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Chapter 553
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Having spent most of this past year getting to know the Bekhai, Du Min Gyu no longer thought of little Yans tribesman as merely a bunch of primitive, mountain-dwelling isolationists with no care or regard for civilized life.
They were also certifiably insane to boot, every last one of them including the granddaughter he so loved and cherished.
Falling Rains insanity stood out the most only because he never cared to hide it, but this cultural insanity was a core tenement of the Bekhai. One only needed to look and it would become apparent, such as when little Yan kept silent regarding several attempts on her life, no doubt because she intended to take vengeance with her own hands. An insane prospect for a girl her age, especially considering she would have died if Min Gyu hadnt caught wind of things and intervened, but he was strangely proud of her fierce independence. All of the Bekhai were like this, stubborn and prideful to the extreme, but their insanity had never been more evident than last night, during his meeting with Akanai, Baatar, and the rest of Rains family to discuss the boys ongoing meeting with the Legate. There, while sitting at Baatars dining room table and waiting for the boy to return, Du Min Gyu had broken out into a cold sweat whilst listening to the Imperial Servant lay out in no uncertain terms the Bekhais dire situation. Regardless of how Lord Husbands meeting goes with his Patron, the girl had warned, We will likely find ourselves at odds with one or more of the five Supreme Families, and possibly even all five if Shen Zhen Wu should choose to act against us to better sell his ruse.
Akanai, being the intractable madwoman that she was, had merely snorted and said, Then let them come. If they think five Supreme Families too many, I will gladly waste two or three bloodlines for them.
Having been infected by her insanity, the rest of the Bekhai actually agreed. Visibly and verbally, no less, without a sign of fear or trepidation to be found on any of their faces save for the Imperial Servants. Insanity, pure, unadulterated insanity, there was no other way to describe it. These werent backwater nobles and greedy merchants the Bekhai could bully and browbeat as they pleased, but the aristocracy of Imperial Nobility itself. Not only were these illustrious Families descended from the Heavenly Warriors who helped found the Azure Empire, they were also the descendants of every Emperor since then aside from the first. There was no clan, faction, or power higher than that of the Five Supreme Families, the veritable overlords of the continent who wielded the Emperors Authority with nigh impunity, for any one amongst their number could be the next Emperor Himself, or if not, then parent, sibling, or cousin at the very least.
And the Bekhai were crazy enough to believe themselves capable of not only opposing a Supreme Family, but also overcoming them as well. Madness.
It wasnt ignorance or naivete which led them to this conclusion, and over the next few hours, Min Gyu realized it wasnt brash overconfidence either. The Bekhai understood the magnitude of the trials and tribulations before them, but they treated it with the same fatalistic philosophy they applied to all aspects of their lives. No matter how dire or dangerous the obstacle, the Mother always left a path to salvation, a popular notion which was widespread amongst the people of the Empire, but one he himself had never wholeheartedly embraced. Although hed spoken to Rain about faith and the Martial Dao, reliance on faith alone was akin to laziness and apathy. Hed prayed for months and years for the Mother to fix his leg and restore him to health, but never once did she answer those prayers, not until he got off his old ass and set out into the world to find the granddaughter hed always wanted. Had he not taken Yan in, then the Medical Saint would never have bothered to treat him, he knew this now. The Mother helped those who helped themselves, and it was all part of Her plan, for trials and tribulations were meaningless if She kept swooping in to save them. Instead, the Mother Above offered Her children the tools needed to solve their problems themselves, so Min Gyus faith was rooted in his decades of hard work and experience as well as his dedication to the Martial Dao.
That was Rains biggest problem, of this he was certain, lack of faith in the tools at his disposal. It was a common issue amongst Martial Warriors, especially ones whod been exposed to powers beyond their comprehension, unable to understand just how the Martial Dao could ever prepare them to match such god-like beings. Swords and fists were simple enough, but Blessings, Talents, and at times even the basic milestones, Auras, Natal Palaces, and Domains, were too abstract and extraneous for some to understand, hence why so many Martial Warriors stalled at those points. This was where faith came into the equation, because while Min Gyu couldnt confidently explain how any number of Martial concepts worked, he knew they were all tools bestowed upon them by the Mother Above in order to combat the Enemy, and for him, this was enough. Granted, he still made an effort to understand the mechanics behind Chi and other things, such as his unnamed Talent which kept his Wind Chi from dissipating upon contact with another living creature, he never let his lacking comprehension interfere with his faith in these gifts from the Mother Above, and it was here where Rain was most lacking.
Well, perhaps not most lacking. Faith was sorely needed, but the boy could also benefit from several swift kicks to the ass. Why no one stopped him from going on a day trip during such a dangerous time, Min Gyu would never understand, but if hed known Rain was bringing Yan out to a farm an hour away from the Citadel, he wouldve never let his beloved grand-daughter go. The girl knew it too, which was why shed been so vague about her plans for today, stating only that she was going to go play with Lin and the others. At least Baatar had prepared for this inevitability and kept a sizable rescue party on standby, but he shouldve bolstered the boys guard detail as well. Here they stood on this open field surrounded by indefensible farmland, with an hour-long journey back to safety where any number of assassins might be lying in wait. Complaining would do nothing, so Min Gyu would simply have to rely on faith, steel, and Chi to see them through this precarious, and utterly avoidable tribulation.
Standing in the drivers seat of his carriage, Min Gyu kept a close eye on their surroundings whilst periodically sending currents of Wind Chi sweeping about in search of Concealed assassins and guardians, but thus far had found no hostile combatants. This was not to say there was nothing to be found, for there were plenty of friendly individuals Concealed about the periphery, twenty seven in total whod ridden in with them from the Citadel. Min Gyu could tell it was them because he could make out their quins as well, but what irked him was the fact that hed seen Bekhai members of the Medical Saints guard detail fade into Concealment with his own two eyes, yet his Wind Chi was utterly unable to find them. Itd been seventy-odd years since he first discovered this trick, and in all that time since, hed never experienced failure when looking for a Concealed individual he knew was there until meeting the Bekhai. Now it seemed like every member of the Medical Saints guard detail could do the same, and Min Gyu found it aggravating to the extreme.
How? How could they trick the wind itself? They were creatures of flesh and blood, and therefore presented a physical barrier through which wind could not pass, yet no matter where Min Gyu sent his streams of probing wind, there was not a single veiled guard to be found. It was literally impossible, yet obviously not, for theyd found some means with which to evade his detection. Why would anyone even bother coming up to a countermeasure for a skill so rare and unique as his? As far as he knew, only someone with his unique Talent and quintessential Blessing could pull off such a feat without draining their Chi reserves dry with a single pass or two. Were Yan to try it, her streams of Wind Chi would dissipate upon contact with any and all living creatures, forcing her to weave her currents in and around any friendly obstacles in her way, thereby greatly increasing the need for focus, concentration, and Chi, so who would waste the effort to -
Ah. Perhaps it wasnt a countermeasure against Min Gyus trick per se, but rather his trick failed to uncover them because he wasnt casting a wide enough net. Sure enough, as soon as he raised his sights and delivered a probing gust through the treetops, he uncovered a dozen Concealed guards nesting among them. How foolish of him to be so arrogant and shortsighted, believing his methods were infallible even though his purview was narrow and flawed. The guards werent purposely countering his methods, they were simply standing too high up for his directed gusts to find them.
After confirming the treetop Concealed Experts were in fact friendly, Min Gyu relaxed ever so slightly while massaging the tension out of his neck and shoulders. The thought of facing the Supreme Families had unnerved him more than he cared to admit, so it was almost reassuring to see the Bekhai taking things as stoically as they were. The Imperials were powerful and resourceful foes, but they were not infallible, else Rain would not have escaped death at the hands of three trained assassins. Perhaps that was why the boy was allowed out in the first place, to force their Imperial enemies to act now before they were fully prepared and therefore expose themselves to the Legate and the Bekhai, though there were much better ways to go about it than dangling Falling Rain out like a piece of bloody bait.
Or, Min Gyu mused as he noticed young Charok patrolling to the south, bringing largely untried youngsters out on dangerous rescue missions.
Truth be told, he rather liked the quiet, unassuming young man who valued family above all else, yest still found time to progress along the Martial Dao. Despite being of secondary, or perhaps even tertiary concern after cooking, Charok was a capable Martial Warrior only slightly inferior to his ferocious wife Alsantset, who herself was almost a match for Kyung. Even then, Min Gyu inwardly disagreed with bringing the young couple with them to rescue Rain, and not just because he didnt want their darling children to be orphaned so young. Talent on the training fields was one thing, but Charok was largely untested in real battle, and one could not know the true measure of a warrior until lives were on the line. Min Gyu had seen promising young talents freeze up at the sight of blood, and quivering curs find courage with blade in hand. One only need look at Rain to know that appearances were deceiving, for who could imagine that this scrawny, smiling, pet-coddling fool was in fact a bloodthirsty warrior standing at the forefront of his peers?
Not to say Min Gyu disapproved of Charoks presence either, for the young man knew the risks and opted to come along regardless, which spoke of his stalwart courage and staunch devotion to family. No, Min Gyus disapproval was reserved solely for Baatar, who shouldve rejected Charoks bid to join them alongside a handful of others. These young men and women had no place here on this errand, because the stakes were simply too high. Min Gyu could only imagine the outrage if it became known that the charitable and charismatic Falling Rain, who mightve just pulled off the impossible and recovered from a shattered Core in less than a year, had fallen victim to Imperial politics and was assassinated on orders of a Supreme Family. In these trying times, Falling Rain was more than a superlative young talent, for he embodied hope itself. Hope for the crippled and abused, the impoverished and afflicted, the fearful and the weary, for he was a man who defied the odds time and time again to spit in the eye of the Father himself.
And if his death were linked to the Imperial Clan, then it would tell the citizens of the Empire that their safety came second to Imperial posturing. The people would riot, if not rise up in open rebellion alongside the Bekhai, and many Martial Warriors would join them, or at the very least stand aside and let the Eastern Imperials clean up their own mess. It was idiocy of the highest order to kill Falling Rain here and now, and try as he might Min Gyu could not see the logic behind their actions.
Which meant that the Supreme Families were confident enough to act in spite of the risks, so they would only dispatch assassins who were well-trained and well-equipped. Falling Rain had kept one of his assassins swords, but had not thought to bring their corpses away as well, and all evidence of the scuffle had been removed in the short time since. According to Kuang Biao, the three dead assassins had not been Peak Experts, but all three had possessed Domains, and only dumb luck and the Guardian Turtle had saved young Rains life. Against such powerful enemies, young, untried Experts were of no use, no matter how talented they might be. Charok, Alsantset, and even Tenjin, the celebrated Fire-Bird of Sinuji, none of them should have been here, for swords did not have eyes and the Emperors love of young Talents did not afford them much protection when they went against Imperial interest.
Glancing at Kyung, Min Gyu tried to remember how old the half-cat was. Forty? Fifty? The boy had been a gift from... someone or the other, a sort of backhanded insult to insinuate his lack of heirs was due to some twisted perversion, but while hed done his fair share of picking flowers and trampling grass in his younger years, hed simply never met a woman he cared enough about to marry. Unlike young Charok, Min Gyu had placed the Martial Dao above all else, and even now, he didnt regret it, but he also couldnt lie and say he had no regrets at all.
It was all Yans fault for pointing out that Kyung was as much Min Gyus Disciple as Kai had been, perhaps even more so since the half-cat was always at his side...
Kyung, Min Gyu Sent, studying the young man who he helped shape into the fine Martial Warrior before him. If we are attacked, you are to prioritize your own safety above all else. Should I fall, you are not to avenge me, or waste time retrieving my corpse. You are to follow Baatars orders as if you were one of his soldiers, until such a time as Yan comes to relieve you.
Yes Master. Though his tone and expression were impassive as always, Kyungs cat ears were pressed flat against his skull and his tail lashing about in agitation, no doubt cursing himself for being too weak to aid his Master.
An ugly word, now that Min Gyu thought of it, and so on a whim, he Sent, Yan calls you big brother, so from now on, you may call me grandfather as well.
Yes Grandfather.
There was no change in the half-cats tone or expression, which made Min Gyu think Kyung didnt care much about titles. Or maybe he hated his master and was unhappy at having to call his tormentor Grandfather. Do you envy your half-sister for her place amongst the Bekhai? Min Gyu asked, before he could think better of it. For the love and family shes found there?
Yes and no, Kyung Sent, looking left, right, and anywhere but up at Min Gyu. I do not envy her place amongst the Bekhai, for it is better here, at Grandfathers side.
But he envied the love and family shed found. Of course he did. Who wouldnt. Well, Min Gyu Sent while giving Kyung a pat on the head. Hed done this thousands of times before, so why did it feel so awkward now? Im sorry.
There was no reply, and in truth, Min Gyu wasnt sure what an appropriate response to such a pitiful apology would be, so he simply went back to looking for Concealed assassins and hoped the awkward ambience would simply disappear. After another minute of stifling discomfort, Min Gyu focused on Baatar and Sent, Whats taking so long? Is the boy insisting on bringing his pets?
Our initial plan is unviable, Baatar Sent back. The Guardian Turtles presence will give it away.
Damn it. Of course. Why hadnt he thought of that? Well because he wasnt in the habit of accounting for devoted giant turtles. So what now?
We move out in the same order as before, but we put the boy in the second carriage, with me.
An option theyd ruled out on the way over because it was too obvious a choice, but since obfuscation was of minimal use, the centre was the best place for Rain. Still... I suggest putting my carriage in the centre and yours at the front. The centre is safest, but having you guard it as well makes the boys position too obvious. Min Gyu had volunteered for the vanguard, where his Blessing of Wind would be of the most use, but the circumstances demanded otherwise. Are the others still lost in Insight?
Yes. After a short pause, Baatar Sent, We will do as you suggested. Open the carriage doors. I will bring the boy out shortly.
I will guard him with my life, Min Gyu Sent back, and miracle of miracles, he actually meant it.
Thank you. That was it, but the Bekhai hoarded their words like a fishwife hoarded coin, used only when absolutely necessary and with great reluctance. Not two seconds later, Baatar leaped over the towering bamboo stalks and landed softly on the ground in between the three carriages, carrying a bundled Falling Rain in his arms, wrapped in a thick quilt to hide his face and torso. Having prepared for this well in advance, the Death Corps swarmed in around Baatar with quilts and jackets raised overhead, using the chaos and confusion to confuse anyone Scrying on their situation. In this, Rains diminutive frame worked to his advantage as he and two similarly wrapped Khishigs stealthily slipped into the shuttered carriages and simultaneously slammed the doors shut. With their precious cargo in place, Kyung flicked his reins and set the six-horse team to moving, winding in and around the other two carriages until they finally settled into a proper formation. Baatar and Charok at the front, Min Gyu and Kyung in the centre, and Husolt and Ghurda holding up the rear, all while surrounded by a veritable horde of quin riders with bows drawn and arrows ready.
They set out without the Death Corps out of necessity, since their wagons couldnt keep up with the carriages or quin riders, and someone had gone to great efforts to Conceal the Guardian Turtle while she moved, but otherwise, their convoy made for an intimidating sight as they raced away from the farm. Truth be told, he wouldve been much more confident if Akanai were here with them instead of lost to sudden Insights upon entering the grove, but he knew how rare and precious each Insight was to a warrior Akanais age. Hed also be lying if he said he wasnt curious to see how his garden back in Yantai measured up to the Medical Saints bamboo grove, but now was not the time for indulging idle curiosities. The Medical Saint was truly a man of many talents, and Rain a boy of many mysteries, untouched by the magics of Divination and Natural Balance. Technically, it wasnt magic, but rather a careful arrangement of nature which interacted with the natural Elements and brought an area into Balance, complete with measuring devices, mathematical formulas, intricate interactions, and more, but to Min Gyu, it all sounded like magic by another name.
Focus. Still standing in the drivers seat, Min Gyu sent Wind Chi billowing out in search of Concealed enemies. Though he found none, he continued searching at irregular intervals while the Bekhai scouts ranged ahead and conducted searches of their own, though how effective they might be at uncovering Concealed foes remained to be seen.
But not for long.
The response was subtle and almost went unnoticed as his Wind Chi brushed over the hidden assassins, a dozen of them lying in the grass less than a hundred metres up the road and well within his range of detection. The clever killers had escaped notice for so long because theyd covered themselves in blankets of dirt with the grass still attached and had only just removed them and revealed themselves because they were ready to strike. Any warning Min Gyu gave now would be too little too late, which meant someone intimately familiar with Min Gyus detection skills had warned them in advance, and the only person who couldve done so was his old friend written rival, Zhang Jun Bao.
So these were the Legates assassins then, here to sell the story of Falling Rains falling out. How novel, but Min Gyu suspected the Legate would not lose much sleep if his people accidentally succeeded. As he opened his mouth to shout a worthless warning, the Bekhai outriders lifted their bows and loosed their arrows in the blink of an eye, and then the assassins hiding in the grass were no more. Mouth still hanging open, he stood in silent shock as he came to grips with the one-sided massacre hed just witnessed, unable to tear his eyes away from the carnage as his carriage rolled past it. Replaying the incident over in his mind, he noticed Charok had been the first to raise his bow, and the rest had simply followed suit, aiming their arrows in and around the same area as Charoks. The amber-eyed father and cook had placed his arrow right through the throat of the centre-most assassin, while the other archers shafts were not so neatly placed.
...Meaning Charok was the only one whod spotted the assassins. The others merely took their cue from him, and in doing so, turned the tides on a deadly trap before their enemies had the chance to spring it.
Feeling suitably humbled by the young warriors perceptiveness, Min Gyu redoubled his scouting efforts and uncovered another ambush not five minutes later, this time with almost a full minute to spare. Sending a warning to Baatar, the half-wolf responded with a concise, Acknowledged, and carried on riding without a care in the world. A half minute later, Min Gyu was about to Send something when a thunderous explosion sounded in the distance. Mother knows when hed had time to loose it, but Baatars short sword landed heavily amidst the assassins and sent them scurrying out from the ditch they were hiding in, only to be ridden down by twenty Bekhai Experts appearing out of Concealment. Min Gyu hadnt even known they were there, meaning theyd been at least a kilometre away when he first uncovered the assassins, yet the quins werent even breathing hard after that breakneck sprint. For the second time this trip, he quietly raised his assessment of the Bekhai Khishigs by a few notches. Between their speed and range, an army of them could easily take on a force four or five times their own, more if their enemies were unarmoured Defiled.
One of the riders approached to return Baatars weapon, and then their journey continued unabated as they slowed their pace to a trot. Ostensibly this was so they would have the energy to flee if the situation should warrant it, but time proved their caution was unwarranted. With Min Gyus help, Baatar and his Khishigs uncovered and dispatched two more ambushes, as well as a third without his help before arriving at the Citadel gates an hour later, bringing the butchers bill to sixty-three dead assailants and seventeen injured Bekhai, the worst of whom rode through the gates on his own with more shame in his grimace than pain.
A formidable bunch, these Bekhai, but Min Gyu was still wary of their foes. Five ambushes, he Sent to Baatar as soon as they were safe in his manor, which he claimed was impenetrable to Eavesdropping, Scrying, or other means of surveillance. Five Supreme Families. Youd best keep the boy heavily guarded and on a short leash, because I shudder to think what forces theyll throw at us once theyve had enough time to prepare.
He is safe where he is, Baatar replied, and something in the mans tone put Min Gyu on edge. Turning around, he opened the shutter to the carriage and peered in, only to find an unfamiliar Khishig staring back.
Mother in Heaven. All this trouble just to leave him at the grove? Had he known, Min Gyu would have stayed there too, but he supposed that was why Baatar kept quiet.
Baatar shrugged ever so slightly, which more than anything showed how tired he was. Five brief, and explosive encounters might not seem like much, but remaining vigilant for an entire hour had taken its toll. On Min Gyu too, he realized, as he leaned against Kyung for support. The boy insisted. He found a new pet, some sort of oversized rodent Taduk refused to let loose in the grove. I could not leave the boy trapped in close confines with a wild Spiritual Beast, so there was no other choice.
The blood drained from his face even as he cursed himself for not noticing. The Medical Saints guards must have Concealed the Divine Turtle as she lay in wait outside the grove, which wouldve been much easier than doing so while she ran after the convoy. Min Gyu just assumed she was too slow to keep up, like the Death Corps guards, who likely never intended to follow them in the first place. Mother in Heaven, was he so old that his mind was starting to slip? ...So what? We do this all again tomorrow? A hint of desperation leaked into Min Gyus Sending, one he didnt much like but couldnt help. He was too old to do something so stressful and tiring again so soon, but if Yan needed him, he would be there.
No, they will return on their own later tonight. Evidently, Baatar was confident in Akanais prowess as well as the Medical Saints guards. But our work is not done. The Imperials had no need to strike today, but they did so because they looked down on our strength. They will not make this mistake a second time, but I cannot escort Rain on his journey to the Central Citadel, and Mother refuses to go with them in my stead. Clapping Min Gyu on the shoulder, Baatar flashed his wolfish grin, a smile which felt more like a threat. As such, I leave his safety, and the safety of my wife, daughter, and grandchildren, in your capable hands.
...Oh joy. Swallowing a pithy comment about the dubious honour of such a demanding task, Min Gyu nodded and said, On my life, I will bring him back to you alive.
Or, alternatively and far more likely, he would die trying.
Comments
I have trouble coming up with like.... a good reason a peasant type would voice his opinions to someone like Rain. I did a whole thing with Bulat in a bar chatting with peasants, so i mgiht do something like that again, but who knows.
CJB
Can we get perspective from the masses one day? It's all well and good to hear the main cast talk about the popularity of rising stars, dragons, and number one Talents but that's just them talking. More than once they've been wrong about such thoughts and assumptions.
Max Lopo
I was close 10 "chapters ago, but we old venerable ones feel the need to say goodbye. Nt m8
Thanks for the chapter. I think you meant pithy instead of pity at the end of the chapter.
rwn
Sod it, everyone else already said what the word is
Morog T Tiny
blankets of cut sod
Matt
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ghillie_suit
ThePolarParadox
But why do some peeps say “Sod off!”? 🤔
A disgruntled nondescript squirrel
the term I believe you were looking for is sod or turf.
Seadrake
Dirt with grass in it is called sod
