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Threads Of Destiny(Eastern Fantasy, Sequel to Forge of Destiny)

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Ling Qi hasn't forgotten Chu Song apparently, she just doesn't recognize her at this distance and she can't feel her Qi to understand who it is through the barriers.

Ling Qi does not forget people who scared her even if she hasn't interacted with them for a while.
 
Let's do some analysis of the previous tournament's lackluster performance and the current GG's FLEX on everyone.

Last Tournament
yrsillar said:
A moment later the boy faded like a ghost from beneath him, and she heard the Sect Head call out a name. She felt a flash of pity for the poor boy, the very first one out. She focused her attention back on Gan Guangli then, and found him still standing atop the hill he had started on. He stood ramrod straight, his spike gauntleted hands clasped together and his head bowed, almost as if in prayer. His height and bulk were only just beginning to grow, inching upwards at a snail's pace, but she knew that would change once the fighting properly began.

Then, first one disciple, then another began to emerge from the trees below, dashing up the low slope of the hill. It took a moment for Ling Qi to recognize them vaguely from the time when she had decided to help Guangli with training his followers. They gave only hasty bows before forming up around him, raising the shields and straight swords they were armed with, but as they fell into position around Guangli, she saw their stances firm up almost imperceptibly at the same time that the taller boys armor began to take on a greater gleam.
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Most recent Battle
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Gan Guangli appeared at the top of a high cliff overlooking a rushing river, running fast and whitecapped through a cleft in two mountains. A part of the wall? Most likely. He stood still for only a moment, his white and gold armor gleaming under the sunset. The cloak of fourth realm spidersilk he had acquired on their journey billowed behind him in the wind, and she saw that it was now edged in gold and embroidered with crimson butterflies, the symbol of the Cai.

Then his hand rose to his ear, and Ling Qi saw his lips move. "Report Location."

She wasn't able to hear whatever response he was undoubtedly hearing as he rapidly scanned the landscape around him. She could feel the communication though, trace the expression through the air like shimmering threads, going out to nearly a half dozen others. A young man in armor similar to Gan's though of much lower quality, leaping from river rock to river rock with a spear on his shoulder. There, Ma Lei, one of the pair of sisters who had once 'guarded' her in the outer sect, standing in a cave with her hand on the cool stone wall. Other faces,who she couldn't even pretend to recognize.
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Here, we see that GG takes some proactive measures immediately. He doesn't wait for people to come to him, he demands a status report as soon as the battle begins. He wants to know where his soldiers are, not as they come to him, but immediately. Organization and immediate purpose, he is going to drive this fight forward from step one, not reacting passively to what comes his way.

Last Tournament
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She wondered how he knew where the boy was, but there no answers for that at the moment. It wouldn't matter though, because Ji Rong was going to catch up to them before they reached him. She could see the very moment when Gan Guangli realized it too, his gaze snapping over in the direction of the unsubtle qi of her fellow commoner. "Steel Rampart, now!" Gan Guangli's voice boomed in her ears as the six of them moved as one to face the threat. Two shields crashed together at their edges, forming a wall in front their looming leader as Ji Rong erupted from the mist like aluminous bolt, scattering the mist in his wake. Lightning crackled in his now shoulder length, shaggy hair, and the stormcloud embroidery on his loose robe roiled and rumbled like the real thing.
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Most Recent Battle
yrsillar said:
Gan Guangli himself continued to hold his hand to his ear as he turned toward the mountain rising behind him and began to climb in swift, bounding steps. Plumes of dust rose from cracked stone with each leap, carrying him higher and higher up the slope. Moving back until his soldiers could take care of more of the opponents? No Ling Qi realized as he reached a wide plateau overlooking the whole of the artificial battlefield, that was what she would do.

"My cousins don't do subtle," Sixiang drawled.

He turned on his heel, and she saw liquid gold gleam in his eyes as he clapped his hands together, and three further thunderous claps followed. The sun rose over the mountain, and blazing light obliterated every shadow and veil on the upper mountain, drawing startled cries from disciples who had been trying to hide. Her own stealth arts could have resisted that, but certainly it would be hopeless for a second realm.

"Hm, he has learned I think," Meizhen said idly. In the arena, a figure burning with golden sunlight leapt like a meteor from the riverside, his own third realm cultivation drawing her attention. His spinning spear sending a pair of disciples dogging his heels down to crash into the rushing mountain waters. Stone bubbled and melted, and Ma Lei rose on a pillar of clay, her spirit bearing the signs of several failed breakthrough attempts. The wind whipped and three more of Gan's soldiers dropped to the cliff he had originally stood upon in formation.

"It is not a commanding officer's duty to stand beside his men, but to be the rock upon which their efforts turn," she finished. "It is good that our allies understand this."

Ling Qi understood what Gan Guangli was doing, standing up there like a beacon, his sun shrouded allies arrayed on the mountain a tier below. He had displayed that hiding was impossible, he had gathered his allies. Now the remaining disciples could make two choices, join hands to topple him, or be hunted down like dogs one by one. Worse, in this setting, they would look very pathetic if they refused such a blatant challenge
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We see here, as well, an absolute change in how GG is approaching the battle. He is creating a situation where the opponents must react to him and has full faith in his soldiers to do what they need to do. He is not telling them to work in a formation, or what positions to take, they know. Additionally, he is, as Meizhen mentioned, not standing amongst his troops and acting as one of them, he is above them performing overwatch actions. He is removing the advantage of his opponents with the revealing sun art he has going and is going to support his troops as needed, but he isn't going to engage until needed.

Last tournament
yrsillar said:
She saw Gan's balance shift for just a moment as the force pushing back against his fist vanished, staggering him, and struggled to follow the movement of the crackling bolt of raw qi that had been Ji Rong as it zigged and zagged, first to the left, and then to the right, and then straight up, all in less time than it took to blink, only to resolve back into his form right as his sandaled heel crashed into the top of Guangli's head like a descending bolt from the heavens, slamming the now three meter tall boy into the ground with the force of a falling tree. Too their credits, his subordinates scattered, avoiding being crushed by his bulk. Ji Rong brought his hands together in midair and discharged a bolt of roiling plasma right into the fallen giant's back with a victorious snarl.

The blast fizzled in his hands as a booming warcry blasted the fog from the vicinity and a golden hand seized him by the throat,, and swung the scarred boy away, smashing him bodily through one of the trees still standing with a splintering crack. As she watched, Gan Guangli climbed to his feet, gleaming armor scuffed and dirtied, the fading phantom of a serene many armed figure fading like morning mist from the air behind him. "You are still too arrogant Ji Rong!" Gan Guangli shouted, even as his subordinates began to regroup around him. "Do you…"
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Most Recent Battle
yrsillar said:
And the moment he did, Ling Qi felt wood qi surge under the mountain and brilliant green lances erupted under his subordinates, thick spires of plant flesh that unfurled as they reached air, opening into sticky frame fanged maws that snapped shut around nearly half of his followers. Only the spearman struck back, tearing apart the stalk of his attacker in a spray of stinking sap.

They immediately began to retract, dragging their captives down into the earth. The other disciples who remained, surged forward to take advantage.

For the first time in the match, Gan Guangli let out a familiar bellow as he knelt and punched the ground beneath him. Three golden hands slammed down into the rock as well, and plateau shook. A moment later, blazing golden radiance showed through the cracks in the stone and a tremendous golden hand erupted from the earth, dragging with it a mass of green flesh, spasming roots and tendrils. The hand squeezed and the knot of flesh at its core split apart like a rotten melon, spilling out two figures. One was a young woman with tanned skin and dark red hair, ringing bells attached to every loose edge of her flowing dress. The other a lithe young man, in form fitting armor of beast hide, pale green bracers of living wood and plant life on his wrists

From now limp jaws, his followers tore themselves free. Plummeting back to earth to join their fellows. Below, Gan Guangli, grown to over four meters in height, leapt upward with a earthshaking boom, golden hands arrayed into fists. Two crossed in front of him, catching a stream of smoking poisonously green liquid. Two clasped in prayer, the ringing of a temple gong dispelling the creeping illusions Ling Qi could feel forming in the air. Two more golden hands, and two fists of flesh struck the plant wielding young man all across the body.

Within two seconds Ling Qi had lost count of the punches thrown, within three, Gan Guangli and the westerner had struck the earth in a plume of rockdust, and the sounds of striking fists did not stop.
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Again, GG creates a situation that advantages himself and his subordinates. The green opponents must get through or around his subordinates first before directly engaging GG, wasting time and energy dealing with opponents beneath their weight class while GG focuses his offensive efforts solely on those who are the greatest threat to his control over the battle.

He does not honorably duel his opponents, he does not give them a chance to change the outcome of the battle. He engages with almost single-minded ferocity, forcing the other heavy hitters away from his subordinates. However, he also trusts that his subordinates can handle themselves at this point, that the scales have tipped in his direction that his direct oversight is no longer needed. The occasional assist from his supporting arts seems to come into play, but that is it as his soldiers do a clean sweep of the opposition, and then come to assist him against his opponent.
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There are a couple of big differences, I feel between the old GG and the new GG. The new GG took the initiative and acted proactively to remove his opponent's ability to conduct subterfuge, something that the old GG failed to do. Another thing is that the new strategy did not involve wandering to pick up his six soldiers, but instead taking advantageous terrain and assisting his subordinates to reach him and join forces. There was no moving towards an opponent haphazardly, but forcing opponents to engage him on his terms.

In this way, he seized the initiative, took steps to proactively deny the enemy tools which could circumvent his superior position, quickly assembled his squad, forced his opponents to make a choice between two bad options, and trusted his troops to do their jobs while providing critical overwatch until acting to prevent the enemy heavy hitters from disrupting his troops too much. This is completely different from how he acted in the last tournament, and the difference shows. While I can't say that if he acted this way in the former tournament he would have been able to secure a slot, I feel that it would have actually been closer than it was, and it was pretty close the first time.
 
Glad to see Chu Song back. Hope to see if any other returners have improved their arts.
Ma Jun might show up in the next prelim cause it seemed like Lei was not one of the greens.
I figure Lu Feng reciprocates GGs smackdown by opening a can of spidey on some Cai followers. Maybe Ma Jun and Shu Hai?

We now have 5 named winners advancing. Add Lu Feng, Tygra and 1 more from last year (hopes for Wen Ai because her fight was awesome and Lan Lan needs more stylish mean girl competition in her sect life.) And that fills the 8 inner sect spots with characters with establsihed history for use in our social actions.

Can't wait for the Gan on Feng on Fang grudge matches.

Last year K-Lakes and the West took gold n silver on team Cai's home turf. This year, redemption is spelled Guangli cause the Emerald Seas Gym is GG's house. And he aint giving out no badges.
 
To be fair: the tournament is a duel system at the end rather than a Command contest, which both Cai Renxiang and Gan Guangli may have advantage in.
Han Jian lost his duel despite the paper soldiers and power-kitty precisely because he was focused on Command Arts rather than something more selfish.


I think this year it might be XiaoBai Fen vs the Jin scion. So we can see a cool Fefe fight and also get our first look at a Jin.

Like. It'd be another example of Peaks-Ally vs Bai Scion. XiaoBai are very duelist specc'd, and we know nothing about Jin but bottomfeeding crabs that slap rubbish on themselves seem like they'd be self-centered cultivators.

from the Bai/Cai alliance perspective, being able to have a XiaoBai match the direct Ducal Jin scion as a non-White Caste Bai would be uh. Powerful. White Caste beats Sun presumptive heir narrowly, and the year after her XiaoBai defeats a Jin scion. I mean. Then you're just looking for some Peaks fools, but uh. Kang kinda uhhhhhhh. It wasn't much of a fight lmfao
 
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Lleda said:
Glad to see Chu Song back. Hope to see if any other returners have improved their arts.
Ma Jun might show up in the next prelim cause it seemed like Lei was not one of the greens.
I figure Lu Feng reciprocates GGs smackdown by opening a can of spidey on some Cai followers. Maybe Ma Jun and Shu Hai?

We now have 5 named winners advancing. Add Lu Feng, Tygra and 1 more from last year (hopes for Wen Ai because her fight was awesome and Lan Lan needs more stylish mean girl competition in her sect life.) And that fills the 8 inner sect spots with characters with establsihed history for use in our social actions.

Can't wait for the Gan on Feng on Fang grudge matches.

Last year K-Lakes and the West took gold n silver on team Cai's home turf. This year, redemption is spelled Guangli cause the Emerald Seas Gym is GG's house. And he aint giving out no badges.
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IIRC there was a brief mention that Wen Ai got called back home after Elder Zhou's death.
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I think the Jin scion went to the crafter's tournament, so he is not going to be part of the fighting competition.
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Xiao Fen reported that he claimed to be focusing on that, but she also reported that she doesn't trust anything a Jin says and was still warry of him. I guess we'll see if he tried to pull a fast one.
 
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I just did a quick search of this thread and wasn't able to find any mention of Wen Ai being recalled by Yrs.

I'll admit that I found Wen Ai an interesting enough personality that I'd like to see her make it into the Inner Sect.
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From A Servant's Pride part 1- Han Fang brooding about his chances to reach the inner sect.
That wasn't even thinking of the Cai's faction. Su Ling remained a hermit, but since the attack, she had been cooperating closely with them, and everyone knew she was churning out elixirs and pills at a ferocious rate. There were at least a half dozen people in that group who could fight him evenly, and at least three who were brushing up against the edge of the third realm. That said nothing of Gan Guangli himself, who had managed to claw his way all the way to Foundation Bronze despite the limits of the Outer Sect. He seemed to hold no grudge over last year, but Han Fang did not relish the possibility of facing him. At least the Wen girl had been withdrawn after the attack.
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Honestly, Chu Song's chances entirely hinge on whether she has learned the lesson the Sect is waiting for her to learn. That is, Cai Shenhua is the Duchess of Emerald Seas and calling her a demon publicly makes Chu Song basically unemployable by anyone who, you know, lives in the Emerald Seas or has to/hopes to deal with the Cai or clans based in the Emerald Seas. You know, like the Argent Sect.

She's already not going to get an easy match, since those go first to New Disciples (since they're more likely to be more talented), but if she's learned to keep her mouth shut, she might get a toss up. If she hasn't learned to keep her mouth shut, she's most likely to be Gan's first opponent. Why? Well, Gan is also an older disciple, so he's also not getting an easy match, in addition to Cai Shenhua's tendency to go "please make it harder for them" on people she's testing. It also covers the Sect's butt if Chu Song wins and makes it into the Inner Sect, since the Cai had their opportunity to keep her out of it, what with their direct retainer with a cultivation advantage put in place to stomp her (again).
 
Diomedon said:
Honestly, Chu Song's chances entirely hinge on whether she has learned the lesson the Sect is waiting for her to learn. That is, Cai Shenhua is the Duchess of Emerald Seas and calling her a demon publicly makes Chu Song basically unemployable by anyone who, you know, lives in the Emerald Seas or has to/hopes to deal with the Cai or clans based in the Emerald Seas. You know, like the Argent Sect.
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Given that, if I remember correctly, she she tried to convince Ling "almost starved to death on multiple occasions" Qi of how horrible the Duchess is by regaling her with the woes of how hard her life was as a member of the lower (gasp) nobility her Clan was reduced to, I doubt she has that kind of social awareness.
 
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The Urchin
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    The Urchin

    Yuanbo always sat at the rear of the class, close to the door but one seat away from the closest of the Corner Street Gang. The teacher today was new, a young woman in a humble style of clothing of high quality. The kind of mark that shouldn't be stolen from, for whatever you could actually grab from them was surely worth less than the likely hood of being caught. Quite different from the older man from the county seat, who wore a wealthier style with loose pockets to pick.

    "Good morning students." she said in a crisp, clear voice. The low murmur of children in proximity to one another stopped immediately. Her voice commanded respect, and Yuanbo was clearly not the only one that felt curious to hear her speak more.

    "Good Morning Teacher." Yuanbo joined the others in the slightly staggered response.

    "Today we will be learning numbers" said the teacher as she pulled out a numbering loom. The kind used by the sellers he knew better than to steal from. "We'll begin with counting, and build up to understanding the abacus." Yuanbo committed the term to memory. Abacus. Yuanbo appreciated these classes, even if counting was something he knew there was always the chance to learn the names of things adults never seemed to refer to by name. Like Abacus.

    "Now. Does anyone know the first number we start with?" asked the teacher. The leader of Corner Street rolled their eyes and left with their gang, leaving his second to eye for recruits and double check the lesson was a repeat. The teacher watched them go and, smiled for some reason.

    "Clearly they think they knew. What of those who remain? Who thinks they know the first number we start with?" Yuanbo narrowed his eyes as time dragged on. None of his juniors knew the first number? He supposed they might be worried of making a bad impression with the new teacher, so Yuanbo sighed and raised his hand. Best to keep the lesson moving if he wanted to learn anything.

    The new teacher pointed at him with a folded fan produced from her sleeve. "Yes, Yuanbo. What number do we start with."

    Yuanbo frowned. How had she known his name? Perhaps the other teacher had left notes. "We start with yi, teacher."

    "Oho," grinned the teacher mischievously, pointing the fan under her chin and crossing her other arm across her chest. "Is that what you think?"

    Yuanbo furrowed his brow. That was an odd pose to take. "That is what I was taught, yes."

    "That is not what I asked young Yuanbo." the teacher arched her eyebrow. "I asked if it's what you think."

    Yuanbo blinked in confusion. No one had ever asked what he thought before. What the heck was this lesson?

    He shared a look with the second of the Corner Street Gang as their juniors in the class started turning to look at Yuanbo. A few were giggling. The teacher made a small noise with her mouth and the giggles were silenced.

    "I." Yuanbo hesitated. His thoughts wandered unbidden to his time on the streets. How he'd run from his clan, hitched ride from his village, started his life in this city. Scraping a living from that which fell through the cracks, and that which he could steal away to the cracks. He'd started with nothing, and now he had enough contacts to fence to that he could attend class regularly.

    "Ah, so that's what you think. Well then, Boqin." smiled the teacher to the second of the Corner Street Gang. "It would seem Yuanbo has the answer. What of you? Do you know which number we start with?"

    Boqin startled in their seat as the eyes of the class turned to him. What the heck was going on? Yuanbo looked around the room and finally noticed that the faces of the juniors were not familiar today. Many of them had shared features, but so too were there features he surely would have noted if they'd been there before. Some had features that marked them as blooded. Few they were, but Yuanbo was not so disinterested in his juniors to not notice a tail before!

    Recognition hit him like a runaway cart, and Boqin's eyes lit up soon after his. "Well, Boqin?" smiled the teacher. snapping the fan open and revealing the crest displayed upon it. "Will you tell the class which number we start counting with?"

    Yuanbo's heart swelled, was this really happening? Boqin started to tear up, but kept control enough to answer her.

    "Ling." answered Boqin gratefully. "We all start from Ling"
     
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    His new home was smaller than his parents' temple, Duan Zheng mused. Something he would have to get used to. What would be harder was the deadness of the house. Though crafted of solid stone and wood none of it felt alive. There was no beating heart that kept his breathing in time with the rest of the temple, no feeling of connection between the table and the lamps. No connection between himself and others. Making new friends would be hard without that.

    Zheng found himself rubbing his clean shaven head before he could stop himself. This worrying was unbecoming of a monk, novice he might be. Challenges would be around every corner, but that is the same for every walk of life. He breathed deeply, looked around the room, and then strained his eyes. Wisps of color bloomed into existence throughout the room. Vines of qi flowed about, most flowed with the ease of a babbling brook, but some were tangled and knotted. Nodding once Zheng got to work. If he was going to live here, he was going to make it comfortable.

    Five Elements Revolving was a perception art used in the temple and once news of the Ling's intention to enroll him at a sect the art was drilled into him. Geomancy was a sublime art, used both by the temple and their patron. Useful in everything from fort construction to garden management to room arrangement. However, if one cannot see the flows of energy that need to be coaxed, then one is a blind builder. Certainly possible, but much harder than it needed to be.

    He had just started when the doorway to his new home opened, and Zheng set the chair he was carrying down to turn and look at the roommate he would have in the Argent sect. The other boy was small, the top of his head only coming to about Zheng's shoulders, but his presence loomed much larger. Unflinching green eyes darted about the room, never resting on the same thing twice, or stopping for longer than a second, while callosed and nicked fingers curled and uncurled.

    "Hello." Zheng said, stepping forward and bowing. "My name is Zheng, are you my roommate?"

    The boy stopped his survey of the house and locked eyes with Zheng. "Is there room?" He said.

    "I'm the only other one here, and I counted two bedrooms, so yes." Zheng said. With his art active he could see how the other boy neither pulled or released qi. Likely unawakened then, he had noticed that even the lowliest cultivators changed the flow of qi around them.

    "Alright, if you'll have me I'm Feng Yuhan. What are you doing with that chair?"

    "Ah," Zheng said as he picked up the chair again, "I am doing some rearranging to make the space feel more comfortable."

    "Do you need any help?"

    Zheng paused. Yuhan would be unable to see the flow of qi in the room, but that didn't prevent him from moving stuff around. Plus, it was going to be his home too, and it would be great to start on friendly terms. "Sure." He said.

    Moving furniture took time, each placement needed to be discussed and Zheng tried to steer the flow of qi as best he could. Some knots in the flow proved to be beyond his current ability. Those would have to be future projects for future days. For now they had a good start. Already Zheng could feel his breath coming easier and feeling more at peace. Keeping up his art for so long though had drained him, with a sigh he dropped it and felt the small ache in his dantian start to recede.

    "How much stuff did you move before I got here?" Yuhan said as he dropped into one of the kitchen chairs. "You look exhausted."

    "Hmm?" Zheng said as he sat down and wiped his brow clean. For some reason he always sweated more than anyone else so had taken to carrying around a cloth to keep comfortable. "I had just started before you arrived, keeping up my art was the trying part."

    "An art, eh?" Yuhan leaned forward in his chair. "So you're one of those cultivator bigwigs."

    Zheng snorted. "Hardly. Born and raised in a temple and offered a scholarship. The temple was kind enough to give me an early start, but nothing like what you'll see some of our fellow sect brothers and sisters have."

    "Still more than me." Yuhan said. "Any tips you are willing to share? Pretty much walking blind over here. All I know is that I'm on a military scholarship."

    Frowning, Zheng sorted through his memories of training at the temple. Nothing had been said about the methods being secret, or even private. "There are some things." He said slowly. "But each one walks their own path, my steps may not be the best for you."

    Yuhan snorted. "Better a starting point than blind guessing, no? Otherwise I'm just going to be bouncing between ideas without any focus."

    "Fair. Before we get started on that though, perhaps knowing a general path will give you a goal and help you focus. Fighting isn't the only thing cultivators can do. The temple's library had a great deal of general information."

    That sparked a conversation about the different paths cultivators found themselves on. Each ministry was discussed along with their duties. Geomancy got special attention though.

    "Is that what we were doing, moving all the furniture around?" Yuhan said, picking at some dried fruit he had found in one of the cabinets.

    "Yes." Zheng said as he nodded. "Geomancy is most effective at larger scale effects, cities and towns, but even at the level of homes using it can bring benefits."

    Yuhan leaned back with a sigh. "Wouldn't it be great," he said, "building something to be remembered by?"

    "I suppose. I guess I haven't really thought about it." Zheng said as he stole a piece of dried fruit.

    "Farmers since the dawn of time. That's my family. Not one worth remembering." Yuhan said as he leaned back into his chair and stared at the ceiling. "Cities are remembered though, and good buildings too I suppose. Maybe I'll give this Geomancy thing a shot, better than dying in an unmarked ditch or under reams of paper."

    "We could study it together then." Zheng said. "I also intend to study geomancy here at the sect. It's why I asked to go to the Argent Sect. They have advanced the field of natural geomancy substantially and I believe that Scholar Kong's work could be advanced with natural geomancy."

    "Scholar Kong?"

    "Hmm, an old scholar who studied how people interact with each other. The temple had a copy of the book. It was the book I copied to learn writing and reading."

    "Ugh, writing. How much of that do you think we will have to do?"

    Zheng shrugged. "I have no idea. We'll have to see tomorrow."

    "I guess." Yuhan said as he stood up and stretched his back. "Well, it's late. So I'll be heading to bed. See you in the morning."

    "See you in the morning." Zheng echoed. Then it was quiet, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Already one friend made. This wouldn't be so bad. Now he just had to get used to the house not having a heartbeat.

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