'm here too. I'll teach you everything that I know."

His mother looked down at him and smiled. He could see the glimmers of tears in her eyes but she looked so strong. "You are like a candle, little one." She told you, looking into your eyes. "A candle in the dark. Even if you only burn half as long, I promise you - you will burn twice as bright."

So many emotions ran through him but the determination in her eyes kept them at bay. That. Antonius decided. I want to be like that.
 
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Antonius Emmanuel Eleanora 8 - [Toad Hunters]
[Toad Hunters]
An AEE Omake


Eat or be eaten
Toad eats man and man eats toad
But seniors win
Hmm what is it?

Senior, did you say? I'm really not, I am much younger than my aura might suggest. Well, I suppose to you I might as well be. That's an interesting feeling.

Well, then juniors. Tell me what is it that you would ask of me?

A story, you say? Yes, that does sound amusing. However, the trials are quite a heavy topic. Are you sure you don't want to hear about the Yuan Trials or even any of my adventures after?

Well, I suppose I will do my best to oblige.

Let's see. My own trials weren't anything special. I could speak of what I faced but what would be the point? You can hear such stories anywhere.

I could speak of what I saw at Pleuron. Yes, I was there. I didn't do much admittedly, but I was there. But that story is again something you must have heard. We all know what happened there.

I was merely into my third decade, so of course I would not have many feats to my name. Even the Indomitable Thirteen had a century on me. Ah. Perhaps I could tell you of my first interaction with those exalted heroes? They must seem like such distant figures to you but in truth, they are anything but that.

Yes, well. Lady Ferenike is an exception, I suppose. I did speak to her in the battle. So this would be my first interaction with the thirteen besides her.

It was if I recall correctly, just after Pleuron. We had heard the Ending Bell and all we had left to do was just grieve and celebrate. There was much of both in those days.

Some of my seniors sought out on a quest to hunt the famous Thunder Toads of the desert. Yes, the Toads as big as grown men who could hibernate under the sands and feed upon the spirit stones they encountered there. We were also hunting a very specific member of their species.

You see, they gain their names from the oldest of their species who grow strong enough to step into the ninth heavenstage. At the end of their lifespan, they challenge the heavens and swallow the lightning that the heavens send in anger. Some die and very few ascend into the next realm. Most of the toads merely fall into the false heaven, but they also manage to capture heaven's tribulation in their gullets.

As they do so at the end of their lifespans, those Elder Toads can live just a little longer by feeding upon the qi of heaven's thunder and upon their deaths, the qi trapped within their bodies can feed their children for generations.

It was this particular member of their species that we set forth to hunt for you see, Senior Magnus wished to make wine out of it. What better way to survive being alive than tasting heaven's thunder? Ah, it was an amazing concoction.

Oh you have heard of it before? "Taste the tribulation", you say? How… commercial. Well, at the very least you can hear where it came from. It was Senior Amaranth of course who led the hunt and Senior Magnus who made the wine. He was accompanied by a young Ulysses as well.

Ah, I see you recognized the name. Yes, that Ulysses. He wasn't very famous then though. We were both just juniors. Though he took the frog's eyes for himself, mostly it seemed like he came along to hold Senior Magnus' vials and things. It was before the senior had healed his hands.

Why was I there? I suppose I was there to help my senior as well. I was strong for whatever reason and almost completely healed so that may have been a reason I was picked. But all I was told was that Senior Amaranth was slightly wounded and he picked me to take him to where they wanted to go. So I was there carrying him and Ulysses was carrying Marcus' things.

The journey wasn't too difficult with Senior Amaranth guiding us and along the way, he regaled us with stories about his previous victories. He told us about the toads he had slain and a lightning lizard he had faced by shooting it's lightning back at it. He told us how he'd had an eye on this toad for a while and was looking forward to facing it.

Yes, I know he was injured but his bravado somehow convinced me that he could still defeat one of the toads if he wanted to. Perhaps it was fortunate that we didn't meet one of the toads who had succeeded in capturing the lightning or perhaps worse, one who had evolved into the dreaded King Toad.

Luckily, we managed to locate the corpse for one who had recently died of the process and didn't have to face something as terrifying as a toad elder of the ninth heavenstage.

Well, it wasn't just lying there unattended. There were three of its children there. One of them seemed young - merely at the first heavenstage. The second was at the eighth though it seemed incredibly skilled.

Still, it was the third that seemed scary. It had the power of the seventh heavenstage and had the air of a warrior about it. It looked at us through scarred eyes and as we approached, it glowered at us. Dared us to approach. I remember wondering then if we should simply retreat.

The memory of what happened next is still strong after all these years. There was a whoosh of air besides me and I only saw the third toad react. It's narrowed eyes widened comically and it's mouth opened to shoot out it's terrifying iron tongue. But before it could do anything else, a foot connected with it's side and for a moment it deformed as if it would pop. Then it shot through the air and disappeared into the distance.

Yes, Senior Magnus who had just lost his hands had decided to compensate by kicking the toad really, really hard. Then he turned to us and nodded as if he had just done his part. He then walked towards me and the Senior Amaranth who congratulated him on his victory. Then they proceeded to take seats on the ground and told us to handle the rest. With no idea what to do, both Ullyses and I just looked at the two remaining toads who were still staring at us in shock.

What happened next? Well, I'd like to say that to say that I fought heroically but I was mostly frozen in shock. Instead it was Ullyses who decided to do his part and charged at the toads wielding the standard-issue shield and spear. He screamed as he charged and the stronger toad responded by attempting to intercept him with its tongue.

The iron tongues are interesting things. Remarkably light, incredibly long and useful for both capturing lightning and delivering it. Though this frog wouldn't have the heavenly lightning present in it's elders, if it were to hit Ullyses it would still likely have killed him or at least injured him greatly. So it was lucky that I recovered enough that I intercepted the blow with a fifth sea mace I had picked up from one of the trial hunters.

I managed to deflect it to the ground where it shattered through the earth and got stuck. I would have taken advantage of the opening but lightning was riding down my arms, not enough to hurt me at my level but enough to make me hesitate. It was enough time for the toad to pull back it's tongue and aim at me again, this time with more ominous golden sparks.

Hmm? What happened to Ullyses? He was fine and busy fighting his own battle, though at the time I was too occupied to get more than occasional glimpses.

Yes, I'd hear what happened after the battle and I suppose there is no reason I couldn't tell you how that fight went first. It wasn't much to talk about. Apparently, though he attempted to block it with his shield, the toad managed to wrap Ullyses both shield and all.

It didn't have any lightning at that age and instead attempted to swallow him. The toad's saliva was famously vile and should have reduced him to unconsciousness, but thanks to his Nausea Suppressing Pill not only could he survive the experience but also stab his way out of the toad's mouth.

Now, back to my battle. Rather than try to block the attack, I dodged it instead and tried to attack the toad's body. It twisted its mouth in response and a wave travelled down the tongue to nearly whip me in the face. Luckily, I'd manage to crouch under it but the wave also dislodged the toad's tongue.

Yes, what do you think I did?

Did I dry it out using a sandstorm from my Sand-Spitting Marble? No! I have to hold that for nearly eleven days in my mouth to use it. I usually have it whenever I start a battle or difficult mission but… I didn't have the sense for that then so it was kept in my pocket.

Did I use the Fishbone Mourning Flute to deaden it's Dao-heart? No! I had just learned to play and quite honestly, it took me a while to figure out how to play in the middle of battle. Exotic weapons can be quite useful especially if they are in line with your dao, but they also take special training to learn to use.

And finally, you mention my greatest treasure. That Wave-Summoning Silver Scale which was Yixuan Shan's greatest gift to me. I could have used it to perhaps rejuvinate our seniors or aid Ullyses. I could have used it to perhaps simply blow away our enemies the way Senior Magnus had before. It wasn't a gift that required much training to use and it could have easily won me the fight.

Unfortunately… I may have forgotten it at the fort. Yes, it sounds ridiculous and all heroes seem synonymous with their treasures but let me tell you the truth juniors. Many treasures are still items and may well be stolen, broken or forgotten. Take care not to be blinded by the power they grant you.

So it was just me and my mace against the thunder toad. I could have dodged around it and tried to reach its body but there was always the chance that it would get lucky or I would get tired.

Yes…. I could have tried to cut it's tongue off but I was wielding a mace. Instead, I dodged it's attacks a few more times and took the time to wrap the hilt of the mace with cloth. It served to insulate me from the lightning enough to deflect the tongue and then move against it's body. Without the lightning, it wasn't terribly difficult to deal with it and perhaps unglamorously, it was a quick battle where I simply beat it to died.

After the rush of battle passed, the first thing I did was wrinkled my nose. The air stunk from the stomach acid of the young toad and I turned to see Ullyses breathing heavily from the battle but unbothered by the smell. The seniors sat at a distance and discussed what they would do with the toad. Senior Amaranth was interested in it's interactions with his dao which I shall not repeat here and Senior Magnus spoke of turning it into wine.

Then as I watched, they instructed young Ullyses on how to cut it apart and prepare it for storage. Sine the seniors had no need for them, he claimed its eyes for a pill of his own concoction. Senior Magnus took it's blood and most of its digestive system for his wine. Senior Amaranth was primarily interested in the information which Magnus had already agreed to provide for him.

I indicated no particular preference so Senior Magnus simply told me he knew a guy who would buy the leftover parts and later paid me for my aid in contribution points. After that, well we kept in touch to a degree. And in the future- well, perhaps I will leave that for a later date.

Still, this was my first proper interaction with one of the Indomitable Thirteen and I hope it proves that seniors are not as distant as they may seem. There is much opportunity in interacting with them. Now my juniors, in exchange for my story. Wouldn't you help your kind senior in his endeavors? Who knows? You may profit from it.
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@ReaderOfFate tagging you since you are in it though anyone can threadmark it. Also, @LordEdric and @wrecksalot .

EDIT: Just asking for LST as omake reward.
 
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Antonius Emmanuel Eleanora 9 - [Yuan Realm 1: The Ancient Cave]
@BungieONI
[Yuan Realm 1: The Ancient Cave]​

Once every hundred years, the qi flowing from the heavens aligns in just the right way. They fell from the skies like lightning and struck the highest mountains of the Quiet Peaks. Once, this was harnessed by the many beasts and plants that made those mountains their home. Through the machinations of some ancient power, the top of the mountains have been flattened and powerful stone circles have been erected atop them.

These massive mountain circles that the Yuan clan has claimed as their own could draw the gifts of heaven and use it to power the famous Man-as-World Mountain Array. The world would warp as qi floods the air and ancient secrets that slumber in the earth awaken to claim it. Millions of cultivators from every clan of the Third Sea gathered here to claim this bounty.

As once only the beasts gathered, now so do the men who vie for heaven. The enriched lands are ripe with opportunity and the Yuan clan alone cannot hope to claim it all. The golden devils were among many who were sold the right to use parts of that land. They were given the right to guard it and pay for the privilege but in return any treasures found there would be theirs.

But with so much power in the air, there was as much risk as there was reward. This year with the trials coming and the whispers of the Archigetes abandoning the current generation, thousands of legionnaires flocked here. They already faced the risk of impending death and the dangers of guarding one of the Yuan spots seemed worth the chances of gaining something that may save their life.

Antonius' family was one of many who came here with similar thoughts. As they had prepared for the journey, Legate Alcaeus had invited them to work together with others from the legion. There were enough taking the risk that he felt it was prudent to step in and organise the entire affair. With a shared spot of land between all of the 96th legion, it was easy to organise transport and defence.

He and his parents were allowed to patrol as a single unit. They were given a prepared search pattern that allowed the legion to check every inch of the area available and guard against enemies at the same time. They stopped near a mountain lake that was being used as a landmark. With the rising levels of qi, the lake water had turned salty akin to the sea.

"Do you sense anyone nearby?" His father asked them as they moved past the area assigned to them. He was in charge as this was his legion and his mother was still technically an auxiliary but all of them knew that mom was both more experienced and far better at sensing.

"Antonius?" She asked, glancing towards him instead. He tried not to sigh. She was trying to test him and he knew she was hoping that his senses would become as good as hers but it was hard to keep up with her experience.

Instead, he tried to focus his sense of qi and feel out if there was anyone around them. Nope, nothing unique in sight. He looked around and came up equally empty. There was the bowl of the lake of course, but nothing that he hadn't expected.

"I think there is someone nearby," He replied, looking back at his mother. "But I think they might just be legion. Otherwise I can't sense anything out of the ordinary."

His mother's eyes sharpened. "How many legionnaires are there then?"

What was the standard unit size? "Three of them I think. I can't make out more details then that."

"Okay," She replied, with an eyebrow raised. "Could you point out the direction?"

He took a moment to look around, trying to see if they'd come into view. When they didn't, he shook his head. "No, I can't." He confessed, grinning back at her.

"There is currently a party of five cultivators passing us by," She answered, eyebrows raised. She pointed in a direction. "I can't recognise any of them but they are certainly clan based upon the feel of their aura."

Antonius nodded and tried again. Now that she'd pointed out the direction and - he assumed - the scouting party had come closer, he could sense them. They ranged from the third heavenstage to the fifth and were heading back to camp. "I feel them now, but I think there are six? No, five cultivators and I think one spirit beast."

His father nodded. "Sounds like one of the hunting teams caught something for dinner." He replied grinning.

His mother instead looked at Antonius with a curious expression. "I know you didn't sense anyone the first time. How did you know there are people nearby?"

Antonius looked to his dad for help but he just smiled back unhelpfully. Finally, he turned back to his mom with a sheepish expression. "You wouldn't be asking me that question if there was no one there and since you were relaxed, I assumed that it was legions."

His mom blinked at that answer and turned to his dad who gave her the same unhelpful smirk he had given him. "You can read me like that?" She asked Antonius curiously. At his nod, she smiled sweetly. "Well, thank you for letting me know."

Crap. Now that won't work again. His thoughts must have shown because his mother's smile turned into a smirk and his father let out a light laugh. "With these things, you should never show your hand unless it gives you an advantage," He advised Antonius. "That's why basic skills like qi sensing is so important. They are a much harder advantage to lose."

Antonius nodded seriously. Then as he idly scanned his surroundings, turned his eyes to the lake and then he frowned. "Is that a cave?" He asked out loud. The lake water had receded slightly and at the curved side of the lake there was a cave that would have been underwater.

His mother narrowed her eyes at the direction he was facing. "I think you're right," She confirmed. She raised her hand and conjured her bow. Then she pointed an arrow towards it warily.

"What's wrong?" His dad asked, tense in case of battle. Antonius tightened his own grip on his sword. He was better with his spear but that was on his back and harder to reach.

"There is a strange qi coming from the cave." She explained, keeping both eyes and arrow trained on the cave. "I didn't sense it earlier and I should have been able to feel it even underwater."

"Should I call for reinforcements?" His father asked and Antonius felt the legion unit they had just sensed fading away. It wasn't an easy decision because if they called them, then they would have to share anything they found.

He considered it for a moment. "This is a landmark all the squads use, right?" He asked out loud. His father looked at him thoughtfully.

"Yes, it's near the center of the territory we're guarding." He answered, frowning."And none of them reported it before."

"Then maybe..." Antonius paused for a second. Did he sound too hopeful? "What if it's an invitation?"

His father considered the question. "It's possible," He admitted. "So far only our clan has come here so it's entirely possible Eleanora's presence as a righteous cultivator or your unique mutation could have attracted something's attention. It could even be my presence. I know my father visited the Yuan Sect in his own time but..."

"The invitation doesn't have to benign," His mother completed with a frown. "It could just as well be that my presence with a demonic cultivator enrages it or it might consider Antonius' mutation of some worth."

Antonius frowned at that last thought. "It could also be because the right stars aligned or we got otherwise lucky or unlucky." She continued. Then she sighed. "But in our situation, we'll have to take the risk at some point."

"Then I'll take the front," His father announced, walking towards the lake. His father was the most durable one of them with his arts despite his mother having the better cultivation.

"Yes, dad." Antonius replied, walking behind him. His parents insisted that he stay in the middle. He was the weakest of them, so it was logical but it still bothered him to do it. He looked back and saw his mother silently following.

His mother could easily help her father if someone attacked the front and she could guard the back just as easily. She was also the least likely to be ambushed with her sharp senses and could keep an eye out everywhere from just the back.

Once they reached the edge of the lake, they had to climb down to the cave's mouth. With his mother's arrows making sure that nothing would attack them, they clambered down. At the mouth of the cave, Antonius could finally make out the qi that his mother mentioned in more detail. "It feels like the ocean," He commented. "And strangely welcoming?"

"Ocean sounds about right," His father agreed, eyeing the water at their feet with suspicion. "It's like the lake… but much, much deeper. I can't sense any intentions."

"No, I feel it too." His mother confirmed as she climbed down next to them. For a moment, they eyed the water carefully and then they moved on when nothing happened. As soon as they were all properly inside the cave, she cursed. "I knew it!"

"What's wrong?" Antonius asked as he turned around. He blinked as the lake water began to rise. Before he could react, his father rushed forwards and held him. Then wires extended from his mother and bound both of them to her.

As she was about to carry them out as if responding, the lake water rose like a wave and came up to meet them. Antonius instinctively held his breath and though the wires around him grew taut, they stayed strong. The water pressure increased and the place darkened as the light from the outside was snuffed out.

For a few moments, Antonius found that none of his senses worked. It was too dark to see and though a rushing noise filled his ears, it drowned out everything else. Even the pull of the earth was gone and he felt like he was simply floating. He focused on his sense of touch and he felt his mother and father struggle as they were pulled by the flow.

The pressure paralysed him and he found that his father was just as unable to resist. His mother was the only one who could direct them and only just. She positioned herself in front of them and he could feel her rising panic in her aura. His father held him and he was experiencing the same fear and confusion as he was.

Antonius forced himself to calm down and focused in the direction of his mother. He couldn't tell where she was looking, though he could feel the depth of power in the water. For a moment, nothing happened and then the rushing of the water stopped, the pressure eased and the darkness was banished by a silver glow.

The cave was gone and suddenly they were on the ocean floor. Above them, was darkness and long thin pipe-fish with glowing silver fins. Their glow revealed mountains of coral and strange fleshy weeds growing to reach the surface.

Then an eye the size of a man with a black pupil and silver sclera opened in front of them and Antonius realised that the largest of the pipe-fish had surrounded them with its body and focused it's eyes upon him. It was larger than any living thing he had ever seen and yet Antonius felt no fear in its presence.

"I sense within you the blood of the one I loved," It spoke and voice didn't come from it but from the entire ocean around them vibrating with its power. "Though I know not how it is possible, you are the kin of my heart. Tell me, how do you exist?"

The water receded and formed a dome on the ocean floor, allowing them the air to speak and the ability to move once more. As soon as they could move, his father shifted his stance and tightened his grip on his spear. He took a step away from Antonius but kept within easy reach.

Antonius looked for his own weapon, but he realised he had lost it along the way. However, he felt like he wouldn't need it here. It felt very much like home. His mother smiled and stepped forward letting her bow fade away. "Greetings, Ancient One." She asked, respectfully. "Can I ask your name and the name of the ancestor you refer to?"

"I am Yixuan Shan, the silver-fined pipefish." It rumbled and the dome shook at his voice."And the woman I loved was Chang'e, the maiden of the silver moon."

"Chang'e," His mother whispered. "Forgive me, oh ancient one. Though that name feels familiar I have not heard the stories of my clan since I was a child. I would not be able to tell you her history."

Yixuan Shan stared at them with unblinking eyes before Antonius felt a feeling of acceptance flow through the water. "So be it," It replied. "Then would you know the fate of the one known as the Jade Emperor?"

"His end is well-known to have come at the hands of my primary ancestor, the Jade Archer." She informed him. "Though I unfortunately cannot recall the specifics."

The ocean rumbled with that information and for a second Antonius was unsure about it's strange rhythm. Then, he realised that the pipefish was laughing. "So the emperor's dog finally bit the hands of his master," It explained mirthfully. "To think, the same man who hunted us would be the one to deliver our vengeance."

His mother's back tightened at that, though her smile remained fixed and her aura under control. Her tension did not escape it's notice as the rumbling stopped and it fixed it's attention back to her. "You share the blood of the one I love," It explained calmly. "A love I have etched in my very soul. Fear not. Even if you also carry the blood of the one who hunted us, I could no more hurt you than I could her."

Though his mother did not relax, she bowed her head in gratitude. "Thank you for your consideration, oh ancient one." She replied. "Is there anything else you require from us?"

For a few moments, the fish was silent. Then when it spoke, it's voice was soft and no longer a rumble. "This place was where I last saw my love before we were separated forever," It told them. "It has been many thousands of years since and though I left a sliver of my will to await her here, it has been long enough that she has certainly passed."

Antonius frowned at that. "Couldn't she have lived till now?"

The ocean rippled with a feeling of sadness and Yixuan Shan closed his eyes. "Even if she wasn't cursed, too long has passed for her to still live. Not within this shattered sea."

"Curse?" His mother asked, her eyes focused on the fish. Antonius' own eyes widened as the true implications of that sentence hit him.

"Yes, I can feel it in you," The pipe-fish responded, it's eyes falling upon him. "Though both you and your mother bear her blood, only you have inherited her bloodline. Twisted as it is by the foriegn blood of your father, I can sense the Curse of Metal within you."

"The Curse of Metal?" Antonius asked, stepping towards the ancient fish. "Is that what it is called?"

His father exchanged a look with his mother and they nodded. Antonius felt his mother put a hand on his back and guide him down. Confused, he followed her instructions and soon they were kneeling on the seafloor before the great pipe-fish.

"Great Yixuan Shan, if you aid us in this matter we will repay you in any way we are able," His mother spoke and Antonius gulped as it's attention sweeped over them.

"I have no demands but that you live on." It finally spoke. "I can sense the struggle you are to face. It is familiar to me and the struggle of your son is what my lover herself faced. I could not leave you to your plight. Not if I am to be true to my love."

"Do you… do you know of a cure?" His father finally spoke, looking up with his eyes wide. For a moment there was silence and Antonius felt hope surge within him.

"Perhaps I could have attempted to remove it at this early stage of your growth, but I could not hope to understand your blood of bronze and I dare not attempt to manipulate it," It explained. "There is no cure. You can merely hope to reach the next stages of your cultivation."

Antonius bowed his head. It was something he expected. "Then how will you aid us, oh ancient one?" His mother asked.

"Using the little power I have here, I can accelerate the growth of your son and allow him to reach the next stage quicker than he could on his own." It explained. "If you will allow me to teach you, I can also pass on a sliver of my own arts."

"I -" Antonius didn't know what to say, caught as he was between gratitude and disappointment. But he needed to say something here. "Thank you," He finally said. "Could you tell me your story, oh Yixuan Shan?"

"You would hear it?" The pipe-fish asked him and at his nod, it rumbled in mirth. "So be it then. Listen to me and listen well. The story of Yixuan Shan and the one he loved."

As he began to speak, Antonius listened. He would hear the tale and remember it. The least he could do was ensure that this tale would never be forgotten.
 
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Antonius Emmanuel Eleanora 10 - [Yuan 2: The Tale of Yixuan Shan]
[Yuan 2: The Tale of Yixuan Shan]

Once, long ago I was much smaller and much weaker than I am now. Barely the length of a man, I was a pet in a palace of gods. One among many creatures kept there because the Jade Emperor wished to keep what he thought beautiful at the heart of his power and so I would swim with others of my kind in a pool too big for me.

I was a mere beast then, incapable of any thoughts but that of my next meal. Then one day, something new happened. A few strange drops of silver fell into my pool. They were tiny delicate things that held such power. A curious brother found it and as he knew nothing more, he devoured the silver in his hunger. He found himself feeling full and then he felt a power spreading through himself.

His fins became like shining silver and his size increased several times over. A new awareness spread in his mind and he exalted in his new strength, swimming through the pool with wild abandon. His presence and activity attracted the attention of the Jade Emperor. He was displeased by this development and disliked what my brother had become. In anger, he smote at the pipefish and reduced him to a corpse.

Perhaps his servants would have removed my brother's corpse in time, but before they could the glittering flesh drew the rest of my kind and we devoured it in hunger. Once more, we grew in size but the power was spread between us. We were smaller and our fins barely glimmered with silver. It was enough that we were beneath the emperor's notice and thus we were allowed to live.

Perhaps this would have been the end of it. However, once more drops of silver fell into the pool and once more, a pipefish devoured it. Once more it grew much larger and once more, the Jade Emperor smote it down. He cared not for that beauty, he merely wished to preserve the beauty that he liked.

This cycle went on for many generations of pipefish until the silverfin was a part of us. While our collective size grew slowly, we grew smarter and more calculating in our methods of survival. Yet all yearned for the power of the silver drops. Some developed armor as they grew. Others tried to recover after the damage was inflicted. Some tried to hide from the Jade Emperor's eye and yet others used the waters around them to attack.

All of them failed to harm the emperor. Armor was torn asunder, corpses were charred beyond recovery. None could hide from his mind's eye and any methods of attack failed against his power. The only thing that saved us all from annihilation was that the Jade Emperor found our silver fins pleasing at a smaller size and took pride in tearing apart those that grew too large, like a gardener would in trimming a tree.

Then the day came when the drops of legendary silver fell before me. I was a little thing then and like every other before me, I was hit with the temptation to devour it and grow. Yet, through some glimmer of intelligence I decided not to. I knew what would come for me if I did, so I rejected it. Yet, I understood that if one of my siblings ate it then they would die in my place. Instead, I simply swallowed the drops and kept them in my mouth. This way no one would have to die and everyone would be happy.

But things were not so simple. The Jade Emperor was happy of course that his favored pets did not grow beyond his liking but the drops of silver still kept falling. I knew that my kin would attempt to devour it. So I decided that I would chase the drops and hide them away before anyone else could find them.

It was not so easy at first. Sometimes I succeeded and sometimes my kin did. They grew larger and they died from the Emperor's wrath. But I got better. I learnt to move faster than any of my kin. Rather than wait for a chance, I learnt to predict where the drops would fall. Then I learnt to predict when they would fall. There was a strange pattern there that I had learnt to comprehend.

Soon, nothing could pass by my resolute supervision and the time of the silver drops was but a memory to my people. The generations passed and I performed my self-appointed duty tirelessly. As what was difficult had become easy, what was easy had become a habit. My mind began to wander. It was an idle time for me when I could swim in leisure and simply watch the lives of my kin without fear of their death.

Then one day, like a bolt of lightning a thought occurred to me. I wondered to myself, where did the silver drops come from? I knew the emperor and his wrath. I knew my kin and my pool and the heavens above. Even though I had some knowledge of the drops, I didn't know this. It was a simple question but it had never occurred to me before.

But once it entered my mind, this question consumed me. I simply needed to know. They always fell from the sides of the pool but they could fall from anywhere. They always fell at least once during every cycle of the heavens but usually, it fell when the sky darkened and the moon came out. It didn't make any sense to me but I couldn't dare look to see where they came from. When they fell, I needed to rush to collect them lest my kin steal them from under me.

Still, the question burned at me. It itched inside of me. The silver drops were something to which I had dedicated my life yet, I knew nothing of what it was or where it came from. I wished to understand it. I wished to find its source. One day, I could hold myself back no longer. I decided to take the risk. I decided that I would go up to the surface of the pool and see from where the silver fell.

I remember that moment so well. The silver drops penetrated the water and as it travelled I rushed upwards like so many countless times before. This time I rushed past the drop, my curiosity driving me onwards. I broke the surface of the water and for a moment, I looked at the stars on the heavens and the light of the full moon. Then I looked upon the source of the silver and then I found myself enthralled by something else.

Before the pool, knelt a human woman so beautiful that it ached. Her skin was the silver of my fins but so much lovelier. Her hair and lips were a scarlet I had never seen before - not the emperor's flame or my kinsmen's blood but a shade in between. Her eyes were so completely black, I could see myself reflected in it. From those eyes fell her tears.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

They fell into my pool. The woman closed her eyes and I watched, transfixed as she quickly dried her tears with a silver cloth and when she opened them again, all the sorrow within her was gone. A light smile touched her lips and if I had not just seen her cry just then I would have even believed it to be true. Somehow, it made the sorrow before hurt even greater.

I simply watched her go and I was left with only her image in my eyes. As I recalled her tear-stricken face, suddenly I remembered my self-appointed duty and in desperation I dived into the water with a speed I had never achieved before. But even as a young pipefish attempted to drink the silver, my mind was on the woman. Even as I stole the drops away from him, my mind was on the woman.

Tears. They were silver tears. Why was the woman crying? The question haunted my thoughts. Another part of me worried for my brothers. How could I protect them if I found myself distracted? In the end, I came to a simple conclusion. I simply needed to make sure that she would no longer cry. This way everyone would be happy.

The next night, I went up again before any of the tears fell. Before the silver maiden arrived, I was already there. I watched as she secreted her way towards me and knelt in front of the pool under the moonlight. Once more, I was enthralled but this time she was not lost in her sorrow and she noticed me.

I wished to speak to her but I could not. For I held her tears in my throat and I could not understand her speech. Instead, I danced in the pool as my lost brothers had done in triumph but instead, I simply exulted in her attention. This time she did not cry. Her black eyes reflected only me and when she left, she left with a smile. It was nothing like what I had seen before and the sight of it, it inflamed my heart.

The next night she tried to speak to me but I could not understand her. But I gave her my attention as she had given me hers and once more she left with a smile. This was how our nights went now. She would see my dance and I would hear her words. Even if we could not understand each other, somehow we still connected.

Sometimes she would bring me food. Though I could not eat it, I still found joy in it because my siblings could. I wanted to give her a gift as well so I gave her the only thing I could - from the shifting sands below my pool I pulled one of the bones of dead brothers. It was all that remained of them from my sibling's hunger and the emperor's wrath. From it she fashioned a flute and I would dance to her mourning songs.

Though I was happy, I knew that she was still sad. At best, I was a distraction from her worries. I wondered about the source of her troubles and I realised that the only way I could find out was to understand her. So I listened and listened and listened and listened. Sounds became words and words became meanings. At some point, she understood what I was doing and began to teach me. I learnt to speak the way humans did. Even if I could not communicate, I could understand.

She spoke to me of the palace. She spoke to me of the beautiful and terrible things that she had seen there. She told me of the things the emperor kept. She spoke of the moods of the emperor and how the lives of all in the palace depended upon pleasing him. His displeasure brought destruction and his attention brought stagnation.

She spoke to me of her fears. Of the Curse of Metal that turned her into living silver and the petrification that would one day cut short her life. Though limited, her life still stretched longer than she had once imagined. But was a life lived under the whims of the Emperor any life at all?

She spoke to me of her dreams. Of the world that she had caught glimpses of. Of the ocean. Of the desert. Of the mountains. Of the plains. She told me of other lands beyond our own and even of the moon so close and yet so far. None of it which she would ever see.

Her words had struck me. Suddenly my pool felt so small. I dreamed of the places she told me of, places that neither of us had ever seen. Was I any different from her, I wondered? My brothers had chosen to challenge the emperor and so found destruction but like her I had chosen stagnation and I had not been content there. Every time I settled, I found I longed for more.

With her words setting my mind aflame, I turned my focus outwards. Even when she wasn't there I found myself on the surface of my waters studying the heavens and the world around me. My home was limited. All I could see were other things that the emperor prized. Creatures of all shapes and sizes. Materials crafted into lifelike statues.

From the woman's words, I began to put names to them. Tigers and scorpions, dragons and wolves. Art made from gold, silver, copper, crystal, jade and so many other materials. Slowly, it dawned upon me. The Jade Emperor sought the rarest of rarities and above all he loved to see them preserved forever. Just as he ensured that my kin would not change in a way he did not favor, would he not seek to ensure his other creatures would be so preserved?

The statues around us were of so many different creatures created in so many materials. Beasts and plants. Men and women. All carved into such lifelike statues yet all those I saw held such dark emotions. Fear. Anger. Horror. And some even held sorrow.

Those same emotions had begun to fill me and I wondered how much time we had truly had together. I resolved my mind. We could not stay here. Not me. Not her. Not my kin. Yet the question was how? Even as my nights were spent with her, my days were spent thinking of what I could do. The Jade Emperor was beyond me. I could never hope to face him.

And yet, I knew those who had tried. My fallen brothers had all attempted it and though they had failed, they had still tried. I remembered every trial, every battle and every tactic they had used. Armor would be useless. I could not face the Emperor head on. To hide would be useless, because I could not leave the pool. Healing also would not be enough. I would need to protect more than myself. I would need to heal them and to defend them. I would need to forge my own path out.

I needed to do it all. Then I remembered a single kin who had attempted to use the pool itself as a weapon. Did it not already enrich me and my kin? That, I decided. That was what I needed. I needed some way to attack and defend. I needed some way to leave the pool. I needed some way to take my kin with me. All I had to do was take the pool itself with me. If I could move it, I could move my kin and I could shape it to defend or attack in any way I pleased.

And so, with this knowledge I planned my escape. Slowly, bit by bit I created my weapon and then one night when the woman came, I was ready. Before she could speak, for the first time ever I spoke to her instead. "Come with me," I told her, my voice echoing through my waters. Even in this dire time, this capability to communicate with her filled me with joy. "I will free you from this palace prison."

She was delighted to hear me speak. Then she was afraid of what I proposed. She feared and hesitated but finally she agreed with me. None of us wanted to remain here. All of us wanted to be free. With her agreement, I began to move. I danced around the pool as my kin had done but I did not dance in joy or triumph. I felt simple resolve.

I swam around the pool, frantically forcing it to move. My kin fearfully swarmed to the middle of the water and I guided them there. Then slowly, but firmly the water began to rise. As I rose I began to grow. For my entire life, I guarded those tears of silver in my throat. Finally, I had swallowed them. This was how I could speak and this was where I drew my strength.

I felt the power of the silver bloom in my body and right before the eyes of the silver woman, I grew and grew and grew. As my power increased, I channeled it into my silver fins all the better to control my weapon. I summoned the place that had been my birthright but I had never seen. I summoned forth the sea.

Water surged forth and as I swam through the air, it followed me. The silver lady watched as I grew to what I am now and the palace crashed and groaned and thundered as it could not contain me. Even as I moved, I felt her step upon my back and I took her and my kin to the sky and to somewhere far away where none could find us.

But the Jade Emperor barred our way. In our escape, much of his collection had been damaged or broken. Beasts ran amok and priceless art lay forever broken. We were the only target for his anger as he watched us try to swim to freedom. He had such wrath and fury, we felt him before we saw him. He struck at us with the spells of crimson flame that had burned my brothers but so much hotter and brighter.

But what flame of fury could stand against an ocean born of love? His will to harm was born from greed and pride. Instead I fought for my very life. I fought to protect the kin he slain for so many years. I fought to protect the love he had threatened since before I could think. Though he should have been far stronger than I, in that moment I could quench his flames.

Yet even then, I could only barely match him. His power was seemingly endless as he sent forth his scarlet suns. Even in quenching them, parts of my ocean turned to steam. But as I summoned more water, I struggled to move further into the skies. If I could only reach far enough, we could outrun him.

But the Emperor was not alone. Though he had struck with fury, he had not stuck us blindly. Even as I struggled, I realised with horror that more and more enemies appeared. He had summoned his armies and slowed us enough to let them come. For a moment, I felt such doom and sorrow.

Then a flute song filled the air. It was a mourning song that awakened in me the images of my fallen brothers. It filled me with the struggle I had felt in those long years. It was not a song of mortal suffering. It was a song of eternity and those that died to it. It was a song of power and those that suffered under its heels. It was the song of one who knew they would die and could only smile and bear it.

The song of the silver maiden echoed through the army of the Jade Emperor, none of whom were ever spared from his whims. Even as the Jade Emperor stared at us in anger, his army was transfixed and struck dumb. They were unable to act against the emotions in her spell. Though the emperor kept up his attack, without his army he could only slow us down. All he could do was stare at us in impotent fury.

And then soon we were free. We swam through the air and claimed the heavens. As free as the moon and the stars. We flew over mountains and deserts. We watched gleefully as those below us looked up in awe. I swam towards the call of the ocean, far from the Jade Emperor's reach.

We swam until I was too tired to continue and then we landed in a patch of islands formed by coral reefs. There, I released my grip on my pool and let my kin swim freely. There, as the silver maiden sat in the reefs, I saw her face alight with true joy. Not the feigned smiles she kept for the emperor. Not the half-hearted smiles that hid hints of sadness. But a beautiful twinkling laughter born simply from the freedom of being able to do so.

I caused that laughter. I freed her from her misery. After all of our struggles, seeing her like that… It was perhaps the greatest moment of my life.

But now there was much work to do. We hid among the coral reefs and there, I made a home for my kin. With my new powers I crafted a protected alcove where they could grow. I did not know if they could grow as large as I but I wanted to give them the chance to.

Here, I also came to know the silver lady. She would watch me dance among the reefs in joy as I once danced in my pool. I was so much bigger now that it was impossible. Every turn caused whirlpools and every twitch of my fin caused tidal waves. She would watch me and laugh, floating safely at a distance as she watched me attempt to emulate my youth. This is where she gave me my name: Yixuan Shan - He who is joyful among the coral.

I watched her float above me, joy making her skin shine with a silver light. It struck me then that she was so much like that beautiful distant moon. Then a name came to me for her as well: Chang-e after an ancient goddess of the moon from those tales she had told me. She loved the name and happily took it as her own.

But even that time came to an end. Not through any danger or disaster. She was beautiful as always. My kin were growing fat and strong. No, it was the most insidious of feelings. One that neither her nor I had felt before. The feeling that brought an end to our joy was something that she gave the name of 'boredom'. After nessacery work and all our play, we simply couldn't find anything else to do.

And so our thoughts returned to the dreams we had once talked about. Though I knew not how to get to the moon or another sea, the Third Sea was within reach and we wanted to visit all of it. The first place we visited was the Organ Meat Desert. It was a strange place so devoid of qi and formed from the remains of the great turtle child who once carried the continent on its back.

It was a fellow creature of the sea, hurt by the depredations of a single man much like me and my brothers. Yet Chang-e was human too and she was the companion I loved. When I thought about it, I found it hard to wrap my mind around it. The minds of humans were so varied and vast. Most of our journeys were like that - filled with thought and discussion. Where once she was the teacher, now I could converse with her as an equal.

Our trips were a lot like that. I would swim in the skies with my ocean below me and she would sit on my back. I had learnt to compress my size by then. Where before I was so small compared to her and where after growing, she had become so tiny I had instead settled into a more moderate size. I was large enough to have her comfortably sit upon by back but small enough not to be completely dwarfed by her.

That smaller, nimbler size was the only thing that saved us from the assassin's ambush. The Jade Archer didn't attempt to hide his attack. The moment the arrow left his quiver, his presence was known to all. He did not need to hide. That one arrow was the strongest attack we had ever sensed, beyond the Jade Emperor. Beyond any other within this Sea.

It parted my waters as if they weren't even there and would have slain us if I had not sensed it and was able to move just enough to turn the killing blow to a mere wounding one. As my blood mixed with my ocean, I focused every bit of my mind upon keeping us in the air. I could barely defend or fly. More arrows flew towards us, none as strong as the first but still enough to finish me.

Chang-e attempted to defend us. With the fishbone flute on her lips, she once again played the song of mourning. It did not slow the Archer down. He had grown in power and was beyond its effect, but it reminded me of our struggles and helped center me. I found enough strength to push onwards and begin to flee. Chang-e drew upon another artifact she had formed and summoned a sandstorm to obscure us. It was enough for us to escape from his sights.

Guided by the sound of the mourning song, I flew with a desperation that I had never felt before. I didn't know if he still chased us, but I went towards the only place I could: Home. After an unknown span of time, I felt the presence of my kin and dove into the sea to recover with only Chang-e to watch over me.

I awoke to her tending my wounds. A large chunk of my mid-center had been torn off and she sat there stitching back the pieces of my body with a silver thread of her own creation.

We had been naive. We thought that we were free from the Jade Emperor's grasp and we had thought that we were invincible after cowing his army. The Jade Archer could have killed me and with my death, Chang-e's would have surely followed. It was mere luck that prevented it.

Our time of freedom had come to an end. It was only a matter of time before the Jade Archer found our home and then it would not only be us who were in danger but so would my kin. Chang-e offered to leave, to run. To lead them away from us. But after everything, how could I allow that? Our fates were intertwined since that first tear that had dropped into our pool.

I asked her if we could stay in the corals. We had made a beautiful home there and we could happily live out the rest of our lives in each other's company. But Chang-e refused that. It would be no different to being trapped within the Emperor's palace once more, she argued and even if we hid they would only have to find us once. And even if we were to live there, she herself was still afflicted by her Curse of Metal and my own lifespan was uncertain.

In the end, we could only fight back. As my own wounds healed, we planned what we would do. Now that he was aware of our capabilities, the Jade Emperor would have countermeasures so we could not strike at him directly. Yet we knew the Jade Emperor and we knew that we had offended him greatly. If he could, he would have come himself and with all of his armies. That he had only sent the Jade Archer meant that he could only send the Jade Archer.

Defeating him may mean freedom and at the very least, it meant more time for us to prepare. And so, we began to plan our own ambush. Our weapons were honed to perfection and our bodies were healed. And then we picked our battleground.

The time for the Yuan-Man-As-World-Mountain Array to activate was coming and it was something we had seen before in our travels. The enriched qi in the air would greatly aid our arts while giving minimal benefit to the Jade Archer who relied far more on preparation. That was where we thought to fight.

In order to escape detection, I learnt to shape my water into clouds so that we could move through the air without arousing suspicion and drawing our enemy to our home. Once we arrived there however, we found a plateau that served our needs and announced our presence. Even if the Jade Archer did not see us, others would see us and he would hear of us through them.

And so we waited. In the first week, Chang-e layered the earth with a silver array to empower us and weaken all others. In the second week, I dug a lake and infused it with my qi to have easy access to water. In the third week, we spent our time harmonising them together. That was when the Jade Archer struck. As we had expected, we did not sense him until he attacked but we were ready.

The Array of Silver burned bright as Chang-e deflected his arrows. Though it succeeded, his arrows were also silver and disrupted the array. It would not work again, but it gave me enough time to summon my ocean and prepare myself to block any arrows. Chang-e prepared an artifact to strike at him even as he hid beyond my reach.

Then another arrow appeared from a completely different direction. Even that I blocked. Then it came from another and another and another. Every arrow seemed to come from a different point and though I could defend against it, it was impossible to strike back. His presence appeared at the moment of attack and then he would disappear like he was never there.

Then an arrow penetrated my waters and I was forced to bear his attack. It struck my scales and though I was bloodied, no major damage was done. Chang-e recognised the metal of the arrow. Iron infused with a Dao of Disruption to pass through our defences. It was almost certainly taken from one with a curse similar to her own.

The grim reminder of our fate should we fall here only served to drive us on. Even as he attacked us with a variety of materials, I perfected my own defence. It was infuriating to have to simply stall him. If he was within reach, I could end him but as it was my waters could strike only so far and the Jade Archer never risked coming into my range.

Finally, he unleashed his strongest blow. The same arrow that had nearly ended us before was fired from his bow. Though we were ready, it was not something we could have normally blocked. This is where our chosen location and our preparations came through.

For three weeks, the array of silver had absorbed the qi of the mountains. I channeled that into my lake. Even as the arrow came, I summoned the water I had stored there. I called it up as a torrent and though the arrow made it through, it had been deflected just enough that it flew over us harmlessly.

The Jade Archer had used his trump card and now we were in a position to exploit his weakness. This was what we had been waiting for. We just had to catch a glimmer of his presence and Chang-e could strike him down with the artifact that she had already prepared. We waited for his next attack, ready to fight back.

Unfortunately, the next attack never came. It slowly dawned on my mind what may have happened. The Jade Archer had found himself at a disadvantage and could have simply fled. We were not dealing with the Jade Emperor who was subject to his whims and passions, instead we were dealing with his deadly assassin who in his cold logic could have opted for retreat.

In that moment, I felt like all of our preparation had been for naught and the realisation came to me that there was no way to force him to face us. We had to keep on facing him but he only had to succeed once. In hindsight, I know that there were many solutions to our dilemma but in that moment, our battle felt so hopeless to me.

It was exactly the opening the Jade Archer had been waiting for. An arrow of iron flew past my slackened defence and struck the silver-scaled fins I used to control my ocean. It wasn't a killing blow, so it had been harder to sense. Instead, it simply crippled my method of defending us.

My waters lashed out of my control and pain wracked through my body, but I still felt the realisation in Chang-e's aura. He had not fled. He had simply hidden and waited for the chance we had given him. And in that moment of miscalculation, he had hurt me.

An emotion welled up within her - fear for me and concern. It was not joy or sorrow or rage or anything you would expect in the battlefield. Instead, it was naked concern - something I had not even seen when I was wounded last.

So unexpected was the emotion and so beautiful was her expression that despite all my wounds and pain, I was simply struck dumb. It was such a surprising image that I felt even the Jade Archer faltered.

Then Chang-e was gone. She had activated the artifact she had prepared and hurled herself in the archer's direction. The last image I have of her is moving through the air, hair flying freely and eyes sharpening with focus. Even as she showed me her true anger, she was still so beautiful.

Then she was gone and I could only sense the clash between them. I was stuck beyond reach, my control disrupted enough that I could not reach her. I slowly, desperately brought my power under control drawing freely from our array to speed my healing. I could hear her song, I could feel the bursts of qi that indicated arrows. Yet, by the time I was able to join them all that remained was the evidence of the battle.

Of the Jade Archer there was no sign save the varied qi of the materials he had used suffusing the air. Of Chang-e there was merely her artifacts. I found her fishbone mourning flute shattered and discarded. I found some of the other treasures she had made. But there was no body, no sign of the release of qi that accompanied death.

I waited there as I recovered fully, hoping that she would return or perhaps her killer would and I would have my vengeance. But no one came. I know now, that at the very least she survived and lived long enough to pass on her bloodline but at the time I had nothing but hope and despair.

I returned home once I healed and though I looked for her, she was not there. I stayed there for a time as I ensured that my kin were safe. I searched all the places we had gone to, but I could not find her anywhere.

Finally, I returned to Yuan and left a scale here with a fragment of my will. The heightened qi every century served to preserve my mind and should she ever return, I thought that she would at least have a piece of me to aid her.

But she never did and that is where my recollection ends. My greater self had planned to journey on to the Jade Emperor's palace, reasoning that it could be the last place he could think of to look for Chang-e.

I know not whether he met her again or what occurred there for neither he nor Chang-e ever returned here. Enough time has passed that both of us are almost certainly dead. After so long, I am glad to hear something of her and though it was never something I expected I have come face to face with you who are her descendants.

You have even inherited her curse and struggle even as my kin once did. I have endured long enough in this world - allow me to spend what is left of my time here to aid you however I can. In this manner, I can at least honor her memory and her struggles.
 
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