Chapter 327: The First Kindle (II)

Chapter 327: The First Kindle (II)

Chapter 327

The First Kindle (II)

He was old, he realized while looking at the collective might of the young as they fought. It was their monthly sparring exercises, and Bedun would frequent them whenever he could since they were inspiring. Watching the youth overcome the walls and propel themselves further was majestic.

Still, watching them ached his bones--he could never propel himself into an attack just to prove a point, or bend his body unnecessarily just to dodge a strike as though he were dancing. More and more, he further realized, they were straying. Every new generation seemed to believe just a bit more that being fanciful during a fight is the peak of strength.

It wasnt just one or two doing it either, it was almost all of them. And the few that didnt were being mocked, despite having won every single spar. There was something tragically and troublingly beautiful in the way they perceived fighting. It was a sport, Bedun realized, like corrikot. In corrikot, it wasnt about the results, but entertaining the audiences. They were doing the same, it seemed.

Bedun, after all, wasnt alone in the spectating seats; there were tens of thousands of people, most of whom werent just casual spectators like him. They were there scouting for the future inheritors of their Mantras.

What are you thinking, old Dun? a familiar, raspy, and old voice interrupted his thoughts, causing him to look to the side where the source of his shaking seat was--Gurn. He was a man, and two men, and three men, and likely ten, if Bedun was honest. He was as round as a star, red-cheeked, and never without several gourds of wine or beer or ale or anything like it. Same crap like last one? he added, taking a huge swig from the gourd.

Who knows? There are a few promising seeds, Bedun replied to his old friend. Unlike Bedun, who was well-reserved in most aspects and was treated as a sideways attraction largely because of the made-up stories by the kids that he was an old ghost haunting the cosmos, the reason why most people crossed the street when meeting Gurn was that... he had no filter to speak of.Yôur favorite stories at novelhall.comising? Hah, the man scoffed. What? You mean those two chopsticks who won a few in the row? Id win em too, on my back, asleep, with a fart if I had to fight those kids. What are they even doing? It aint even a dance no more. Theyre just flailing their soft limbs about like they want to become Tutuhks.

Youre angry this swell morning. What happened?

Bah, I ran into one of em Empori-cunts. Wants me to teach his kid? Bah. Fat chance. Fatter than me.

Nothing is fatter than you.

Damn right! he gulped down a few extra swigs.

Why not teach the kid? Bedun asked. Maybe you can weasel your way back into the council and gain access to the Vineyard once again.

... you and your temptations, devil, Gurn grumbled. What about you? Last I heard, you were still a punching bag for em weak and stupid kids. Dont you ever get tired?

Better that they take it out on me than each other.

Look at how they take it out on each other, Gurn pointed at the showcase in the star-glazed arena mockingly. Bah. I treated my wife worse on our wedding night. At least she got fuckin red.

Maybe thats why she left you.

She didnt leave me, Gurn said. Shes just... reevaluating her life.

Shes with Yara, isnt she?

Yeah. Bah, the both of em will be the death of me.

Yaras a good kid, Bedun scoffed. You should be lucky she slapped your silly self around early on.

The only good of it is that all men avoid her like a plague, Gurn grinned evilly. And that she seems more interested in yapping about ancient curses and whatever instead of lookin to scratch that itch.

Is she getting any closer?

How could she? Gurn sighed. Its a dead path, Dun. I nearly killed myself trying to peel back the layers, and certainly did half-kill my marriage with it. Too bad the damn kid got taken in by my stories and wont hear me no more.

...

Someone who was beaten and broken and entirely unwanted.

...

Someone Annas taken interest in.

Haah, its that fuckin Thief, aint it? Gurn grumbled.

Theres a Thief? Bedun asked, glancing curiously at the two.

Theres always a Thief, Gurn shrugged. But one hasnt made any waves... well, the last time it happened, Shol and I were happily denting beds.

It has been quite some time, Danny took a jab.

Cap it.

Will the fruit accept him? Bedun asked.

... I cant be certain, Danny replied honestly. But it should. You told me that the Fruits selection is... queer.

It is, Bedun nodded. But there is one constant.

The person cant be hated by others, yes, yes, we know, both Gurn and Danny said.

He doesnt seem like it, Danny said. Itd be a push to call him a natural leader, but he does have the charisma of someone who is hard to like but easy to love.

... hey, thats just like you! Gurn took a jab at Bedun who merely sighed and cracked a faint smile.

I suppose... we wont have the luxury of watching the youngs go at it for much longer, Bedun said. Gurn, go see Shol and have her contact the Warmaidens. Danny, find Anna and tell her to stop her shenanigans. Shes been too open about it. Even I have heard rumors. Ill talk to some our old friends. Well hold a meeting in the old Pocket in six months. Dont make any noise. It is time to go completely silent.

... were really doin it, huh? Gurn mumbled, drinking the whole gourd of ale in one go. Shit, my guts beginning to feel things. My gut hasnt felt a thing in so long, man.

Maybe go to the bathroom and take care of it?

Damn you, little midget!! Why dont I take care of you instead?!

Go, now, Bedun said. We cant rely on a young man to abstain himself from eating a fruit. We cant be blindsided when he does.

Ill make preparations for the alarms, Danny said. With Annas help, we can probably disallow them from figuring out the general world. They will still be alerted, however.

That cant be helped, Bedun shrugged. Try to expand their scope as much as possible, even to the Divine Halls. It ought to buy us more time.

Will do.

Good luck, old friends.

See you soon, old Dun. Hah, still a poet.

Poets are starved, sunken lot. Youre the fat, jolly, loud bard if anything.

Kah, when this is over, Ill snap you in half!