Now, I know some interesting build discussions are ongoing... but here's an omake instead!
Burning Trees; Growing Fires
Gui Baoshi exhaled, her breath creating a steady stream of mist in the morning chill. Even with the sweat beaded on her brow, her arms and legs did not move from the stance she had assumed. Old Man Kuai paced around her with his length of willow, prepared to lash out should even a single muscle be out of place. Feeling the burn of exertion, Gui Baoshi began to carefully cycle some of her qi. Under her tight direction, the flows of her qi swept away the exhaustion her muscles were feeling, like a cool summer stream. After what felt like an eternity of this process, Old Man Kuai stopped his circling, nodded, and lowered his willow whip to the side.
"Hmm… it seems like I have nothing left to teach you Gui Baoshi. Do you believe that to be true?"
Gu Baoshi forced her face to remain placid to the question. It was most likely a trick question, either implying that she had learned all that he could teach or that she was so hopeless that this was the limit of her ability. Better to sidestep the question entirely then.
"Only so far as I must advance in my other abilities before returning to your training, sir."
"Hah! If only my student was as fleet of foot as she is quick of wit, then maybe some actual progress can be had. There has been enough training today though. While I am unsure how much of a difference it could possibly make, it would reflect poorly on me should I let my student exhaust herself before the competition. As such, you are dismissed, prepare yourself for tomorrow."
And with that curt dismissal, Old Man Kuai spun around and walked inside the training hall. Most likely to contemplate how to make every other students' lives miserable, that sadistic monster. At least he got the job done, she knew the basic stances better than any of her cousins, with the possible exception of Gui Bo.
Gui Baoshi felt some mild euphoria as she relaxed her muscles for the first time in hours. Every bone and muscle ached, but it would recede after a couple of stretches and some downtime. The sun was still some hours away from its zenith, which meant that she had some time before her more mentally taxing lessons. She walked over to the shade provided by the courtyard wall, took a swig of water from the jug she had left there, and then poured the rest over her head to cool down.
Tomorrow was the big day. The day of the blasted tournament where Gui Bo would win and secure the determination of the elder's to send him to the Argent Sect. Everyone knew that's what would happen, but everyone was too polite to make a big fuss of it. All the hard work, all the bruises and welts, all the sleepless nights slowly moving through mindnumbing katas to engrain them into her body, all meaningless in the face of true talent and a place as the son of the heir of the clan. Gui Bo got the best teachers, Gui Bo got the best pills, Gui Bo got the best fucking training sites!
The sharp retort of shattering pottery was painfully loud to her ears. Looking glumly at the remains of the water jug, she resolved to get over herself. So what if she couldn't get to the Argent Sect because of some stuck up cousin! There were still lesser sects scattered around the Emerald Seas, maybe if she acquited herself well in the tournament the clan elders would hear her request to be sent to one of those. Anything was better than these familiar walls and valleys.
Collecting the pieces of shattered pottery was slightly relaxing. It felt like she was cleaning up her life and resolving herself to request the elder's permission to apply at one of the lesser sects. There was a niggling feeling though, that what she was actually picking up were the pieces of her shattered dream.
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The noonday sun beat down on Gui Baoshi as she stood in line with her cousins. All of them were dressed in the traditional training gi for the occasion. Light greens tastefully combined with darker reds with some embroidered stylized leaves and flames made the gi stand out against the sullen brown dirt of the large training ground. Something strange was going on though, Gui Bo had not joined the assembled cousins. Taking a quick glance around, she noticed that while many of the prominent members of the clan were present for the tournament, the most influential and powerful were conspicuously absent. Including the Head of the clan as well as the heir. And their absence at the traditional competition was causing a stir amongst the assembled clan members.
The sudden arrival of the Elders, though, stifled the murmurers. Standing atop their designated section of the stands, the Elders were a sight to behold. The ten Elders of the Gui clan were intensely powerful cultivators, with the head elder having recently ascended into the violet realm. Then, with a voice like the rumbling of ancient mountains, the Head Elder began to speak.
"Today is the day that we test the young and bright of the Gui clan against each other, to determine who among them is the brightest of our youth. As today is an honored occasion, it brings us joy to see many of the Gui clan here to support their children and cousins. Some among you might have noticed the absence of rather prominent figures from among the Gui clan, which tradition would normally dictate should be present. Do not be concerned, for if they could have made the time to supervise the tournament they would have. However, the Ling Clan requested the Gui Clan's aid in a matter of some importance and the main branch of the Gui Clan has answered the Ling Clan's call."
The silence from the crowd was absolute, but even Gu Baoshi could feel the thread of fear worm its way into her heart. If the matter had the Ling Clan requesting Gui Clan warriors, then it was assured that there would be fighting in the near future. And if the main branch had responded to the call, then the fighting would require the best of the Gui Clan, a frightening proposition.
"But we are not here to worry," the elder continued, "but here to celebrate and rejoice. The prosperity of the Gui Clan has swollen our coffers beyond the point of bursting, and it has been the determination of the Council of Elders that an investment for the future of the Clan should be made. As such, we have elected to send the two brightest youths of the Gui clan to the Argent Sect for further education and assistance in the ways of cultivation."
At this, Gui Baoshi felt a thrill of hope. There is a chance! A chance to make it to the Argent Sect! And with the rise of Gui Baoshi's hopes, came the rise of murmurers and whispers from the assembled members of the clan. The elder was not yet done, however, and with a cascading wave of power he silenced the excited whispers of the on-lookers.
"There are other changes to this year's tournament as well. Gui Bo has broken through into the yellow and silver realm and as such shall not be participating in this tournament. He has already received the elder's blessing to go to the Argent Sect for his astonishing progress and talent. Moreover, it is not a guarantee that another youth will be sent to the Argent Sect. The winner of the tournament must acquit themselves well in a spar against Gu Bo to be considered eligible for the chance to proceed to the Argent Sect. Additionally, I and the Second Elder will adjudicate the tournament and provide protection for the contestants in lieu of the Head and Heir. That is all of the announcements. As such, let the tournament commence!"
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Gui Baoshi looked out across the sullen dirt of the training ground towards her opponent. Already ugly back scars crisscrossed the field and light grey ash had settled over the dirt. Gui Chun was her opponent, known for her continued mastery of the Ashen Meadow art and her work on its offshoots. It was… unfortunate for her then, that Gui Baoshi had already prepared a strategy for just this encounter.
Given the high qi costs for the Ashen Meadow arts and Gui Chun's failure to advance further into the Turtle's Forest arts, this fight should end very quickly. Well, as long as Gui Baoshi was able to land a couple of hits from her Raging Inferno art. And then, with the sound of sturdy timber cracking, the fight began.
With a sudden start, Gui Baoshi charged towards her opponent, taking as many deep breaths as she was able. At the same time, super-heated ash flowed out of Gui Chun's mouth, surrounding her and then expanding, creating a cloud of toxic heated ash. Gui Baoshi gave it no thought as she closed her mouth and charged into the cloud. Flecks of ash stung her eyes and nose and tried to burn her skin, but cool wood qi flowed out of her skin and grew into a barrier to protect against the oncoming ash. Suddenly Gui Baoshi spotted a shadow darting around her, trying to get behind her. Slamming her foot into the dirt, she pivoted and jammed a fist wreathed in flames into the shadow's midsection. The shadow crumpled into a heap, gasping for air, but the fight had not been called and the ash still swirled around Gui Baoshi. Already, she felt her lungs straining for air after the moments of intense exertion, but with calm efficiency she ignored it. Breathing now would let ash scorch and poison her lungs, which would make this fight harder to finish and later fights harder to win.
Instead of doing what her body begged her to do, Gui Baoshi unleashed her own version of hell. Small branches sprouted from the ground to bracket and cover Gui Chun's kneeling form, and then a tight whirlpool of fire formed to consume and destroy the tiny bush, with Gui Chun still inside it. Just as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped. Second Elder appeared between her and Gui Chun extinguishing both the whirlpool of fire and the cloud of ash. Gently, he gripped Gui Chun and disappeared, probably to the clan's healers. Gui Baoshi was left on the tournament ground alone, to deal with the applause her victory deserved. Bowing and smiling, she walked back to the rapidly dwindling assembly of cousins. Just a couple more to go, before she was the winner of the tournament. One more step closer to achieving her dream.
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The rest of the fights went by in a blur. There was little room for variation on the clan arts given that they were all only in the red realm, and so it was merely a combination of enduring flaming fists, not breathing in toxic ash, and cracking open her opponent's defenses. With each opponent defeated, Gui Baoshi's anticipation grew, until she was thrumming with nervous energy and facing down Gui Bo across the field. She had already won the tournament, but the real fight was before her now.
There was only so much she could do to prepare for the fight. Second Elder had given her a pill to replenish all of her qi and the clan healers had done some basic healing so that both she and Gui Bo would be in peak condition for the final fight. However, no one was expecting her to win. A single late red against a member of the main branch who was already in the yellow realm? There was almost no chance to actually secure a win. Yet, with a small grin, Second Elder had granted her request, to carry a small jug of chilled water on to the battlefield.
Gui Bo stood there before her and sneered. With condescension dripping from his voice he began his typical pre-combat taunting, "If you think a jug of water is enough to stop my flames, then perhaps the rumors of your addled brain are true. Or is it wine? Do you need some alcohol to make a fire, or are you planning to drink the sorrows of the defeat away?"
"Gui Bo!" Gui Baoshi exclaimed, "Surely you know I'm too young to truly partake in wine! Unless old age has come early to you and stole your memories as well as your looks? No, I just thought that after I gave you a good thrashing a drink of water will be pleasant."
And then with the sound of cracking timber, the fight was on. Gui Bo exhaled, and ash poured out of his mouth, quickly surrounding him and surging towards her. Just as quickly, however, she tore off the sleeve of her gi and drenched it in cool water, and then rapidly tied it around her mouth. Then, with a surge of her legs, she dashed into the swelling cloud of ash.
The heat was oppressive, and ash stung her eyes, nose, and skin. But the cool comfort of vital wood qi quickly expanded and shrouded her, creating a protective covering. A twisting branch erupted from the ground, seeking to grapple her legs and restrain her, but with a quick sidestep, it was left grasping air. Suddenly, a shadow was upon her, fists sheathed in flame slamming into her shoulder. Her viridian armor buckled and cracked as she backpedaled away from the threat. Ash was already worming its way in and corroding the armor while leaving stinging burns on her shoulder.
She needed to do something now! If he kept at this, she wouldn't have even been able to land a blow and that would definitely not work in her favor. Planting her backfoot, she pivoted and slammed a kick into Gui Bo, who merely caught it and prepared to throw her over his shoulder. But using his hands as a platform, she twisted her body and slammed a flaming foot into the side of his face. Surprised, he let go of her trapped foot, and she tumbled to the ground.
Scrambling backward to gain a little distance from Gui Bo proved to be a mistake. Thick roots shot out of the ground all around her and pinned her to the ground. Soon a raging inferno roared around her, cracking, breaking, and crumbling her armor. Gui Baoshi poured even more qi into the construct, begging for it to outlast Gui Bo's inferno. All for naught, as the raging flames were not to be denied. As the last layer of wood qi broke, all Gui Baoshi felt was heat and pain. And then nothing.
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Gui Baoshi woke up in a comfortable bed next to a window overlooking a section of the Emerald Sea. A quick check of her skin assured her that there were no burn scars or blemished skin, and there was no sensation of pain to tell her that anything was wrong. Which meant that the healers must have already received her. With a sigh of relief, she began to look more closely at the rest of her surroundings.
Most notably was a stark white slip of paper on the nightstand next to the bed. Picking it up, Gui Baoshi noticed that it was a small letter with the… elder's stamp? Tearing it open, she read the contents, and a bright grin stretched from ear to ear. Her performance had been more than satisfactory, and as such, she had been selected to go the Argent Sect!
A/N: Another omake for the omake throne
@yrsillar! This one continues in the vein of what a future Emerald Seas could look like. The Gui clan are a vassal clan of the Ling clan that focus on learning concepts from Zhengui and distilling them into arts for their clan members. I always have loved the concept of growth and destruction, and if humans can be inspired by the natural spirits (given AFL), then I believe that people can be inspired by Zhengui. I hope you enjoy the read, and as always I appreciate critiques and comments.