The Path Unending (A Cultivation Quest)

261. Chain of Command
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> With refusal. Clerk Ni knows not what he asks for, and I will educate him. Even if he insists, the Fractal View will remain where it is, and I will remain far away from the testing treasure.
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Clerk Ni's mouth moves as he says something else, but I cannot hear his words. I am far too lost in my own thoughts to even attempt to comprehend whatever it is he is saying. It is as if the twisted form inflicted upon me by Tiaoyue is reaching out from within me, flooding my mind with memories of when wearing its reptilian flesh was my only choice. Trying and failing to do something as simple as get out of bed. Watching as my talon-like hand shook, fighting to hold a smudging stick. Dozens of tiny flinches as others look upon me with confusion and judgement. All those and more play out behind my eyes as I stare at Clerk Ni.

But no revulsion rises in me to meet those memories. There is no hate either, and certainly no fear. Instead, a cold, clear emptiness spreads from my stomach to the rest of my body, devouring every drop of emotion and replacing it with only clarity. I watch almost from the outside as my back straightens and breath evens out while the ice cold sensation covers me like a funeral shroud.

Daiyu touches my arm and her mouth moves soundlessly, fury steadily building on her face. I still cannot hear what she says, but I reach out and rest my hand atop hers. At her confused look, I shake my head before retreating back into my thoughts. The images of the twisted half-form vanish as I instead turn my mind towards a far more important purpose: namely, determining how to answer Clerk Ni's demand.

A small, petty part of me wants to simply obey. It would only take removing a single piece for the entire effect to shatter. The Ivory Ferryman will vanish in favor of the half-form, giving Clerk Ni exactly what he wants. Perhaps he would stare. Perhaps he would shudder. Perhaps he would slip from his saddle. Regardless, he knows not what he asks for, and giving it to him would be a petty but potent pleasure.

And then afterwards, I would have to deal with the consequences. I would have to labor through at least the rest of the day in the half-form, and no matter how much that would shake Clerk Ni it does not seem worth it. Would I have to learn to walk again? I know not, but it does not seem impossible. No, the Fractal View stays where it is.

A much louder part of my soul bellows, and if it were not for the dispassionate numbness I suspect I would heed it. It calls for anger, for rage, for fury, for me to respond to the Clerk with the same venom he spews upon us all. He dares ask me to deactivate my opus, born from the love of my Father and Clan, and take a broken form simply for his own petty squabbles and ego?! Anger the likes of which I've never felt before threatens to bubble up out of me- but fades as it enters the still waters of my mind.

No. This is no time for anger. Anger is counterproductive. Anger is a fire that would burn both the Clerk and me, possibly rising to take Daiyu and Zhuan Kun in its grasp as well. I am not blind to their own outrage. Zhuan Kun's is born from the offense leveled against his family while Daiyu's is a white hot protective rage born from her concern for me, but neither is less explosive than my own. If I give in to it, the others will follow, and only the spirits above know what will happen then.

I will… simply explain the folly of Clerk Ni's request. I will inform him of what would happen and how detrimental it would be to the mission. If afterwards, after he knows what he is asking for, he insists…

…if he insists, only then will it be time for anger.

I let out a slow, shuddering breath, and feel some small part of the numbness retreat. "You have made yourself abundantly clear, Clerk Ni," I say, my voice sounding too loud in the stillness that surrounds us. "But that is an exceedingly poor idea, and I cannot follow it."

Something dark flashes across Clerk Ni's face, something I've never seen before, and Daiyu seems to grow large in her anger as she sees it as well. But again, I rest my hand on hers, and her mouth snaps shut with an audible click. "Perhaps the problem is that your dossier on me is incomplete," I continue. "And so you may not know certain things about me. That is my fault; I should have informed you of them sooner."

I reach up and grab the Fractal View as it hangs from my neck, admiring its weight as it sits in the palm of my hand. "During my time in the Delving Heart, I suffered… let us say an unfortunate turn of events. In its aftermath, my body was left…" Twisted. Broken. Wrong. "...changed. I was left barely able to walk or even to truly function at first. It was only through long, arduous effort that I was able to reclaim some semblance of my abilities- and even now, the work is not yet complete."

The light of the Fractal View dances in my grip, casting a brilliant glare that shines even in the midday sun. "Were I anyone else, I suspect I would still be struggling to make my body my own again. But I was able to construct this charm, the Fractal View, and use it to twist the anam left within me to my own ends. If it were to be disabled, I would have no choice but to resume the form it's currently suppressing."
Diplomacy Check: 5d10s6(1.1) (An Uncomfortable Authenticity). Dice Rolled: 9, 5, 3, 3, 2. 1.1, rounded down to 1 Success!

As I speak, Clerk Ni's anger seems to fade. He takes in everything I say with a carefully schooled expression that must have been drilled into him during his training in the bureaucracy. When I finish, he considers my words for a moment before letting out a low breath. "That… I see. I had wondered as to your shifting forms, but…" he stops and shakes his head. "I should have asked about the purpose of your charms before asking you to remove them."

A ghost of a smile crosses my face and even Daiyu's expression becomes a hair less hostile. But that only lasts until Clerk Ni continues. "Nevertheless, this change is necessary for the completion of our mission. You will not be without your charm for long, though. As soon as we have finished surveying Mohei, you will be able to reactivate it."

He nods once to himself, as if happy with his 'solution'. I barely move. Perhaps I did not truly convey just how off-putting the form is, or how much it hinders my abilities. Or maybe I spoke well and Clerk Ni simply did not wish to hear it. Regardless, simply explaining matters has failed.

Now it is time for simple defiance.

"No," I say simply. "I will not be deactivating my charm at all. My apologies for any inconveniences that may cause, but I assure you that anything you think you may gain from stowing my charm will be lost by uncovering what it contains."

Clerk Ni's calm expression fractures, and a small hint of his venom rears its head once more. "Disciple Kong," he says slowly. "I do not believe I was unclear. This is not a suggestion. It is-"

"But it was," I say finally, interrupting him much to his surprise. Memories of my lectures from Sister Xiong flood my mind, her lessons and preparations for this mission coming to the forefront of my thoughts. "A suggestion, that is. After all, though we are here to guard you, Clerk Ni, we are not bound to obey your orders."

There is a moment's pause before both Daiyu and Zhuan Kun's heads snap towards me as if drawn by a lodestone. "I beg your pardon?" Daiyu asks, voice low.

I do not take my eyes from Clerk Ni. "We are here to facilitate the examination," I continue, meeting his eyes with an unblinking azure stare. "We are here to safeguard the treasure. We are here to ensure you reach every destination you mean to go to. But we are not yours to order around, Clerk. If your 'suggestions' go against our assignment, not only are we to discard them, we are duty bound to go against them."

Clerk Ni cannot respond before Zhuan Kun interrupts. "We… are not under the Clerk's command?" he asks, a light note in his voice akin to that of a child finding out that today is an unexpected holiday.

I frown and look from one of my companions to the other. "I… do not think we are?" I answer after a moment. Their confusing reaction is enough to shake my certainty and put me on the back foot. "Did your court give you differing instructions?"

Daiyu's face creases as she wracks her brain. "We were instructed to… afford His Imperial Glory's representative every courtesy," she says slowly. "And to heed his wisdom when at all possible."

"So it was suggested that you follow his orders without ever actually being told that you had to," I say, understanding dawning on me. I shrug and shake my head before returning my gaze to Clerk Ni. "I received no such suggestions."

The bureaucrat sits frozen in his pony's saddle. He may as well be a stone statue for all the emotion he shows; only the slight rise and fall of his chest would tell a passer-by that he was alive at all. After a moment he sits forward, and it seems as if he may launch into another tirade to convince us of his authority.

As he does, our gazes lock.

Relationship Change: Clerk Ni Weiyan -1! (0: Neutral!

I cannot say what he sees in my eye. But whatever it is, it gives him pause. Clerk Ni sits silently for a long moment and tension grows in his shoulders. Finally, his mouth closes with an audible click and he turns his mount, cantering away from us without another word.

He doesn't get far before we send our steeds trotting after him. As we do, my companions' horses pull up on either side of Quishu. Zhuan Kun makes no effort to keep his voice down when he says, "Your reasoning is sound. It is good that logic has won the day."

Daiyu leans over on my other side, voice pitched for my ears only. "I will admit that while following my instincts may have been enjoyable in the short term, that was quite satisfying in its own way."

A wide smile grows on her face. "Oh, and Zhi?" she murmurs. "Your kind nature and desire for everyone to get along does you credit. It is one of the things that drew us together, after all. But I have never been able to say this before, so I will say it now. Those moments where you put your foot down? They are some of my favorites."

A kiss brushes against my cheek and she cracks Sunswift's reins, sending him forward to catch up with the aggrieved bureaucrat. I can only watch her go, a too-wide smile on my face.
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On the other hand, Zhuan Kun makes no move to hasten his mount. He glances between Daiyu and I. It seems like a small, yet noticeable smirk actually sprouts on his face for half a moment. But it does not last long before he returns his gaze to Clerk Ni's retreating back. The noble's face resumes its traditional stoic mask- and he flicks his wrist.

His satchel of scrolls appears in an instant. Zhuan Kun snatches it out of the air and begins to search through it. It isn't long before he sends the bag back into his stasis ring, leaving him holding one slim volume. I only catch a brief glimpse of it before he unfurls it, hiding the title from view as he pours through its contents.

It reads Full Analysis of Examination Assignment Parameters.
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"Are you certain?"
I bite my tongue to keep my instinctive response from bubbling up out of me. At this point, my teeth have found my tongue so many times that it is starting to become sore. But I manage to keep hold of my temper once again and instead offer a short nod. "Yes, Clerk. I am certain."

Clerk Ni considers me for a moment before pulling ahead of Quishu. He rides in silence for several minutes before shaking his head and allowing his pony to slow and fall next to the loamwalker once more. "There is no room for mistakes now, Disciple Kong. Are you certain you found no stragglers?"

It is quite incredible how annoying three simple words can become if they've been repeated enough. When we arrived at the small village of Mohei, I had no aversion to the words 'are you certain' at all, not in any combination or order whatsoever. But ever since we left Mohei behind, two of its residents ordered to report to the Delving Heart, and that one question has become the bane of my existence. Every ten minutes, the bureaucrat has found another way to ask the same question over and over again.

We left Mohei when the sun was just beginning to dip from its zenith. It is now setting over the sea.

My patience is being tested.

This time, I do not bite my tongue so much as chomp on it with the full strength of my jaw. The sting distracts me from my annoyance just the slightest amount, and I am able to force an almost sickly smile onto my face. "I am certain there none were hiding from the examination," I say, voice forcibly level. "And I am beginning to think you doubt my competence, Clerk Ni. If you are not prepared to accept my word, then I do not understand why you charged me with searching for stragglers in the first place."

Clerk Ni looks away, a bit of annoyance writ large on his own features. "Because you are well suited for it," he says, voice surly.

In truth, he is not wrong. My frequent trips to the Stallion's Garden have left my Sixth Sense considerably more developed than my companions, and it was a simple matter to turn it towards searching for those refusing the test. If moving me from the administration of the paperwork to patrolling the perimeter was the only change Clerk Ni made to our routine, I could accept it.

However, it was not. In Mohei, Clerk Ni insisted on altering our normal stations even after my refusal to serve as his guard for reasons that are beyond me. By his 'request', I searched the perimeter, Daiyu served as his guard, and Zhuan Kun administered the paperwork. After flatly denying Clerk Ni's previous orders, it hadn't seemed wise to push him again, lest his head explode from fury, and we had all silently agreed to perform the examination from unfamiliar stations.

It had all gone surprisingly without issue. Between Clerk Ni's brusque introduction and Zhuan Kun's confusion with the concept of paperwork, it had seemed destined for disaster. But as it turned out, my senses were more than able to search the village, Daiyu proved a friendly face to those nervous during their examination, and Zhuan Kun… well, I had almost forgotten that we were still well within the remit of Jingyi's Summit, and the villagers were more than happy to assist the Young Master with his duties. The result was a sheaf of well-organized documents that Clerk Ni glowered at before stuffing in his bag.

The success of his 'plan' did nothing to improve Clerk Ni's mood. But rather than focus on Zhuan Kun, his attention turned squarely to me and my failure to apprehend any possible shirkers. The fact that there were no shirkers whatsoever for me to apprehend seems to boggle his mind and clash with his understanding of the world. No matter how many times I tell him there were no hidden prospects left untested, his response is always the same.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see the bureaucrat turn towards me once again. Whatever embarrassment my last answer gave him, he seems to have conquered it. "But are you well and truly certain, Disciple Kong?" he asks. "If not, there is no shame in saying so. We must be absolutely sure that all stones have been turned in pursuit of His mission-"
Whatever look grows on my face must be a sight to behold. Not only do Clerk Ni's words die upon his lips, Daiyu takes it upon herself to guide Sunswift in between Quishu and Clerk Ni's pony. She glances at me for a split second before turning to Clerk Ni. "We need to stop and set up camp soon," she says casually, acting as if they have been in the middle of a conversation for hours. "If the maps are accurate, we should be reaching a small stream within the hour. That may be the most suitable campsite for you, Clerk Ni."

Clerk Ni tries to glower at me, but no matter where he moves his head, Daiyu keeps herself interposed between the two of us. Eventually, he sighs and turns his focus to the sun above. "If we pitch camp this early, we will be wasting daylight," he says. "We will press on past the stream and find another spot further down the path."

Daiyu considers Clerk Ni's words, tapping her finger to her lips. "Of course, Clerk," she says, the very picture of respect and duty fulfilled. "We shall press on as much as we can. My only worry is that the ground after the stream gets far less even, and we will have to be more vigilant with where our mounts set their feet. Not to mention that finding another proper campsite in such surroundings while the sun is already setting may prove a challenge, and cost far more time than we would save by pressing forward."

The bureaucrat chews over her words for a moment. He does not answer her concerns directly, instead letting out a noise that could be anything from a grunt of approval to an annoyed scoff. "I will make a final decision when we reach the stream," he eventually mutters.

"Very good," Daiyu answers primly. "Whatever your decision is, we will of course abide."

In the face of Daiyu's overwhelming, if bland, respect, Clerk Ni finds himself disarmed. His temper is still boiling but he can hardly vent it on Daiyu without being utterly irrational. Zhuan Kun and I are far more appealing targets, but the former is still carefully studying his scroll without paying the Clerk any mind, and I find myself shielded by Daiyu's pleasant smile. In the end, Clerk Ni scoffs once more and pulls ahead, leaving me thankfully free of more inane questioning.

The silence seems to do him some good at the very least. When we reach the stream Daiyu spoke of, he does not insist we press on into the hilly area beyond. Instead we pitch camp, lighting our campfire as Clerk Ni set up his plush tent. Mere minutes after we've staked the mounts, he has tucked himself away in its velvet confines, cocooned in his soft fabrics and shielded from the outside world.

I watch the tent flap swing closed before turning to my companions. "If he asks me if I actually did my tasks again, I may lose my mind," I say with a sigh.

"I would very much enjoy seeing that," comes Zhuan Kun's immediate response.

"Please don't," Daiyu interjects with a sigh. She gives Zhuan Kun a chiding look as she rests a hand on my forearm. "Clerk Ni may be acting… uncouth, but we shouldn't abandon all civility towards him yet. Remember he can always find a way to become more unpleasant. He is, after all, still a member of the Imperial Bureaucracy."

Zhuan Kun casts a baleful look towards the bureaucrat's tent flap. "For now, he is," the noble mutters.

"Yes, but we are in the now," Daiyu responds. "What may happen in the future is a matter for the future. In the present, he is still a representative of His Imperial Glory, no matter how badly behaved he is. We must hold our tempers for a few weeks more. Then he will be the Jackal's problem, and we focus on much more pressing matters than a bureaucrat's pique."

I cannot help but cast a wry look at Daiyu. "I cannot help but notice that you are cautioning me to hold my temper," comes my dry answer. "That feels odd in a way I'm having trouble explaining."

Daiyu flushes and smacks lightly at my shoulder with the back of her hand. "Oh, you would prefer I let loose my temper?" she shoots back, but her lips curl into a slight smirk that belies any actual anger. "Rest assured he is still remarkably infuriating. I just find it far easier to bear when I remember that his poor behavior has already sown a harvest he is not prepared for."

I cannot argue with that. Clerk Ni's attitude towards us is one thing. His attitude towards the Zhuan Clan as a whole is quite another. And his attitude towards the Zhuan Kun after they afforded him every courtesy and hosted him within their own compound? It will be a wonder if Clerk Ni's career is merely ruined after all of this is said and done.

"Still," I answer even as I nod along with Daiyu's words. "He may face consequences in the future, but that does not make him any less insufferable right now."
Daiyu shakes her head. "Then let us dwell on it no more for the evening," she says soothingly, glancing between Zhuan Kun and I. "Let's finish setting camp. Then we've a whole night where we need not even think about Clerk Ni save for complaining about how loudly he snores."

Again, she is not wrong. I nod to her and turn my attention back to the small matters that we must attend to for a proper camp. More fuel for the fire is gathered, Sunswift and Zhuan Kun's mare are tended to, and Quishu is led slightly outside of camp so I can re-stake her with a longer tether to better allow her to forage. Water is gathered, a small snack is had, and then we've nothing left to do for the evening save guard the ungrateful Clerk.
Rather than wander away to train or practice before the game board, Zhuan Kun walks over to where Daiyu and I sit on a log near the fire. "Do we plan to further our studies of the Worldstream tonight?" he asks, the Sen's pill case in his hand.

"Perhaps," Daiyu chuckles. "But do you even need to work on it any longer? I would have thought your Technique Masters would insist on full integration the moment they saw that you had begun work on it."

Zhuan Kun nods once. "They did. However, I deemed it inefficient. There were many other flaws in my techniques and gaps in my skills that can only be addressed by their tutelage. The Worldstream can easily be trained in far less guided settings, like this one."

His words sound practiced, and might even be convincing to others. Doubtless they are the ones he used on the Technique Masters in the Summit. But the fact that he's asking at all instead of simply sitting down and taking the pills is enough for Daiyu and I to trade a look and a smile, much to the noble's confusion. "I think we can work on the Worldstream," Daiyu answers. "Zhi?"

I consider the idea. Working on the Worldstream is a priority; it has already proven quite useful with only the bare minimum of integration. Having its full power ready to be commanded can only be a good thing. But there's dozens of things I could work on, not the least of which is the Sorrowborne Guardian from the Twelve Winds auction. Secrets to a whole chamrcrafting tradition lie buried in its bones, secrets I can-

-as one, all of our heads snap up. Zhuan Kun cocks his head to the side, listening intently. Daiyu scans the surrounding shadows, a cold veil falling over her violet eyes. For my own part, I focus on my Sixth Sense, on the anam around us.

There is something out there.

I know not what it is. But there is something beyond our fire's light moving just beyond my vision.

"It is using the sounds of the stream to hide its moments," Zhuan Kun murmurs, voice low enough that we only hear it thanks to our enhanced senses.

Daiyu shakes her head- but not at Zhuan Kun's words. "They are," she stresses. "I cannot see how many there are, but there is more than one out there- many more."

I redouble my focus on the ephemeral sense behind my eyes. "They are weak," I answer softly. "I can barely detect any fluctuations in the ambient anam. Either they are so weak that any one of us could deal with them, or they can craft a veil so strong that we should be worried."

We trade looks once again. "Spirit Beasts?" Daiyu murmurs.

I shake my head. "If they were Spirit Beasts, their anam is weak enough that their instincts would rule them. They would have fled or attacked by now. Perhaps Bandits?"

"Unlikely," Zhuan Kun answers flatly. "While banditry has not yet been fully eradicated, the Summit Guard are ruthless when it is discovered. All save the most cunning have already been hunted down, and those smart enough to evade the Guard would be smart enough to give our camp a wide berth."

Those are very nice words, both Zhuan Kun's and my own. But they do nothing to change the fact that somewhere out there, beyond the circle of light cast by our campfire, something is lurking.

Something is lurking outside your camp and not coming closer. How do you deal with the threat?
[] Aggressively. If something is out there, we must root it out immediately. One of us will remain on guard while the others go out and proactively hunt the threat.
[] Curiously. If something out there is smart enough to hide from us, perhaps it is smart enough to communicate with? We will hail the interlopers and see what can be learned.
[] Defensively. If something is out there, our duty is to protect the camp. We will set a vigilant guard and keep our focus squarely on the area around us.
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262. That Which Cannot Be Expected
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> Curiously. If something out there is smart enough to hide from us, perhaps it is smart enough to communicate with? We will hail the interlopers and see what can be learned.
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Daiyu's hand falls to her hip and rests on New Moon. Zhuan Kun stands with his muscles relaxed, taking a step back until he stands directly in front of Clerk Ni's tent. Both of them are primed, ready to leap at any threat that dares cross the border of our firelight. For my own part I reach down, plucking Chui Dao from my waist as it extends into its elongated war form.

But I don't take a step back. Moving back beside Zhuan Kun would cost us the advantage of Chui Dao's reach without providing anything more than another body guarding the Clerk that Zhuan Kun does not need. But more importantly, retreating to a purely defensive posture would gain us nothing.

What is out there? Is it a person? A Spirit Beast? A Kukuni? What aspects do they hold? How are they blending in so perfectly with the ambient anam? Are they even truly hostile? The way they lurk just out of sight even now lends itself to such a thought, but they have yet to attack. Most aggressors would have sprung from the shadows the moment their cover was blown, yet whatever dwells beyond our campfire has not taken a single step towards us.

No, a defensive stance is not the answer here. Not yet, at least- not without trying to find out as much as I can. There is little that is more important to a fight than intelligence; I must at least attempt to gather some before a blow is thrown.

So I step forward, Chui Dao in my hand. "Hail" I call into the darkness. "Hail the traveler! Can you understand my words?"

Diplomacy Check: 5d10s7(1.2). Dice Rolled: 10, 8, 7, 6, 1, 2. 2.4, rounded down to 2 Successes!

Zhuan Kun inhales sharply but Daiyu grabs his wrist, silently calming him before he can say anything. At least one of my teammates understands what I'm doing. I pay them little mind, though. All of my focus is on the darkness beyond our firelight, on the small, barely noticeable anam signatures my Sixth Sense detects. "If your intentions are honest, step forward!" I call out. "If you reveal yourself now, no harm will befall you!"

The anam signatures in my mind seem to almost freeze in place. They no longer move around the campsite, instead seeming to shiver where they stand. I turn towards the closest one and address it directly. "But if you've ill intent, look elsewhere," I continue. "You will find no easy meat here. Anything you could possibly gain will be well and truly paid for with something more dear than coin!"

Silence follows my pronouncement. The song of the insects in the tall grasses seems to fade away. The dulcet tone of Clerk Ni's snores vanish completely. Even the stream seems to hold its breath, its burbling vanishing under a shroud of tension. There is complete stillness as we watch the darkness.

Until it is finally broken by a quiet, raspy whisper emerging from the shadows.

"Flee."

The single word echoes through our campsite as if it were bellowed at the top of the speaker's lungs. There is a shift behind me as Zhuan Kun readies himself, and my knuckles ache as my grip tightens around Chui Dao. "If you mean-" I begin.

But before I can finish my answer, the anam signatures in my mind's eye quiver.

And then they are gone- and no matter what I call into the void, they do not answer again.

Wordlessly, the three of us share a glance before moving as one. I step back near the Clerk's tent while Zhuan Kun moves towards the perimeter and Daiyu drops down near the fire. Her eyes are closed but her senses are open as she conserves her energy, preparing for anything that might come.

Hours pass and duties change. The next shift has Zhuan Kun husbanding his energy, and then it is my turn when he goes to the perimeter. No matter what part of the rotation we are in, our senses are focused and our attention sharp. However Clerk Ni may be acting, no matter our personal feelings towards him, he and the Treasure will remain untouched.

But our vigilance is never tested. No matter how long we stand ready for an attack, it never comes. It is as if the interlopers were never here at all.
***
A heavy hand falls on my shoulder and I snap to attention, pulling myself from the near stupor I'd fallen into while taking my most recent turn resting near the fire. I glance up to see Zhuan Kun standing above me, eyes scanning the tall grasses as they're slowly illuminated by the rising dawn. "Do you see something?" I murmur softly as I tap Chui Dao's head against my palm.

The noble shakes his head. "The Clerk is rising," he answers, voice low, eyes still fixed on the perimeter. "Ready yourself. Mei Daiyu is giving the perimeter a final check, and then we will be leaving."

I nod once and stand, stretching out the small kinks that've formed during my pseudo-meditation. With a quarter of my attention on replenishing my reserves and the rest focused entirely on my Sixth Sense, my awareness of my own body slipped by the wayside, allowing a surprising number of small aches to set in. As I shake off the early stiffness, Clerk Ni finally staggers from his tent, a yawn on his lips and a bleary look upon his face.

He doesn't get far before noticing something is off. Clerk Ni blinks slowly as he surveys the scene in front of him. He scratches his side sleepily, trying to marshall his thoughts, but does not get to voice them before he's interrupted by Daiyu making her return. My partner's fingers beat a tempo on New Moon as she slinks back into camp. At our questioning looks, she shakes her head. "Nothing," she says.

"Nothing at all?" Zhuan Kun prompts her.

"Nothing at all," Daiyu confirms. "Not a print has been left, not a stick has been broken, not a blade of grass has been crushed. Whatever those things were, they may as well have been ghosts."
With each new word, Clerk Ni's eyes widen. His gaze darts from Daiyu to Zhuan Kun then out to our surroundings, now a hazy gray beneath the questing fingers of the rising sun. "What's this about ghosts?" he asks, considerably more alert than I've ever seen him this early. "What's going on?"

Zhuan Kun is too busy watching our surroundings- and perhaps ignoring Clerk Ni- to answer, and Daiyu's occupied herself with tending to Yuebing. The duty of keeping our charge informed falls to me. "There was a disturbance in the night not long after you retired," I answer. "We are unsure as to what it was, though. It left no traces of its passing. If we had not all detected it and heard it speak, I would question my own senses."

Any lingering drowsiness falls from Clerk Ni like the torn fragments of a cocoon from a newborn moth. "I… see," he says after a moment. The bureaucrat turns back towards his tent before pausing, as if my words have just now reached him, and glances back to me. "Whatever it was, it spoke?"

At my nod, the Clerk turns to face me fully. "And what did it say?" he prompts.

"It was very faint," I answer after a moment. "But it told us to flee." A glance at Daiyu and Zhuan Kun shows that they are nodding along, confirming that that is what they heard as well.

But far from being alarmed, the information makes Clerk Ni let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, is that all? You had me worried, Disciples." He puts a hand to his chest and chuckles. "Though that is certainly one way to ensure that I am awake and ready for the day."

With a smile, the bureaucrat turns back to his tent and begins packing it away. A jaunty tune fills the air as Clerk Ni lets out an honest, actual whistle, paying no more mind to us or the threat than he would a stick we'd ridden past on the road. I stare at his back with wide eyes. The worry and resolve that have been flowing through me since last night vanishes beneath a wave of pure and utter confusion.

"Clerk?" Daiyu says, voice that of a healer treating a patient who has recently been struck in the head. "Did you, by chance, mishear Zhi? Something encroached on the perimeter of our camp, something that threatened us and left no trace."

"Oh, I heard him quite clearly, Disciple Mei," comes Clerk Ni's downright jovial answer. As he finishes folding his blankets, he turns back to us wearing the widest smile I've seen grace his features since the Honeydrenched Hills. "And I am certain that that is what you believe happened. No doubt such things happen to you often in your sect tunnels. Tell me, does your day even truly begin until you have warded off a threat from forces unknown?"

The bureaucrat stops and chuckles at his own words. I trade a worried glance with Daiyu and Zhuan Kun. Was… was our vigilance insufficient? Did a wandering spirit steal into Clerk Ni's bedroll and replace him? That is the only thing that even begins to make sense about how he's acting.

Clerk Ni finishes his laugh and shakes his head once. "No, no, while I am certain you heard exactly what you say you heard, the explanation is far more mundane than whispering threats in the dark." His grin widens and he leans forward, grip tightening on his bag. "We, Disciples, are being sabotaged."

He pauses for a long moment, eyes flicking from face to face as he takes in our reactions. When none of us show anything beyond confusion, he sighs and rests a hand on his hip. "It is a simple deduction, Disciples," he says. "If this were an actual threat, it would have made itself known with something besides a menacing whisper. It would have attacked, or at the very least demonstrated its power to make us think twice."

"But it did not," Clerk Ni continues, grin spreading even wider. "It merely skulked in the night- were it even there. Was one of Clerk Yan's escorts not a wielder of more subtle arts? And did she not claim to canvas the coast most thoroughly?"

That… It is true that Dun Lihan did not use more conventional, physical techniques, but this hardly seems like something she would, or even could, do, especially not without leaving a trace of her anam. And even if she could… why? And how would she have found us? The more Clerk Ni speaks, the less sense his theory makes.

Clerk Ni does not seem to notice my skepticism, however. Instead he nods to himself. "Indeed," he says. "Clerk Yan claimed to put the coastal villages to the test, but truly she abandoned them in favor of her own agenda. To cover her perfidy, her escort left a working behind to ward off any who might see through her ruse."

The bureaucrat looks at each of us in turn and smiles once more. "No, there was no true threat, Disciples, though I commend your dedication and vigilance. We are merely being sabotaged- and that means we are doing well! One would not bother to sabotage an already failing rival, after all."

"No, where there is sabotage, there is opportunity!" Clerk Ni declares brightly. He finishes packing his tent and slings it onto the back of his pony. "Now, let's be off! It is going to be a wondrous day, and I've a mind to greet it!"

He speaks with such confidence that I almost find myself nodding along. But none of Clerk Ni's assertions make even the slightest amount of sense… do they?
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Clerk Ni's newfound good mood does not vanish once we get on the road. Even though he still pours over his maps and pays us little mind, it is closer to the benign disinterest that's characterized most of our journey instead of the pointed anger from the last week. When he's not whistling the tune flowing through his mind, he's humming it instead, a smile always on his lips. When he has to address any of us, it's with a polite word.

When Daiyu has to guide his pony around a curve, Clerk Ni even looks up from his maps and thanks her politely. She nearly forgets to properly steer Sunswift as well from the shock.

The bureaucrat's joy seems to be contagious- though not to us, of course. My companions are just as bewildered as I am, if not more so, and I find myself very bewildered. It is the world itself around us that echoes the Clerk's joy. The spring sun beaming down through the holes in the clouds is gentle and warming, making the Emberflow Abyss shine as if it carries diamonds along with the rubies that fill every wave. A glistening fish the size of my arm leaps from the surf, devouring an unwary insect before falling once more with a breathtaking spray.

The wind is a calming, refreshing breeze that carries the sweet scent of flowers from the White Daylight Fields. A chorus of birds greet the day, the birdsong barely audible over the gentle crash of the waves. The two sounds create a peaceful harmony so complete that if I did not know better, I would say that it was rehearsed

The only imperfection in this otherwise picturesque day lies far on the horizon. Dark Clouds gather over the Emberflow Abyss, each resembling nothing so much as a hungry beast as they lurk near the edge of the world. But even those ominous shadows in the sky seem to only add to the day, as they bring balance to the world with the subtle scent of a cleansing rain.

It is all almost enough to make one forget about the ominous whispers in the night. Almost.

Zhuan Kun, Daiyu, and I have not forgotten, nor do we share the Clerk's opinions that this is a good thing for some reason. Daiyu rides in front of Clerk Ni's, eyes narrowed as she hunts for anything and everything that might do us harm. Zhuan Kun and I ride behind him, serving as the other points of the triangle, keeping watch over our sides and rear-

-for the most part, that is. Despite our caution and our vigilance, we both still find ourselves… distracted.

"Could he be possessed?" Zhuan Kun asks, voice low as he stares at Clerk Ni's back. "Perhaps a kukuni of joy is puppeting him?"

I shake my head, tearing my eyes away from the bureaucrat to make sure nothing is creeping towards us from the sea. "His anam signature is unchanged," I murmur in response. "And since he barely has any signature at all, anything possessing him would be obvious. It cannot be that. Perhaps it was a technique from whatever those were last night? They could have launched it before their disappearance while we were trying to find their location."

This time, Zhuan Kun is the one to poke holes in a theory. "Unlikely. We were patrolling constantly around the Clerk's tent. If a technique were used, one of us would have noticed some sign of it."

"Something more mundane, then," I say, returning my gaze to Clerk Ni's back. Zhuan Kun takes the opportunity to look away himself and watch his side of the road. "Could another Seated have snuck into his tent, disguised himself as the Clerk, and taken his place? If the Imperial Bureaucracy is as cutthroat as Clerk Ni claimed, then his rivals could easily have contacts capable of such a disguise."

"A Seated? Sneak past all of us? That strains credulity," Zhuan Kun answers. "Not to mention that the imposter would need to have mimicked the Clerk's posture and tells exactly. Anyone capable of that would have no need to pretend to still be him; they would simply have left after fulfilling their mission."

The noble straightens up, drumming his fingers on his mount's reins. "Do you know if the Clerk recently obtained some new artifact? Something innocuous that he has been keeping on his person? Such objects could easily carry a curse or an ancient grudge that even now is twisting his mind."

The idea is preposterous, but I consider it all the same. "No," I eventually answer. "I would have noticed any hostile charms the moment he acquired them. Besides, the Testing Treasure would have reacted to any active charms in its presence when unveiled, and Daiyu said everything within the testing chamber was normal."
"But he could have gotten it since we left Mohei," Zhuan Kun answers, the barest note of excitement in his voice. "He could have picked it up near the stream; such artifacts have been known to come from the sea."

"They-" I pause and look towards the noble. "Zhuan Kun, any charm capable of changing a Seated's personality would be far too sensitive to survive in the sea for any length of time. The cleansing effects of salt wreaks havoc on anything of any complexity unless well protected."

Zhuan Kun straightens up in his saddle, a look of mild affront on his face. "It need not be a charm," he says. "It could have been a simple amulet containing an ancient master's spirit, or the last gasp of a vile monster."
…I wish I could dismiss such an idea out of hand. But those things can certainly happen. The proof hangs from my belt sash in the form of a small steel hammer.

A frown crosses my face and I reach down, resting my hand on Chui Dao. Clerk Ni is not the only one to be acting strangely this morning. Ever since we broke camp, the spirit that dwells in my hammer has been oddly quiet. There has been no chorus of <Muuuu>'s, like that which normally fills my morning. The small silver knot of curiosity that dwells in the back of my mind has been still, and for the most part silent.

It is… well, it is not enough to be concerning yet. Chui Dao is, after all, a very mercurial creature, one that's mood can shift at a moment's notice. But it is a change, and any change in the Kukuni is something to keep watch over.

I allow the thoughts of my hammer spirit to fall from my mind and return to the conversation at hand. "I've not seen the Clerk scoop a treasure from the sea," I say. "But I will admit to focusing on threats from outside instead of the behavior of our charge."

"I have been of the same mind," Zhuan Kun answers. "Mei Daiyu may have seen something, though."
I nod once with a sigh. "Stay here and keep watch," I say, giving Quishu's reins a quick flick. "I will go ask her." The noble obligingly guides his mount towards the middle of the road, taking up a more central vantage point, and I send the loamwalker past Clerk Ni and towards the front of our group.

The bureaucrat offers me a small wave as I move past him. That only makes my grip on the reins tighten, encouraging Quishu to move even faster. When I reach Daiyu, I fall in beside her and ask, "Zhuan Kun and I have been discussing what may have caused this. Did you see the Clerk pick up anything strange these past few days… or pick up anything at all, actually?"

"Not that I noticed," she murmurs quietly. "But I've been paying more mind to our surroundings. Do you really think he scooped up some cursed treasure though?"

I offer her the barest twitch of my shoulders. "We must examine every possibility," I say, glancing around to watch our surroundings. "Such an odd change in behavior cannot simply be the result of a good night's sleep. I…"
My voice trails off as I spot a shadow moving near the water. Instantly, every thought of the Clerk's behavior vanishes as I focus on this new arrival. Could this be the source of the ominous whispers in the nights?

A moment later, I'm staring at the new shape for other reasons. "...though then again," I breathe out. "Not every oddity in this world has an explanation."

Since I could understand the world, I have seen a great many odd things. I've borne witness to the fruits of Auntie Bi's labor. I've seen Father craft wonders from nothing but string and the passing breeze. I've met a strange talking pig that lurks underground, a society of sentient shrews, and a baking monkey that wears a hat. I had thought that at this point, I was immune to surprise at such strangeness.

I was wrong.

The bright morning sun reflects off the glassy black carapace of a crab the size of a horse. It scuttles back and forth along the sealine, enormous claws clacking in the air with vicious force. As I watch, it pauses in its stride, thrusting its claw out as if striking an invisible foe. Its many legs tense and it throws itself to the side, clearly dodging something that only it can see. Its claws close around the shadows and shakes violently, tearing its imagined foe to shreds.

Bubbles froth at its mouth and it raises its claws to the sky. They cross, blocking some mighty blow, before its legs sweep out and send a plume of sand in the air. It leaps into the sky, bursting with power any Soldier would be proud to have before spinning like a potter's wheel and extending its legs to form a wheel of chitinous death. When it lands, it rolls, coming to an abrupt halt in the seafoam with both claws outstretched like a swordsman's thrust.

I barely realize that Quishu has come to a halt. No one else comments on it either; all four of us have stopped to watch the crab's display. "Is…" Clerk Ni begins before trailing off. After a moment, he tries again. "Is that crab… training?"

He speaks in a normal volume yet the crab reacts like it has heard a mighty shout. It spins back towards us, many eyes locking on to our group. With a spray of foam and a cloud of sand, it scuttles away from the beach and towards our path.

Immediately, the shock of seeing the crab vanishes. I fall back along with my teammates as we surround the Clerk. Yet the crab does not slow. Nor does it approach us directly. Instead, it trots into our path and stands before us like a soldier before a closed gate.

Utter stillness falls over us all. We stare at the crab and are stared at in return, no one making a single move.

I cannot help but lean towards Daiyu. "...would you care to sing to this one too?" I murmur.

"You will pay for that later," comes her hissed response, her eyes never moving from the crustacean.

After another long moment, I give Quishu's reins a flick. If the crab is not going to move, we may as well try and go around it, and I guide the loamwalker towards the grass-covered side of the path. But with another scuttle, the Crab moves to bar my path once more.

Daiyu is next to try. She tries the other side, only to also be blocked by the beast. When Zhuan Kun attempts to move along the normal road, the crab moves back into its first place, claws clacking menacingly.

"I…" Clerk Ni begins, slowly shaking his head. "...what is happening right now?"

As if in answer to his question, the crab extends its claw once more- and this time, it twitches towards itself in an unmistakable beckoning gesture. It is a gesture I am more than familiar with; Fa does it frequently right before some of the more painful moments of my life.

"...I think the crab wishes to exchange pointers," I say, barely believing my own words.

Clerk Ni's eyes fall shut and he lets out a gusty sigh. "I should have requested protection from the army," he says to the heavens. "Normal soldiers never have to deal with matters like this, I swear…"

As he curses the unfairness of his life, Daiyu, Zhuan Kun, and I trade looks. Clerk Ni may hate everything about what is happening, but he does not have to deal with it.

That job falls to us.

A crab wishes to exchange pointers and will not stop barring your path until you have aided its martial journey. What do you do?
[] This beast wishes to receive pointers? Then pointers it will receive!
-[] Zhuan Kun will teach this crab its place.
-[] Daiyu has some frustrations to work out.
-[] Kong Zhi will see what lessons he can impart.
[] This is a strange sight, but it is only a distraction. We must get to the next village, and we cannot indulge every creature that wants to fight on the way. The three of us will work in unison to dispatch this crab.
[] There must be another route around the crab, one which the scuttling beast cannot bar. We will turn back and look for it, leaving the crustacean to its kata.
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263. An Acrabatic Display
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> This beast wishes to receive pointers? Then pointers it will receive!
>> Zhuan Kun will teach this crab its place.
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The crab stands frozen in place for a long moment, one claw outstretched as it beckons us closer. When we all simply stare at it with varying degrees of surprise and exasperation on our faces, it changes tactics. Its other claw rises and its stance shifts in a fluid gesture. Its carapace seems to bristle with barely restrained energy. Only the crab's raw discipline keeps it from unleashing its bestial fury.

It practically vibrates in place from its sheer need for combat. But the only true motion that it makes is in its claws, which begin to sway back and forth like leaves in the wind. It is a dam about to burst, a wave poised to break upon the shore, raw energy just waiting to be used. It wants to exchange pointers, and it will not be denied.

There is only one possible answer that can be given to such a challenge.

I look to our noble companion. "Zhuan Kun?" I ask, bemusement clear in my voice. "Would you care to exchange pointers with this… determined warrior?"

To no one's surprise, it is as if Zhuan Kun was only waiting for the request to be made. "Of course," he says promptly, sliding from his mount's saddle. "Please be patient. This may take longer than usual. It has been over two years since the last time I faced a similar foe; I will have to relearn how to properly read their body language."

As we all struggle to decide how to react to that statement, the noble turns to face the crab directly. "And you!" he intones, staring at the crustacean's beady eyestalks. "I hope you can present a greater challenge than your predecessor, else you will find this a short bout!"

Bubbles froth at the crab's mouth as its eyes lock squarely on to Zhuan Kun. The noble and the crab stare each other down for an endless moment- before they both move. A crash reverberates through the world like a gong has been struck a mighty blow as Zhuan Kun's fist collides with the crab's claw. Daiyu's hair streams backwards as wind erupts from the blow, sending a concussive burst cascading across the road and into the sea.

The two combatants have not taken their eyes off of each other. Nor do they move; they simply stand, fist and claw outstretched, as they get each other's measure. Finally, the noble honors the crab with a shallow nod, one which the crab dips its whole body to echo.

With the sound of skittering feet and a cloud of sand, the battle is rejoined. As the exchange of pointers unfolds, Daiyu turns to me, expression carefully blank. "Was I perhaps mishearing things, or did Zhuan Kun imply that this is not the first crab he has done battle with?"

I turn to her, deadpan. "He did, yes," I agree. "Is… that unusual?"

Daiyu studies me carefully, amethyst eyes narrow as she scans my face. "Zhi," she says, voice measured and calm. "Have you fought a crab before?"

I cock my head to the side, bemusement on my face as memories of the bone-white shell of the Winter Crab flash before my eyes. "I… yes, I have. Fa and I found a Vestige that wore the guise of one when we were seeking the keys to a…" I trail off as Daiyu's expression grows more and more incredulous. "...what? It was a simple Vestige crab! It is hardly out of the ordinary!"

"Zhi? How many vestiges do you think…" Daiyu's brow furrows and she reaches up, pinching the bridge of her nose as she closes her eyes. She sits motionless for a long moment. The only sounds are those of Zhuan Kun's fierce combat as he barks pointers to the crab even as he sends it skipping across the sand like a rock across a pond.

Eventually, Daiyu opens her eyes once more. They flick from me to Zhuan Kun to Clerk Ni, who has dismissed this entire scene from his mind as he returns to his maps, before finally turning to the heavens above. She stares up at the sky as if pondering the deep fundamental nature of the universe, mouth moving soundlessly until finally, she slumps. "Of course," she says, voice painfully neutral. "Nothing out of the ordinary at all."

She turns a blank face back to the fight. I follow her gaze just in time to see Zhuan Kun bob to the side, emulating the crab's scuttling movement, before leaping into the air. For a fraction of an instant it seems as if he may never descend, and instead spend the rest of his life silhouetted against the horizon. But he falls as fast as he rose, landing squarely on the crab's outstretched claw and perching atop it like a bird upon a branch.

The crustacean doesn't seem to know what to do with the noble standing on top of its primary weapon. It shakes its claw violently, trying to send Zhuan Kun flying into the air, only for the noble to easily keep his balance. As the claw swings, Zhuan Kun sways with it, twisting until he is standing on his hands with his feet straight up in the air.

Ancestors above, I swear the crab's eyestalks widen in fury. It lets out a gurgling war cry and raises its claw, ready to hammer it and Zhuan Kun into the sand below.

But that's exactly what Zhuan Kun was waiting for.

The noble moves so quickly that I only realize what he did after the fight was already over. He hooks his fingers around the craw and drops, using the crab itself as the center of his rotation as he flips underneath the claw like an ape swinging from a tree. Zhuan Kun's feet rise in a powerful kick- and the sound of cracking chitin is his reward.

The crab stumbles back from Zhuan Kun, claws raised in a desperate defense as it struggles to find its bearings. But the noble makes no move to press his advantage. Instead he crosses his arms and gives the crab one sharp nod. "Acceptable," he declares.

The crab staggers to its… does it have feet? Even Quishu has her strange pads, but the crab has only sharp pointed legs that dig into the earth as it pulls itself back up. As it returns to a vertical base, it turns its dazed gaze back to Zhuan Kun, who takes the attention as an opportunity to analyze the spar. "Your bodily strength is most impressive for a creature of your advancement," he says. "And your speed is adequate. Your troubles do not lie in your physical capabilities."

There is a moment of silence broken only by a faint mumble from Daiyu. If I strain my ears, I can just barely make out her murmur of, "...did I become the ordinary one? How did this happen? Is this…"

Zhuan Kun either cannot hear Daiyu, does not care for her dazed mumbles, or both. "Your greatest flaw is your flexibility," he states to the crab.

In answer, the shelled warrior lifts one claw and lightly knocks on its own carapace. Zhuan Kun shakes his head. "No, not like that. Your body's ability to maneuver is at the upper end of what one could expect from a warrior of your build. I speak of your mental flexibility. Tell me, before today, when was the last time you fought a foe that truly challenged you?"

The crab is silent save for a froth of bubbles spouting from its maw. Zhuan Kun nods as if he has been answered. "Exactly," he says. "You have gone so long between challenges that you have allowed your ways of thinking to stagnate. Predictability has crept into your movements, and you act according to a routine that only you follow."

"If you take one thing from this exchange, let it be this," Zhuan Kun declares. "Test yourself. Find a challenge beyond you and test yourself against it until either it yields or your body breaks- and such challenges will not find you here on your beach. If you truly wish to become the best version of yourself, you will need to leave and seek out situations that truly test you."

The noble's latest opponent seems to mull over his words. It stands frozen in place for a dozen heartbeats before lifting its claw and staring down at it, looking for all the world as if it has never truly seen its own limb before. Suddenly, it is in motion, scuttling away from Zhuan Kun and back towards the beach.

As the sound of a dozen footsteps fades in the distance, Clerk Ni lets his map roll up with the sound of fluttering paper. "Are we finished with this latest escapade?" he sighs. "Or can we-"

The Clerk's words die as Zhuan Kun raises a hand. "We are not finished yet," the noble answers simply.

Sure enough, the scuttling sound returns, and the crab races back towards us as quickly as its too-many legs can carry it. This time, though, it is not clad only in its carapace. A small bundle of weathered, checkered cloth hangs from its back, carrying what one can only assume are the essentials that all crabs must have when beginning a martial pilgrimage. It skids to a halt in front of Zhuan Kun, a fresh froth already building at its maw.

The crab lets out an odd, throaty noise that makes Clerk Ni shiver and sends the hair on my neck standing straight up. Zhuan Kun shows no reaction. Instead, the noble reaches up and strokes its chin. "Oh?" he asks, voice contemplative. "That is bold of you, shelled one. I don't hate it."

Another series of those horrible throaty noises echo from the crab's carapace. It ends by pointing its claw at Zhuan Kun once again, jagged edges quivering as it stares down the superior foe. The crab holds its pose just long enough for a wave to crash to shore behind it before turning and scuttling away into the grasses of the White Daylight Fields.

Zhuan Kun stares after it. "...a noble resolve," he eventually states to the open air. "I will remember you, warrior. May you prove a more worthy foe in our next encounter." His words hang heavy over the road, and his eyes never stray from the trail of broken grass the crab has left in its wake. If anyone were to come down the road, they would wonder if Zhuan Kun were real or a masterfully crafted sculpture of a warrior pondering his future battles.

He stares after the crab for several minutes, and likely would for several more if he were not interrupted by Daiyu throwing her hands up and yelling "What just happened here?!" to the sky.

Thankfully, the noble takes no issue with Daiyu's lack of decorum. "Our martial rival has taken my advice," he states instead, answering as if Daiyu's question was an earnest request for information instead of the rather rude exclamation it truly was. "It has gone to seek greater challenges in the White Daylight Fields and beyond. Perhaps, with the favor of the heavens, it will grow to have power equaling its spirit. I wish it that good fortune."

Daiyu's mouth moves soundlessly and she slowly turns to look at me. I cannot say I am sure why she seems so incredulous; it all seems fairly self-evident. Whatever she sees in my face just has her eyes grow even wider, and she turns to the Clerk. There, at least, she finds a kindred spirit.

"Oh," Zhuan Kun adds, shaking his head as if just remembering something. "Our martial rival also was in possession of a small reserve of items gifted to it by the sea. We are welcome to take our pick from what it has left behind in its den; it deemed anything that remained unnecessary for the journey ahead."

I had not thought it possible for Daiyu's eyes to grow any wider. I was wrong.

"Zhuan Kun," she murmurs, voice painfully level. "How do you… did… did you understand the crab? Was it speaking in some language only comprehensible by…" She waves her hand at the torn up sand where Zhuan Kun and the crab did battle, as if encompassing the entire exchange.

The noble only crosses his arms and frowns at Daiyu. "Why would it have needed to speak?" he asks, seeming for all the world to be honestly curious. "True warriors can communicate with only their fists."

Daiyu just stares at Zhuan Kun- before slumping in her saddle. "I… don't know what I even expected," she mumbles. "Let's… let's just go search the crab's stuff."

She turns Sunswift to follow Zhuan Kun, who has already begun marching towards the beach where he will doubtlessly lead us right to the crab's den. Before she can move too far, I guide Quishu after her with my knees, one hand leading Zhuan Kun's mare and the other sliding into Daiyu's.

My partner slows a hair and glances over at me. I meet her weary look with a smile. "Come now, Daiyu," I say, squeezing her hand gently. "Perhaps the crab may not have been the most… traditional of disciples, but even you must admit that it had spirit. Perhaps when it returns to challenge Zhuan Kun, you can exchange pointers with it yourself."

Her grip tightens on mine even as she shakes her head. "Do not even start with me now, Kong Zhi," she grumbles.

"Daiyu," I chide her, unconsciously leaning over slightly to let my shoulder brush against hers. "I will admit, perhaps Brother Crab may not be the most traditional of sparring partners. But does it truly surprise you that we would encounter such an opponent? It is not even among the ten most unusual things I've encountered since coming to the Heart."

Daiyu rolls her eyes, but a small smile grows on her face. "That surprises me less than it should," she muses.

I shake my head. "Come now, are you truly telling me that Brother Crab is the most outlandish encounter you've had in your life?" I ask with a chuckle. "I've not traveled the same tunnels you have. Yet I would hazard a guess that if you came across it back at the sect, you would have already seen three things, each more unbelievable than the last, that would have banished it from your thoughts utterly."

There's a moment's pause as a half-remembered line from a certain play goes through my mind. "And if your own journey through the tunnels has truly been so bereft of extraordinary sights, I could assist you in finding some. With instructions. And a map. And perhaps they will pass-"

There is a slight pressure on my cheek as Daiyu presses a kiss against it. She leans back, a broad genuine smile on her face as she flushes. I chuckle, the sound more a reflex than anything else as I meet Daiyu's eyes. "What was that for?" I cannot help but ask reflexively.

Daiyu's answer is a slight shrug. "I wanted to, and I could, so I did," is her answer before she arches an eyebrow. "Unless you have some objection?"

My hurried denials fill the air, joining Daiyu's laughter as we follow after Zhuan Kun. Sure enough, the noble leads us unerringly towards a small burrow dug in the side of a dune. Were it not for the hundreds of large, crab-shaped footprints dotting the sand around it, it could almost be inconspicuous. As it is now, though, it is clear that this is the crab's den that Zhuan Kun spoke of.

The noble marches directly towards the hole and hops in without pause. I trade a glance with Daiyu who reaches out and takes the reins for both Quishu and Zhuan Kun's mount. "I've no need to see Brother Crab's home," she says with a chuckle. "You go ahead. I'll stay here and mind the beasts."

Beneath me, Quishu lets out a soft bray of displeasure, if one unaccompanied by her usual attempted mauling. I idly scratch her between the horns and hop down. "She seems mostly calm," I tell Daiyu as I move towards the burrow. "Though I'm not sure how she'll tolerate sand, so stay vigilant."

Daiyu nods and I turn towards the burrow. As I move into the hole, I hear Daiyu saying, "You seem oddly at peace with this detour, Clerk. Have you no objections?"

"If I did, would it matter?" Clerk Ni answers. Despite his words, his tone is practically chipper. "Besides, this is actually on the way to our next stop."

"Really?" Daiyu asks. "I consulted the maps before we left the Summit. Is the next village not a few hours further south?"

"That is what I thought as well!" the Clerk answers, brightening even further. "But upon closer study of this census from two decades past, you can see-" The rest of his words are cut off as I reach the burrow and duck into it, joining Zhuan Kun as he surveys the crab's home.

It is… it is certainly the Crab's home.

I had expected nothing much. Perhaps the crab's burrow would be a small hole dug into the sand, or at best the entrance to a hidden cave. Instead, what I find is a large, circular chamber painstaking dug into the shifting sands. The ground has been trampled so thoroughly that it's been packed into near stone, and the walls are supported by roughly cut pieces of driftwood and large shells scavenged from the tides.

Zhuan Kun nods approvingly as he looks around the mostly barren burrow. "Its home is suitably austere," he intones. "Truly, it focused on nothing but improving itself. That warrior is one for others to pattern themselves after. Perhaps it truly will return to challenge me again."

I can only nod as I turn my focus to the small collection of belongings dotting the sandy floor. The crab did seem to live a life akin to a monks, with very little in the way of material possessions to disturb its focus. Still, there are a few things that catch the eye- and while I've no desire to fill the Estate with clutter, I can certainly take at least one thing.

Kong Zhi and Zhuan Kun have been given permission to scavenge the belongings of Zhuan Kun's martial rival, Brother Crab. Zhuan Kun will be taking the lion's share, as he was the one actually given Brother Crab's blessing, but Kong Zhi can still take one thing of his choice. What does he select?
[] The Crab has left behind a pair of molts, leaving two fully intact shells that would be useful in any number of projects. (Charmcrafting Material, Ocean 6)
[] A small stack of driftwood that looks to have once been destined to be more wall supports. It is all untrimmed, leaving it in interesting shapes that could be fun to work with. (Charmcrafting material, Salt 9)
[] A worn purse lies near the edge of the chamber half covered by sand. The coins within are old and worn, and likely will be a challenge to spend, but money is still money. (4 Bronze Talents)
 
264. Placid
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> A small stack of driftwood that looks to have once been destined to be more wall supports. It is all untrimmed, leaving it in interesting shapes that could be fun to work with. (Charmcrafting material, Salt 9)
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As Zhuan Kun surveys the crab's earthly possessions, I move past him towards a small stack of driftwood bundled up near the wall of sand. Just the presence of such a bundle raises… questions. Did the crab go out and scavenge driftwood regularly, or did it just grab more whenever it happened upon some? It bundled the driftwood together with a thick leather thong; where did the leather come from? Did the crab find it somewhere or is it also a tanner? And why did it bind the driftwood together in the first place? Was it to make it easier to move or simply to keep its home uncluttered?

All those questions and more race through my mind, but I push them aside. They may be worthy of consideration when my mind needs something to occupy it, but I've quite enough going on right now without wondering what kind of animal a crab would even make leather out of.

I heft the bundle of driftwood up and inspect it carefully. Some pieces are too short for the crab's likely intended purposes, while others are gnarled and weathered to the point where they're as structurally sound as dry straw. But each piece has a small trace of anam in it from its exposure to the salt and surf. They would be most useful in adding just a trace of anam to a greater work, or could serve as the basis to a lesser one should I start another small project.

The aspect itself is a difficult one to comprehend. My face twists into a deep scowl as I sweep in the driftwood with my Sixth Sense. There are notes of earth in the aspect, certainly enough to serve as the anam's basis, but water and wind have come to dwell within the driftwood in equal amounts. There is surprisingly little wood; any trace of the forests these branches came from has long since been ground away. What remains is something rough yet nourishing, solid yet biddable, hard as stone but breakable if hit with any suitable force.

Something tickles at the back of my mind as I consider the aspect. I've not felt its like before, but something about it seems oddly familiar. Did… did someone back at the Heart use this aspect regularly? It certainly isn't in Fa's or Nokai's repertoires, but thinking of Xu Yun's face feels a bit more accurate. Not only him; it also seems similar to some things I've felt from Ming Hui's cooking. What aspect could Ming Hui and Xu Yun have in common? One is a sailor, the other a chef. The two paths have little in-

I pause as I stare down at the wood, realization hitting me. Is this… is this salt aspected? Interesting. What applications could that have? It could have a preservative effect that pairs with wood or life- or maybe it could enhance something else like salt enhances a dishes flavor? Perhaps I should pick Ming Hui's brain for other uses before I use the driftwood.

Acquired: Brother Crab's Driftwood (Salt 9)!

Regardless, it is more than tempting enough to join my collection of materials. I pull it into the Estate and turn to Zhuan Kun, who is contemplating the molts the crab left behind. He stares at the enormous shells and shakes his head before turning back to me. A note of satisfaction enters his voice as he says, "If our martial rival continues to eschew transformation, by the time they have discovered themselves, they will be worthy of another fight."

I glance from Zhuan Kun to the shells then back to the noble. Ancestors above, he seems honestly excited by the prospect of fighting Brother Crab once they've grown- and Brother Crab is already quite large enough!

The noble does not wait for a response, thankfully. Instead he turns to the rest of the Crab's belongings. "When next it returns," Zhuan Kun says as he begins taking everything into his own stasis ring. "It will doubtless enjoy seeing what it once cherished- either to regain it, or to marvel at how it has outgrown such things. Regardless, they will be returned to it when we next meet."

A snort of amusement pulls itself from my nose and I shake my head. "Just like the school signs will be returned to their disciples? Like how the Warden's Key will be returned to the Resolute March?" I tease, turning back towards the burrow's exit.

Perhaps I am imagining it, but I swear there's the ghost of an honest, actual smile on Zhuan Kun's face as he falls into step beside me. "Exactly," is his answer, and together the two of us pull ourselves free from the crab's home.

Our return isn't noticed right away. Daiyu is with the Clerk, leaning over to get a better look at his maps. Clerk Ni is in the middle of the most animated explanation I've ever seen him give, and Daiyu is nodding along with an interest that is only, at most, half feigned.

I move towards them and reclaim Quishu's reins. The loamwalker bites at my head, but her eternal bloodthirst is at least partially sated for now. The attempt is half hearted at best. I bat her fanged maw to the side and turn to Daiyu. "Dare I ask what has you so interested in the maps?" I ask.

"I am not that invested," comes Daiyu's automatic answer, but the way her eyes are still trained on Clerk Ni's scrolls. "It is simply… it is frustrating! That's all!"

On my other side, Zhuan Kun regains his own mount and hops into the mare's saddle. I follow suit and swing easily into my normal position atop Quishu before staring blankly down at my partner. "You may have to give me more information," I say dryly. "What, precisely, is frustrating?"

Daiyu pauses, clearly going through her last words once again. Her cheeks flush and she shakes her head. When she speaks, it is with the casual air of a cat who has just fallen on its face and is trying desperately to pretend it never happened. "The maps are giving us conflicting information," she answers primly. "And each new one we consult is further muddying the waters."

Clerk Ni grumbles something that does not sound flattering about the mapmakers as he takes to his own mount, and Daiyu is quick to follow suit. She lets Sunswift fall behind to ride alongside me as she continues. "Look at this," she says, brandishing another map. I take it and glance down as Daiyu begins pointing at specific places on it. "Here is Jingyi's Summit. Judging from our travel time and speed, that would put us around… here." Her finger jabs at a spot halfway down the coast between the Summit and Twelve Fields."

"Our next destination is out here," Daiyu continues, tapping one finger against a small point in the coast. If I squint, I can see the shadow of what might be a small dot, one that could easily be a scribe's error or simply ink soaking through from other papers. "It is a small village that hasn't been visited in at least a dozen traditional testing cycles, and certainly not during the Grand Examination. And ancestors above, it seems that no one can decide on what it's called!"

Another map joins the first, this one labeled. "This one has it called Shoalwater," she states, glaring at the map as if it has done her a personal wrong. "Yet this one-" a third map joins the first two. "-dubs it Yin Chang. And this one-" another map is thrown on the pile. "-names it Shulin's Wake! No two maps have the same name for it!"

From his position up front, near the Clerk, Zhuan Kun turns to glance back at us. "Answering such a question is a simple matter," he states. "All relevant details about every settlement are recorded in the archives of the major cities. Consulting the most recent map from Jingyi's Summit should be all you need to end your confusion."

"I've tried that!" comes Daiyu's quick response. "You need to have a word with your record keeper, because the village is not even on your maps!"

A deep scowl steals its way across the noble's face. "All records are kept and recorded by agents of His Imperial Glory with minimal oversight by any of the governing households," Zhuan Kun answers as if by rote. "Regardless, the record keepers our household supports are held to the necessary standard. If they do not have records of a village, that village does not exist."

Beside Zhuan Kun, Clerk Ni lets out a chuckle, a broad smile on his face. "Then I will speak with my superiors when I return to the central bureaucracy," he says through his laughter. "For that is where I found records of this nameless place. Between the archivists your family supports and the ones that serve His Imperial Glory directly, I know which ones I would place my trust in."

Still, Zhuan Kun is not deterred. "All records and census data are held to scrupulous standards and are subject to frequent independent review. If the Summit does not have records of a village at the location you speak of, it is not there."

"We will see soon enough," Clerk Ni answers, his smile undiminished. "For we should reach the village with an unclear name before the sun begins to set. If it is not there, then your archivists have the right of the matter."

Zhuan Kun is far from convinced. His ire is well and truly roused by the aspersions cast upon the archivists of Jingyi's Summit, and he makes his feelings known as we resume our ride along the coast. For his part, Clerk Ni seems more than happy to prod at the noble, always responding to Zhuan Kun's blunt declarations with sly nudges and the occasional jibe. Both of them seemingly quiet down after a few stern words from Daiyu- but they are back at it within the hour, much to her frustration.

For my part, I simply ride behind them, keeping watch for anything out of the ordinary. There could be no better moment for a threat to make itself known than now, while we're distracted. But the only threat that makes an appearance is Quishu, who snaps at a passing bird. She finds only feathers, though, and the bird vanishes in a trill of offended song.

The course Clerk Ni sets us on is one that I doubt any normal map would show. We move steadily down the coast before turning slightly, cutting back inland as the ground beneath us begins to rise is gentle hills and slopes. The grass thickens into some semblance of White Daylight Fields' splendor, rustling with life that makes Quishu perk up with excitement. Trees sprout around us in a small copse that almost seems quaint after our time in the Forest of Hill, and the noontime sun glistens off the Emberflow Abyss as we peak at it through the grove.

Soon, the rising and falling of hills becomes simply rising. We set a slow yet steady pace up a gradual incline as songbirds almost seem to mock Quishu with their merriment. Before long, we are looking down off of a small cliff at the Abyss, enjoying a new breeze that stirs the trees and carries the soothing scent of the coming rain. Hopefully, if there is no village at our destination, there will at least be something to shelter the Clerk and horses beneath.

I pause as a new thought occurs to me. How will Quishu deal with a storm? So far, the weather has been remarkably calm for early spring, and I've yet to witness the loamwalker in anything worse than a slight drizzle. It could prove… no, it will be fine. Loamwalkers were born to walk the Trackless Marsh, after all. They've surely dealt with more than some rain.

I'm pulled from my contemplations by a victorious "Ha!" ripping itself from Clerk Ni's throat. The bureaucrat seems beyond pleased with himself. He gestures at the ground before us and looks over at Zhuan Kun, a look of smug satisfaction on his face. "If there is no village here, how do you explain so many tracks?"

The Clerk is not wrong. I follow his gaze to the grass before us, which has been broken and trampled beyond anything the native wildlife can account for. Thin lines that can only have come from wagon wheels have been cut in the grass, and the footsteps of at least a dozen men or beasts have beaten the rest flat.

Zhuan Kun stares at the obvious traces of civilization as if they have done him a personal wrong. But he bites his tongue and instead guides his mount forward, eyes narrowed as he studies the path that shouldn't exist. Clerk Ni follows him, humming a jaunty tune all the while.

But Zhuan Kun cannot ignore the next sign of civilization. It is so subtle that at first, we almost miss it. The grass near the beaten path is simply shorter than it should be. As we move further along the path, patches of the ground have been denuded of green entirely, leaving dark patches of barren dirt. Eventually, we follow the curve of the cliff and turn, coming across an area the size of a small building.

We also find the culprit.

A lone ox stands placidly at the edge of the barren patch. It bows its head to the grass and rips out another mouthful, chewing it in the slow, lazy manner only worn by the most bored of cattle. When it finishes its bite it bends to take another, repeating the process as it stares over the cliff and towards the horizon.

Our mounts slow as we near the beast. I look around for its master or the rest of its herd, yet find nothing. Curiously, I extend my Sixth Sense. We've just encountered Brother Crab, after all. A powerful Spirit Ox akin to the old Earthroot Ox that inspired my Blooming Spear is not out of the question. Yet to my Sixth Sense, it is just a simple ox, no more powerful than some of our mounts- and far less powerful than certain, ravenous others.

A noise from Daiyu draws me out of my contemplation. She's looking beyond the Ox towards a small knot of trees. A merchant's cart sits beneath the tangled boughs. Its yoke is empty and the driver's seat bereft of anything that might steer it.

This is no burned out husk. At a glance, it seems the perfect picture of an average merchant's cart. Pennants and brightly colored streamers hang from its railings. Its bed is laden with goods and packages of all shapes and sizes. A small wooden board dangles from one side bearing a list of prices in coin and trade alike. Were it in any of the villages we've traveled through or on the street corner of any city in the Empire, I doubt I would think twice about it.

But it is not. It is alone and untouched in the middle of a small grove of trees. Not a single scorch mark decorates its sides. Not a hole nor an arrow mars its wood. It does not even look to have crashed into a tree. It is as if it was simply rolling along before deciding to come to a slow, gradual halt.

I glance towards my companions, all of whom are scanning the woods with keen eyes. Even Clerk Ni's mirth fades as it's buried beneath confusion. "Bandits?" he asks, but even he doesn't sound like he's convinced.

Daiyu shakes her head. "It… no, the cart is in far too good of a condition- and besides, nothing's been taken. What kind of bandits would stop a cart peacefully then not take anything? It is more likely that the merchant broke a wheel and went to the village for a new one."

"But the wheels are in perfect condition," I'm compelled to answer. "It could be an axle… but then the cart would likely still be in the middle of the path rather than off to the side."

My partner nods her agreement. "And there would be some splinters of the broken one at the very least. Could…" She trails off, searching for another reason for this odd sight but finding nothing.

"Could the ox have fought the reins and broke free?" Clerk Ni guesses. "And the merchant had to leave to find help pushing his cart?"

All four of us turn our attention back to the ox. It stares back at us placidly, never ceasing its grazing for an instant. Quishu lets out a loud braying noise, and though our mounts jerk their head in surprise, the ox doesn't react at all.

"That does not seem likely," Zhuan Kun replies. "The ox does not seem overburdened with spirit." Despite his words, he does not take his eyes from the beast. Daiyu turns her focus back to the cart. Clerk Ni glances at the path, his eyes following it as it winds up through the hills. I lean over to soothe Quishu.

The ox just stares blankly at us all. And chews.

A merchant's cart and an oddly tranquil ox have been discovered near the trail leading towards Clerk Ni's next stop. How does Kong Zhi react?
[] Where is the merchant? Where did the cart even come from? There must be some tracks from someone near the cart. I will search for them and follow where they lead.
[] The cart is fully laden with supplies and goods. Perhaps it also bears a clue as to what's going on. I will search it carefully- and if there is something on it that would be useful, there is no sense in not pocketing it.
[] This is not my duty, nor is it my responsibility. There will be time to investigate the cart later. I will insist we move on, and ask Clerk Ni to file another report with his messenger charm so that someone appropriate can be sent out and investigate.
[] Write-In
 
265. Shoubiao's Wake
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> This whole business smacks of illusions and trickery. Enter the Stallion's Enclosed Garden, and cast about thoroughly with my Sixth Sense for anything amiss. Failing that, examine the cart, but with the Twilight Horizon.
>> Be sure to search for tracks near the cart. The merchant to whom this cart belongs was likely taken by illusions or similar trickery. Assuming that trickery was involved and it's not another out-there situation that falls under 'Caretaker Business'.
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I ignore the ox and hop off of Quishu's back. A flick of my wrist sends her reins to Daiyu, who takes them reflexively. She arches an eyebrow and glances from me to the innocuous cart. "Taking a closer look?" she asks.

A nod is my response. "It will just be a quick one," I assure her as I take a step towards the cart. "This entire scene is quite odd at the very least. If there is one thing I've learned from my duties, it is that oddities must be investigated lest they conceal something more sinister behind their strangeness."

Daiyu looks like she has a dozen things she'd like to say to that, but she decides to hold her tongue. Instead, she guides Sunswift and Quishu over to our other companions and glances at Zhuan Kun. A murmured word has the noble vaulting off his own steed and moving towards me until he's practically in my shadow. "Mei Daiyu does not wish for you to be unguarded while you investigate, and I agree," Zhuan Kun says, voice low as his eyes scan the trees for threats. "Perform your investigation. Our honored sister will ensure that the Clerk is protected, and I will ensure that you are protected."

The ghost of a smile tugs at my lips. Clearly, Daiyu and Zhuan Kun both remember my last investigation and how a ravenous Vestige seeking to devour me was the least of our problems. "You have my thanks," I answer. "We will only be a moment, so you need not be on guard for long. Still, I am about to turn off my senses, so your vigilance is very much appreciated."

Zhuan Kun cocks his head to the side consideringly. "You plan to use your technique to enhance your Sixth Sense?" he muses. "Logical. That technique seems most flexible. I still find myself intrigued by it. If there is any way you could teach it to me or inscribe it on a token, I would be most grateful."

I let out a low breath as we reach the cart, preparing to step into the Garden. "I will have to speak with my family," I answer absently. "For it was from their archives that I learned it. Though I find myself surprised that you are interested. I was sure your own Path would have similar techniques."

"It does," comes Zhuan Kun's prompt answer. "If all I wished for was to hone my senses, I have many options. But yours deadens your other senses completely. It would make blind sparring far more engaging."

A chuckle escapes me. Of course, Zhuan Kun wants the Stallion's Garden so that he may train more efficiently. That is perhaps the least surprising thing I've ever heard. But I push all thoughts of Zhuan Kun's training aside, along with any other errant ones that invade my mind. Right now, I don't need distractions or amusement. I need to focus, lest something squirm from the shadows of this normal looking cart and leap at my face.

Another long breath escapes me and I close my eyes, stepping into the Stallion's Garden. The world falls away, leaving me swimming in an empty void devoid of light, sound, taste, and even awareness of my own body. My mind pushes out into sheer, undiluted emptiness, and my Sixth Sense rushes out to search the void.

The difficult part of using the Stallion's Garden to enhance my Sixth Sense is not finding anam. With nothing else to distract me, I can feel even the slightest anam signatures, ones that I wouldn't even know were there if I had even one sense left open. The difficult part is filtering what I sense and discarding useless information in the heartbeat I have before the technique becomes too exhausting to maintain.

As always, my own anam signature is the first thing I ignore. Then I push aside the steady, rock-solid sensation at my back that is Zhuan Kun. The warm, ephemeral feeling of Daiyu is next to go, as are the faint notes of life that make up the mounts and Clerk Ni. The forest around us is exuding a good amount of Wood, and the Emberflow Abyss has no shortage of Water anam. Those too are ignored, as is the faint, ever present swirl of Wind.

I redouble my focus, trying to direct my Sixth Sense at the area right before me where the cart was when I could still see. Sure enough, there are some lingering notes of wood unlike those from the forest, likely coming from the cart itself. Aside from a few traces of beast near the yoke, the cart is otherwise inconsequential. Nothing in or on it registers on my sixth sense to any great degree, with the most potent anam being no stronger than a shirt someone was particularly proud of weaving.

With the cart inspected, I turn my focus to the rest of the clearing, tracing the hint of beast from the cart back to the ox itself. Under more strenuous scrutiny, the beast reveals itself as… well, simply a beast. Nothing about its own anam signature shows it to be anything but a particularly well fed ox. Quishu is a stronger source of beast anam than the ox, and it is only barely more powerful than the horses.

My attention wanders from the ox and to the rest of the clearing. I allow the signatures I've ignored back into my attention and scan the area as a whole. Nothing seems strange at all, even to my enhanced Sixth Sense. The ambient anam is… well, it is fairly quiet. Were the land around us a beast, it would be like the ox: placid and unbothered by the complexities of life. If anything, it is more peaceful than I would usually expect, just a simple ebb and flow that almost makes me yawn when I witness it.

With an effort of will, I release my hold on the Garden. My senses rush back to me in a flood and I take a step back, almost overwhelmed by the taste of my own tongue. Zhuan Kun stiffens at my sudden motion and glances around. "Did you discover something?" he asks.

I cough once and shake my head. "No," I answer as I regain control of myself. "Nothing at all. If anything, the only strange thing in the anam is how normal it is. But we are not done; do not let your guard down quite yet."

Zhuan Kun nods sharply and returns his focus to our surroundings. As for me, I let out a low breath, fighting the urge to spit, and call upon my anam once more. The Stallion's Enclosed Garden may be a potent tool, but it is no longer my only technique capable of revealing secrets about the world around us. My eyes fall closed, and when they open, I look to the Twilight Horizon.

Color and vibrancy seem to leach from the world around me. It is not at all like the Stallion's Garden. I can still see, smell, and hear. Everything just seems so much further away than it once was. Shining sapphire light traces everything within my sight while everything else seems faded, distant, and muffled. Every time something moves, the Horizon's light moves just a fraction of a moment before, filling the space before its source can cross the same distance.

It is not that light that I look to. There is nothing before me that will answer my questions. Instead, I cast my eyes to the heavens, gazing at the twinkling pinpricks of light hiding behind the noon-tide sky. Even though I cannot see them, my soul screams that they still shine. Even though the burning aura of the sun, I seek the wisdom of the Stars, bidding them to guide me and show me what they've borne witness to.

The Astral Paragon's crown jewel burns through me, reflecting the light of the hidden stars. The celestial bodies bear witness to the technique's power. The stars burn in their constellations, content in their heavenly alignment. This I know as surely as I know my own name. But no unearthly guidance fills my limbs, no sudden insights seep into my brains.

The stars bear witness to my passage, yet say nothing.

The Twilight Horizon fades from my eyes as I let out a long breath. At Zhuan Kun's questioning look, I shake my head. "The anam is unremarkable and the Horizon will not speak," I say, considering what my techniques have shown me. So far, the energy of the world and the stars above have conspired to tell me that everything is normal. But that still leaves one method of investigation I've yet to employ: my own eyes.

I take a step towards the cart, intent on inspecting it up close. However Zhuan Kun clears his throat, drawing my attention back to him. "Even if your techniques have yet to reveal any threat, that could simply mean that the threat is a cunning one," he states. "Maintain your guard, Kong Zhi."

"Yes, of course," I answer, nodding along with his words as I consider them. "My thanks, Zhuan Kun." The noble is not wrong. Just because no threat has been proven doesn't mean that there is none within the cart- and if one exists, there can be no surer way to bring it down upon me than crawling over it like some kind of curious toddler.

No, I will refrain from touching the actual cart itself. Instead, I turn my focus to the ground around it. After all, if anything happened to the merchant, there should be tracks of whatever accosted him. Failing that, if he simply wandered away, there would still be a trail leading to where he went. I've trained my wilderness skills by hunting and seeking Nokai and her hounds in the Forest of Pearls- surely I can find the trail of a single, seated merchant.

Survival Check: 5d10s7(1.2). Dice Rolled: 7, 6, 3, 2, 2. 1.2, rounded down to 1 Success!

And sure enough the merchant's trail is simple to find. There is no shortage of crushed grass and scuffed dirt surrounding the cart. It looks as if the merchant- or at least someone who hopped down from the driver's seat- circled it more than once, beating the grass near flat. A deep sandal print near the back shows that he stood there for some time, inspecting his goods, and more prints show that he circled back towards the front of the vehicle once more.

But… I let out a low noise of confusion, drawing Zhuan Kun's focus back to me. "Is there something amiss?" he asks.

"I… I'm not sure," I say after a moment's thought. At Zhuan Kun's questioning look, I gesture towards the trail. "The merchant was here. He searched his cart at least once before going back to the driver's seat. But…"

I shake my head as I continue. "...but there are no tracks leaving the cart. None of the merchant's, at least; you can see the ox wandering away over there." I gesture at a small trail leading towards one of the barren patches of dirt. "It looks as if the merchant got down, circled the cart, and then took his seat once more. Yet…"

A quick glance at the empty driver's seat shows that no, the merchant has not suddenly appeared there since I last looked. "Yet there is no sign of him."

Zhuan Kun follows my gaze. Together, the two of us contemplate the mystery of the missing merchant for a long moment until we are disturbed by a call from Daiyu. I glance over my shoulder to see her waving at us from beside an impatient looking Clerk Ni.

The bureaucrat's curiosity and patience has been overwhelmed by his need to keep moving. It seems the odd mystery of this ox, cart, and merchant will remain just that- an odd mystery. But as Zhuan Kun and I rejoin the rest of our group, I keep one eye on the one set of tracks leading away from the cart not left by the ox: those of the cart itself.

They lead back towards the path- and then in the direction Clerk Ni leads us.
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We hear the village long before we see it.

It starts with a loud shriek that echoes through the forest. It is not a blood curdling scream of terror, though. Instead, it is the bright, happy sound of children at play that fills the air. The first shriek is followed by another, lower-pitched roar, one that moves further away from us even as we approach as its source races through the village.

The shrieks and laughter of the children are only the first notes to the village's song. As we round the bend and the first mudbrick homes come into view, it is joined by the sound of livestock clucking to each other as the soft yip of a dog keeps them in place. There is the splash of water being drawn from a well, and the soft hiss of a sickle hewing through grain. The soft chatter of people hard at work is the finishing touch, and Clerk Ni's smile can't be contained.

He glances at Zhuan Kun with self-satisfaction practically dripping from his every pore. "For a place that does not exist, it seems quite busy," he nearly purrs.

The noble's gaze is unblinking as he takes in the worn yet well-maintained huts, the bustling pasture, and the villagers going about their day. "Words will be had with the record keeper," he intones, voice low and dangerous.

We guide our mounts into the village proper while Zhuan Kun stews. Sunswift and Daiyu lead the way down the central path between the huts and towards the village square. Half a dozen villagers loiter on the sides of the path, each merrily going about their day. One is beating a small rug vigorously, filling the air with dust as she chats with her neighbor spinning thread. Another is lying comfortably on the roof of their hut, basking in the sun. More villagers trot by in the distance, minding the cattle, the picture of productive harmony.

As we draw closer to the town square, we pass a wizened old woman hanging her laundry on the line with gnarled fingers. A younger woman lets out a gusty sigh as we pass. "Mother, for the last time, please," she groans. "Let me take care of the laundry. Just rest! Look at Old Shuang! He has the right of it!"

She gestures at the man on the roof as if his existence proves her words. But the elder scoffs at her words and swats her hands away when they try to take the laundry from her. "Old Shaung was shiftless and bone-idle when he was young Shaung!" she growls back. "And I will thank you not to compare me to such a layabout! Besides, doing her own work keeps your fairy mother young and beautiful! Would you truly deprive me of such a perfect day?"

The daughter sighs and shakes her head before stepping back, muttering something about stubborn old goats that her mother pretends not to hear. Old Shaung lets out an almost painful sounding cackle from his rooftop perch, drawing a dirty look followed by a balled up shirt thrown at his face at high speed.

Old Shaung's sputtering is interrupted by another high pitched squeal of excitement. I pull my eyes from the developing argument to see a handful of children tumble from between the huts into the path, swinging sticks at each other as they bellow declarations of might. One quickly separates himself from the others and gestures at them with his stick.

"Kowtow before this young master and I shall be lenient with you!" he squeaks with a dramatic flourish of his stick. "To stand against the Sun Dragon's Fang is to court death!"

Another child, this one a slightly older girl wearing pants so worn they've long since lost their knees, gestures back with a stick of her own. "You are the one who courts death!" she proclaims. "For what is the sun before the splendor of the moon! My Silkmoon Blade will slice through whatever opposes it without fail!"

The first child, the 'young master', is delighted by the response. But the other children let out a collective groan. "Do we have to play Dusk n' Dawn again?" one whines. "I don't wanna be a spect-tay-ter again!"

The girl is taken aback and shakes her head. "We don't have to?" she hazards, glancing back at the 'young master'. "We could play… I know! Let's go play Tides n' Torrents!"

The 'young master' pouts and the girl, clearly the ring leader, changes couse once again. "I mean… yeah! We'll play Tides n' Torrents at Dusk n' Dawn! You be the Court of the Tide, Ren is still the Mirrored Hand, and I'll be the Gossamer Blade. We'll team up against the Torrent Raiders!"

The compromise is met with rapturous acclaim and the game begins anew.

All around the village, more scenes of domestic tranquility play out. A large milk cow leans into her caretaker's questing hands, enjoying the scratches being lavished on its neck. A man is dressing a newly caught rabbit while making conversation with a young woman working with needle and thread, neither of them quite making eye contact with the other. A loud, bellowing bark from a dog far too small to make it guides a sheep back towards its flock. The sound of the laundry worker's squabble with Old Shaung becomes even louder as the man returns fire with small pieces of his roof. All in all, it is an idyllic scene.

…with one strange undercurrent.

None of the villagers have addressed us.

Not a one.

Perception Check: 7d10s7(1.2). Dice Rolled: 10, 9, 7, 6, 5, 3, 1, 6. 2.4, rounded down to 2 Successes!

They notice us. At least, some of them do. The hunter's hands still over his rabbit when his gaze passes over us. The laundress' daughter's eyes widen for a fraction of a second when she looks in our direction. One of the children pretending to be a member of the Court of Tides freezes when Quishu steps near him, only to be tugged along by his ringleader. Yet not a single person hails us or even says a word about us.

It is… disquieting to say the least.

When we reach the village square, one exception makes himself known. He is an older man, body thick with muscle born from wrestling cattle and sheep. His pate is bald, and his forehead furrowed as he looks at us from over the edge of a ladle of water. Some indescribable emotion passes over his face, but when he lowers the ladle, his expression is almost as bland as any bored ox's.

He lifts his head in a casual greeting. "You couriers?"

The simplicity of the question almost stuns me. It certainly stuns Clerk Ni. When was the last time someone didn't immediately recognize the regalia of an imperial bureaucrat? As he stares at the elder, Daiyu takes charge, offering the man a sunny smile. "No, honored elder," she greets him. "This is Clerk Ni Weiyan, representative of His Imperial Glory, Liu Jian the First, Emperor-In-Steel. We are here as part of His Grand Examination, searching for those who bear the spark."

There is a long moment of silence as the elder mulls over her words. "Oh," he finally grunts. He pauses once again before asking, "Did you see any couriers on the road? I'm waiting for a letter from Twelve Fields, and it should've been here days ago."

Clerk Ni has almost recovered his composure, but the elder's nonchalance sends him reeling once more, a look of total befuddlement on his face. Daiyu is able to maintain her friendly smile as she says, "No, we've not seen any couriers. But when we leave your village, we will be sure to keep a look out for them."

She pauses for the barest possible moment, just enough to separate her thoughts, before continuing, "Though it might be easier for couriers to find you were you on any local maps. Could we have the name of this village so that we might report it to the bureaucracy?"

The elder mulls over her words before shrugging. "Last clerk who came through called it Shoubiao's Wake," he sighs. "That's good enough, I suppose. No real need for names around these parts."

Daiyu makes a noise of understanding even as more curiosity flashes across her face. But she doesn't get a chance to ask more questions before Clerk Ni finally recovers and pushes himself to the forefront of our group. "Excellent, thank you. Elder, as stated, I am Clerk Ni Weiyan, here for the imperial examination of 'Shoubiao's Wake' on behalf of His Imperial Glory, Liu Jian the First, Emperor-In-Steel. If you could assist me in organizing your fellows, we will complete our testing and be on our way without disrupting your day any further."

Another bare shrug is all the answer Clerk Ni gets, but he takes as he would exuberant agreement. "Excellent!" he chirps before turning back to us. "Disciples, while Elder… the Elder and I organize things, prepare yourselves for our usual routine. Organize your roles as you see fit; you know your duties well."

With that, he turns away, chattering to the bored looking elder. My companions and I are left to trade uneasy looks. Something… odd is going on here.

Though something odd might be going on, your duties remain the same. What role does Zhi take in the examination of Shoubiao's Wake?
[] Zhi will stand guard, keeping watch over Clerk Ni as he performs the testing.
[] Zhi will handle the administration, recording records of those who have passed or failed.
[] Zhi will roam the outskirts of the village, insuring there are none hiding from the Examination.
 
266. That Which Cannot Be Explained
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> Zhi will roam the outskirts of the village, ensuring there are none hiding from the Examination.
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As Clerk Ni chats merrily with the elder, I glance between Zhuan Kun and Daiyu. The latter is watching the bureaucrat with narrowed eyes while the former has reserved his scrutiny for everyone else. Finally, Daiyu turns away from the clerk and shakes her head. "This… this is not normal," she murmurs, voice pitched just for our ears.

I can only nod. "Something strange is going on here," I agree. As if to underscore my point, Quishu lets out an aggrieved hiss and snaps at a passing villager in a playful manner. Not only does the weathered man not recoil from the loamwalker's fearsome fangs, they barely seem to register in his thoughts. His only reaction is to move slightly to the side so he doesn't walk into my faithful steed as he walks past, eyes contemplating the horizon. "Something very strange."

"I will stand watch over the Clerk," Zhuan Kun states, tone brooking no arguments. "If there is a threat, it will find no easy prey here."

Daiyu and I both nod in unison. Regardless of how Clerk Ni has behaved since leaving the Summit, it is our sworn duty to stand guard over him, and Zhuan Kun's honor is beyond question. No matter what the bureaucrat may have said to him, Clerk Ni will find no better defender.

My partner considers things for a moment before glancing at me. "Would you prefer to handle the records, or should I…?" She trails off as I shake my head once.

"I will handle the perimeter," I answer. At the look of surprise on Daiyu's face, I continue. "If whatever is happening here is harmless or of a more mundane bent, then it matters not which role we take. We will handle it. But if the oddness is of a more…"

I trail off as I struggle to find the right words. "...of a more unusual variety," I finally say. "Then it would be better if I've more freedom to seek it out."

My answer gives both of my companions pause. Both Sunswift and Zhuan Kun's mare take small, almost imperceptible steps towards Quishu as my friends lean closer to me. "Do you think it is akin to… the unpleasantness from the Twelve Winds?" Daiyu murmurs.

The bare ghost of a shrug is my answer. "I know nothing for certain," I admit. "It could be that whatever afflicts this village is nothing more than another corrupt tax collector. The citizens of Nishan Yue behaved oddly around us at first after all, did they not? Perhaps this is more of the same, or something similar enough that it makes no difference. But…"

Zhuan Kun finishes my sentence when I trail off once more. "But if it is not, you are the most experienced at such matters and need the freedom to act. You will have it." The noble reaches out and claps me once on the shoulder. "The perimeter is yours. Patrol it knowing that we have the actual examination well defended."

He puts action to his words seconds later, wheeling his mare around to take up a position behind Clerk Ni. Daiyu pauses for a moment, stopping to nod once and squeeze my forearm before she too joins the Clerk, leaving me to turn Quishu and head towards the outskirts of the village.

As the loamwalker trots away, Clerk Ni's voice begins to echo through the village as he calls to the villagers. "Attention, everyone! I am Clerk Ni Weiyan of the Imperial Beauracracy, here to perform the grand examination for your fair village! If you meet the following qualifications, please join us in the village square! First, if you are between twelve and twenty years old…"

Clerk Ni's speech fades as Quishu takes me further and further away from the village square. Around me, the villagers continue about their day, very few acknowledging the bureaucrat's call. One pauses in the middle of what seems to be an aimless walk through the street while another's steps seem to slow, but aside from that it is as if no one can even hear the Clerk.

Sense Motive Check: 5d10s7(1.2). Dice Rolled: 10, 10, 8, 6, 1, 10, 7, 5. 4.8, rounded up to 5 Successes!

As I guide Quishu down the path, I pass villager after villager going about their day, each in their own scene of pastoral bliss the likes of which I thought only existed in idealized stories about simple living. Not one gives me a second glance; very few even give me a first one. It is as if they cannot even see the pale white Artist and his loamwalker as they stride down their main thoroughfare.

I take my cue from them. As Quishu passes each villager, I keep my gaze firmly fixed on my task, simply scanning for anyone who fits Clerk Ni's criteria that hasn't already assembled in the village square. But as I search, I watch them all from the corners of my eyes as a wistful tune strummed by someone off in the distance drifts over us like the clouds in the distance.

What I see is…

…something very strange is going on in this village.

A knot of housewives stand on one side of the path, each beating a rug as they trade scandalous gossip about the miller's son and how he's been seen with both the rancher's eldest daughter and one of the farmer's sisters. Yet no matter how hard they swing their brooms, not a single speck of dust emerges.

Something moves in the corner of my eye and I have to fight not to whip my head around. I'm able to instead slowly turn, pretending I'm keeping an eye on where Quishu is going, and catch a glimpse of a broad man on the other side of the path. He is clearly the village butcher, judging by his apron and cleaver, and he raises his hand to hail a passing hunter. The butcher practically salivates over the man's catch; the two start haggling almost immediately. Yet even before the hunter has made his final demand, his hand, dried and crusted with blood, is outstretched and the butcher is dropping coins into it.

Off in the distance, there is a grunt of effort and a small splashing noise. A group of fishermen sit at the village's edge, long lines dangling over the cliff face and into small lakes set in the nooks and crannies of the stone. The grunting noise came from a smaller one of their number as he leans back, pulling at his rod for all he's worth. His woven straw hat nearly falls from his head, but it's kept in place when one of his neighbors idly reaches over and rests their hand on it.

Quishu jerks against her reins and I'm forced to pull her back under control. When she's docile once more, I glance around to see what drew her ire. A savory scent tickles my nose and I follow it to a small cook pit dug near another hut. A pot sits upon the flame, stew bubbling within as the cook tosses in a handful of spices. They don't bother to stir the stew once the herbs are added; they simply sit there, watching the flame with an unreadable look on their face.

A sound I know as well as I know my own heartbeat breaks through my curiosity. Towards the end of the path sits an aged woman who seems more wrinkle than person. She is perched on a stool with uneven legs, slowly rocking back and forth as her fingers move nimbly over a small, handmade loom resting in her lap. Her hands fly over the quickly forming cloth with skill and-

It takes every ounce of will I can muster not to stop short. That… she is far too good. Her skill… she is better than I am. She's approaching Father's level of skill.

My Sixth Sense ghosts over her, finding only a Seated.

A sour note cuts through the distant melody and I cannot help but shiver. The warm spring breeze no longer feels quite so soothing.

Another cry jars me from my near-stupor. The children are still hard at play, scampering through the village without a care in the world.. All of their focus is squarely on their game as the ringleader guides her flock towards the pastures at the edge of the village, almost in the exact opposite direction from where Clerk Ni is preparing the examination.

I let out a low breath and turn Quishu towards them. Something is almost certainly wrong here, but I know not what it is. Until something emerges that explicitly means to harm me, I've a duty to fulfill. The prospects for the imperial testing will not gather themselves, and at least a few of the older children meet the Clerk's criteria.

"Hey!" I call towards the group as Quishu draws near. "Excuse me!"

Their reaction is what I expected: they pretend not to hear me. Instead they scurry forward as if they don't have a care in the world. One runs so fast that he trips, tumbling ahead of the others before springing back to his feet, staggering from the force of his roll. Another leaps over his now dizzy playmate and bellows his triumph while a third takes the opportunity to swing an impressively long stick through the air like a sword.

The result is… predictable. The stick shatters against one of the other children in an explosion of splinters, drawing a cry of horror from the others. But the victim only pushes themselves back to their feet and charges at the culprit, who is too distracted staring at the broken stick in his hand to defend himself. They collide and drop, rolling around on the ground as they're locked in combat that seems as vicious as anything I've ever been in.

The others don't seem to care overmuch. They simply continue their game, yelling every time they strike down another invisible foe. It seems they're right to do so; the fight comes to an end as quickly as it had begun when both participants realize that no one is coming to separate them. They pull themselves apart, one with a fat lip and eye already swelling shut, the other still rubbing at their purpling arm where the stick hit them, and rush to join back in with the game.

I watch the entire byplay with a narrowed eye. Their game seems utterly innocent- well, aside from the sudden violence, that is. However, their play happens to be leading them directly away from me. That very well could be a coincidence… but I think not.

Quishu pads after them at my urging. "Hello!" I call again. "Please wait for a moment! You've been called for your examination! If you could follow me back to the village square, we can…"

I trail off as the game continues, the children ignoring me completely. My heels go to Quishu's sides and I spur her forward into a trot as we keep pace with the roving game. "Hail to the…" What game were they playing? Who were they pretending to be? "...Tides, Blade, and Hand! If you enjoy playing Artist, then I've news for you! There is a chance you could soon stop playing and join a sect for real!"

To no surprise, there's no reaction to my word- wait. No, the playing children do respond. They don't stop and they certainly don't address me. Instead, their game picks up speed, and they run, roll, and skip even faster in the opposite direction.

They've no chance of out running Quishu, but that's what they're trying to do.

As the loamwalker easily keeps pace, one of the 'tides' glances over their shoulder at me for the first time. His eyes are nervous as they catch mine- but he stumbles as one of his companions, the young girl directing them all, digs an elbow into his side. Rather than wince in pain, the boy's face contorts into his best imitation of a determined mask. "Beware my power!" he bellows to his friends. "I- I must muster the Truth of the Moon! It is the only way to defeat the Heretic-in-Silver!"

The ringleader stiffens as if struck by lightning. "Oh no!" she calls out, horror thick in her voice. "Not the Truth of the Moon! Its light is powerful, but it cannot tell friend from foe!"

"Um, I- we… we must flee!" one of the other 'Tides' calls out, his words tripping over each other in their haste to escape. "The Truth of the Moon will surely slay the Heretic, but it will surely catch us as well if we do not run and hide!"

The ringleader swallows and glances around, looking at each of her friends. "Fare thee well," she says solemnly. "And may we reunite under the light of the sun."

With her words still hanging over them all, the group splits, each of them tearing off in a different direction as they flee from their 'technique'-

-and from me.

No longer shackled by their group, the 'Artists' scatter to the four winds. Some duck and hide in nearby homes. Others weave around the rest of the villagers, using them as obstacles. A few cast stealth aside and simply run as fast as they can to where I am not. It is impossible to track them all.

I settle for tracking one: the ringleader. The playing children are the only ones actively responding to my existence, and she seems to be the one directing the children. If there are any answers to be had here, they will be with her. I send Quishu cantering forth, following her as she makes her way towards the edge of the village.

For a split second, she looks back at me.

There is no fear in her eyes. No terror. No anger, no hatred, no worry or dread.

She just looks… tired.

But the expression is gone as quickly as it appeared. She ducks around the corner of a hut and I guide Quishu after her, tracking her as she scampers. The girl weaves between barrels, under the sagging boughs of a tree, and towards the gate of a pasture. Not even pausing as the gate swings closed behind her, the ringleader vanishes into the herd of beasts. I am left once more with nothing but the plucking of strings and the scent of rain.

I pull Quishu to a halt before she runs into the fence and slide from her saddle. The loamwalker lets out a discontented snort and I reach over, idly patting her muzzle as I tie her reins to the pasture. Bringing Quishu in amidst the cows and pigs seems a poor idea-

-Quishu lets out another furious bray. I glance around for the source, and it is not hard to find.

On the other side of the fence is a large, brown dog with shaggy fur and a stump for a tail. One of its ears is worn and ragged from an old wound, and its muzzle is similarly scarred, but its eyes are sharp and alert as it faces Quishu and I. It stands perfectly still for a long moment- until Quishu lets out another bray, which is met with a chorus of booming barks.

I let out a low breath and straighten up. Alright, now there's a dog. If there's one thing I'm certain I can deal with, it's dogs. Spending all that time with Nokai and her pack has made normal hounds seem almost tame. If I can deal with Zhao's disregard, I can handle whatever ails this one. I move towards the beast- but pause.

Its barks come even faster now. Furious and bassy, they seem to explode out of the hound one after the other. It vents its rage at Quishu. No, wait- not at Quishu. The hounds attention isn't on the loamwalker, its charges, the girl hiding amongst its charges, or even on me. It's on something in the distance. The coming storm?

The grass rustles behind me- then silence.

I straighten, a hand on my still-quiet hammer, and-

-a heavy hand falls on my shoulder. I snap to attention, pulling myself from the near stupor I'd fallen into while taking my most recent turn resting near the fire. I glance up to see Zhuan Kun standing above me, eyes scanning the tall grasses as they're slowly illuminated by the rising dawn. "Do you see something?" I murmur softly as I tap Chui Dao's head against my palm.

The noble shakes his head. "The Clerk is rising," he answers, voice low, eyes still fixed on the perimeter. "Ready yourself. Mei Daiyu is giving the perimeter a final check, and then we will be leaving."

I nod once and stand, stretching out the small kinks that've formed during my pseudo-meditation. With a quarter of my attention on replenishing my reserves and the rest focused entirely on my Sixth Sense, my awareness of my own body slipped by the wayside, allowing a surprising number of small aches to set in. As I shake off the early stiffness, Clerk Ni finally staggers from his tent, a yawn on his lips and a bleary look upon his face.

He doesn't get far before noticing something is off. Clerk Ni blinks slowly as he surveys the scene in front of him. He scratches his side sleepily, trying to marshall his thoughts, but does not get to voice them before he's interrupted by Daiyu making her return. My partner's fingers beat a tempo on New Moon as she slinks back into camp. At our questioning looks, she shakes her head. "Nothing," she says.

"Nothing at all?" Zhuan Kun prompts her.

"Nothing at all," Daiyu confirms. "Not a print has been left, not a stick has been broken, not a blade of grass has been crushed. Whatever those things were, they may as well have been ghosts."

With each new word, Clerk Ni's eyes widen. His gaze darts from Daiyu to Zhuan Kun then out to our surroundings, now a hazy gray beneath the questing fingers of the rising sun. "What's this about ghosts?" he asks, considerably more alert than I've ever seen him this early. "What's going on?"

Zhuan Kun is too busy watching our surroundings- and perhaps ignoring Clerk Ni- to answer, and Daiyu's occupied herself with tending to Yuebing. The duty of keeping our charge informed falls to me. "There was a disturbance in the night not long after you retired," I answer. "We are unsure as to what it was, though. It left no traces of its passing. If we had not all detected it and heard it speak, I would question my own senses."

Any lingering drowsiness falls from Clerk Ni like the torn fragments of a cocoon from a newborn moth. "I… see," he says after a moment. The bureaucrat turns back towards his tent before pausing, as if my words have just now reached him, and glances back to me. "Whatever it was, it spoke?"

At my nod, the Clerk turns to face me fully. "And what did it say?" he prompts.

"It was very faint," I answer after a moment. "But it told us to flee." A glance at Daiyu and Zhuan Kun shows that they are nodding along, confirming that that is what they heard as well.

But far from being alarmed, the information makes Clerk Ni let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, is that all? You had me worried, Disciples." He puts a hand to his chest and chuckles. "Though that is certainly one way to ensure that I am awake and ready for the day."

With a smile, the bureaucrat turns back to his tent and begins packing it away. A jaunty tune fills the air as Clerk Ni lets out an honest, actual whistle, paying no more mind to us or the threat than he would a stick we'd ridden past on the road. I stare at his back with wide eyes. The worry and resolve that have been flowing through me since last night vanishes beneath a wave of pure and utter confusion.

"Clerk?" Daiyu says, voice that of a healer treating a patient who has recently been struck in the head. "Did you, by chance, mishear Zhi? Something encroached on the perimeter of our camp, something that threatened us and left no trace."

"Oh, I heard him quite clearly, Disciple Mei," comes Clerk Ni's downright jovial answer. As he finishes folding his blankets, he turns back to us wearing the widest smile I've seen grace his features since the Honeydrenched Hills. "And I am certain that that is what you believe happened. No doubt such things happen to you often in your sect tunnels. Tell me, does your day even truly begin until you have warded off a threat from forces unknown?"

The bureaucrat stops and chuckles at his own words. I trade a worried glance with Daiyu and Zhuan Kun. Was… was our vigilance insufficient? Did a wandering spirit steal into Clerk Ni's bedroll and replace him? That is the only thing that even begins to make sense about how he's acting.

Clerk Ni finishes his laugh and shakes his head once. "No, no, while I am certain you heard exactly what you say you heard, the explanation is far more mundane than whispering threats in the dark." His grin widens and he leans forward, grip tightening on his bag. "We, Disciples, are being sabotaged."

He pauses for a long moment, eyes flicking from face to face as he takes in our reactions. When none of us show anything beyond confusion, he sighs and rests a hand on his hip. "It is a simple deduction, Disciples," he says. "If this were an actual threat, it would have made itself known with something besides a menacing whisper. It would have attacked, or at the very least demonstrated its power to make us think twice."

"But it did not," Clerk Ni continues, grin spreading even wider. "It merely skulked in the night- were it even there. Was one of Clerk Yan's escorts not a wielder of more subtle arts? And did she not claim to canvas the coast most thoroughly?"

That… It is true that Dun Lihan did not use more conventional, physical techniques, but this hardly seems like something she would, or even could, do, especially not without leaving a trace of her anam. And even if she could… why? And how would she have found us? The more Clerk Ni speaks, the less sense his theory makes.

Clerk Ni does not seem to notice my skepticism, however. Instead he nods to himself. "Indeed," he says. "Clerk Yan claimed to put the coastal villages to the test, but truly she abandoned them in favor of her own agenda. To cover her perfidy, her escort left a working behind to ward off any who might see through her ruse."

The bureaucrat looks at each of us in turn and smiles once more. "No, there was no true threat, Disciples, though I commend your dedication and vigilance. We are merely being sabotaged- and that means we are doing well! One would not bother to sabotage an already failing rival, after all."

"No, where there is sabotage, there is opportunity!" Clerk Ni declares brightly. He finishes packing his tent and slings it onto the back of his pony. "Now, let's be off! It is going to be a wondrous day, and I've a mind to greet it!"

He speaks with such confidence that I almost find myself nodding along. But none of Clerk Ni's assertions make even the slightest amount of sense… do they?
***
Clerk Ni's newfound good mood does not vanish once we get on the road. Even though he still pours over his maps and pays us little mind, it is closer to the benign disinterest that's characterized most of our journey instead of the pointed anger from the last week. When he's not whistling the tune flowing through his mind, he's humming it instead, a smile always on his lips. When he has to address any of us, it's with a polite word.

When Daiyu has to guide his pony around a curve, Clerk Ni even looks up from his maps and thanks her politely. She nearly forgets to properly steer Sunswift as well from the shock.

The bureaucrat's joy seems to be contagious- though not to us, of course. My companions are just as bewildered as I am, if not more so, and I find myself very bewildered. It is the world itself around us that echoes the Clerk's joy. The spring sun beaming down through the holes in the clouds is gentle and warming, making the Emberflow Abyss shine as if it carries diamonds along with the rubies that fill every wave. A glistening fish the size of my arm leaps from the surf, devouring an unwary insect before falling once more with a breathtaking spray.

The wind is a calming, refreshing breeze that carries the sweet scent of flowers from the White Daylight Fields. A chorus of birds greet the day, the birdsong barely audible over the gentle crash of the waves. The two sounds create a peaceful harmony so complete that if I did not know better, I would say that it was rehearsed

The only imperfection in this otherwise picturesque day lies far on the horizon. Dark Clouds gather over the Emberflow Abyss, each resembling nothing so much as a hungry beast as they lurk near the edge of the world. But even those ominous shadows in the sky seem to only add to the day, as they bring balance to the world with the subtle scent of a cleansing rain.

It is all almost enough to make one forget about the ominous whispers in the night. Almost.

Zhuan Kun, Daiyu, and I have not forgotten, nor do we share the Clerk's opinions that this is a good thing for some reason. Daiyu rides in front of Clerk Ni's, eyes narrowed as she hunts for anything and everything that might do us harm. Zhuan Kun and I ride behind him, serving as the other points of the triangle, keeping watch over our sides and rear-

-for the most part, that is. Despite our caution and our vigilance, we both still find ourselves… distracted.

"Could he be possessed?" Zhuan Kun asks, voice low as he stares at Clerk Ni's back. "Perhaps a kukuni of joy is puppeting him?"

I shake my head, tearing my eyes away from the bureaucrat to make sure nothing is creeping towards us from the sea. "His anam signature is unchanged," I murmur in response. "And since he barely has any signature at all, anything possessing him would be obvious. It cannot be that. Perhaps it was a technique from whatever those were last night? They could have launched it before their disappearance while we were trying to find their location."

This time, Zhuan Kun is the one to poke holes in a theory. "Unlikely. We were patrolling constantly around the Clerk's tent. If a technique were used, one of us would have noticed some sign of it."

"Something more mundane, then," I say, returning my gaze to Clerk Ni's back. Zhuan Kun takes the opportunity to look away himself and watch his side of the road. "Could another Seated have snuck into his tent, disguised himself as the Clerk, and taken his place? If the Imperial Bureaucracy is as cutthroat as Clerk Ni claimed, then his rivals could easily have contacts capable of such a disguise."

"A Seated? Sneak past all of us? That strains credulity," Zhuan Kun answers. "Not to mention that the imposter would need to have mimicked the Clerk's posture and tells exactly. Anyone capable of that would have no need to pretend to still be him; they would simply have left after fulfilling their mission."

The noble straightens up, drumming his fingers on his mount's reins. "Do you know if the Clerk recently obtained some new artifact? Something innocuous that he has been keeping on his person? Such objects could easily carry a curse or an ancient grudge that even now is twisting his mind."

The idea is preposterous, but I consider it all the same. "No," I eventually answer. "I would have noticed any hostile charms the moment he acquired them. Besides, the Testing Treasure would have reacted to any active charms in its presence when unveiled, and Daiyu said everything within the testing chamber was normal."


"But he could have gotten it since we left Mohei," Zhuan Kun answers, the barest note of excitement in his voice. "He could have picked it up near the stream; such artifacts have been known to come from the sea."

"They-" I pause and look towards the noble. "Zhuan Kun, any charm capable of changing a Seated's personality would be far too sensitive to survive in the sea for any length of time. The cleansing effects of salt wreaks havoc on anything of any complexity unless well protected."

Zhuan Kun straightens up in his saddle, a look of mild affront on his face. "It need not be a charm," he says. "It could have been a simple amulet containing an ancient master's spirit, or the last gasp of a vile monster."

…I wish I could dismiss such an idea out of hand. But those things can certainly happen. The proof hangs from my belt sash in the form of a small steel hammer.

A frown crosses my face and I reach down, resting my hand on Chui Dao. Clerk Ni is not the only one to be acting strangely this morning. Ever since we broke camp, the spirit that dwells in my hammer has been oddly quiet. There has been no chorus of <Muuuu>'s, like that which normally fills my morning. The small silver knot of curiosity that dwells in the back of my mind has been still, and for the most part silent.

It is… well, it is not enough to be concerning yet. Chui Dao is, after all, a very mercurial creature, one that's mood can shift at a moment's notice. But it is a change, and any change in the Kukuni is something to keep watch over.

I allow the thoughts of my hammer spirit to fall from my mind and return to the conversation at hand. "I've not seen the Clerk scoop a treasure from the sea," I say. "But I will admit to focusing on threats from outside instead of the behavior of our charge."

"I have been of the same mind," Zhuan Kun answers. "Mei Daiyu may have seen something, though."

I nod once with a sigh. "Stay here and keep watch," I say, giving Quishu's reins a quick flick. "I will go ask her." The noble obligingly guides his mount towards the middle of the road, taking up a more central vantage point, and I send the loamwalker past Clerk Ni and towards the front of our group.

The bureaucrat offers me a small wave as I move past him. That only makes my grip on the reins tighten, encouraging Quishu to move even faster. When I reach Daiyu, I fall in beside her and ask, "Zhuan Kun and I have been discussing what may have caused this. Did you see the Clerk pick up anything strange these past few days… or pick up anything at all, actually?"

"Not that I noticed," she murmurs quietly. "But I've been paying more mind to our surroundings. Do you really think he scooped up some cursed treasure though?"

I offer her the barest twitch of my shoulders. "We must examine every possibility," I say, glancing around to watch our surroundings. "Such an odd change in behavior cannot simply be the result of a good night's sleep. I…"

My voice trails off as I spot a shadow moving near the water. Instantly, every thought of the Clerk's behavior vanishes as I focus on this new arrival. Could this be the source of the ominous whispers in the nights?

A moment later, I'm staring at the new shape for other reasons. "...though then again," I breathe out. "Not every oddity in this world has an explanation."

Since I could understand the world, I have seen a great many odd things. I've borne witness to the fruits of Auntie Bi's labor. I've seen Father craft wonders from nothing but string and the passing breeze. I've met a strange talking pig that lurks underground, a society of sentient shrews, and a baking monkey that wears a hat. I had thought that at this point, I was immune to surprise at such strangeness.

I was wrong.

The bright morning sun reflects off the glassy black carapace of a crab the size of a horse. It scuttles back and forth along the sealine, enormous claws clacking in the air with vicious force. As I watch, it pauses in its stride, thrusting its claw out as if striking an invisible foe. Its many legs tense and it throws itself to the side, clearly dodging something that only it can see. Its claws close around the shadows and shakes violently, tearing its imagined foe to shreds.

Bubbles froth at its mouth and it raises its claws to the sky. They cross, blocking some mighty blow, before its legs sweep out and send a plume of sand in the air. It leaps into the sky, bursting with power any Soldier would be proud to have before spinning like a potter's wheel and extending its legs to form a wheel of chitinous death. When it lands, it rolls, coming to an abrupt halt in the seafoam with both claws outstretched like a swordsman's thrust.

I barely realize that Quishu has come to a halt. No one else comments on it either; all four of us have stopped to watch the crab's display. "Is…" Clerk Ni begins before trailing off. After a moment, he tries again. "Is that crab… training?"

He speaks in a normal volume yet the crab reacts like it has heard a mighty shout. It spins back towards us, many eyes locking on to our group. With a spray of foam and a cloud of sand, it scuttles away from the beach and towards our path.

Immediately, the shock of seeing the crab vanishes. I fall back along with my teammates as we surround the Clerk. Yet the crab does not slow. Nor does it approach us directly. Instead, it trots into our path and stands before us like a soldier before a closed gate.

Utter stillness falls over us all. We stare at the crab and are stared at in return, no one making a single move.

I cannot help but lean towards Daiyu. "...would you care to sing to this one too?" I murmur.

"You will pay for that later," comes her hissed response, her eyes never moving from the crustacean.

After another long moment, I give Quishu's reins a flick. If the crab is not going to move, we may as well try and go around it, and I guide the loamwalker towards the grass-covered side of the path. But with another scuttle, the Crab moves to bar my path once more.

Daiyu is next to try. She tries the other side, only to also be blocked by the beast. When Zhuan Kun attempts to move along the normal road, the crab moves back into its first place, claws clacking menacingly.

"I…" Clerk Ni begins, slowly shaking his head. "...what is happening right now?"

As if in answer to his question, the crab extends its claw once more- and this time, it twitches towards itself in an unmistakable beckoning gesture. It is a gesture I am more than familiar with; Fa does it frequently right before some of the more painful moments of my life.

"...I think the crab wishes to exchange pointers," I say, barely believing my own words.

Clerk Ni's eyes fall shut and he lets out a gusty sigh. "I should have requested protection from the army," he says to the heavens. "Normal soldiers never have to deal with matters like this, I swear…"

As he curses the unfairness of his life, Daiyu, Zhuan Kun, and I trade looks. Clerk Ni may hate everything about what is happening, but he does not have to deal with it.

That job falls to us.

A crab wishes to exchange pointers and will not stop barring your path until you have aided its martial journey. What do you do?
[X] This beast wishes to receive pointers? Then pointers it will receive!
-[X] Zhuan Kun will teach this crab its place.

-[] Daiyu has some frustrations to work out.
-[] Kong Zhi will see what lessons he can impart.
[] This is a strange sight, but it is only a distraction. We must get to the next village, and we cannot indulge every creature that wants to fight on the way. The three of us will work in unison to dispatch this crab.
[] There must be another route around the crab, one which the scuttling beast cannot bar. We will turn back and look for it, leaving the crustacean to its kata.
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267. A Guiding Light
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> This beast wishes to receive pointers? Then pointers it will receive!
>> Zhuan Kun will teach this crab its place.
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The crab stands frozen in place for a long moment, one claw outstretched as it beckons us closer. When we all simply stare at it with varying degrees of surprise and exasperation on our faces, it changes tactics. Its other claw rises and its stance shifts in a fluid gesture. Its carapace seems to bristle with barely restrained energy. Only the crab's raw discipline keeps it from unleashing its bestial fury.

It practically vibrates in place from its sheer need for combat. But the only true motion that it makes is in its claws, which begin to sway back and forth like leaves in the wind. It is a dam about to burst, a wave poised to break upon the shore, raw energy just waiting to be used. It wants to exchange pointers, and it will not be denied.

There is only one possible answer that can be given to such a challenge.

I look to our noble companion. "Zhuan Kun?" I ask, bemusement clear in my voice. "Would you care to exchange pointers with this… determined warrior?"

To no one's surprise, it is as if Zhuan Kun was only waiting for the request to be made. "Of course," he says promptly, sliding from his mount's saddle. "Please be patient. This may take longer than usual. It has been over two years since the last time I faced a similar foe; I will have to relearn how to properly read their body language."

As we all struggle to decide how to react to that statement, the noble turns to face the crab directly. "And you!" he intones, staring at the crustacean's beady eyestalks. "I hope you can present a greater challenge than your predecessor, else you will find this a short bout!"

Bubbles froth at the crab's mouth as its eyes lock squarely on to Zhuan Kun. The noble and the crab stare each other down for an endless moment- before they both move. A crash reverberates through the world like a gong has been struck a mighty blow as Zhuan Kun's fist collides with the crab's claw. Daiyu's hair streams backwards as wind erupts from the blow, sending a concussive burst cascading across the road and into the sea.

The two combatants have not taken their eyes off of each other. Nor do they move; they simply stand, fist and claw outstretched, as they get each other's measure. Finally, the noble honors the crab with a shallow nod, one which the crab dips its whole body to echo.

With the sound of skittering feet and a cloud of sand, the battle is rejoined. As the exchange of pointers unfolds, Daiyu turns to me, expression carefully blank. "Was I perhaps mishearing things, or did Zhuan Kun imply that this is not the first crab he has done battle with?"

I turn to her, deadpan. "He did, yes," I agree. "Is… that unusual?"

Daiyu studies me carefully, amethyst eyes narrow as she scans my face. "Zhi," she says, voice measured and calm. "Have you fought a crab before?"

I cock my head to the side, bemusement on my face as memories of the bone-white shell of the Winter Crab flash before my eyes. "I… yes, I have. Fa and I found a Vestige that wore the guise of one when we were seeking the keys to a…" I trail off as Daiyu's expression grows more and more incredulous. "...what? It was a simple Vestige crab! It was so mundane that I nearly forgot that we fought it!!"

"Mundane?! How many vestiges do you think…" Daiyu's brow furrows and she reaches up, pinching the bridge of her nose as she closes her eyes. She sits motionless for a long moment. The only sounds are those of Zhuan Kun's fierce combat as he barks pointers to the crab even as he sends it skipping across the sand like a rock across a pond.

Eventually, Daiyu opens her eyes once more. They flick from me to Zhuan Kun to Clerk Ni, who has dismissed this entire scene from his mind as he returns to his maps, before finally turning to the heavens above. She stares up at the sky as if pondering the deep fundamental nature of the universe, mouth moving soundlessly until finally, she slumps. "Of course," she says, voice painfully neutral. "You fought a crab vestige. It hardly bears mentioning.."

She turns a blank face back to the fight. I follow her gaze just in time to see Zhuan Kun bob to the side, emulating the crab's scuttling movement, before leaping into the air. For a fraction of an instant it seems as if he may never descend, and instead spend the rest of his life silhouetted against the horizon. But he falls as fast as he rose, landing squarely on the crab's outstretched claw and perching atop it like a bird upon a branch.

The crustacean doesn't seem to know what to do with the noble standing on top of its primary weapon. It shakes its claw violently, trying to send Zhuan Kun flying into the air, only for the noble to easily keep his balance. As the claw swings, Zhuan Kun sways with it, twisting until he is standing on his hands with his feet straight up in the air.

Ancestors above, I swear the crab's eyestalks widen in fury. It lets out a gurgling war cry and raises its claw, ready to hammer it and Zhuan Kun into the sand below.

But that's exactly what Zhuan Kun was waiting for.

The noble moves so quickly that I only realize what he did after the fight was already over. He hooks his fingers around the craw and drops, using the crab itself as the center of his rotation as he flips underneath the claw like an ape swinging from a tree. Zhuan Kun's feet rise in a powerful kick- and the sound of cracking chitin is his reward.

The crab stumbles back from Zhuan Kun, claws raised in a desperate defense as it struggles to find its bearings. But the noble makes no move to press his advantage. Instead he crosses his arms and gives the crab one sharp nod. "Acceptable," he declares.

The crab staggers to its… does it have feet? Even Quishu has her strange pads, but the crab has only sharp pointed legs that dig into the earth as it pulls itself back up. As it returns to a vertical base, it turns its dazed gaze back to Zhuan Kun, who takes the attention as an opportunity to analyze the spar. "Your bodily strength is most impressive for a creature of your advancement," he says. "And your speed is adequate. Your troubles do not lie in your physical capabilities."

There is a moment of silence broken only by a faint mumble from Daiyu. If I strain my ears, I can just barely make out her murmur of, "...did I become the ordinary one? How did this happen? Is this…"

Zhuan Kun either cannot hear Daiyu, does not care for her dazed mumbles, or both. "Your greatest flaw is your flexibility," he states to the crab.

In answer, the shelled warrior lifts one claw and lightly knocks on its own carapace. Zhuan Kun shakes his head. "No, not like that. Your body's ability to maneuver is at the upper end of what one could expect from a warrior of your build. I speak of your mental flexibility. Tell me, before today, when was the last time you fought a foe that truly challenged you?"

The crab is silent save for a froth of bubbles spouting from its maw. Zhuan Kun nods as if he has been answered. "Exactly," he says. "You have gone so long between challenges that you have allowed your ways of thinking to stagnate. Predictability has crept into your movements, and you act according to a routine that only you follow."

"If you take one thing from this exchange, let it be this," Zhuan Kun declares. "Test yourself. Find a challenge beyond you and test yourself against it until either it yields or your body breaks- and such challenges will not find you here on your beach. If you truly wish to become the best version of yourself, you will need to leave and seek out situations that truly test you."

The noble's latest opponent seems to mull over his words. It stands frozen in place for a dozen heartbeats before lifting its claw and staring down at it, looking for all the world as if it has never truly seen its own limb before. Suddenly, it is in motion, scuttling away from Zhuan Kun and back towards the beach.

As the sound of a dozen footsteps fades in the distance, Clerk Ni lets his map roll up with the sound of fluttering paper. "Are we finished with this latest escapade?" he sighs. "Or can we-"

The Clerk's words die as Zhuan Kun raises a hand. "We are not finished yet," the noble answers simply.

Sure enough, the scuttling sound returns, and the crab races back towards us as quickly as its too-many legs can carry it. This time, though, it is not clad only in its carapace. A small bundle of weathered, checkered cloth hangs from its back, carrying what one can only assume are the essentials that all crabs must have when beginning a martial pilgrimage. It skids to a halt in front of Zhuan Kun, a fresh froth already building at its maw.

The crab lets out an odd, throaty noise that makes Clerk Ni shiver and sends the hair on my neck standing straight up. Zhuan Kun shows no reaction. Instead, the noble reaches up and strokes its chin. "Oh?" he asks, voice contemplative. "That is bold of you, shelled one. I don't hate it."

Another series of those horrible throaty noises echo from the crab's carapace. It ends by pointing its claw at Zhuan Kun once again, jagged edges quivering as it stares down the superior foe. The crab holds its pose just long enough for a wave to crash to shore behind it before turning and scuttling away into the grasses of the White Daylight Fields.

Zhuan Kun stares after it. "...a noble resolve," he eventually states to the open air. "I will remember you, warrior. May you prove a more worthy foe in our next encounter." His words hang heavy over the road, and his eyes never stray from the trail of broken grass the crab has left in its wake. If anyone were to come down the road, they would wonder if Zhuan Kun were real or a masterfully crafted sculpture of a warrior pondering his future battles.

He stares after the crab for several minutes, and likely would for several more if he were not interrupted by Daiyu throwing her hands up and yelling "What just happened here?!" to the sky.

Thankfully, the noble takes no issue with Daiyu's lack of decorum. "Our martial rival has taken my advice," he states instead, answering as if Daiyu's question was an earnest request for information instead of the rather rude exclamation it truly was. "It has gone to seek greater challenges in the White Daylight Fields and beyond. Perhaps, with the favor of the heavens, it will grow to have power equaling its spirit. I wish it that good fortune."

Daiyu's mouth moves soundlessly and she slowly turns to look at me. I cannot say I am sure why she seems so incredulous; it all seems fairly self-evident. Whatever she sees in my face just has her eyes grow even wider, and she turns to the Clerk. There, at least, she finds a kindred spirit.

"Oh," Zhuan Kun adds, shaking his head as if just remembering something. "Our martial rival also was in possession of a small reserve of items gifted to it by the sea. We are welcome to take our pick from what it has left behind in its den; it deemed anything that remained unnecessary for the journey ahead."

I had not thought it possible for Daiyu's eyes to grow any wider. I was wrong.

"Zhuan Kun," she murmurs, voice painfully level. "How do you… did… did you understand the crab? Was it speaking in some language only comprehensible by…" She waves her hand at the torn up sand where Zhuan Kun and the crab did battle, as if encompassing the entire exchange.

The noble only crosses his arms and frowns at Daiyu. "Why would it have needed to speak?" he asks, seeming for all the world to be honestly curious. "True warriors can communicate with only their fists."

Daiyu just stares at Zhuan Kun- before slumping in her saddle. "I… don't know what I even expected," she mumbles. "Let's… let's just go search the crab's stuff."

She turns Sunswift to follow Zhuan Kun, who has already begun marching towards the beach where he will doubtlessly lead us right to the crab's den. Before she can move too far, I guide Quishu after her with my knees, one hand leading Zhuan Kun's mare and the other sliding into Daiyu's.

My partner slows a hair and glances over at me. I meet her weary look with a smile. "Come now, Daiyu," I say, squeezing her hand gently. "Perhaps the crab may not have been the most… traditional of disciples, but even you must admit that it had spirit. Perhaps when it returns to challenge Zhuan Kun, you can exchange pointers with it yourself."

Her grip tightens on mine even as she shakes her head. "Do not even start with me now, Kong Zhi," she grumbles.

"Daiyu," I chide her, unconsciously leaning over slightly to let my shoulder brush against hers. "I will admit, perhaps Brother Crab may not be the most traditional of sparring partners. But does it truly surprise you that we would encounter such an opponent? It is not even among the ten most unusual things I've encountered since coming to the Heart."

Daiyu rolls her eyes, but a small smile grows on her face. "That surprises me less than it should," she muses.

I shake my head. "Come now, are you truly telling me that Brother Crab is the most outlandish encounter you've had in your life?" I ask with a chuckle. "I've not traveled the same tunnels you have. Yet I would hazard a guess that if you came across it back at the sect, you would have already seen three things, each more unbelievable than the last, that would have banished it from your thoughts utterly."

There's a moment's pause as a half-remembered line from a certain play goes through my mind. "And if your own journey through the tunnels has truly been so bereft of extraordinary sights, I could assist you in finding some. With instructions. And a map. And perhaps they will pass-"

There is a slight pressure on my cheek as Daiyu presses a kiss against it. She leans back, a broad genuine smile on her face as she flushes. I chuckle, the sound more a reflex than anything else as I meet Daiyu's eyes. "What was that for?" I cannot help but ask.

Daiyu's answer is a slight shrug. "I wanted to, and I could, so I did," is her answer before she arches an eyebrow. "Unless you have some objection?"

My hurried denials fill the air, joining Daiyu's laughter as we follow after Zhuan Kun. Sure enough, the noble leads us unerringly towards a small burrow dug in the side of a dune. Were it not for the hundreds of large, crab-shaped footprints dotting the sand around it, it could almost be inconspicuous. As it is now, though, it is clear that this is the crab's den that Zhuan Kun spoke of.

The noble marches directly towards the hole and hops in without pause. I trade a glance with Daiyu who reaches out and takes the reins for both Quishu and Zhuan Kun's mount. "I've no need to see Brother Crab's home," she says with a chuckle. "You go ahead. I'll stay here and mind the beasts."

Beneath me, Quishu lets out a soft bray of displeasure, if one unaccompanied by her usual attempted mauling. I idly scratch her between the horns and hop down. "She seems mostly calm," I tell Daiyu as I move towards the burrow. "Though I'm not sure how she'll tolerate sand, so stay vigilant."

Daiyu nods and I turn towards the burrow. As I move into the hole, I hear Daiyu saying, "You seem oddly at peace with this detour, Clerk. Have you no objections?"

"If I did, would it matter?" Clerk Ni answers. Despite his words, his tone is practically chipper. "Besides, this is actually on the way to our next stop."

"Really?" Daiyu asks. "I consulted the maps before we left the Summit. Is the next village not a few hours further south?"

"That is what I thought as well!" the Clerk answers, brightening even further. "But upon closer study of this census from two decades past, you can see-" The rest of his words are cut off as I reach the burrow and duck into it, joining Zhuan Kun as he surveys the crab's home.

It is… it is certainly the Crab's home.

I had expected nothing much. Perhaps the crab's burrow would be a small hole dug into the sand, or at best the entrance to a hidden cave. Instead, what I find is a large, circular chamber painstaking dug into the shifting sands. The ground has been trampled so thoroughly that it's been packed into near stone, and the walls are supported by roughly cut pieces of driftwood and large shells scavenged from the tides.

Zhuan Kun nods approvingly as he looks around the mostly barren burrow. "Its home is suitably austere," he intones. "Truly, it focused on nothing but improving itself. That warrior is one for others to pattern themselves after. Perhaps it truly will return to challenge me again."

I can only nod as I turn my focus to the small collection of belongings dotting the sandy floor. The crab did seem to live a life akin to a monks, with very little in the way of material possessions to disturb its focus. Still, there are a few things that catch the eye- and while I've no desire to fill the Estate with clutter, I can certainly take at least one thing.

As Zhuan Kun surveys the crab's earthly possessions, I move past him towards
a small stack of driftwood bundled up near the wall of sand. Just the presence of such a bundle raises… questions. Did the crab go out and scavenge driftwood regularly, or did it just grab more whenever it happened upon some? It bundled the driftwood together with a thick leather thong; where did the leather come from? Did the crab find it somewhere or is it also a tanner? And why did it bind the driftwood together in the first place? Was it to make it easier to move or simply to keep its home uncluttered?

All those questions and more race through my mind, but I push them aside. They may be worthy of consideration when my mind needs something to occupy it, but I've quite enough going on right now without wondering what kind of animal a crab would even make leather out of.

I heft the bundle of driftwood up and inspect it carefully. Some pieces are too short for the crab's likely intended purposes, while others are gnarled and weathered to the point where they're as structurally sound as dry straw. But each piece has a small trace of anam in it from its exposure to the salt and surf. They would be most useful in adding just a trace of anam to a greater work, or could serve as the basis to a lesser one should I start another small project.

The aspect itself is a difficult one to comprehend. My face twists into a deep scowl as I sweep in the driftwood with my Sixth Sense. There are notes of earth in the aspect, certainly enough to serve as the anam's basis, but water and wind have come to dwell within the driftwood in equal amounts. There is surprisingly little wood; any trace of the forests these branches came from has long since been ground away. What remains is something rough yet nourishing, solid yet biddable, hard as stone but breakable if hit with any suitable force.

Something tickles at the back of my mind as I consider the aspect. I've not felt its like before, but something about it seems oddly familiar. Did… did someone back at the Heart use this aspect regularly? It certainly isn't in Fa's or Nokai's repertoires, but thinking of Xu Yun's face feels a bit more accurate. Not only him; it also seems similar to some things I've felt from Ming Hui's cooking. What aspect could Ming Hui and Xu Yun have in common? One is a sailor, the other a chef. The two paths have little in-

I pause as I stare down at the wood, realization hitting me. Is this… is this salt aspected? Interesting. What applications could that have? It could have a preservative effect that pairs with wood or life- or maybe it could enhance something else like salt enhances a dishes flavor? Perhaps I should pick Ming Hui's brain for other uses before I use the driftwood.

Acquired: Brother Crab's Driftwood (Salt 9)!

Regardless, it is more than tempting enough to join my collection of materials. I pull it into the Estate and turn to Zhuan Kun, who is contemplating the molts the crab left behind. He stares at the enormous shells and shakes his head before turning back to me. A note of satisfaction enters his voice as he says, "If our martial rival continues to eschew transformation, by the time they have discovered themselves, they will be worthy of another fight."

I glance from Zhuan Kun to the shells then back to the noble. Ancestors above, he seems honestly excited by the prospect of fighting Brother Crab once they've grown- and Brother Crab is already quite large enough!

The noble does not wait for a response, thankfully. Instead he turns to the rest of the Crab's belongings. "When next it returns," Zhuan Kun says as he begins taking everything into his own stasis ring. "It will doubtless enjoy seeing what it once cherished- either to regain it, or to marvel at how it has outgrown such things. Regardless, they will be returned to it when we next meet."

A snort of amusement pulls itself from my nose and I shake my head. "Just like the school signs will be returned to their disciples? Like how the Warden's Key will be returned to the Resolute March?" I tease, turning back towards the burrow's exit.

Perhaps I am imagining it, but I swear there's the ghost of an honest, actual smile on Zhuan Kun's face as he falls into step beside me. "Exactly," is his answer, and together the two of us pull ourselves free from the crab's home.

Our return isn't noticed right away. Daiyu is with the Clerk, leaning over to get a better look at his maps. Clerk Ni is in the middle of the most animated explanation I've ever seen him give, and Daiyu is nodding along with an interest that is only, at most, half feigned.

I move towards them and reclaim Quishu's reins. The loamwalker bites at my head, but her eternal bloodthirst is at least partially sated for now. The attempt is half hearted at best. I bat her fanged maw to the side and turn to Daiyu. "Dare I ask what has you so interested in the maps?" I ask.

"I am not that invested," comes Daiyu's automatic answer, but the way her eyes are still trained on Clerk Ni's scrolls. "It is simply… it is frustrating! That's all!"


On my other side, Zhuan Kun regains his own mount and hops into the mare's saddle. I follow suit and swing easily into my normal position atop Quishu before staring blankly down at my partner. "You may have to give me more information," I say dryly. "What, precisely, is frustrating?"

Daiyu pauses, clearly going through her last words once again. Her cheeks flush and she shakes her head. When she speaks, it is with the casual air of a cat who has just fallen on its face and is trying desperately to pretend it never happened. "The maps are giving us conflicting information," she answers primly. "And each new one we consult is further muddying the waters."

Clerk Ni grumbles something that does not sound flattering about the mapmakers as he takes to his own mount, and Daiyu is quick to follow suit. She lets Sunswift fall behind to ride alongside me as she continues. "Look at this," she says, brandishing another map. I take it and glance down as Daiyu begins pointing at specific places on it. "Here is Jingyi's Summit. Judging from our travel time and speed, that would put us around… here." Her finger jabs at a spot halfway down the coast between the Summit and Twelve Fields."

"Our next destination is out here," Daiyu continues, tapping one finger against a small point in the coast. If I squint, I can see the shadow of what might be a small dot, one that could easily be a scribe's error or simply ink soaking through from other papers. "It is a small village that hasn't been visited in at least a dozen traditional testing cycles, and certainly not during the Grand Examination. And ancestors above, it seems that no one can decide on what it's called!"

Another map joins the first, this one labeled. "This one has it called Shoalwater," she states, glaring at the map as if it has done her a personal wrong. "Yet this one-" a third map joins the first two. "-dubs it Yuanzhi. And this one-" another map is thrown on the pile. "-names it Shulin's Wake! No two maps have the same name for it!"

From his position up front, near the Clerk, Zhuan Kun turns to glance back at us. "Answering such a question is a simple matter," he states. "All relevant details about every settlement are recorded in the archives of the major cities. Consulting the most recent map from Jingyi's Summit should be all you need to end your confusion."

"I've tried that!" comes Daiyu's quick response. "You need to have a word with your record keeper, because the village is not even on your maps!"

A deep scowl steals its way across the noble's face. "All records are kept and recorded by agents of His Imperial Glory with minimal oversight by any of the governing households," Zhuan Kun answers as if by rote. "Regardless, the record keepers our household supports are held to the necessary standard. If they do not have records of a village, that village does not exist."

Beside Zhuan Kun, Clerk Ni lets out a chuckle, a broad smile on his face. "Then I will speak with my superiors when I return to the central bureaucracy," he says through his laughter. "For that is where I found records of this nameless place. Between the archivists your family supports and the ones that serve His Imperial Glory directly, I know which ones I would place my trust in."

Still, Zhuan Kun is not deterred. "All records and census data are held to scrupulous standards and are subject to frequent independent review. If the Summit does not have records of a village at the location you speak of, it is not there."

"We will see soon enough," Clerk Ni answers, his smile undiminished. "For we should reach the village with an unclear name before the sun begins to set. If it is not there, then your archivists have the right of the matter."

Zhuan Kun is far from convinced. His ire is well and truly roused by the aspersions cast upon the archivists of Jingyi's Summit, and he makes his feelings known as we resume our ride along the coast. For his part, Clerk Ni seems more than happy to prod at the noble, always responding to Zhuan Kun's blunt declarations with sly nudges and the occasional jibe. Both of them seemingly quiet down after a few stern words from Daiyu- but they are back at it within the hour, much to her frustration.

For my part, I simply ride behind them, keeping watch for anything out of the ordinary. There could be no better moment for a threat to make itself known than now, while we're distracted. But the only threat that makes an appearance is Quishu, who snaps at a passing rabbit. She finds only air, though, and the rabbit vanishes into the rusting grass.

The course Clerk Ni sets us on is one that I doubt any normal map would show. We move steadily down the coast before turning slightly, cutting back inland as the ground beneath us begins to rise is gentle hills and slopes. The grass thickens into some semblance of White Daylight Fields' splendor, rustling with life that makes Quishu perk up with excitement. Trees sprout around us in a small copse that almost seems quaint after our time in the Forest of Hill, and the noontime sun glistens off the Emberflow Abyss as we peak at it through the grove.

Soon, the rising and falling of hills becomes simply rising. We set a slow yet steady pace up a gradual incline as songbirds almost seem to mock Quishu with their merriment. Before long, we are looking down off of a small cliff at the Abyss, enjoying a new breeze that stirs the trees and carries the soothing scent of the coming rain. Hopefully, if there is no village at our destination, there will at least be something to shelter the Clerk and horses beneath.

I pause as a new thought occurs to me. How will Quishu deal with a storm? So far, the weather has been remarkably calm for early spring, and I've yet to witness the loamwalker in anything worse than a slight drizzle. It could prove… no, it will be fine. Loamwalkers were born to walk the Trackless Marsh, after all. They've surely dealt with more than some rain.

I'm pulled from my contemplations by a victorious "Ha!" ripping itself from Clerk Ni's throat. The bureaucrat seems beyond pleased with himself. He gestures at the ground before us and looks over at Zhuan Kun, a look of smug satisfaction on his face. "If there is no village here, how do you explain so many tracks?"

The Clerk is not wrong. I follow his gaze to the grass before us, which has been broken and trampled beyond anything the native wildlife can account for. Thin lines that can only have come from wagon wheels have been cut in the grass, and the footsteps of at least a dozen men or beasts have beaten the rest flat.

Zhuan Kun stares at the obvious traces of civilization as if they have done him a personal wrong. But he bites his tongue and instead guides his mount forward, eyes narrowed as he studies the path that shouldn't exist. Clerk Ni follows him, humming a jaunty tune all the while.

But Zhuan Kun cannot ignore the next sign of civilization. It is so subtle that at first, we almost miss it. The grass near the beaten path is simply shorter than it should be. As we move further along the path, patches of the ground have been denuded of green entirely, leaving dark patches of barren dirt. Eventually, we follow the curve of the cliff and turn, coming across an area the size of a small building.

We also find the culprit.

A lone ox stands placidly at the edge of the barren patch. It bows its head to the grass and rips out another mouthful, chewing it in the slow, lazy manner only worn by the most bored of cattle. When it finishes its bite it bends to take another, repeating the process as it stares over the cliff and towards the horizon.

Our mounts slow as we near the beast. I look around for its master or the rest of its herd, yet find nothing. Curiously, I extend my Sixth Sense. We've just encountered Brother Crab, after all. A powerful Spirit Ox akin to the old Earthroot Ox that inspired my Blooming Spear is not out of the question. Yet to my Sixth Sense, it is just a simple ox, no more powerful than some of our mounts- and far less powerful than certain, ravenous others.

A noise from Daiyu draws me out of my contemplation. She's looking beyond the Ox towards a small knot of trees. A merchant's cart sits beneath the tangled boughs. Its yoke is empty and the driver's seat bereft of anything that might steer it.

This is no burned out husk. At a glance, it seems the perfect picture of an average merchant's cart. Pennants and brightly colored streamers hang from its railings. Its bed is laden with goods and packages of all shapes and sizes. A small wooden board dangles from one side bearing a list of prices in coin and trade alike. Were it in any of the villages we've traveled through or on the street corner of any city in the Empire, I doubt I would think twice about it.

But it is not. It is alone and untouched in the middle of a small grove of trees. Not a single scorch mark decorates its sides. Not a hole nor an arrow mars its wood. It does not even look to have crashed into a tree. It is as if it was simply rolling along before deciding to come to a slow, gradual halt.

I glance towards my companions, all of whom are scanning the woods with keen eyes. Even Clerk Ni's mirth fades as it's buried beneath confusion. "Bandits?" he asks, but even he doesn't sound like he's convinced.

Daiyu shakes her head. "It… no, the cart is in far too good of a condition- and besides, nothing's been taken. What kind of bandits would stop a cart peacefully then not take anything? It is more likely that the merchant broke a wheel and went to the village for a new one."

"But the wheels are in perfect condition," I'm compelled to answer. "It could be an axle… but then the cart would likely still be in the middle of the path rather than off to the side."

My partner nods her agreement. "And there would be some splinters of the broken one at the very least. Could…" She trails off, searching for another reason for this odd sight but finding nothing.

"Could the ox have fought the reins and broke free?" Clerk Ni guesses. "And the merchant had to leave to find help pushing his cart?"

All four of us turn our attention back to the ox. It stares back at us placidly, never ceasing its grazing for an instant. Quishu lets out a loud braying noise, and though our mounts jerk their head in surprise, the ox doesn't react at all.

"That does not seem likely," Zhuan Kun replies. "The ox does not seem overburdened with spirit." Despite his words, he does not take his eyes from the beast. Daiyu turns her focus back to the cart. Clerk Ni glances at the path, his eyes following it as it winds up through the hills. I lean over to soothe Quishu.

The ox just stares blankly at us all. And chews.

I ignore it and hop off of Quishu's back. A flick of my wrist sends her reins to Daiyu, who
takes them reflexively. She arches an eyebrow and glances from me to the innocuous cart. "Taking a closer look?" she asks.

A nod is my response. "It will just be a quick one," I assure her as I take a step towards the cart. "This entire scene is quite odd at the very least. If there is one thing I've learned from my duties, it is that oddities must be investigated lest they conceal something more sinister behind their strangeness."

Daiyu looks like she has a dozen things she'd like to say to that, but she decides to hold her tongue. Instead, she guides Sunswift and Quishu over to our other companions and glances at Zhuan Kun. A murmured word has the noble vaulting off his own steed and moving towards me until he's practically in my shadow. "Mei Daiyu does not wish for you to be unguarded while you investigate, and I agree," Zhuan Kun says, voice low as his eyes scan the trees for threats. "Perform your investigation. Our honored sister will ensure that the Clerk is protected, and I will ensure that you are protected."

The ghost of a smile tugs at my lips. Clearly, Daiyu and Zhuan Kun both remember my last investigation and how a ravenous Vestige seeking to devour me was the least of our problems. "You have my thanks," I answer. "We will only be a moment, so you need not be on guard for long. Still, I am about to turn off my senses, so your vigilance is very much appreciated."

Zhuan Kun cocks his head to the side consideringly. "
You plan to use your technique to enhance your Sixth Sense?" he muses. "Logical. That technique seems most flexible. I still find myself intrigued by it. If there is any way you could teach it to me or inscribe it on a token, I would be most grateful."

I let out a low breath as we reach the cart, preparing to step into the Garden. "I will have to speak with my family," I answer absently. "For it was from their archives that I learned it. Though I find myself surprised that you are interested. I was sure your own Path would have similar techniques."

"It does," comes Zhuan Kun's prompt answer. "If all I wished for was to hone my senses, I have many options. But yours deadens your other senses completely. It would make blind sparring far more engaging."

A chuckle escapes me. Of course, Zhuan Kun wants the Stallion's Garden so that he may train more efficiently. That is perhaps the least surprising thing I've ever heard. But I push all thoughts of Zhuan Kun's training aside, along with any other errant ones that invade my mind. Right now, I don't need distractions or amusement. I need to focus, lest something squirm from the shadows of this normal looking cart and leap at my face.

Another long breath escapes me and I close my eyes, stepping into the Stallion's Garden. The world falls away, leaving me swimming in an empty void devoid of light, sound, taste, and even awareness of my own body. My mind pushes out into sheer, undiluted emptiness, and my Sixth Sense rushes out to search the void.

The difficult part of using the Stallion's Garden to enhance my Sixth Sense is not finding anam. With nothing else to distract me, I can feel even the slightest anam signatures, ones that I wouldn't even know were there if I had even one sense left open. The difficult part is filtering what I sense and discarding useless information in the heartbeat I have before the technique becomes too exhausting to maintain.

As always, my own anam signature is the first thing I ignore. Then I push aside the steady, rock-solid sensation at my back that is Zhuan Kun. The warm, ephemeral feeling of Daiyu is next to go, as are the faint notes of life that make up the mounts and Clerk Ni. The forest around us is exuding a good amount of Wood, and the Emberflow Abyss has no shortage of Water anam. Those too are ignored, as is the faint, ever present swirl of Wind.

I redouble my focus, trying to direct my Sixth Sense at the area right before me where the cart was when I could still see. Sure enough, there are some lingering notes of wood unlike those from the forest, likely coming from the cart itself. Aside from a few traces of beast near the yoke, the cart is otherwise inconsequential. Nothing in or on it registers on my sixth sense to any great degree, with the most potent anam being no stronger than a shirt someone was particularly proud of weaving.

With the cart inspected, I turn my focus to the rest of the clearing, tracing the hint of beast from the cart back to the ox itself. Under more strenuous scrutiny, the beast reveals itself as… well, simply a beast. Nothing about its own anam signature shows it to be anything but a particularly well fed ox. Quishu is a stronger source of beast anam than the ox, and it is only barely more powerful than the horses.

My attention wanders from the ox and to the rest of the clearing. I allow the signatures I've ignored back into my attention and scan the area as a whole. Nothing seems strange at all, even to my enhanced Sixth Sense. The ambient anam is… well, upon closer inspection, it does seem a bit more active than usual. But that is hardly proof of anything. For all we know, it could mean that there have been more animals in the woods lately, increasing the quality of the local life anam.

With an effort of will, I release my hold on the Garden. My senses rush back to me in a flood and I take a step back, almost overwhelmed by the taste of my own tongue. Zhuan Kun stiffens at my sudden motion and glances around. "Did you discover something?" he asks.

I cough once and shake my head. "No," I answer as I regain control of myself. "The ambient anam is slightly more intense than I would expect, but that could be caused by anything. I will have to try another technique."

Zhuan Kun nods sharply and returns his focus to our surroundings. As for me, I let out a low breath, fighting the urge to spit, and call upon my anam once more. The Stallion's Enclosed Garden may be a potent tool, but it is no longer my only technique capable of revealing secrets about the world around us. My eyes fall closed, and when they open, I look to the Twilight Horizon.

Color and vibrancy seem to leach from the world around me. It is not at all like the Stallion's Garden. I can still see, smell, and hear. Everything just seems so much further away than it once was. Shining sapphire light traces everything within my sight while everything else seems faded, distant, and muffled. Every time something moves, the Horizon's light moves just a fraction of a moment before, filling the space before its source can cross the same distance.

It is not that light that I look to. There is nothing before me that will answer my questions. Instead, I cast my eyes to the heavens, gazing at the twinkling pinpricks of light hiding behind the noon-tide sky. Even though I cannot see them, my soul screams that they still shine. Even though the burning aura of the sun, I seek the wisdom of the Stars, bidding them to guide me and show me what they've borne witness to.

The Astral Paragon's crown jewel burns through me, reflecting the light of the veiled cosmos. The celestial bodies bear witness to the technique's power. The stars burn in their constellations, content in their heavenly alignment. This I know as surely as I know my own name. But no unearthly guidance fills my limbs, no sudden insights seep into my brains.


Yet the longer I stare into the heavens, my eyes full of stars, the stranger things begin to feel. There is something is wrong with the stars. I am no scholar to have memorized the movements of the heavens, but there is a small itching sensation in the back of my mind that murmurs that the stars are… that they are not where they are supposed to be.

The itching becomes more intense, growing into a curdling nausea that grips my stomach in iron talons. The Twilight Horizon gazes past the light of the sun and into the heavens and I fight to compare what I see with what I know of the stars above. At first it is almost a calm, casual thing as I force myself to remain calm, but as the nausea grows, so too does my worry. Within moments, my eyes flick frantically from star to star, desperate to see what the Horizon is trying to show me.

"Kong Zhi?" Zhuan Kun's voice is distant, as if coming from the end of a long tunnel. "Kong Zhi? What do you see?" But I can't muster the energy I would need to answer him. The world flashes an ethereal blue and I cannot look away. Am I still staring at the stars? Or are they staring into me?

Images flash before me, disjointed yet crisp. A winding road. A picturesque village. Children, playing- running. Bone deep exhaustion the likes of which I can barely comprehend-

-the earth rushes up and I collide with it, tumbling head over heels as the Twilight Horizon breaks. I roll back several feet, narrowly missing the ox before rising once more with an almost drunken sway in my step. "W-wha?" I manage to grunt out.

Zhuan Kun stands next to my previous spot, one hand outstretched. "Ah, good," he says, voice businesslike. "You've returned to yourself. What did you discover?"

Rapid footsteps echo through the forest as Daiyu rushes to my side. There is no trace of Zhuan Kun's calm demeanor on her face. She seems worried and not quite panicked, but not far from it either. "Zhi!" she gasps, concern clear on her face. "Are you well? What happened? You were staring at the sky for nearly ten minutes before Zhuan Kun took action!"

"I… I don't know," I answer honestly, a hand going to my temples. A thousand images etched in ethereal starlight, none coherent, play in my mind. Images of a place I've never been, and a surety that no… I have been there before. We all have.

I wrack my memory for any trace of that village in my visions not born from the Horizon, and find nothing. Yet the sick sensation in my stomach barely lessens. My body…

…my body agrees with my spirit. Which means that it is my mind that is wrong.

Yet as I look at my companions, the words… they fail to form. There are too many to speak and they all collide with each other, becoming naught but a ball of nonsense behind my teeth. No matter how I try to cudgel my brain to explain what I've just beheld, it simply doesn't come. I've no choice but to let out a low breath and shake my head.

"I… the Twilight Horizon showed me… something," I mutter. "But I'm not sure exactly what it was."

"Then ponder it on the road!" comes Clerk Ni's impatient voice. The bureaucrat is staring at the heavens himself, only his gaze is on the position of the sun. "Daylight is wasting. If we want to make good time to Twelve Fields, we cannot afford any further delays!" He turns his pony away from us and back towards the trail, clearly intent on leaving with or without us.

Zhuan Kun and Daiyu trade a look before turning back to me. "He's right," Daiyu murmurs. "Not about needing to leave quickly, I couldn't care less about that. But consider what you saw on the road. Meditate on it. It will doubtless make sense after a while."

The noble nods along with her words and together, we retake our mounts and hasten them after Clerk Ni. But even as we catch up with the bureaucrat, the visions do not fade from my memory. They lose none of their clarity. I pour over them again and again, yet they seem no more coherent than they did when they were burned into my mind.

The Twilight Horizon clearly wanted to show me something. All I need to do is figure out what.

The Twilight Horizon has unleashed a horde of thoughts and memories of a village Kong Zhi has never been to in such detail that it feels as if he walked its streets just yesterday. They are confused and distorted, yet potent. How does Kong Zhi allow them to guide his actions?

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[] One thing the visions made clear is that there is something very wrong with the villagers in this nameless town. Kong Zhi will try to isolate one and gain answers from them whether they like it or not.
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[] The visions are clear in one regard: this village is dangerous, even if how it is is confusing. Kong Zhi will approach Clerk Ni and ask him to wait outside the village as we investigate it to better secure his safety.
[] It seems like in the visions, Kong Zhi was wandering freely through the village. Perhaps that was a mistake. He will take a different role in the examination when Clerk Ni next begins his testing.
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268. Tales of Days Gone By
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> One thing the visions made clear is that there is something very wrong with the villagers in this nameless town. Kong Zhi will try to isolate one and gain answers from them whether they like it or not.
>> The woman weaving upon her Loom. Her skill transcends what should be feasibly possible for a mere Seated
> Briefly explain what you saw and suggest Daiyu uses the Twilight Horizon just as you did.
> Ask Daiyu about the story of the Gossamer Blade, the Emperor-in-Tide and the Empress-in-Silver
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Our trip down the beaten path resumes some semblance of normalcy as we leave the ox and cart behind us. Clerk Ni spends his time and effort pouring over his maps and ledgers, stopping only to needle Zhuan Kun about the poor skills of his family's record keepers. The noble responds in kind as best he can. His own barbs are less cutting rejoinders and more solemn proclamations, but he gives it his all even as he splits his focus between the clerk and maintaining his vigilance.

Once, as we round a bend, Zhuan Kun pauses and falls back to ride beside me. His blunt question about my well-being is met by a shrug and a nod, and that is enough to send him back to the Clerk to defend against a fresh barb. To him, the matter is settled. I've said that I am fine, thus I am fine, and that is the end of it.

Daiyu, on the other hand, clearly isn't willing to take my word for it. She keeps Sunswift close to Quishu despite the stallion's displeasure. Where Zhuan Kun has his attention split equally between the Clerk and our surroundings, the majority of Daiyu's focus is placed squarely on me as she glances over, concern clear on her face.

She's right to worry. I am not fine.

Even as I try to focus on the path before Quishu, a thousand images in ethereal blue light play across my vision. Each new image makes my grip on Quishu's reins tighten as I struggle to stay in my saddle. As we turn around a corner, I nearly fall to the ground, and only Daiyu's hand on my shoulder keeps me mounted.

Finally, she can take it no further. "Zhi," she murmurs, voice low and urgent. "You aren't well. We should speak with the clerk. A few hours delay while you recenter yourself should be acceptable- and if it is not, I will have a word with him."

The barely restrained menace in her voice brings an unconscious smile to my face. Her willingness to do what she thinks must be done to take care of me is… well, it brings a warm feeling to my chest. Still, I shake my head and rest a hand on hers before she can ride off. "No," I answer, voice hoarse. "That shouldn't be… it won't help. I just… I just need to make sense of these visions!"

Daiyu studies my face for a long moment. "Then let's make sense of them," she answers. "Tell me… what do you see?"

"Honestly, nothing I saw through the Horizon seems special in any way," I answer haltingly. Putting my visions to words is unreasonably difficult, but I fight to do it anyway. What does it matter if I stumble over my words or make no sense? It's Daiyu. "It is all… well, it is all almost painfully mundane. I'm riding Quishu through a village. It's no different than any of the dozens we've already seen. That's all it is; it's just Quishu and I going through a village. Were I not seeing it through a veil of starlight, I'd think them to simply be memories."

"I… see," Daiyu says after a moment. "But if that's all it is, then why is your reaction so…"

She trails off, clearly struggling to find the right word. I chuckle and squeeze her hand, a spike of mirth shooting through me."It's fine," I interrupt. "I won't be offended, I promise."

A quick smile breaks through Daiyu's concerned mask and she leans over, bumping my shoulder with her own. "Fine. If you are truly only seeing such mundane things, then why are you taking it so poorly? I don't wish to presume, but I would guess you've experienced far worse before. Your own memories should be nothing compared to, say, those of the Astral Paragon."

I shake my head, the momentary respite vanishing beneath the renewed nausea in my gut. "No, no, those were… they were different," I manage to get out. "With the Paragon's memories, or with the vision I had of Kumi's day, or any of the other times something has played out in my mind, there has been a… a kind of separation. In the moment, I was there, I was in the vision, but afterwards? I was myself again. I knew that what I had just seen was wrong, was a vision, or at the very least happened to someone else."

"But these memories… they were mine. There's no separation. The person who rode though that village wasn't the Astral Paragon, it wasn't Kumi, it was me." I let out a long, ragged breath, and meet Daiyu's eyes. "And I don't remember any of it.."

It is a measure of how deep Daiyu's concern goes that she allows my mention of having other visions to go unremarked on. Instead she doesn't say anything at all. Perhaps she can't; what can one say to all of that after all? She just rides atop Sunswift, hand in mine as she is simply there for me.

Her grip tightens after a moment and I glance at her. Daiyu's eyes are closed and her breathing slow and smooth. It is almost as if… no, she really has fallen into her own breathing pattern. I squeeze her hand back and lean over as the anam within Daiyu's core starts to shift. "What are you doing?"

"These visions," she answers, voice tranquil and eyes still closed. "They started when you looked into the Horizon. If I can see them as well, then I can actually help figure out what's going on."

I pause for a moment before nodding. Though I don't wish the nausea rolling through my gut and the near panic of these 'memories' upon anyone, let alone Daiyu, she is right. The more eyes that behold the visions, the easier it will be to discern their meaning. Daiyu is the only one here who may be able to see what I've seen. No, since the Astral Paragon has fallen, she's the only person besides me who can look to the Horizon, meaning she is the only one in the whole of the Empire who may be able to help.

So I nod and squeeze her hand again. "Be careful," I murmur, voice low. "And focus on the technique. I'll ensure you stay mounted."

Daiyu's lips quirk into a small smile but her breathing remains unchanged. We ride in silence for a long moment as she marshals her anam. Energy builds in Daiyu before pulsing- and when her eyes open, they're full of stars.

A strange, unearthly pressure fills the air. Daiyu's head turns slowly as she surveys the world around us through the Twilight Horizon, the shining violet stars in her eyes slowly swirling in a circle. She almost turns her head in a full circle, much like the owlet that's currently sleeping in her belt sash would, before turning her attention to the stars.

A misstep from Sunswift almost jars Daiyu from her saddle, but she barely seems to notice. I rip my eyes from her and turn my focus to her steed, guiding it along next to Quishu while its mistress continues to survey the world. By the time Sunswift is under control and walking along without issue once more, Daiyu's pupils have shrunk to their usual size, leaving her in full control of her faculties once more.

I hand Sunswift's reins back to her. "Did you see anything?" I ask.

To my disappointment, she shakes her head. "I saw a great many things," she sighs wistfully, glancing up towards where the stars are hiding behind the sun. "But no visions like what you described."

I'm not surprised, yet I let out a mournful sigh anyway. "But why would I see them if you could not?" I murmur. "Was it the location? Perhaps it was something about the wagon that triggered the visions. It could be our core compositions… but you've Star Anam in your core. If anything, it should be working better for you…"

I shake my head again and force myself to stop contemplating what could have caused Daiyu and I to see different things when we looked through the Horizon. If I focus on that, I will focus on only that, and everything else will be forgotten. If I want to puzzle out the visions, I will have to ignore whatever caused Daiyu's use of the Horizon to fail and instead focus on the visions themselves.

As I return my focus to the spectral blue images dancing through my mind, it lingers on a series of visions involving children. At least, some of them seem to be children; a few are old enough that it's surprising they haven't been drafted to help till the fields or mind the livestock. But in my mind's eye, they aren't tasked with any of the many duties it takes to survive in a small village. They're simply running through the town, playing Artist.

…but they're not simply pretending to be Artists, or imagining what it would be like if they themselves had the Spark. They're pretending to be specific Artists, heroes from the stories they've no doubt grown up being told. I focus on the game, eyes narrowed as they scan the false memories.

I cannot say I'm familiar with the specific game they're playing. When I played Artist with my cousins, I never tried to be the grand hero or the conquering champion. I was content with my role as the Copper Mask to Cui's Autumn Bell, and neither of us ever wanted to play another game. The names the children were crying are unknown to me- for the most part.

One does seem familiar, though. I squeeze Daiyu's hand once more to draw her attention before asking, "Could you tell me about the Gossamer Blade?"

At her questioning look, I elaborate, explaining about the visions of the children and the Artists they pretended to be: the Gossamer Blade, the Mirrored Hand, and the Court of the Tide. "There was something about a Heretic-In-Silver as well," I continue. "I'm not certain any of it is truly important, but any detail I can recall should be investigated."

Daiyu nods slowly as she considers the names. "Uncle Tia made sure I was educated in the classics," she muses. "But the names have little to do with each other. Still, if it may help, I will-"

She pauses mid-word as a new presence makes itself known. Zhuan Kun has dropped back to ride beside us, a look of perfect innocence on his face. His eyes still scan our surroundings, but he has very deliberately ensured that he is pacing us perfectly. "Are you… is all well, Zhuan Kun?" Daiyu asks.

The noble's answer is a short, sure nod. "Certainly," he answers. "I simply thought I would get a better view of our rear from this position, and I was correct. But you may continue. I, too, would hear your tales, Mei Daiyu."

I glance at Zhuan Kun. Though his words are delivered in his usual businesslike tone, there is something in his posture that is almost… excited. A corner of my mouth quirks up unconsciously as I watch the noble practically vibrate in his saddle. "Do you enjoy the older stories, Zhuan Kun?" I ask.

"Enjoyment has little to do with it," he answers promptly. "Studying the wisdom left behind by our ancestors is a proven way to hone one's mind and view things in ways one would not have previously considered."

It takes every ounce of self-control I have not to laugh at the excuses pouring from the noble's mouth. The words themselves are reasonable, but Zhuan Kun resembles nothing so much as a child trying to justify why he should eat sweets for three meals a day to his mother.

There are many words that can be used to describe the Zhuan scion. Regal is one that springs to mind. Handsome? That is without question. Refined and blunt also fit him like a well tailored robe. But this is the first time the noble has ever been adorable.

I watch his excitement for a moment longer before turning back to Daiyu. "Well," I say, fighting to keep a smile from my face. "If Daiyu has no objection, then maybe you'll be able to glean something important from her stories."
Daiyu looks as if she's struggling not to laugh, but she inclines her head gravely. "It would be my pleasure," she intones before straightening up once more. She pauses for a moment, glancing around at our surroundings and I do the same. Once it's clear we're not about to be attacked at any moment, she lets out a considering noise. "But where to start? The Court of Tides would be brief, but the Gossamer Blade is…"

She nods once, sharply. "The Gossamer Blade is a far more complete tale- or at least, this one of his tales is. You say the children mentioned the Mirrored Hand as well?" At my nod, she continues, one finger tapping a beat on her lip. "Their game is simple. They were playing Dusk and Dawn."
Daiyu pauses for a moment as she seems to search for the details she seeks. "This is a well-known tale," she starts. "We had a play based on it as well and it was always a crowd pleaser. It had a bit of everything- some drama, a bit of comedy, and exemplary fight scenes. We are not speaking of that version, though; we need only focus on what it was based on."

"The Duel of Dusk and Dawn took place lifetimes ago, back during the reign of the Emperor-In-Storms," she says. "It has humble roots for such a grand encounter. It is said that the Gossamer Blade and his companion, the Cinder Rain, were both trying to court the same lady, the Dove in the Willow. She made her choice, and to the Blade's surprise, she chose the Rain, charmed by his humility and passion as she was. The Gossamer Blade, of course, accepted her decision; he was an honorable man beyond reproach, and the Cinder Rain was his sworn brother."

Daiyu smiles and shakes her head. "But some of the Dove's other suitors were far less willing to accept defeat. One such man was the Mirrored Hand, one of the Cinder Rain's fiercest rivals. It is said that the Hand was barely interested in the Dove; he only sought her because he knew the Rain was courting her. When he was denied, his fury rendered him into a vengeful beast. He stood in the middle of town on the day of the wedding and demanded the Rain come to face him in a duel to the death."

"But the Gossamer Blade would not stand idle. The Rain was surely a match for the Hand, but such an unseemly display would ruin the wedding and displease the Dove in the Willow," Daiyu continues. Her voice has fallen into the cadence of a practiced storyteller, leaving Zhuan Kun and I sitting rapt in attention. "And so the Blade stepped forward, accepting the duel on the Rain's behalf. When the Rain and Dove left for their wedding night, the Blade and Hand remained behind."

Daiyu's voice lowers and she leans in slightly. "And so it was that when the sun began to set on the day of the Rain's wedding, steel was drawn, and the Gossamer Blade and Mirrored Hand met upon the field of battle."

"Theirs was a fierce duel," she breathes. "For hours, they fought, the sparks of their blades lighting the entire town. Yet not once did their blades find flesh. Not once was blood spilled. So evenly matched were they that the two fought until the first days of dawn rose over the horizon."

"From there…" Daiyu trails off, shaking her head. "From there, everything becomes far less clear. Some versions of the story claimed that the Hand was distracted by the light of the dawn, and the Gossamer Blade slew him where he stood. Others have the Mirrored Hand striking down the Blade and assuming his mantle out of respect for his vanquished foe. But…"

Daiyu chuckles, her laugh rich and warm. "...but the version I prefer had the two of them part as friends and equals. The respect between the two of them, forged in the crucible of combat, grew over the course of the night. When the Blade finally gained an advantage over the Hand, he could not bring himself to strike, for slaying the Hand would make the world a lesser place. The Hand was so moved by the gesture that he cast aside his moniker in favor of a new one, thus 'slaying' the Mirrored Hand and ending the duel."

"The truth likely lies somewhere in the middle," she concludes. "All we know to be true is that there was a duel between the Gossamer Blade and the Mirrored Hand, and that by the end of it, the Mirrored Hand was no more."

I cannot help but applaud softly, my fingers beating a quick beat on the back of Daiyu's hand. "An interesting story well told," I praise her, much to her flushed embarrassment. Zhuan Kun nods his agreement at my side. "Though I must ask- how does that connect to the Court of the Tides?"

Daiyu pauses. "I… it doesn't?" she answers. "The story of the Court of the Tides is a far different one, set many centuries earlier during the reign of the Emperor-In-Tides. The Gossamer Blade and the Mirrored Hand both came far, far after the Court was naught but a memory."
"But the children were playing both," I muse. "They truly have no connection?"

"None at all," Daiyu confirms. "Perhaps they were simply trying to mash two games together? I cannot count the number of times I've seen the young ones we've performed before playing, each pretending to be the lead from one play side by side with the lead from another. Even now, I would suspect there is a town where the Gossamer Blade is playing next to the Sentinel of the Sky and the Eye in the Dark."

The last is delivered so slyly that I nearly miss it. Zhuan Kun, however, does not. "The Eye in the Dark?" he parrots. "That is a tale I've not yet heard."

"Oh?" Daiyu answers. "That must be remedied, posthaste. It begins-"

I cough to interrupt her. "Perhaps later?" I ask, voice choked. "I… you still need to tell me the story of the Court of the Tides, after all."

The impish look on Daiyu's face tells me that she shall not be forgetting this nor let this opportunity go, yet she grudgingly gives me a nod. "Very well," she sighs. "But all tales must be told, Zhi… remember that."

Daiyu shakes her head, hiding the small smile that her own words inspired for a moment before straightening up once more. "Now, the Court of the Tides," she begins, her voice normal once more. "I've never performed a story of their exploits, nor have I seen anyone else stage one. They do exist, however. They are just… hard to find."

At my questioning look, Daiyu chuckles. "All that can be said for sure is that the Emperor-In-Tides reigned thrice. The first time, he faced an invasion of enemies from beyond the Emberflow Abyss. Their leader was a Warlord who, upon conquering Harmony, claimed it as his new seat and forced the Bureaucracy to crown him as the Emperor-In-Fear. Though he was seated only under force, he was still seated, and so his reign was recognized after he fell. Yet his reign was not a long one. The Emperor-In-Tides marshalled his strength and allies and was able to retake Harmony after mere months."

"The second time he was overthrown, it was by one of his own compatriots, later known as the Empress-In-Silver," Daiyu continues. She taps her finger to her lips once more in thought and glances at me. "We shall come back to her. The Emperor-In-Tides took the Dawnstone Seat once more after her fall, and reigned for decades unopposed before yielding the seat to his fourth nephew, who would be crowned Emperor-In-Ice."

Daiyu shakes her head. "Though the transition was peaceful, it was not pleasant. The Emperor-In-Tides levied some slight against the Emperor-In-Ice that he could not accept. The Emperor-In-Ice's vengeance was swift and thorough. With one stroke of a brush, he outlawed any depictions of his uncle, as well as any accounts glorifying him or even any references to his reign at all. Any and all records that could be collected were put to the torch."

With each word, my eyes grow wider. "That seems… perhaps a bit much," I answer slowly. "Is there any record of what the slight was?"

"Who can say? If it were recorded at all, it too was cast into the fire. If the insult was as great as the Emperor-In-Ice felt it was, then the last thing he would want would be for it to be known," Daiyu replies, shaking her head before continuing. "The purge of the Tides was overwhelmingly through. Soon, the only memorial to the Emperor-In-Tides remaining were belittling references in comedies that the Emperor-In-Ice enjoyed."

…that does not just sound like a bit much. It sounds petty at a scale I'd not known was possible. "But if the purges were so thorough, how do we know about the Emperor-In-Tides today?"

A cough from my other side pulls my attention to Zhuan Kun. "I have been educated on this topic," he states. "I will continue, if that is acceptable."

Daiyu looks at the noble for a long moment before the corner of her mouth starts to quirk upward. "Do you have a scroll on this subject as well?"

"I do not," comes his response. "One would be unneeded. My tutors were thorough in my education on the previous emperors, and composing a scroll for anything I am already aware of would be a waste of Yi Tai's valuable time."

My partner seems not to know how to take that, so instead she simply gestures for Zhuan Kun to continue. The noble nods and states, "Though the purges of the Emperor-In-Ice were thorough, they were not complete. Several relics of his predecessor were secreted away by loyalists, and were later rediscovered. Furthermore, the references that the Emperor-In-Ice allowed to remain were enough to draw the attention of several historians during the reign of the Emperor-In-Grass. Through their efforts, and with the recovered relics, a more complete picture was painted."

"But you are not interested in more general information," Zhuan Kun continues. "Your original query was related to the Court of the Tides. Though that was the common name of His court at the time, when spoken of in reference to the stories, it more commonly refers to a group of allies the Emperor gathered during his exile from the throne. Each was a powerful Artist, with the least of them having taken the Teacher's Step. But the most powerful was a warrior known at the time as the Pale Warden, who I believe to be relevant to another title you mentioned."

"The Pale Warden was once a soldier who made her name in the northern expanse, fighting in the never-ending siege surrounding Brilliance. She was dedicated and devoted to her task, and it is unknown how the Emperor-In-Tides managed to pry her from her post. Regardless, that is precisely what he did, and when he rode against the Emperor-In-Fear, the Pale Warden was his right hand."

There is no storytelling cadence in Zhuan Kun's voice. This is a mere recitation of facts, not a grand tale passed down through the ages. "Her core was forged of the moon and wind, and her power uniquely complemented the Emperor's own. The rest of the Court proved their worth by striking at the Emperor-In-Fear's army, but it was the Warden that accompanied the proper Emperor to strike at their leader directly."

"The Emperor-In-Fear was no match for their combined power," Zhuan Kun continues. "Their partnership did not end there, for she remained in Harmony after the Emperor-In-Tides was crowned once more. The Pale Warden grew to be known as the Emperor's strong right hand, and any words from her mouth were the same as his own. In time, they were believed to be almost interchangeable, with many suspecting the Pale Warden was the true power behind the throne."

The noble pauses for a moment, putting his thoughts in order. "It was this belief that encouraged the second usurpation of the Emperor-In-Tides. The Pale Warden came to believe that she was indeed the true, uncrowned ruler of the Empire, and that it need only be made official. She approached the Emperor and argued that it was only due to her strength that he was able to reclaim his seat."

Zhuan Kun stops abruptly and flicks his wrist. A satchel appears before him, but this one is not the familiar case carrying Yi Tai's collected wisdom. This one is older and far more ornate, with the scrolls themselves being works of art in their own right. He unfurls one and reads from it. "The direct quote, as recorded in the writings of historian Han Ri, is that the Pale Warden informed the Emperor that 'though the tides are mighty, it is the truth of this world that they only emerge from the sea because the moon wills it, and it is the truth of the moon that it must reign over all its light shines upon.'"

The words seem oddly familiar. Yet I'm not allowed to linger on them as Zhuan Kun continues his lesson, allowing the scroll to roll closed once more. "The Emperor responded in an appropriate manner, and their ensuing battle both destroyed the Green Wing of the Summer Palace and proved that the Pale Warden was indeed the stronger of the two. The Emperor was thought to be slain in the battle, and the Pale Warden crowned herself the Empress-In-Silver. Her reign was unchallenged, as most assumed she had been ruling for years, and mostly unremarkable."

Though his tone is still dry, Zhuan Kun's eyes are alight with excitement. "It came to an end a decade later. The Emperor revealed himself to still be alive, and now unfettered by the responsibilities of ruling, had been able to successfully take the Sage's Step. Together with the surviving members of the Court of Tides, the Empress-In-Silver was once more deposed."

From there, Zhuan Kun continues in greater detail, listing no end of minutia about the reign of the Empress-In-Silver and the safeguards the Emperor-In-Tides put in place to prevent a third usurpation. I listen to it all with half an ear. The rest of my focus is on my visions. That was all interesting, but how is it…

…wait.

The phrase 'the truth of the moon' does seem familiar. One of the children had yelled it as if unleashing some grand technique. Is there more to it than harsh words spat between once comrades? Or did the child simply hear it and deem it a suitable name for some fictional creation? And-

-and knowledge of the Emperor-In-Tides was purged by his son, the Emperor-In-Ice. Only recently were some records of his deeds uncovered and returned to the greater world. Zhuan Kun only knows as much as he does because he has access to the best tutors available to one of the Empire's most prominent families.

The children knowing the tale of the Gossamer Blade makes sense. His story is well known and well preserved. But knowledge of the Court of Tides and the 'truth of the moon'? That is a far rarer thing.

So how can children from a village so small it barely appears on maps know their story?
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The thought consumes me for the rest of the ride along the path. It isn't until the loud shriek of children at play jars my focus that I'm able to think of anything else. By that point, the mudbrick houses of the village have already come into view. Clerk Ni crows in triumph and Zhuan Kun puffs up indignantly, but I barely pay them any mind.

I cannot tear my eyes away from the village. It… it's real. In the back of my mind, I had wondered if it was but a creation of the Twilight Horizon, or perhaps a side effect of the technique in conjunction with my other esoteric skills. But there it is, sitting proudly near the side of the cliff.

Clerk Ni either doesn't notice my stunned silence or more likely doesn't care. He leads us into the village without a second thought.

It may be relatively early in the day, but the village is already alive with activity. Half a dozen villagers loiter on the sides of the main path, each happily going about their routine. One is beating a small rug vigorously, ignoring the dust in the air as she chats with her neighbor as she spins thread. Another is above us all, laying on what must be his own roof as he takes in the sun.

The closer we get to the village square, the more… uncanny it feels. There is a war of thrown laundry being waged to one side. On the other, a group of children that seems entirely too familiar tumble from between the huts, brandishing sticks like swords at each other. Cows moo, a dog barks, and all around us are scenes of idyllic bliss. It is all so picturesque that it feels almost wrong.

But am I just thinking that because the visions have prejudiced me to feel that way? Is this truly a problem in my head? No, it cannot be- the faces of the villagers are all too familiar, some of whom loom large within the visions. My mind could not have conjured these faces from nowhere.

As I wrestle with everything, I keep one eye on the villagers, watching them like a hawk. And just as was the case in my visions, not a one seems to pay us any mind.

It isn't until we reach the village square that someone finally addresses us. One of the elders, perhaps the village headman, leans against the well at the center of town. He is old to the point that I cannot tell how many summers he has seen, only that he has witnessed many of them. His body is thick with muscle born from corralling livestock. HIs pate is bald, and his forehead furrowed as he studies us over a ladle of water. As we get closer, he lowers his drink and nods casually at us.

"You couriers?" he asks, hand raised in greeting.

The simplicity of the question stops our group short. Clerk Ni cannot seem to believe that no one recognizes his regalia, and sputtering noises cut their way from his throat. As he recovers, Sunswift takes a step forward, putting Daiyu at the head of our group. "No, honored elder," she greets him. "This is Clerk Ni Weiyan, representative of His Imperial Glory, Liu Jian the First, Emperor-In-Steel. We are here as part of His Grand Examination, searching for those who bear the spark."

The elder chews over her words as the cows he wrangles chew their cud. "Oh," he grunts. "Did you see any couriers on the road? I'm waiting for a letter from Twelve Fields. It should've been here days ago."

The elder's casual answer sends Clerk Ni reeling once more, a look of shocked confusion on his face. Daiyu maintains her friendly smile and answers, "No, we've not seen any couriers. But when we leave your village, we will be sure to keep a look out for them- though it would be easier for couriers to find you if your village was on any maps. Could we have the name of this village so we may have the bureaucracy update it?"

The elder mulls over her words before shrugging. "Last clerk who came through called it Shoubiao's Wake," he sighs. "That's good enough, I guess. No real need for names around these parts."

The longer the conversation goes, the more my brow furrows. This… this was not in my visions. Not entirely, at least. I remember the elder. I remember some of his words, yet not all of them. But still, this entire exchange is almost painfully familiar. Has it happened before- or are the visions just wrecking havoc on my mind?

Distracted as I am, I miss when Clerk Ni enlists the village elder in the Grand Examination, leaving Daiyu, Zhuan Kun and I to figure out our own duties. While the bureaucrat is turned away, my companions and I guide our steeds into a small clump, our voices too low for any outside our circle to hear us. "This is… not normal," Daiyu breathes out. "I cannot put my finger on it, but something strange is going on here, Zhi's visions notwithstanding."

Zhuan Kun nods sharply. "I will stand watch over the Clerk," he states, tone brooking no arguments. "If the oddities lurking in the shadows prove to be threats, they will find no easy prey here.."

Daiyu and I nod in agreement before I meet her gaze. "And I will handle the perimeter," I murmur, the words oddly familiar on my lips. "If whatever is happening is harmless, then it matters not which role we take. But if the Twilight Horizon is to be believed, then it would be better if I've more of a free hand to investigate it."

My companions accept my words as easily as Daiyu and I accepted Zhuan Kun's. The noble wheels his horse around to follow the clerk while Daiyu pauses only to squeeze my forearm once before following, leaving me to turn Quishu and head towards the outskirts of the village.

As I make my way down the small, winding side paths of the village, scene after scene of idyllic, picturesque rural life play out around me. Housewives gossip while beating dirt from their rugs. A broad man in the garb of a butcher haggles with a hunter for the catch of the day. Fishermen sit at the edge of the cliff, enjoying a view the envy of any as they reel in their catch. Stew bubbles over an open flame, its cook adding a seemingly never-ending parade of new ingredients with each passing moment.

Yet they are all slightly, subtly, wrong in ways I am not sure I can even fully observe. But none of them attract my attention like the woman sitting near the end of the path.

She is an older grandmother that looks much the same as every older grandmother. Her face is more wrinkle than face, her skin is worn and weathered from a life under the sun, and her fingers gnarled and twisted like old tree branches. It is those fingers that draw and keep my attention. Not the fingers themselves, though; my eyes are drawn by what she's doing.

As she sits on a small stool with her back to the fenced off pasture, they fly over fiber and thread, weaving together a scrap of cloth with such skill and surety that it makes my breath freeze in my lungs.

She does not have a loom, not even a shabby, portable one. Instead she has a frame made of wood and stone perched on her lap that she may have made herself. It is a rough contraption held together by what looks like twine and faith, yet the weaving does not suffer from the unpolished device. As I watch, dozens of threads are united into a seamless whole that could be the envy of any Seated clothier in even the largest of cities.

I watch in silent appreciation for a long, long moment. There are a dozen ways a weaver's work can suffer from an unpracticed hand. I should know; many substandard works have come from my own hand as I struggled to ape Father's effortless perfection. The tension of the thread can be uneven, leaving the final fabric to ripple and contort once tied off. The small tails of leftover thread can be left to dangle and be cut later, causing easy fraying. Threads in the warp can break beneath the weft resulting in weak spots in the fabric. Or one can mishandle the warp entirely, leaving-

-in short, there is no shortage of ways for a weaver's work to fail. But this grandmother has made none of those mistakes. Indeed, the fabric unspooling from her frame is as good as any I've ever seen… and I've seen Father at work.

His work is without peer, of course. Even without the advantages of being a Teacher, he has a style and an artistry all his own that none can compete with, let alone a simple weaver from a backwoods village like this one. But as far as raw technique? She approaches his talent.

That, more than anything else, sends a chill down my spine. Father has been honing his craft since he could walk.

How is a village grandmother approaching his skill?

As I watch, I consider her gnarled fingers- and I guide Quishu towards her.

Kong Zhi is approaching the weaving grandmother in Shoubiao's Wake in hopes of uncovering the village's mysteries. What tact does he take?
[] I will approach the grandmother as an appreciator of her craft and focus on her skill. By determining how she got so skilled, some light may be shed on what's going on here.
[] I will approach the grandmother as a guardian of His bureaucracy. She should be more forthcoming with someone in a position of authority.
[] I will approach the grandmother as a Caretaker approaches a contact. She's been sitting here for only the divine knows how long; she must have borne witness to something. It simply must be teased out with care and subtlety.
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269. The Weaver's Rhyme
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> I will approach the grandmother as an appreciator of her craft and focus on her skill. By determining how she got so skilled, some light may be shed on what's going on here.
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From a distance, the weaver's work seems almost supernaturally fast. It barely looks as if she's touching the threads; she simply moves her hands over them in arcane patterns and fabric forms in her wake. But as Quishu brings me over to her stool and I get an up close and personal look at her skills… well, they are no less impressive.

If anything, being able to see her fingers move from my new angle above her makes her skill seem almost more impressive. There is not a moment of hesitation in any of her movements. Tails are woven back into the greater whole without pause, potential snarls in the weave are combed out before they even consider becoming problems, and there isn't a hint of fraying anywhere in her work.

The weaver is making a normal looking, nondescript shirt, yet her skill turns the simple clothing into something much more.

I let out a low whistle of appreciation as I watch her work. "Excuse me," I murmur softly, hesitant to break her concentration. "I was just passing by and couldn't help but appreciate your skill. Would it be a bother if I asked you some questions about your process?"

The weaver's wrinkled lips move, and for a moment I think she's answering my question. But no; she doesn't seem to have even noticed that I'm here, not even with Quishu looming over her the entire time. Instead, she seems to be murmuring something to herself, the words too quiet for even my enhanced hearing to make out. Whatever it is, there is a simple rhythm and cadence to it. Perhaps she has a mantra or a rhyme she focuses on to keep herself on task.

Part of me wants to guide Quishu away from the weaver and continue on my way. After all, being roughly ripped from a crafting fugue is a unique torture that I wouldn't wish on anyone. But still, with her skill… it is a rare chance to ask questions of true experts. I cannot let this opportunity slip by, even if it may halt her artistry for a moment.

…also, the village has its secrets that must be uncovered. That's just as important.

Jumping right into asking about her weaving would be uncouth. Maybe starting with a smaller, more basic topic might be best. "Your thread seems well-spun," I ask conversationally, though in truth it seems unremarkable. "Is that from your local sheep?"

She takes a deep breath as she works. I sit patiently for an answer, but none is forthcoming. Instead, her mantra continues, her voice just loud enough for me to hear a murmured, "sheep are sheared and thread is spun."

I bite back a sigh as I contemplate her lack of response- though perhaps that was actually an answer in its own right? That could conceivably be a response to my question… barely. "Their fleece is of good quality," I answer. Maybe I can turn this into an actual conversation if I just keep talking? "Do you spin it right away? I've been told that some get the best results from letting it age and dry."

"Some are born," comes her low, whispering mantra. "Some are spun."

…very well. So her first 'answer' was just a continuation of her rhyming mantra, as was this one. Either that or she's just answering my questions in the most nonsensical, opaque ways possible… and a quick scan with my Sixth Sense reveals that she is, indeed, Seated, so the likelihood of her purposefully answering me in riddles is slim.

Her hands move faster, the cloth flowing like a river from her frame. Her lips twitch along with her murmurs, but her voice is so low I can't make it out. Still, she doesn't so much as glance at me. My heart sinks in my chest as I watch her work. I thought that by directly talking to one of the villagers, it might pierce their strange forced ignorance, but perhaps that was too much to hope for. But I can't give up yet, not so quickly with just a few mumbled rhymes as my prize.

Maybe it would help if I was a bit more polite? It's unlikely, but there's nothing to lose by trying. I wrap Quishu's reins around my arm and slide from her saddle, putting myself level with the weaver. "My apologies," I offer. "I did not mean to loom. My name is Kong Zhi, and I'm travelling through Shoubiao's Wake on business with some companions. I consider myself something of a student of the needle and thread, and your work is most impressive."

I leave a pause after my words, waiting for an answer. To no surprise, it is not filled. Still, from my new vantage point, I can at least make out the weaver's mumbles a bit better as she continues her mumbling. "Mind the pattern, Mind the seam," may not mean a thing, but it is at least proof that she's capable of speech.

She's not answering polite questions. She's not responding to basic courtesies. What else could I- my mouth falls open as she shifts slightly, moving the weave just a hair. What she just did would look like absolutely nothing to an untrained eye, but I've seen Father make slight adjustments like that countless times. That slight tug moves the weave just enough to change the tension of the thread, keeping the final work from being too stiff.

"That, there!" I ask, honest excitement driving any other thoughts from my mind. "How did you know to even out the tension there? Are you worried about overcorrecting and leaving the weave slack?"

For the first time, the weaver shows an actual reaction to my questions. Her eyes narrow, but don't move away from her work. Her reedy voice raises just a hair as her unceasing mantra continues. "Softly, softly, weave it tight," she murmurs, her voice enough that I can hear it without strain. "Hope that it lasts through the night."

Sense Motive Check: 5d10s7(1.2). Dice Rolled: 10, 8, 2, 5, 1, 4. 1.2, rounded down to 1 Success!

Though her manner is unchanged, the steel buried beneath the cadence smothers my enthusiasm as quickly as it had come. It is subtle, but a note of stubborn determination has crept into her voice. As she stares at her work and doggedly chants, "Some are neither, some are none.", it is clear that she's not simply repeating the chant to help her keep time for her stitches- or, at least, not solely to help keep time.

No, there is a purpose to her rhyme- and now, she's trying to use it to distract herself from my questions.

As she continues on, keeping her rhythm with both words and fingers, I raise my voice slightly to be heard. "Your mantra is most interesting," I say. Her fingers still for the barest of pauses at my words before continuing on, racing even faster to fix the hitch in her rhythm. "The one my Father taught me is far heavier on numbers and counting than yours. Do you have different ones for different works?"

Her only response is to continue on, murmuring all the while. The mantra becomes almost incomprehensible as the weaver's voice lowers, as if she's decided to keep her rhyme from me. Her intent, almost a physical thing, is focused squarely on her work, as if the rest of the world does not exist. Though she does not speak, her message is loud and clear.

Quishu's eyes linger on the hunched grandmother and I pat her snout before her fangs come out. The loamwalker lets out a soft snarl and nips at me instead, but I absently block it with the ease of long practice as I wrack my mind for ideas. The weaver won't answer even the most innocuous questions. Were she not so consumed with her rhyme, I would question if she was even capable of speech. So how can I get any answers from her if she won't even acknowledge my existence?

Perception Check: 7d10s1(1.2). Dice Rolled: 10, 9, 8, 8, 8, 6, 2, 7. 7.2, rounded down to 7 Successes!

There are other options if she won't answer me. Another villager may be more forthcoming. Maybe I could try and ask the headman for information. He, at least, acknowledged that we exist. Or the children, maybe. They may not have spoken to me, but in my visions they still responded to my actions. If those prove true here as well, then I might be able to learn something.

I let out a low breath and turn away from the weaver, ready to admit that this might not be the most fruitful tree to shake. But as I do, I glance at her work one last time- and pause.

Now that she's further along in her work, the fabric is beginning to take a more defined form. Final stitches will still need to be made, of course, but that is most certainly the sleeve of a large shirt- far too large a shirt for the weaver herself. That could mean nothing; after all, in a village like this, one has to provide for their fellows as much as for themselves. She could simply be weaving new clothing for a friend, a neighbor, or even a grown son.

But if that's the case… then where are they?

There is no shortage of wizened elders in Shoubiao's Wake. There are some cleaning carpets, others throwing laundry at idlers, and a half dozen others besides. But they all have one thing in common: not a one of them is alone. Each and every one of the elders is accompanied by someone. Some have small children attending to them, others are working in groups with their fellows, and several are hand in hand with their grown children.

But not this elder. Not the weaver. She sits small and alone, working in silence save her disjointed mumblings. She is not bracketed by helpers or watched by minders; now that I look for it, even the other villagers seem reluctant to draw near. It doesn't seem that she is being shunned or outright excluded by the rest… but she is alone.

And if she's alone, then who is that shirt for?

I look back at the weaver. Her face is set in a determined scowl as she works, her frame her entire world. "Excuse me, grandmother? I have one more question."

"Dawn wind calls," comes her only answer in a grunt to herself. "And silence drums."

I nod along as if her incoherent ramblings make the least bit of sense. "My apologies for any rudeness, grandmother, but I am curious. Who is that shirt for?"

My words are calm, polite, and measured, but they strike the weaver like a clap of thunder.

The grandmother's eyes widen and her nostrils flare. For the first time since Quishu approached her, she falls utterly silent, her rhyme falling silent on slack lips. Worse, her hands still, the thread hanging limply from a loose grip- but only for the barest fraction of a moment. Within heartbeats, her work begins anew with even greater speed. If her hands were quick before, now they practically tear through the air with a speed that would make Zhuan Kun redouble his training.

Yet her mouth remains still. Even as she pushes herself to move even faster, her rhyme doesn't resume. She only stares down at her work with wide, almost frantic eyes.

A pang of something that might one day grow to be guilt hits me at her obvious distress, but I crush it. There is something here. For the first time, I'm on the right trail, and I cannot let sympathy or sentiment stop me.

"Is it for a friend?" I press. When there's no response, I try again. "A neighbor? A son-"

-my question is cut off by a sharp intake of breath. The weaver's eyes are even wider as she stares at her work, looking almost as if they may fall from her sockets. There is more than shock in her gaze. There is anger, there is sorrow, there is not the least amount of dread.

But above everything else, as the weaver stares down at her work, hands frozen, there is horror.

I turn and follow her gaze. It takes me a moment to figure out what has given her pause. There, at the bottom selvage, there is a small knot in the thread. It isn't anything that ruins the piece; in truth, it may be able to be combed out without even needing to pick out part of the weave. Even if it were not dealt with, there's every likelihood that whoever wears the shirt may not even notice.

Yet the only kin to the terror now in the weaver's eyes I've ever borne witness to was on the faces of the Sen when they discovered the remains of what once was Sen Daefant.

The world around us seems to hold its breath as the weaver straightens up from her frame. The villagers freeze, their idyllic days forgotten as they turn to face us, unreadable expressions on their faces. The grandmother doesn't meet their eyes or even look away from her mistake, nor does she let the frame go. Her knuckles are white as she holds the rickety wood. It creaks under the pressure, and for a moment I think she's going to destroy her work in a furious rage.

Instead, the grandmother lets out a long, low breath. With a lurch that looks almost painful, she pushes herself from her stool, rising to her feet. Her weaving frame dangles from one hand, half-woven sleeve still trapped in the strings like a fly from a spider's web.

Off in the distance, the deep, rumbling sound of a dog barking cuts through the air. She pays it no mind as she reaches into her pocket and produces a thin, rusty needle. "Under fingers, thread will glide," she nearly whispers. The words fall absently from her lips, a numbness in her voice as if they've lost all meaning to her. "Gold for joy, and black to hide."

I take a step towards her, hand outstretched for a reason I'm unsure of, but pause when she turns. For the first time since I approached her, the weaver looks up and meets my eyes.

Terror wars with exhaustion behind her eyes. She looks so weary that it is a wonder she was even able to stand off her stool. But her hands don't shake as she brings the needle to the knotted string and presses it between the threads.

"One stitch open," she murmurs, voice choked with emotion. For once, she does not mumble, instead raising her voice to be heard over the bellowing barks. "One stitch true. One stitch hidden to pay what's due."

Is… her rhyme?! Why is she continuing it now?! It- whatever her reason, her voice presses on me as if willing me to understand the import of what she's saying.

Not a sound echoes through the street. The other villagers have frozen, their idyllic days forgotten as they turn their eyes towards the weaver and I. She doesn't return their gaze; she stares only at me, tears cascading down wrinkled cheeks.

"Grandmother," I breathe. "What are-"

"Mind the pattern."

I stop once more. "I don't-"

But I've no chance to finish my answer before she continues. "Mind the seam."

Her hand trembles once, the needle shaking in the weave. Another long, ragged breath escapes her before she gathers herself, back straightening until her hunch has nearly fully vanished. She tears her eyes from mine and stares into the distance. "Let them slumber."

The distant bark becomes an ear-piercing howl.

The weaver's wrist twitches once- and then pulls at the knot.

"Let them dream."

The knot comes loose.

And all is darkness.
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269.5. I Stand Shield
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<Mu->

-a cool spring breeze cuts through the comfortable heat, rousing me from my stupor. I shake my head, clearing it of the fuzzy feeling of near-sleep and sit up straighter. It takes an effort of will to cudgel my mind back to something akin to awareness instead of letting it lapse into slumber, but I manage to get myself to rights before anyone notices.

Then again, that isn't hard. I glance around the darkened common room of the Ivory Candle to find it just as empty as it was before my attempted nap. The normally bustling inn is deserted at this late hour. The hearthfire crackles merrily as it fills the empty seats and barren tables with flickering shadow. Even the night time attendant has long since abandoned the common room, pausing only to make sure the fire is properly tended before vanishing into a back room.

The only person who could've noticed my lapse is the one who caused it, and he's far too consumed in the game to notice. Zhuan Kun does not sit on the surprisingly comfortable wooden bench. Instead, he stands, hands braced against the table as he studies it with sharp eyes.

He has a great many things to study, for in front of him the table has been transformed into a warzone in miniature. Dozens of models of beautifully crafted scenery decorate it, each exuding just the slightest bit of anam from the runes carved in their bases. The aspects war with each other for dominance, each exerting its power and subtly warping the wood beneath them into a world of chaos. Dotted through it all are nearly a hundred sculpted figures that move through the miniature forests and rolling hills conjured by the scenery. Some are towering, titanic beasts as large as my hand. Others are small, knuckle bone sized serpents that surround the greater creatures like fleas closing in on a dog.

It is the latter that Zhuan Kun pays the most attention to. With the same utter focus he displays in the heat of battle, he moves a group of the small snakes away from the model of a shifting cloud towards a larger titan. He studies the final result for a long moment before nodding sharply and squeezing the base of one of his snakes. The group shines with a venomous green light- one that is echoed by the towering pig they target.

The noble lets out a grunt of satisfaction. He glances towards me and says, "The Eternal Famine was worth one hundred and twenty-five points. When combined with my held wonders and the points from your Reaper Apes, that-"

I shake the last bit of haziness from my mind and sigh. "Yes, I know," I murmur. "I was tracking the score as well." I reach out and grab the Famine. The acidic light from the Storm Serpents attack is uncomfortable against my crimson skin, and I hurry to press one of the runes in its base to turn the light off. The Famine joins my other defeated models and I stand, reaching out to reclaim the others still in play.

Zhuan Kun makes no move to gather his own forces, though. "Better," he allows after a moment. "Your performance in that game was acceptable for one of your experience level. Do you know what your biggest mistake was?"

"Challenging your might in the Garden?" I answer, a wry smile on my face.

The noble either doesn't hear the joke in my voice, or doesn't care for it. "It is never a mistake to strive," he answers, taking me completely seriously. "Only cowards avoid battles they may lose. To succeed at anything, one must challenge themselves, even if it's against foes so overwhelming that it seems defeat is inevitable. Only by fighting in those battles can one win those battles."

I sit quietly for a moment as Zhuan Kun's words wash over me. How… how am I supposed to answer something like that said so sincerely? It would seem insulting to simply ignore them, but acknowledging them seems like it would be an invitation to 'strive' against Zhuan Kun in other battlefields.

"To truly answer your question," I say after a moment, resolving to simply move on. After all, it is not as if Zhuan Kun truly cares for social convention. He has certainly brushed by things I've said without even comment dozens of times before. "My mistake during the fourth turn. I wanted to claim the ship model-"

"The Wavecrown."

"-yes, the Wavecrown. I wanted to claim it quickly, so I overcommitted."

"Indeed you did," Zhuan Kun agrees. He glances at the model in question and then at the small armies of fallen figures surrounding it. "The Wavecrown is an important Natural Wonder, true. It is a credit to you that you moved so decisively to claim it. But its positioning on the board left it in easy striking distance for both your Reaper Apes and the Dweller Above. Using both of them depleted your forces and cost you flexibility."

The noble straightens up and gestures to my collection. "The Colossal have a limited number of units available to them. It is their weakness as a Sect, trading maneuverability and numbers for raw power. Sacrificing more of that limited flexibility weakened your lines considerably and proved a critical error."

"Instead," Zhuan Kun continues, gesturing at another piece of the landscape. "You should have sent only the Dweller Above, leaving the Reaper Apes to establish a front here. Spiraling Forest's special ability enhances the strength of any Denizen of Buru, and the Reaper Apes could have held it easily against my skirmishers. I would have been forced to react, diverting forces from Jadewater Fortress, and-"

Over the next minute, Zhuan Kun sketches out an elaborate series of moves and countermoves that would have completely reshaped the game. Each new tactic spawns more and more permutations, and I struggle to comprehend even half of them as I fight off the drowsiness still lurking in my mind. As he finishes, I'm able to refocus just in time for him to say, "-though that is how I would have played. Perhaps you have another idea?"

I stare blankly at the board for a long moment before turning back to Zhuan Kun. "...the Natural Wonders have special abilities?" I ask.

Zhuan Kun's head cocks to the side like a confused hound. "Yes, they do," comes his blunt answer. "Did I not mention that?"

All I can do is shake my head. "No," I sigh, annoyance warring with amusement in my heart. That would have been useful information to have before the game- before the last six games!- but it's hard to be upset at Zhuan Kun. There was no malice behind his silence; he's just been so excited to play that he forgets I don't have an encyclopedic memory of the Garden. "No you did not."

"Oh." Zhuan Kun stares at the board for a moment and shakes his head. "Then you will have a new factor to consider during the next game."

His hands are already at work rearranging the table. Natural Wonders are shifted around the wood, their conflicting auras joining and battling to create new effects, as our Sects are regathered. I take my Colossal from him automatically and put them down on my side of the table. "Do we really have time for another game?" I ask.

The noble glances out of the window before looking back at me. "Why would we not?"

I follow his gaze. For a moment, dawn seems to be breaking over the horizon, casting a web of shadows over the Honeydrenched Hills. But the light flickers and vanishes as quickly as it had seemed to appear, leaving only the dark night sky.

…strange. I must have been imagining it.

"Very well," I answer, turning black to the table. "You have the first move, I presume?"

Zhuan Kun nods in answer. Once the board is set, we deploy our forces, lining them up as we want on our sides of the table. Only when my models are placed where I think is best- and once Zhuan Kun's are lined up with exacting precision- does the game begin anew. Words fall away as our focus turns towards the table, the crackling fire the only noise.

In the dimly lit common room, Zhuan Kun's every move takes on an almost ethereal, dreamlike quality. His face, a mask of concentration, is turned to the table as if nothing else even exists. I try and match his focus, try to see these moves and permutations he speaks of so readily, but they slip away like sand through my fingers. Whenever I see a move of quality, I grab for it- and am punished each and every time.

"You play boldly," the noble says after a short eternity. My Broken Emissary, that figure of broken glass that so captured my attention in the Foemaster's halls, has drawn his attention as I move it into the middle of a river. "Too boldly. If you do not disguise your movements, your intentions become clear."

I pause, hand still on the Broken Emissary. "True," I answer. "But you can discern my motives just as easily if I hide them or not, and a veil would only complicate matters. Best to go forward and deal with the consequences as they come."

Zhuan Kun's answer isn't words. Instead, it comes with a simple move. A tangle of dark serpents emerges from the forest and makes its way to the river several inches from my Emissary. Once they're in position, Zhuan Kun presses a rune on the snake's base. The all too familiar venomous green light shines from his Storm Serpents before it travels down the river, reaching my Emissary.

"If your actions are not properly disguised," the nobles breathes. "Then the consequences will find you sooner rather than later."

I nod slowly as I take my turn. The Broken Emissary is moved from the now toxic river and I replace it with another of my forces. The Scourged Earth pushes its way across the terrain before reaching the river upstream of the snakes, safe from their venom- until another knot of black-painted scales makes its presence known.

"And now that I know your intentions," Zhuan Kun continues. "I can react accordingly every time. Your desire to take the Shivering Rapids is a wise one, but thanks to your forewarning, I was able to place the Sunvenom Tribe appropriately. Now, you've no hope of taking the Rapids without massive losses. Even if you spend your forces to take it, you will weaken yourself beyond salvation."

I let out a low sigh, but Zhuan Kun isn't done yet. "What's more," he states. "Your lack of obfuscation has made things more difficult for you in future games. Even after the end of this round, I know that you know the import of the Shivering Rapids. I will be able to prepare for your assault, and I will be wary of any future moves you make in their direction. The Rapids are lost to you not just in this game, but in the next as well."

I bite my lip in frustration and shake my head. Instead of responding, I refocus on my play. The river may be lost to me, but there are other tempting targets ready to be assaulted. Like… there! Towards Zhuan Kun's starting position sits a small hill dotted with dozens of tunnels. He captured it on his first turn, but has since been content to leave a token force guarding it while he expands.

But being behind his lines is no protection, and the Natural Wonder is nowhere near as safe as he believes it to be. I move the Night Lurker from where it had been hiding nearby and charge forward. This time, it is my turn to press a rune, and the Night Lurker shines with amethyst power. The weak snakes guarding the hill are no match for my Colossal, and soon it stands alone on my new conquest.

Yet the noble doesn't seem dismayed by my victory. Instead, he simply continues playing, his snakes moving around the table in a never-ending tide of scale and venom. Natural Wonder after Natural Wonder fall to his onslaught as he displays his mastery.

Only when the Wavecrown is buried beneath his serpents does he speak again. "Your play was strategic and logical," he intones. "But it was shortsighted."

"Oh?" I ask after a moment, dragging my eyes from the board. He gestures at where the Night Lurker still stands alone atop the Hill. "I thought that was a good play. It kept you from scoring any more points and deprived you of a reserve force."

"It did," he allows. "Yet you used your Night Lurker to slay a few of my Hatchlings. It was like sending a Warlord to crush a group of Seated. It was effective, certainly, but it could have been achieved without going to such lengths."

"From the start," Zhuan Kun continues. "I was prepared to lose the Sand Nest."

I stare at the Natural Wonder in question. Like the other pieces of terrain, it shines with restrained power, its anam a ruddy red against the wood. Yet as I watch, the glow seems to get brighter, casting the rest of the table in crimson. "You were?" I echo through a suddenly dry mouth.

"I was," the noble states. "It allowed me to gain in power early in the game, certainly. It was… useful. But it could not grow to match my needs. I kept it for as long as I did because moving those Hatchlings would have taken time that was better spent elsewhere. Losing them and the Nest is not ideal, but it is hardly a great loss."

Zhuan Kun considers things before continuing. "The garden requires many things if you wish to prevail," he says. "It requires dedication, commitment, and creativity. But above all else, it requires sacrifice. It requires a knowledge of how to use your pieces to their fullest extent and when to move on when they become more of a cost than a benefit.'

"It does not matter the piece. It does not matter the Wonder. Eventually, everything on the board reaches a point where it costs more to maintain, more to keep than it does to let slip."

Sense Motive Check: 5d10s9(1.2) (7 + 2 (The Cool Heat of the Flame). Dice Rolled: 8, 6, 5, 1, 1. 0 Successes!

"Now, excuse me." Zhuan Kun says, his voice steady. "There are people in need of aid within this village, and I stand shield over any who require it." Then he is gone, eye forward as he marches down the path.

I stare after him- before hurrying to catch up. By the time we are side by side once more, the sound of our footsteps cannot be heard over a steadily growing hum.


It takes me a moment to moisten my lips. There is a pressure coming from the table- no, from Zhuan Kun, one I've never felt from the noble before. "Still, it was a victory for me," I say, words sounding feeble even as I muster them. "And though I may lose the game, I at least took the Sand Nest."

"You did," he replies. His hands are braced on the table, his eyes still trained on the terrain. "And though it is inconsequential, it was still unpleasant. So yes, you were able to attain a measure of success- one I was prepared to grant you, but still a measure of success."

I let out a low breath as the pressure grows, pushing at my shoulders. "It… was there a move I should have done instead?" I ask.

"Perhaps," he answers. Still, he does not look at me. "But all that matters are the moves you made."

Zhuan Kun finally looks up. His eyes lock on mine- and I freeze.

Zhuan Kun's eyes are the most expressive part of his face. They are small, jade chips that show a window into his soul. Where the rest of his face may not move an inch, where his body might as well belong to a statue, his eyes show his feelings, his thoughts, his spirit.

Now, his eyes show none of that. They are but empty voids that bore into me with a blank, dispassionate pressure.


I move to step back, but find myself frozen.

This is… this is not Zhuan Kun.

"Our game has been enjoyable in its own way," the figure masquerading as my friend states. "I have enjoyed our time. But every piece reaches the end of its usefulness- and some must be cast aside before they can truly be used."

He does not speak with mere words. Each one is accompanied by foreign, almost inhuman emotion that presses against me like a physical force.

<Boredom. Hunger. Anger.>

"It does not matter how useful a piece was in the past. In the name of victory, everything can be sacrificed."

The Sand Nest shines again- and so does the Lurker Within. And the Windcrown. And the Sunvenom Tribe. The crimson light spreads across the table, staining everything the color of dried blood. It reaches the edge of the table- and then spreads further.

It encompasses Zhuan Kun in a tide of all-consuming light. The Ivory Candle, the Honeydrenched Hills, it all vanishes beneath the crimson- and then it reaches me.


I've no chance to think. I can only act.

My breathing technique falls over me- and I cycle.

Cycling Check: 10d10s6(1.2) (Kong Zhi's Cycling Technique). Dice Rolled: 10, 10, 10, 10, 8, 8, 6, 5, 5, 4, 7, 6, 4, 1. 10.8, rounded up to 11 Success!

Pure power pushes against my skin and against my eyes. It is the passing moments, the weight of the ages seeking to invade my body and crush my spirit. My own anam rushes to meet it, tangling together with the invading power and pulling it into my natural rhythm. Anam seethes beneath my skin, threatening to boil me with more power than I've ever held within my body before.

My skin splits. Steam rises from me as my body threatens to boil beneath the attack. My core screams in agony, and my teeth ache as they press against each other.

The power- it must be channeled. If nothing is done with it, I-

<Shock. Surprise. Fury.>

-that is a useless thought and I push it aside. It matters not what will happen if the power isn't channeled. It will be cycled. I let out a scream of agony and will- and I force an image into my mind, a focus for my will as I channel this never-ending tide.

One springs to mind immediately- the Broken Emissary, all fractured planes and broken glass. Picturing the model bends the anam into a familiar pattern, and as the power shifts so does the image.

The model vanishes beneath the crimson light- but I grab it and twist it until it is no longer shining power but smooth skin. My Autumn Hunter takes form in my mind's eyes- before it fractures into a thousand broken shards. The Ivory Ferryman rushes to take its place before it too breaks. Then the twisted, hunched form grafted to me by Tiaoyue-

-until that vanishes as well. The only figure left is a man with tan skin and a short mop of brown hair, a man that seems far too small for what he faces-

-and then that image is gone as well, buried beneath the tide. Blindly, I reach out, grasping for another focus as the power strains against my will.

What image does Kong Zhi focus on as he channels this power?
[] A bull charging across an open field.
[] A hound bellowing out a warcry.
[] A fire burning through the forest.
 
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