RuffWriter
patreon
Chapter 785 unedited unmemed
🕑 Added 2022-03-07 03:34:58 +0000 UTCNot a fan of how the second part of this chapter goes, and I might change it all come tomorrow after sleeping on it. Who knows. Either way, here it be, so hopefully you all enjoy! bye for now
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Mf3QHp8Z4g8Grm-2NbyMZ0tLup5xAMdzbJ9UABEwXIM/edit?usp=sharing
Two years.
That’s how long it’d been since the defining moment of Hideo’s life, when he was handed his most humiliating defeat by a slave and traitor. It wasn’t just losing which irked him so, but losing in so unsavoury a manner. On sturdy stone in a proper arena, Hideo would have reduced his foe into a meat paste with one single stomp of his boot, but out on the floating stage in Nan Ping Bay, he’d been fighting at a marked disadvantage. Not only was he forced to account for the bob and sway of the ground beneath his feet, he’d been unable to excute the Mountain Collapsing Stomp lest he destroy the stage, for this would be akin to spitting in the Legate’s face, allowing the contemptible Dastan Zhandos to eke out a victory by the slimmest of margins.
So instead of being the day Mitsue Hideo made his grand entrance onto the world stage, it became the worst day of his life, the start of his downwards spiral which, in time, brought him to his current, soaring heights. Since the Imperial Grand Conference, he’d encountered trials and tribulations aplenty which would have broken a lesser man, for the Heavens were cruel and merciless. During his isolated meditation, he’d succumbed to his earthly desires and done unspeakable things to Eri-Hime, but even in death, she loved him so and not only forgave him for his weaknesses, but helped him overcome them as well. Then, in Sinuji, his father revealed his true strength in an effort to kill Hideo with his own hands. Not because he hated his son, but because Mitsue Hiroshi was a flawed man and a failure of a father who could not understand or accept Hideo’s newfangled perspective. Though he loved his father, Hideo saw the man’s strength as the most heinous of betrayals, for what man would allow his son to bear the burden of the family’s future while standing idly by, especially one as talented as Hiroshi? Hideo had given everything he had and more to the Mitsue family out of a misguided sense of filial duty and obligation, and the pressure had been more than he could bear, and all the while Hiroshi and Juichi had been watching from the shadows as Hideo slowly crumbled beneath the weight of expectations.
This was a betrayal unlike any other, one which pained him all the more because he loved his father so. Despite his supposedly lacking Martial skills, Hideo never once looked down on the man who raised him and instead respected him all the more for having the courage and conviction to put aside the Martial Path in order to maintain the Mitsue family household. None of Juichi’s sons or daughters cared to do the same, so the undesirable burden fell to Hiroshi, who then had to fend off outside mercantile interests seeking to bring the family low while simultaneously protecting Juichi’s ignorant spawn from their own spendthrift ways. How many times did an uncle or aunt arrive unannounced bearing news of some grand investment opportunity or insider knowledge of a fortune just waiting to be made? Too many times for Hideo to count, and despite being the only man capable of keeping the family out of poverty, no one ever thanked Hiroshi for all his hard work. Hideo saw first-hand how hard his father worked to keep the family finances afloat, visiting trading partners and prospective clients all across the Empire while his own family sat besieged on all sides at home. How many times did his aunts make some cutting remark about his mother’s fine dress or fancy jewellery that went right over his head? They were always full of compliments regarding Hideo’s home and décor, but it wasn’t until he was older that he realized they weren’t compliments at all, but snide remarks meant to imply Hiroshi was stealing from the family funds.
All this shame and indignity suffered, but for what? All so Juichi wouldn’t have to hear people whisper about how his own children were failures while his nephew was the true Rising Dragon of the Mituse Family.
As a reward for all his forebearance and hard-work, Mituse Hiroshi died in disgrace on the fields of Sinuji, with no one ever learning of his true strength. This was a man who should have stood shoulder to shoulder with the Sword King Ryo Dae Jung, but the world only ever knew Mitsue Hiroshi as a bean-counting, copper-pinching accountant. Even Hideo hadn’t know of his father’s strength, and if he had, he would have Mentored under him instead of the failure Juichi, for it was clear that in spite of his strength and accomplishments, the old man didn’t know the first thing about how to raise a competent Martial Warrior. Even knowing Hideo was walking a dead end path by following in his footsteps, Juichi only warned him against doing so once, after which he more than happily accepted all the praise and salutations regarding the second coming of the Obsidian Shadow.
Following Hiroshi’s death, Hideo was cast adrift in the world with nothing left to anchor him in place, and this weakness brought him to seek solace in the teachings of the Brotherhood. No, not even the Brotherhood, but the vagabonds cast out from their ranks, a pretentious and closed-minded bunch who refused to see any Truth besides their own. At the time however, Hideo had been desperate for answers and too scared to seek them out on his own, so he accepted Vyakhya’s misguided interpretation in blissful ignorance because a flawed answer was better than no answer at all. Though their conclusions were undeniably unfounded and unsound, the methods they used to guide others to those same answers helped Hideo find the real Truth, that everybody lies and that the Truth was what he made of it, and from there, he was a man reborn. There were still trials and tribulations aplenty, such as his failure to overrun the District and capture Zheng Luo, or when Tong Da Fung drove him back on the walls of the Citadel, but Hideo navigated through these calamitous setbacks to emerge stronger and smarter each and every time, until he was finally ready to cast aside the lacking Martial Path and set foot on a new journey in pursuit of the Truth.
With help from the Uniter, he’d been reborn as Heroic Heavenly Guardian Hideo, a Cultivator seeking to overturn Heaven’s Will and break free of the shackles restraining him to this ignoble plane of existence. Here in Meng Sha, he displayed his strength for all to see and about to overcome the greatest foe he’d ever faced, the young and monstrous Ancestral Beast Mei Lin. Once he put her in her place, he would claim her as his own, and then he would’ve done the same to Zheng Luo, Sumila, Du Min Yan, and Li Song. Dastan Zhandos would’ve died somewhere in there, alongside the rest of Falling Rain’s subordinates, and Hideo’s only regret would have been that the savage runt wasn’t conscious to see it all unfold before his eyes.
That’s how today should have gone, and he was only moments away from his crowning glory, but then everything went wrong in an instant. The Heavens were to blame, for they conspired against Hideo to keep him from overturning their unjust laws and ascending to stand alongside them, choosing to support their chosen pawn instead of one who spurned their Path. It took two years for Hideo to reach his current soaring heights, but only two minutes for Falling Rain to undo all his hard work, and he had the gall to look tired and exhausted as he descended down from the skies with his Dharma Protector, the Medical Saint Taduk who likely did all the heavy lifting when it came to defeating the Transcendent Vyakhya.
A fitting end for a hypocrite such as himself, to abandon all his beliefs in a moment of rage. Vyakhya’s star Disciple Monk Eyebrows was still here, standing idly by at the wayside while his fellow monks looked to him for guidance, but there was none to be had from the once formidable man. Where he once stood tall and proud, Monk Eyebrows was now a different man, his shoulders slumped and eyes filled with tears as he stared up at the sky where he last saw his Mentor fly off to, albeit in a monstrous Transcendent form which made a mockery of all the Brotherhood’s beliefs. The man’s faith was shaken, his confidence cracked, and Hideo found a sense of perverse pleasure in knowing there would be others who shared his fate, even if he wasn’t entirely resigned to it just yet.
This all happened because the Heavens were unjust. How different would things be if Hideo he hadn’t been born to family embroiled in lies and deceits? How much stronger would Hideo be if his Grand-Uncle and Mentor wasn’t a failure? How might things have changed if the Grand Conference had taken place in a landlocked city? Or if Hiroshi wasn’t a coward who hid his strength? If Hideo’s uncles, aunts, and cousins had been worth a damn and showed even a bare modicum of talent? What if Eri-Hime hadn’t snuck in over the fence that night, and Hiroshi hadn’t walked in on Hideo cradling her head? What if Vyakhya wasn’t a pompous, arrogant windbag who would brook no discourse or disagreement? Or if Monk Eyebrows had been honest with Hideo from the start?
So many things had gone wrong to bring Hideo to this low-point in his life, but one thing was for sure. Even if it was the Heavens which conspired against him, his hatred was reserved solely for their hateful tool, Falling Rain. If not for him, then Hideo’s star would have risen on that fateful day of the Imperial Grand Conference and brought him high into the Heavens, but instead, his star fell to this most contemptible of lows.
Now, aside from the leaderless monks, there was no one left to stand with Hideo, no one besides the lowly grunts of the Mataram Clan who’d been left to die at the enemy’s hands. Hideo’s cadre had long since escaped even before Vyakhya was booted off the Razor’s Edge by Falling Rain’s contemptible sneer. The Divinities had been the first to flee the scene, followed by Mataram YuGan and the Transcendents soon after, while the suriviving Peak Experts took to the skies in a seemingly futile effort to evade certain death. That’s how Hideo had seen it, which was why he remained rooted in place, but even he knew that wasn’t the only reason he stayed. Tired and spent though she might be, the monstrous Mei Lin’s predatory gaze warned him against trying to escape, twirling her weightless scarf about in her dainty little hands to set it to scything through the air with a keening wail that he suspected would cleave him from shoulder to hip in a single pass. Why she didn’t use this in their battle was a mystery to be sure, for he might well have taken a grievous injury if he’d been caught by surprise, but there was no accounting for how an Ancestral Beast might think.
And now, as the savage runt’s piss-coloured eyes met Hideo’s, he knew there was no longer any hope for escape, for in that hateful gaze, he saw anger and hatred aplenty. Of course Falling Rain would hate Hideo, for he was a man who rose to his current heights through hard work and perseverance, while the Heavens handed the savage runt everything on a silver plate. There would be no false mercy or meaningless forgiveness for Hideo, for the Heaven’s Chosen Pawn could hardly let a true Cultivator live. Doing so would threaten his power and prestige, for Falling Rain’s strength was given to him by the Heavens above, while Hideo had to fight and claw to make progress along every step of the way. Alas, overturning the Heavens was too difficult a tribulation to overcome on his own, but Hideo would die with his head held high knowing he’d done the right thing.
Wasting no time as he landed back upon the docks, Falling Rain plucked his sword out of the air and advanced upon Hideo with the intent to kill. Knowing these might well be his last words, Hideo sneered and said, “And so the savage comes to silence the Truth, but there will come a day when your lies can no longer be kept from the world.”
Without hesitation, the savage runt drew back his blade and delivered a lethargic strike, likely to prolong Hideo’s suffering, but rather than slicing into the meat of his neck, the cold steel clipped him in the cheek with the flat of the blade and drove him down into the sand. “Oh?” Sneering ever so hatefully after delivering so humiliating a blow, the savage runt asked, “And what truth would that be? Let’s hear it. I’ve got time and I could use a good laugh.”
So infuriated by the runt’s actions, Hideo almost didn’t hear the question, nor did he truly understand what the runt was doing when his words finally trickled through the rage and fear. How could he be so nonchalant about all this? Falling Rain was an Imperial agent sent here to help cover up the Emperor’s lies, all so the Imperial Clan could keep the secrets of Heaven for themselves, yet now he was all but inviting Hideo to expose him. What game was he on about? Was he really so foolish, or was he just playing with Hideo and would strike the moment he gave voice to injustice?
Whatever the runt’s reasons, this was Hideo’s chance, so he took a moment to gather his thoughts and put them in a reasonable and coherent order. Where to begin? With Juichi and Hiroshi’s failings? No, the runt would only use this to mock Hideo as an ungrateful silkpants, for the world still saw the Mitsue Family as a strong and prosperous household. With his disgrace in Nan Ping which led to Eri-Hime’s death? The world wasn’t ready for that just yet, wouldn’t understand that Hideo had to fall so low in order to rise up again, and that he’d only been able to do so because of Eri-Hime’s love and forgiveness. With the flawed arguments of the Brotherhood Vagabonds? That would require him to explain the arguments in the first place, for most were unfamiliar with the Brotherhood’s teachings, to say nothing of the skewed conclusions Vyakhya operated under. How about the flaws Hideo uncovered in the Martial Path and the steps he took to overcome them? Difficult, truly difficult, for many of his flaws were personal and the solutions unique to him and him alone, for even if there were another man with these same flaws, the same solution may or may not be effective. Not to mention the fact that while Hideo could speak for hours on the subject of Meridians, Acupoints, Chakras, and the intertwining of the body, mind, and soul, there was also much about the subject which he still had yet to wholly comprehend, and he would look foolish if he couldn’t answer one of the runt’s insipid questions.
“Well?” Shaken from his thoughts, Hideo looked down to see the runt’s wide-eyed, exaggerated expression as he mockingly said, “We’re waiting.”
It was all a trap, Hideo saw this now, a pitfall he almost willingly stepped into. “You know the Truth I speak of,” he declared, deigning not to play the savage’s games. “Mock me all you want, but history will prove which of us stands on the side of humanity.”
“Yes, of course.” Tone dripping with sarcasm, the runt feigned enlightenment and said, “How could I be so blind? The murderous cannibals are only invading to save us from ourselves and do away with all our misguided notions like empathy and compassion. Heroes of humanity, one and all, led by the greatest hero of them all, the Heroic Heavenly Guardian, Hideo.”
“His sins fall upon this old fool’s shoulders, for I failed to teach him right from wrong, and thus the punishment should be borne by me and me alone.” Upon hearing that familiar voice once more, Hideo was brought back in time, long before he was a Cultivator, or a member of the Hwarang, or even a rising young Talent of note. For a brief, fleeting moment, he was but a child once more, so happy and relieved to hear his Grand Uncle Juichi coming to save him from the adversity plaguing him so. It’d only been a few months since he last saw him, but the old man had grown even older in their time apart, his customary makeup and lacquered nails nowhere to be seen as he emerged from Concealment to take his place beside Hideo. His travel-robes were stained with sweat and sand, as if he’d spent weeks roughing it out in the desert instead of brooding back home in his manor, and though the dark birthmark clouding half his face was unsightly to behold, it was nothing compared to the white hairs and folded wrinkles he’d developed since their argument at the Central Citadel. Then there was his wizened frame and hunched back which made it seem as if he had the weight of the world bearing down on him, a most unseemly appearance for a man who’d always seemed so grand and elegant in Hideo’s eyes, but the old man was still a Living Legend yet. With Grand-Uncle Juichi here, they could fight free of Falling Rain’s encirclement and escape back to the West, where they would –
The fanciful daydream died then and there as Mitsue Juichi, a Colonel General who dominated three generations with his Mountain Collapsing Stomp, dropped to his knees before Falling Rain. Without hesitation, the old man fell face-first to the ground with his hands extended straight overhead, making no effort to slow his fall as he kowtowed before the savage runt with an audible thud. “This old fool sinned in raising such a stupid Disciple.” Pushing himself back up to his knees, Mitsue Juichi avoided the runt’s attempts to stop him from kowtowing again and fell to the sand with another thud. “This old fool did not teach his grand-nephew properly, and let him be led astray by his dark thoughts.” Though he tried to kowtow a third time, the runt would not let him, so the old man simply bowed his head repeatedly while refusing to get up off his knees. “It was this old fool’s fault, not Hideo’s, so let my life pay for his sins.”
“Get up.” Only when the old man and runt both turned towards him, did Hideo realize he’d been the one to make this demand. “Get up,” he repeated, unable to contain his rage as he watched his Mentor, his hero, his Grand-Uncle Juichi, debase himself before all of Meng Sha. “Get off your knees! You are Mitsue Juichi, the Obsidian Shadow, a Living Legend and Colonel General of Central.” Pointing at the hateful runt who dared lay hands on such a hero, Hideo shrieked, “Who is he to deserve your kowtows? He is nothing and no one, a savage runt and hateful puppet for the Emperor pulling strings in the shadows. Where has your pride gone, old man?”
“The kowtows aren’t for me, idiot.” Still holding Juichi up, the hateful runt glared at Hideo without even a trace of smug amusement. “They’re for you. That’s why he can set his pride aside, because he hopes this will be enough to spare your life, but though I am a merciful man, my mercy is reserved for the repentant. Do you repent, Hideo? Should I kill your Grand Uncle in your place?”
Though his fear urged him to fall to his knees and beg for deliverance, his pride would not allow it. Better to die on his feet standing for the truth than to kneel and reinforce the lies he so loathed. “I have done no wrong save for stand against a tyrannical Emperor whose greed knows no bounds,” he declared, but his inner turmoil robbed his tone of conviction.
“Quiet boy, please don’t make things worse.” Reaching out to pat Hideo’s hands while still fighting to drop to his knees, Juichi turned to the Abbot and bowed his head in plea. “Merciful Abbot, this fool begs you to speak up on our behalf. Hideo has erred, but who in this life is free of sin? No one is so far gone from the light that they cannot be brought back into it, is this not what the Brotherhood preaches?”
“Eh-Mi-Tuo-Fuo.” Hand pressed in prayer, the Abbot appeared every bit as pious as Wisdom Vyakhya had and was likely just as hypocritical. “Benefactor Juichi speaks true, but offering guidance to one who will not listen is no different from drawing legs on a snake; wasted breath and effort. You heard him yourself, that he admits no wrong, so how can this Abbot speak on his behalf in good conscience?” Turning to the runt, the Abbot continued, “Be that as it may, this monk will still say this; mercy offered is never wasted effort, even if it is undeserved.”
“Noted.” The runt’s eyes turned towards Hideo and his vision turned black as the world exploded into pain and misery, only for the agony to receded before the scream even left his throat. Glancing down in confusion, he saw the runt’s short sword protruding from his belly and felt the Energy of the Heavens seeping from his Shattered Core, and all he could do was gasp, but Juichi wailed loudly enough for the both of them. “For his crimes against the Empire, I sentence the traitor Hideo to death. This is the full extent of my mercy,” the savage runt declared, recalling his sword to his hand without Hideo feeling a single thing. “The mercy of a painless death and the time needed to bid one another farewell. This is far more than what most soldiers of the Empire can expect when defending their lands from the Defiled, but this I offer to Mitsue Juichi out of respect for all he has done.”
So shocked by the speedy turn of events, Hideo could hardly process what was going on, but the hubbub of the crowd died out as a Sound Barrier sprung up around him and Grand-Uncle Juichi, isolating them from the crowd of soldiers watching from afar. “Oh, sweet child,” the old man cried, tears pouring down his wrinkled cheeks and he gently laid Hideo down in the sand with a gnarled hand supporting his head. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I failed you.”
Though there was no pain, Hideo could muster no strength and found it difficult to even draw breath, as if the air itself had grown too thick and viscous to settle easily into his lungs. The world dimmed as if he were seeing through a pane of off-colour glass, and he was wracked with uncontrollable shivers as the warmth fled from his body and a chill settled into his bones. He was dying, this much was clear, and though he could faintly feel the old man’s Chi pouring in to mend his wounds, Hideo knew that not even the Medical Saint could save him. Falling Rain’s sword had done more than pierce his abdomen, but severed the source of his life itself, and the Heavens were reclaiming that which he took with interest to boot. Death had come, and he could only accept it, so he sought out what answers he could before it was too late. “Why did you have father hide his strength?” he asked, still so bewildered by this unfathomable decision. “With his talent, he could have carried the Mitsue Family for another generation and scared off the wolves sniffing at our door, but you had him pretend to be nothing more than a weak, paper-pushing scribe with only a bare modicum of Martial Training. Why?”
Though Hideo could see his Grand Uncle was confused by the question, he didn’t care to question why. “That was Hiroshi’s decision,” he began, stroking Hideo’s head as if he were just a boy again, here to listen to his famous Grand-Uncle’s war stories. “He said it would give him time to grow stronger and reveal who among our allies were worthy of trust. Like you, I thought his actions silly and meaningless, because with strength, what did it matter if allies could be trusted or not? Easier to trust in strength than to trust in the hearts of men, but Hiroshi was his father’s son. Your grandfather, my older brother, Mitsue Akihiko, the Ivory Flash, he was the true talent of our generation, but the Heavens were cruel and demanded too much from him too soon. Were he here in my place, our family would have conquered all of Central before Shuai Jiao rose to prominence, but we were betrayed by a close friend and he died to see me out safely. Hiroshi knew all this, and though I had long since dealt with the traitor and those who spurred him, your father wanted to ensure it would never happen again. That’s why he hid his strength and made note of those allies who remained true, and those who took advantage, for true friends share in wealth and weal both.” Heaving a sigh of regret, Grand-Uncle shook his head and continued, “As the years passed, our close allies predictably showed their true colours, which was disheartening to say the least, for all of my close friends and comrades proved to be snakes hiding their fangs. Only your uncle Ishida stayed true, because of his close friendship with Hiroshi, showcasing yet another way in which this old fool has failed.” Hideo’s stomach flopped as Grand-Uncle Juichi continued with a grimace. “We were planning to reveal Hiroshi’s strength on the front lines, but then that unpleasantness with little Eri-Hime occurred, and not even the combined efforts of both our families could uncover the culprit. To support his old friend, Hiroshi delayed his plans and stayed behind, but then circumstances in Sinuji demanded he make an appearance there, and then… well, you know the rest.”
There was pain and pity in the old man’s eyes, along with regret aplenty, but no anger, disgust, or even disapproval. He still didn’t know. He didn’t believe that Hideo had been the one to kill Eri-Hime, and that Hiroshi stayed behind to cover up his crime, even though he’d all but admitted it back at the Central Citadel. How could he be so blind to Hideo’s sins? How could he not understand? “What do you think happened in Sinuji?”
Blinking in surprise, Grand-Uncle replied, “Watanabe told me he arranged to have you join the battle against your father’s wishes, so we both presumed you were taken prisoner and your father died trying to bring you away.” His brow furrowing in confusion, a note of consternation crept into his voice as he asked, “Is that not the case?”
It would be so easy to lie, to say yes and let that be the end of it, but Hideo was dying and didn’t want to carry the burdens of his sins even a second longer. “No,” he whispered, unable to muster up the courage to speak any louder. “No. I snuck out to join the Enemy, because I knew I belonged with them, for I too am a monster in human flesh. I lost myself in despair after Dastan defeated me, lost myself and became Defiled. Father knew, so he was keeping me close, and after I snuck out, he died trying to kill me. He was right to try, just as Falling Rain was right to show no mercy, for I brought this upon myself.” Tears poured down the sides of his face and he looked up at his Grand-Uncle in an effort to see the man’s reaction to this next confession, even though he was terrified by what he might find. “I killed Eri-Hime. I killed her and ate her, and I remember every sweet, horrific moment of it. It haunts my nightmares in sleep and tempts me in my waking moments, the sound of her sweet screams, the sensations of her warm blood, and the taste of her delicious flesh. Father covered up my crimes out of misplaced love and misguided hope, but now I wish he’d struck me down in my madness so that I could had died never knowing the full weight of my sins.”
There was horror in Grand-Uncle Juichi’s eyes, dread and dismay as he was forced to confront the truth, but still he cradled Hideo’s head and stroked his hair. “A true monster would not feel the weight of his sins.” That was all he said, and the love returned to his eyes, though Hideo knew that love would forever be tainted. Still, the words helped ease his conscience a little, even though he knew Uncle Ishida would never learn the truth about what happened to Eri-Hime, whose only crime was trusting her big brother Hideo too much.
Falling Rain was right. Hideo was undeserving of mercy, but the soft-hearted fool granted it anyways, all but declaring that Hideo’s crimes were his own and unrelated to the Mitsue Family. This much at least was worthy of recompense. “Tell… tell the Legate,” Hideo began, feeling his eyes grow heavy and his head light. “Tell him… the Uniter fears him, but only because he has his sights set upon his true foe, the Emperor hiding in the shadows. Do not for a moment believe that the Uniter is weak, for he holds his alliance together not through trust or camaraderie, but strength alone.”
“I will pass along your message, little Hideo.”
“I’m sorry, Grand-Uncle Juichi.”
The bony fingers ran through his hair one more time as Hideo breathed his last, and he prayed that what came next was the warm comfort of the Mother’s Embrace, even if he knew he was more likely headed into the cold hzrror of the Father’s Maw. But such is death, his tribulations come to an end, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Hideo exhaled and felt the weight of the world come off his shoulders.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“You’re too nice hubby.”
Her arms wrapped around my waist and cheek pressed against my chest, my sweet wifey pouts as she glares at the dying Hideo. Kissing her forehead and hugging her tight, I console my blood-thirsty Ancestral Beast of a wifey as best I can while trying to come to terms with this newfangled information. “I know he bullied you and deserves a thousand deaths, but look at poor Juichi covered in sand and dirt. He’s probably been scouring the Western Province for Hideo ever since they had their falling out at the Central Citadel, hoping beyond all hope that he can ‘rescue’ his beloved Grand-Nephew and turn him back to the light.”
“He won’t thank you for it you know.” Too shy and prideful to throw herself into my arms, Mila puts up a paltry effort to fend me off as I pull her ever so gently into my embrace, which she ‘begrudingly’ accepts. “You’ve probably made a powerful enemy, one with little to lose now that his family’s prospects are no more.”
“I can only take responsibility for my actions,” I declare, trying to sneak a kiss on Mila’s lips and settling for a peck on the cheek instead. “How Juichi behaves moving forward is up to him, and I will deal with him if it comes to it.”
Bold and daring as ever, Yan sinks into my arm and locks her lips against mine, her arms wrapped so tight around my neck that she almost cuts the blood off to my brain. Granted, there might be other reasons my brain isn’t getting enough blood, one in particular which sweet Lin-Lin immediately notices and devilishly teases by brushing against it, but even I’m not so bold as to try something here, not with two father-in-laws looming nearby. Thankfully, Yan breaks off the kiss just before I lose all sense of control, and she headbutts me gently to warn from from trying anything too untowards. “How sensible of you for once,” she croons, as the look in her eyes makes me consider just Cloud-Stepping out of Meng Sha with all three of them right here and right now, though I suppose I should handle all my business here first. “Striking down a Divinity in one blow seems paltry in comparison to your newfangled common sense.”
“Ah, well, you know how it is. Easier to attack than to defend, and he didn’t do much defending.” Honestly, not sure I could take a Divinity on in actual combat, considering what I saw of Taddy’s skills, and I’m not exactly eager to try. Not something I should say out loud just yet, since the soldiers of Meng Sha can still hear me, all of them too shocked by the sudden turn of events and unsure what will come next. There are still a good number of Defiled here in Meng Sha, enough to put up a decent fight, so the day isn’t exactly won just yet. Giving Yan, Mila, and Lin-Lin one last squeeze, I reluctantly part from their embrace and greet my sweet floofs as they pace and hop around us in demand of affection. “Commander OuYang Min Jun?” I Send, picking his unique presence out of the crowd with help from the Natal Soul assigned to him, still floating around due to the commander’s stubborn refusal to accept outside help. “This is Legate Falling Rain, informing you I am in good health once more and able to serve.”
The Empire, not him, but it feels like it would have been too on the nose to point that out, and the commander responds promptly with, “This servant greets Legate Falling Rain. Meng Sha is yours to command.”
“I, Legate Falling Rain, graciously accept.” Annoying, but he seems like a stickler for propriety, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned in all my time here, it’s that there’s no sense in needlessly antagonizing your allies. Same goes for you enemies, but that’s a lesson I have yet to learn, as evidenced by what literally just happened. “You’ve done a commendable job here, and I will see to it that you are well rewarded.” Right after someone tells me what a suitable reward is, especially considering he didn’t really do all that great of a job. He didn’t fuck things up, which is about all I have to say, but to be fair, that’s still better than what most could’ve done in his place.
What comes next is a thorough accounting of our remaining forces, as well as an estimation of the Enemy’s forces still here in Meng Sha, including a fair number of Mataram Clansmen milling about the interior of the fortress with no idea what to do next. They’re not as decisive as the tribal Defiled, who either stayed to fight to the last or are hightailing it back west even as we speak, but this is a good thing. Confusion means they’re not sure what to do, which means they’re not wholly beholden to their Spectres like the tribesmen are, and still possess enough control to keep themselves in check. That’s important because fight or flight is instinctive, but freezing up is just human nature, and this means they’re all still human yet.
After making my way through the floofs, I awkwardly nod at Li-Li while wondering how I should greet Luo-Luo, and I settle with a stilted hug she is far too enthusiastic to receive and almost succumb to the warm embrace of her bountiful bosom. Those things are almost unfair in how erotically destructive they are, but again, this is hardly the time or place, so much as I would love to get to know Luo-Luo better while burying my face between her breasts, I have more important matters to attend to.
I know I went on and on about Balance and expressing emotions, but that doesn’t mean I can do away with all shame and social awareness.
Passing a reluctant Mama Bun over to Lin-Lin since I can hardly demand a surrender with a bunny in my arms, I Cloud-Step up into the air to address the Enemies still in our midst. “I am Falling Rain,” I begin, wondering if I should’ve changed first, but then again, they all just saw me cut down a Divinity, so maybe this is for the best. “To all antagonistic combantants still in Meng Sha, your commanders and Divinities have fled the field. You know this to be true, so I urge you all to lay down your arms and surrender to put an end to this needless bloodshed. I will not lie and promise to spare your lives, but I can promise you each a fair trial. I came West not to purge it of all life, but to give the province back to the people who still call it home, including those of you who took up arms against your own wishes.” There’s no way the entire Mataram Clan was Defiled to the last man, woman, and child. Some probably fought because they were loyal to Clan and didn’t understand the full scope of their actions, while others might’ve been pressured into it to keep their families and loved ones safe. That being said, I fear that two years of struggle and conflict will have done away with most doubts and hesitations, and Defiled or not, the Mataram name has become synonymous with traitor and enemy. Even the most innocent Clansman here will likely be put to death, so why surrender without a whimper when you can die fighting on your feet?
And just as expected, my demand for their surrender unites them against me, for they know the only mercy I can offer is the same mercy I offered Hideo. Perhaps it would be different if they weren’t clad in Mataram armour and captured while attacking an Imperial fort, but alas, the Empire is not known for its mercy to traitors or Defiled and it shows as the Clansmen raise their voices in defiance and charge headlong into the fray. There is little to no coordination between units, just a massed charge towards the closest foe who isn’t a Divinity, which is in every direction besides the docks where my wives and floofs stand.
An outcome I expected, which was why I ordered the Imperial Peak Experts and Demon Slayers to help hold the line while the Irregulars whittle down the Enemy numbers from afar. Perhaps it’s cruel to crush them all without leaving even a single path to escape, but this is the best way to ensure minimal Imperial casualties, even if the slaughter doesn’t sit well with me. The only consolation is that the Abbot will deal with the traitor monks, though I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t concerned about Monk Eyebrows and the others staging another coup down the line. That’s not my problem to deal with however, so I focus on what is, namely the struggle between Imperial and Defiled. It brings me no joy to see so much needless death, but I stand and watch regardless, because it is the least I can do after giving the order. Perhaps the Mataram Clansmen are not deserving of pity, but I don’t know that for sure, not really. It’s so much easier to wage war when you believe your Enemy is evil, but the conflicted nature of humanity means that true, unmitigated evil is a rare thing indeed, almost as rare as pure good.
Maybe another man could find a different solution in my place, but the only way I know how to put an end to all this is by cutting the head off the snake. Once Zhen Shi is gone, then maybe, just maybe, the chaos and confusion will be enough to convince some Mataram Clansmen to lay down their arms and lose themselves in the crowd of prisoners who no doubt prayed for deliverance each and every day. Some might deserve far worse, but I would rather ten guilty criminals escape than put one innocent to death, even if I’d save more lives the other way around.
Is this a foolish way of thinking? Probably, but I was never cut out for leadership. I’m just a guy who wants everyone to get along, so I can head home and live my life without constraints.
Sixteen minutes and forty-eight seconds. That’s how long the slaughter lasts, and I do not move from my post in the sky until the last Clansman falls. A triumphant cheer sounds out as the Imperial soldiers celebrate their victory, but I find no joy in this senseless death and no accomplishment in having given the order. Mitsue Juichi has long since passed his message along and brought Hideo’s body away, and I hope the old man has the presence of mind to cremate his grandson before some Imperial Divinity puts two and two together and decides to see if Hideo’s flesh might have some Heavenly Energy to spare. I don’t know if it does, but I would rather not find out, so I idly wish Juichi all the best before calling a meeting to plan our next step. “We can’t waste even a second,” I begin, once all the Divinities and important Peak Experts have gathered, not just the people firmly in my camp. “You all heard the Uniter. He claims he has all the answers he needs, which means he might now be tackling the final hurdle even as we speak. I do not know how strong he is, but suffice it to say he has enough strength to demand the allegiance of no less than five Divinities, with more likely hidden in the wings.”
“What you did with the Demon Divinity,” Niu Mowang begins, looking mighty resplendent in his Runic armour even though I now see it for the weakness it truly is. “Preventing it from unleashing untold destruction? You can do that again, for all of us?”
“Yes, within limits.” No need to tell them too much, because even though it’s easier for me to stabilize reality than it is for them to destabilize it, I’m fairly certain that it’s a skill which can be taught, meaning the face of war will soon change once they all realize the Treaty is even more useless than it already is. “I assume at least. I’ve yet to be pushed far enough to see those limits.” Though he tries to appear confident and nonchalant, I can tell the Ancestral Bull has decided to stay as far away from me as possible, given how blatantly I just whipped my metaphysical dick out and told him killing one Divinity was easy. “How many Divinities are there in Shi Bei, and how many reliable ones can we call upon on short notice? Meaning immediately, since I intend to kill our foe before he has a chance to put the information he gleaned here today to good use.”
With no one better to focus on, I wait for Niu MoWang to give me an answer, but he responds to my query with a vacant expression until he realizes I’m specifically expecting him to speak. “I do not know,” he replies, offering a half-hearted shrug. “The Imperial Clan is responsible for coordinating the movement of allied Divinities, so it would be best if you spoke with your Imperial Dao Protector. I can contact the Divinities I am familiar with, but there is no garuntee they will come, for most are decidedly neutral in the conflict between Defiled and Imperial.”
Well… shit. That would be Xing Yong Wei, who I haven’t seen or heard from in forever. Taddy already told me there are five Divinities friendly to the People in Shi Bei, so we’ll find out more when we get there, but that will have to wait a bit. “Gather your people and prepare. Peak Experts and above only.” Aside from the people I’m bringing with me of course, because they all refuse to stay here even though it’d be safest not to come with. “We set out as soon as I return.”
“From where?” The question comes from Situ Chi Gan, who has been eying my wifey in a none too friendly manner ever since she revealed her strength, and I have a sneaking suspicion it has something to do with his dead son.
“From the Azure Sea,” I reply, and though their eyes are full of questions, I don’t intend to reply, because some things are best left as a surprise. Besides, it’s not like I could explain it even if I wanted to, because I’m not entirely sure how it all works. See, Blobby is a metaphysical droplet of water, but I kicked him out awhile ago and he’s spent the last few months binding a good portion of the Azure Sea, which is just all sorts of crazy, but whatever. If ever there was a time to use it, that time would be now, even if I have no idea what I’m doing.
Which, if history has proven anything, is probably not as terrible as it sounds. I’ll figure it out, or I won’t, so here goes nothing.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z0YIJQ1jgEI
Comments
CentaureHeart
Well I liked that Hideo is finally dead, not too much redemption but then again he was pretty stupid. The Defilement made it even worse
Justin
Wasn't mammoth boy openly lusting after the ancestral bunny? I kinda got rapy vibes from that so I have my doubts he will be joining forces.
Thenais
Hyped for boshui recap
Dion Hier
I find the end of hideo. Pretty written
NeWorlDark
I think that the last half was a good necessary look at the ending of a battle like this. They didn't gain any ground or really win anything it was a battle of survival. I'm now also excited to see Rains parents and the generals reaction to just getting the tldr as their coming back for support.
Situ Chi Lok. He dies during the whole retreat from the society bit.
Who was Situ Chi Gan son?
Arnon Parenti
This makes me wonder if Rain's new Skill will draw in the more warmongering divinities to his side, mammoth boi seems like an ideal candidate for defection if Rain can let him RIP, also the sweet Ancestral Elephant gurl would enjoy some stomping and hopping about without worrying if she breaks the world, thats a nice demon you have there, would be a shame if someone flattened it. Not talking about the greedy and nihilistic divinities like piggy and granma wrinkles, but plenty of others who joined the Uniter, just so they can enjoy a few years of mayhem before the empire closes in on them like it always does would probably prefer Rain's medicine over Zhen Shi's drugs.
Arnon Parenti
I think Rain did it for the audience, spurning an old grieving man who just lost his last family member would be seen as cruel, and everyone already accuse Rain of being a softy, so another incident isn't too bad for his rep. This is also a warning to others, like Zian's uncle Rang Min and cousin Gulong, who tread a treacherous path lead by an imperial scion, if Rain's "mercy" is death, maybe don't push him too far.
I wonder if Rain killed him quick if only so the old man can process his grieve faster and not be punished in waiting for Rain's final decision with false hope OR if Rain sensed the old man intending to grab Hideo and flee. It seemed too quick of a trial.
Diplodicus
Thanks for the chapter Ruff! I think I feel why you didn't like the second half. I wonder if the Sea level will drop once Blobbly leaves?
