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Chapter 448
🕑 Added 2019-04-11 22:32:37 +0000 UTC
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Humans are not rational creatures.
All too often, we make unreasonable and illogical decisions based on emotion or in opposition to fact, but its not always a bad thing. Yes, sometimes we do stupid things like drink ourselves into stupors or ignore reason to follow our instincts, but irrational behaviour also drives us to do incredible things. If we were rational beings, we would rarely explore the unknown, run into burning buildings to save people, or stand up for ones beliefs against a greater power. Some of the greatest acts of humanity have arisen from illogical decisions, and when they work out, theyre celebrated as acts of courage and bravery. The person who chases after a murderer and apprehends the criminal is a hero, while another person who does the same and dies is a fool with more courage than sense. Someone who wins the lottery is envied, but someone who makes a less risky but calculated gamble and loses out is labelled a buffoon who threw all their money away.
Even judging things by their outcomes is irrational and stupid, but isnt that what it means to be human?
Thus, when faced with the emergence of a tunnelling mole-Demon at the tail end of my bowel-movement, instead of doing the logical thing and vaulting away or calling for help, I instead wipe my ass and pull up my pants. While not the most rational decision Ive ever made, Ill be damned if I die with my pants around my ankles and a shit-stained ass-hole.
Whilst fumbling with my belt and wholeheartedly regretting my decision, I lock eyes with the mole-Demon and sense the cold hatred and burning fury contained within, though whether this is because of my apparent indifference or merely its regular attitude, I couldnt say. Regardless of how it feels, the wrinkled, shit-covered creature lunges forward to take my life with talons ready and jaw unhinged. Its square, yellowed teeth and gaping black maw grow larger in vision and I raise my arms to block it, even though logically, it makes zero sense to do so. My vision blurs and the world shifts, after which I miraculously watch the Demon soar through the space I occupied only microseconds before.
Wow, thats a big mole. Moley, moley, moley, mole.
Two figures materialize out of thin air before my eyes and move to engage the Demon with their woefully inadequate short swords, and through the haze of shock and confusion, I recognize my saviours as the unfamiliar soldiers Id spotted earlier, then promptly forgot about after the Wraith attack. With his hand on my chest, the third mysterious soldier positions himself between the Demon and myself, moving me away from the battle to keep me safe. Whoever they are, its clear theyre here to protect me, and I mutter a small prayer of thanks to whomever might be listening. While Im still not entirely convinced of an all-powerful being watching over me from above, it doesnt hurt to show proper appreciation.
Chaos ensues as Argat and the Death Corps rush into the tent to join the fray, but luckily, my newfangled guardians are stronger than expected. Working in tandem, one distracts the Demon while the other attacks from behind. Leaking Ichor from a handful of wounds, the Demon fails to land a blow on either nimble warrior and promptly retreats, crashing through my tent and pulling up the stakes as its driven away. Instead of pressing their advantage, my saviours draw away to my side and settle into a defensive position around me and my Death Corps guards, leaving Argat to engage the Demon all by his lonesome. Finally remembering to draw my weapons, I strap Tranquility in place and say, Not that Im ungrateful or trying to tell you how to do your jobs, but Im safe enough with the Death Corps here, so could you go help Argat?
Silence is my only answer as my saviours drag me away, but I stubbornly dig in and refuse to leave. Though it seems like hes got things under control, Argat is clearly outmatched by the Demon as hes focusing solely on defence, so its best if I stick around to lend a hand. Dodging nimbly about, the half-monkey Khishig ducks, dips, and dances around the Demons earth-shattering attacks, unable to find an opening to retaliate because a single connecting blow would turn him into a bloody pulp. A swipe of its talons rends a furrow through the dirt forcing Argat to pole-vault away, leaving the Demon free and unhindered. Talons digging into the dirt, it launches itself like an arrow towards me with startling speed, and if I were facing it alone, I fear this would spell my end, but my silent guardians save me once more.
By pulling me aside and leaving the Death Corps to die in my place.
Tearing through armour like paper, the Demon barrels through my devoted guards and turns them into a mist of gore and blood. Sliding across the grass, the creature snarls and turns to gather itself for another pounce while more Death Corps stream in to block its path, yet another illogical decision considering the scene they witnessed. No, not illogical, because to the Death Corps, it makes all the sense in the world. I can see it in their eyes, for there is no fear or hesitation, only grim determination. This is their purpose, to give their lives in defence of my own no matter the odds stacked against them, and the odds are dire indeed.
Back! I shout, and the Death Corps are forced to obey. Retreat to a hundred paces. They cant do anything except get in the way, and Ill be damned if more of them die for nothing, but where they faced the prospect of death with grim smiles, my orders to disperse is met with crestfallen faces. Putting their damned honour out of mind, I clutch Peace and Tranquility in hand and once again execute Balance on Windy Leaf, charging the Demon in deranged defiance of the odds.
I promised myself Id never do this again, but fuck it. This thing killed my soldiers, and it will die for it.
Despite my frenzied madness, I still have enough presence of mind to angle my charge, so instead of crashing headlong into its open mouth, Im poised to skirt along its side and carve into its flesh. With its talons dug into the dirt, the Demon is helpless to defend itself from my charge, or so I think until it stretches its neck to snap at me instead. Inside my Natal Palace, the Star sparkles with blinding light as the Hammer strikes with a bone-shaking clang, while out in the real world, Tranquility smashes into the Demons face. Despite Reinforcing and Amplifying for all Im worth, it feels like hitting a steel wall. The jarring collision knocks me off my feet and sends me hurling through the air, smacked aside like a pinball by its powerful neck. Rolling backwards with the fall, I go head over heels multiple times before coming to my feet, just in time to see Argat drive his spear clean through the Demons spine, eliciting a hair-raising shriek as the tip emerges from its chest and pins it to the ground. Not a cry of pain, but anger, for the creature is enraged by this injury which stops it from killing me. Standing on the Demons back, Argat clings to his spear and slams keep his feet atop the flailing creatures head, keeping himself safe from snapping jaws and grasping talons.
Bucking and shaking to dislodge the unwelcome passenger, the Demons furious motions only serve to tear itself apart on Argats embedded spear, its wrinkled flesh giving way before the smooth, metallic haft and widening its wound from chest to belly. Greenish-yellow Ichor spurts from the wound and blackens the grass around it, but even though the widening wound offers it more freedom, its movements grow sluggish and listless with time. Since my silent guardians seem unwilling to lend aid, I move in to offer what little assistance I can, but they quickly close in to stand in my way and hold me back without laying a hand on my person or even looking my way.
I dont know who these Experts are, and they did save my life, but it pisses me off how theyre prioritizing my safety over Argats life.
Before I lose my temper and threaten them with bodily harm, Lei Gong arrives in a flash of lightning and a clap of thunder, his scintillating cane smashing into the Demons head and electrifying its entire body even as Argat leaps away, an effort hopefully coordinated through Sending else Ill have to have words with Lei Gong. I might have words with him regardless, because its almost been a full minute since the Demon emerged and hes only arriving now, one of the many reasons why I didnt feel safe leaving Song under his sole protection. The old drunk is hardly reliable. He didnt even show his face in the aftermath of the Wraith attack, and now here he is showing up late to a Demon-killing party. Im hoping the Tyrant has a more dependable work ethic, but her pieced nipples and near-compulsive research dont exactly scream responsible.
I cant believe Im even thinking this, but I wish Daxian were still here...
With the Demon dead and no longer a threat, my guardians lose all interest in holding me back. Pushing past with an irritated grunt, I run over to Argat lying on his side in the dirt. Despite his valiant efforts, his legs are splattered with caustic Ichor which has eaten through his leather boots and trousers to attack the vulnerable flesh beneath. The smell of burnt hair and charred flesh mingles with the stench wafting up from the latrines as I scrape Ichor off of his leg using the rim of my shield. Water, I yell, wishing I hadnt ordered the Death Corps to back so far away. Someone get me water!
Forget the water, Argat says, gritting his teeth in pain. Cant wash Ichor away. Scrape what you can and cut the rest before it gets down to the bone. Your Mentor will have our hides if both Jochi and I get sent off for Healing and leave you without a nanny. Ignoring his jab, I work quickly as I can and fight a losing battle against the destructive Demonic fluids. Finally, a Death Corps soldier arrives bearing multiple water skins and I dump most of my Chi into the first bag, turning the Chi-infused water into counterfeit Heavenly Water before pouring it over the Ichor still plastered to Argats flesh. Unlike with Wraith poison, the effect is instantaneous as the insidious fluids lose cohesion and colour, crumbling apart and falling to the wayside like clumps of harmless wax. Sucking in a pained breath, Argat bites off an angry curse as he sees my Blessing at work, and the tension drains from my body to be replaced by sweet relief.
Its about time something worked out like I thought it should. Counterfeit Heavenly Water is a go. I should probably change its name to something snappier, like Blessed Water. No, lets go with Purifying Water, not as religious. I dont need more BoShuis and Dastans staring at me with wide eyed reverence.
Making a mental note to hand out containers of Purifying Water to my friends, I set to cleaning and bandaging Argats legs. Sporting no less than nine irregular flesh wounds, itll take a day or two of self-Healing before hes back on his feet, though it wouldve been much worse without my efforts. Impressed with my accomplishments for a change, that promptly changes with Argats Sending. Idiot boy, whats the matter with you? What are you thinking, doing that in plain sight where anyone can see? Hurry and cover my legs, assuming its not already too late.
So... I guess thats a no on handing out Purifying Water? I hate having to keep all these damned secrets. Its no wonder the Empires stagnating, they keep killing people off every time someone comes up with something new.
With the floodgates opened, Argat continues to berate me for my actions through Sending. Another thing: what were you thinking when you charged a Wraith? You were lucky to spot it, but did it ever occur to you that it might have been a trap? What if it showed itself to lure you away from your guards so one of its cronies could kill you? And whyd you send the Death Corps away? Theyre there to protect you, not twiddle their thumbs and watch you die. What if those three strangers had a change of heart and stuck a dagger between your ribs? You dont even know their names yet you put your lives in their hands, but thats not enough. No, you left them behind too, this time to charge a damn Demon. I swear on the Mother Above, you pull another stunt like this and you can find yourself another damned protector, one stupid enough to take on this impossible job.
Trying to get a word in edgewise, I Send, Sorry, but I was just trying to help. And I did help... I distracted the Demon long enough for Argat to impale it.
Indignation diminishing ever so slightly when he realizes the same, Argat closes his eyes and sighs. Look... Im just saying, its stressful keeping you safe when you run headlong into danger every chance you get. Even if youre not afraid to die, think about whatll happen if I survive and you dont. Shit, theyll probably blame me for slacking off even if I lose my arms and legs trying to save you.
Sorry. Though to be fair, its not my fault he has a less than stellar track record. The first time I needed their help, they were getting drunk in a tavern while I fought assassins in the streets of Sanshu...
After a pregnant pause, Argat Sends, Im not telling you to stop being all heroic and challenging the odds, but just... pick your fights better. Youre a rare talent kid, but youre not invincible. Even Nian Zu almost died to Wraiths, and youre still a long way from matching even the weakest of Demons. Snorting, he adds, Give yourself another year or two. At the rate youre improving, Ill be looking to you to protect me by then.
Surpass Argat in a year? Yea right. The Demon tossed me aside like a wet rag using only its neck, but Argat stomped its head into the dirt more than once. Not only is he physically stronger than I am by several orders of magnitude, I dont even know how its possible. We both use Reinforcement and Amplification, but he hits so much harder than I do its absurd.
With Argats injuries tended to, I task a few Death Corps soldiers with getting him back to his yurt before dealing with the chaos of camp. My saviours have all disappeared and left no trace behind, though I suspect theyre still lurking somewhere nearby. I dont know why they were watching me poop, but despite their uniforms and Khishig leathers, Im certain they werent Bekhai, which means they werent sent here by Dad or Akanai. I dont even think they were Northerners because they had the naturally tanned skin, slender eyebrows, and narrow facial features found commonly in Centrals peasant population. Thing is, why would a bunch of Central Experts guard me in secret? Maybe theyre Colonel Hongjis people or maybe the Legate is nicer than I thought, or maybe its one of a thousand other possibilities I cant think of. Either way, theyre on my side, so Im not too too stressed about it and only moderately worried.
Desperately hoping theyll never speak about what happened inside my poop tent, I make a note to ask the Colonel about the enigmatic protectors while grieving for my lost soldiers and waiting for news from the other camps. It turns out I wasnt the only one to come under attack, nor was I in the most danger. Yan, Zian, and BoShui were visited by three Wraiths each but escaped without injury, while Wu Gam got twelve Wraiths and three mole Demons, all of whom were taken care of by the Original Gam, a warrior who not only makes Lei Gong look neat and tidy, but apparently also puts the Lord of Thunders strength to shame. Maybe thats the secret to Martial Strength: a slovenly appearance. I mean, we have Lei Gong, Guan Suo, and now Original Gam, all slobs and degenerates hiding considerable skills.
If I fail to become a peak Expert, then Ill blame Luo-Luo for making me dress nice.
The Demon corpse continues to blacken the earth, turning green grass into brittle ash as the Ichor seeps into the soil. Considering Argats angry reaction to cleansing the Ichor on his legs, I doubt hed be pleased to learn I cleansed the Demon corpse too, so I leave it where it lays as Lei Gong advises me to do. Its not too big a loss since I dont know how to turn Ichor into Heavenly Energy, but it pains me to watch the mole-Demons corpse desecrate the earth. Technically, it was a mole-rat Demon, but I honestly dont know the difference, other than one being fluffy and the other bald. Why this makes then mole-rats instead of bald moles, I couldnt say, but apparently, the Enemy has a lot of them because theres a bat-shit crazy mole-rat Divinity lady who raises them like theyre her children, one who bears a grudge with the original Gam for killing her babies back at the Canston Winery.
Poor little mole rats. Theyre ugly, but that doesnt mean theyre evil. I dont know how the Defiled Ancestral Beast turns them into Demons, but I doubt its a pleasant experience.
There were other camps and officers were also targeted by Wraiths, but the other only officer to be attacked by Demons was Colonel Hongji himself. Theres been no word of deaths or injuries, but standard military protocol is to keep things like that quiet for the sake of morale. Aside from a brief public appearance from Hongji to order everyone to remain calm and secure their camps, theres little else for my people to report, so I set about doing as Im told. Bringing pen, ink, and paper outside, I settle down with Song and Ping Ping (and by extension, Guan Suo) to eat jerky while replenishing my Core and brainstorming ideas to uncover Concealed Experts.
Aside from scattering flour around or installing squeaky floorboards, my mind draws a blank. I suppose I could get a smaller poop tent so I can be closer to my guards at all times, but then theyre gonna hear me poop. They probably hear it regardless, but at least with a big empty tent, I have the illusion of privacy. Scribbling indoor plumbing onto the parchment and circling it multiple times, I lament my lack of useful memories once again before turning to my option of last resort. Venerable Guan Suo, I call, using the title I heard Akanai and Song use. Would you be so kind as to offer this lost soul your invaluable guidance?
Pei. Upon hearing his customary response, I circle around Ping Ping to find the grumpy half-panda relaxing against the big girls shoulder with a cloud of dark smoke hanging over his head. What do you want now? Not satisfied with keepin an old man from his sleep with your displays of Purity, now you want to natter at him too?
Honestly, his grouchiness is almost endearing. If he didnt want to answer, he couldve just stayed hidden, but he didnt. I think he likes our little conversations and just doesnt want to admit it, but Ill play along. My profound apologies Venerable One, but could you explain Concealment and maybe offer suggestions on how to defeat it?
In the blink of an eye, Guan Suos playful grouchiness disappears and is replaced by outright hostility. No, he snarls, baring his teeth in threat. Now fuck off. Shooting to his feet, he disappears from sight and refuses to respond to my pleas again, though why, I have no idea. I suppose Concealment is one of those things he doesnt want to talk about, probably because he likes his privacy. I mean, willingly revealing himself for a chat isnt the same as me seeing through his Concealment and forcing him to talk, so I shout a heartfelt apology before going back to my brainstorming.
The problem is, I dont know enough about Concealment to counter it. I mean, it makes people overlook your presence, but how? Maybe I should ask Lei Gong, but hes another old grouch who likes to stay hidden. I suppose Ill just have to wait until Argat is better to work on anti-Concealment methods, which means theres nothing for me to do except make more Purifying Water and figure out how to use External Water Chi. I mean, its awesome that I can Externalize it, but the process is slow, Chi intensive, and of no real value whatsoever, so even though Ive taken a critical step along the Martial Path, my strength hasnt improved by a single iota, which was the whole point of this endeavour.
Argat thinks Ill surpass him in two years, but even if hes right, I dont think the Empire has that much time...
Comments
Thenais
"Inside my Natal Palace, the Star sparkles with blinding light as the Hammer strikes with a bone-shaking clang, while out in the real world, Tranquility smashes into the Demon’s face" I absolutely love this part. Great style ! Makes me thinks of pacific rim, when the mecha pack some heavy punchs, you see all the internal gears coming into action :D
I think the mole demons are her actual defiled children turned demons.
Arnon Parenti
If this happens then Gam and Wu Gam will be Rain's children
Arnon Parenti
Make bigger keystones Rain, big hammer equal big umph
ThePolarParadox
Pretty sure he was never in the red to begin with.
I couldn't do it. Had trouble sleeping after what I did to my boy.
I won’t lie, this way leads to more BA Rain, but I was a bigger fan of the no-wipe.
“Distilled Spirits” anyone?
Meschmee
Rain needs to make his external water chi into purifying water.
i can imagine people laugh at Rain because getting assault while pooping and left out his achievement on the water bending..poor rain
Tyrell Facey
Taduk is going to flip when he finds out about the Water. Hey if somehow they can find a way to sell it safely Rain'll be back in black for a few days.
Redbeard
I think the water blade was already used up when he kinda threw it at the wraith. Though it would be interesting to see what would happen if he though of making the water-chi into something like heavenly water, would it cause him to be able to deal with demons without having to worry about the usual backsplash of demon ichor and cause massive wounds that can't heal? That and I wonder what would happen if he were to throw the faux-heavenly-water onto a demon since he didn't get the opportunity.
Malcolm Tent
Is it weird and off topic that I want Mama Gam in the harem? I was dissapointed rains water blade attempt didnt do much to the demon, though I guess it made it really mad. Maybe it hurt it.
Emmanuel Martinez
'Purifying water' should be called Holy juice instead. I bet Dastan and Boshui would Love to have those *wink*
JpewwNpg
lol blaming poor luo-luo
