Chapter 547

Chapter 547

I, Falling Rain, am a complete and utter mess.

Its no big secret. Ive been one all my life, but most people probably figured I would eventually get my shit together and graduate from ineptitude as most youths do. Unfortunately, what they dont know is Im not as young as I look. Physically, I barely look my age, but mentally? I must be at least forty now, or if not close to it, and you cant teach an old dog new tricks. Im a middle-aged idiot whos set in my ways, and if I havent learned a basic life lesson by now, theres a good chance Ill never figure it out. While a lack of wisdom is expected from the inexperienced youths of today, it is a cardinal sin amongst older, seasoned hands, which makes me the greatest sinner of them all.

Mila, my beautiful and confident betrothed gave me one job, show up on the date of our wedding, and even then I still wouldve fucked it up. Yea, the wording threw me off a bit, and my trip from the frozen North to balmy Central gave me the wrong impression that the Spring Equinox was the middle of spring, but thats no excuse considering Mila told me the exact date. She loves me so much, not only is she willing to accept me even as I am, shes even willing to share me with four other women, while I cant be bothered to remember the date of our wedding. Good job buddy. She set the bar so low, yet even then you managed to defy the odds and limbo right underneath it. Well done. Way to show her how much you care.

You dont deserve Mila, or anyone else for that matter, not even the rabbit sleeping in your arms or the wildcat curled up around your feet. Almost everyone youve met and cared about wouldve been better off without you, because youre a worthless, heartless, faithless asshole whos too wrapped up in his own thoughts to pay attention to the people who love him.

You shouldve never crawled out of that corpse pile all those years ago. Thats where you belong. Abandoned and forgotten, with nothing of worth lost.

...

There are times when my inner self-loathing takes things too far, but tonight is not one of those nights. Although Mila is easily placated with an earnest apology and a series of kisses, I am not ready to let myself off the hook. I almost made her cry because I forgot our wedding date, which just goes to show how much I care. No amount of apologies will ever take away her pain from that moment, pain I caused with my careless indifference to what should be an important milestone in my life. Its my wedding, for fucks sake. Why am I not excited about it? Why hasnt it been more than a footnote in my mind? Ive been treating it as a social obligation, an event to grace with my presence when it should instead be a defining moment in my life, and that is utterly unforgivable.

And to make matters worse? Im not upset our wedding was delayed. Im relieved, and not because she snapped her steel restraints like they were made of wax. Im relieved because I dont deserve Mila, and I never will, so as long as were not married, shell always have the chance to walk away from her mistake.

Standing outside the manor gates, I stare off into the distance where I last saw my sweet, fiery betrothed heading home with her loving family. The minutes tick by as I imagine what life would be like if I had the nerve to just walk away and disappear into the night. I could head west and blend in with the soldiers streaming towards the front lines, join up with a loose band of soldiers and find myself a proper end at the hands of the Defiled. Mila would hate me for leaving like that, and so would everyone else, but theyd all be better off for it in the end. She wont have problems finding a new husband, someone wholl treat her right and remember things like wedding dates and various equinoxes, while Yan would probably do the same, but not before leaving a trail of broken hearts and spurned lovers throughout all of Central. Itd be tricky to get away from Song on account of her Oaths, but its not like shell instantly drop dead once she realizes Im not within five kilometres of her. Itll be a tough few days for her as she and the Death Corps scramble to find me, but shell probably clap for joy once shes finally free of my influence, and shed be right to. Its only a matter of time before I succumb to my inner desires and do something monstrous, so the further she is from me, the safer shell be. Luo-Luo will probably kick up a fuss, but even though Im willing to abandon her alongside the rest of my life, my family wont do the same. Theyve already accepted her as one of the People and theyll treat her as such, with Alsantset taking her in as a little sister or maybe a second wife for Charok, so I wont have to worry about Luo-Luo. Shes nothing if not adaptable.

Then theres Lin-Lin, who might be the hardest person to walk away from, and also the person who needs to get away from me the most. I can barely remember a time when she hasnt been in my life, and that is both a comfort and a curse. She was ten years old when I first met her, and while shes since blossomed into a bright and cheery young woman, I cant help but sometimes lie awake at night and wonder just how much my influence has shaped her. Sure, theres nothing weird about two kids growing up to become childhood sweethearts, but I was never a kid. I was a grown-ass man hiding in a kids body, and if anyone knew the truth, they would take Lin-Lin as far away from me as possible, if not just outright cut my throat and be done with it. I wouldnt put up a fight either, because its creepy as fuck when you think about it. I was an adult grooming a sweet child into his ideal partner, even if I never consciously meant to.

In short, if everyone knew who I really was, they would abandon me in a heartbeat. If that doesnt mean I dont deserve their love, then I dont know what does.

Depression sucks, but it sucks even more when you have an actual legitimate reason to be depressed. Its a cruel and twisted joke of fate. The more happiness I have, the more I have to lose, the mere thought of which is enough to keep me awake for days without end. And Monk Happy wonders how I live without faith. If he were in my shoes, hed be the same. What merciful god would condone such a cruel and sadistic existence? Fuck you, Mother Above. Youre a cold, heartless bitch.

...But if you are real, please forgive me for my insolence and fix everything real quick. K thanks, love you, bye.

Tired of waiting around, Mama Bun rears up on her hind legs and paws at my thigh, making soft grunting snuffles all the while. On the other side, Aurie sits sloppily with one leg splayed out and his torso wrapped around my leg, all so he can arch his head back and study my upside-down expression with curious concern. Mouth opening to smile as he catches my attention, he rests his head against my hip and blinks ever so slowly, a sign of trust and affection amongst predatory cats, or so Ive heard. Unable to eke out a smile for my sweet kitten, I close my eyes and pet his head to show I love and trust him too. Taking a long pause to clear my thoughts, I let the weight of my worries settle onto my shoulders and mentally adjust myself to bear them, then open my eyes and pick up Mama Bun before her digging claws tear a hole through my pants.

Thats how it is now. You take that dread and misery and push it all down, then go about your day as if everything is okay.

Coddling my sweet bunny close like a giant baby, I almost smile as she leans back in my embrace with a monstrous yawn, as happy and content as any living creature can be. The other rabbits dont like lying on their backs, and Ive never seen Mama Bun do it on her own, but I accidentally discovered she loves being carried like this during a long ride somewhere. One moment she was sleeping normally, with her paws pressed against my chest and chin resting on my shoulder, then the next she flopped over and decided itd be more comfortable like this. Now she barely lets an hour go by without demanding to be cradled and Im always happy to oblige no matter how tired my arms may be.

Sometimes, I envy how simple animals have it. All Mama Bun wants is food in her belly and warm cuddles from her human. Thats it. She has no demands beyond that, no requirements which need fulfilling, just food, love, and nothing else. She doesnt lie awake at night thinking about her past mistakes, or wonder what her life wouldve been like if shed made different decisions along the way. She doesnt worry about being hunted by predators or finding food for tomorrow, she doesnt question why nature can be so cruel or if theres a higher power watching over her from above. When times are good, she revels in life, and when theyre bad, she grumbles and endures, and thats all there is to it.

Is this One with the Self? One with the World? Maybe thats why animals use Chi so easily, because they are so in tune with their inner nature, though Im still unsure where faith fits into all this when animals are concerned. Following ones inner desires has its drawbacks of course, the most obvious of which is sometimes, said nature stalls progress. With Kukku, it keeps him from flying because he instinctively believes he cant fly, and while Mama Bun is supposedly older than most trees, shes just as sweet and innocent as her little bunny babies. Dont get me wrong, shes a smart bunny, smarter than most animals in fact, having learned dozens of tricks and commands like come, sit, wave, and stay. She can recognize people and places shes familiar with, knows where she can and cant dig, and even knows who to approach for treats and who to leave alone, but thats about it. Ive tried teaching her to count like I taught Pong Pong, but that didnt work out. She cant figure out the magic cup game either, which is weird because she can sniff out a Spiritual Plant from kilometres away, so theres no way she cant sniff out which cup her treats are under. Still, no matter how many times I try it, she just knocks over the cups one by one until she finds her prize, and is unwilling to play the right way.

Jimjam and Sarankho picked up the game almost instantly, while Aurie took a little longer to catch on, so I dont think its a matter of intelligence, but rather innate instinct. Mama Bun is a herbivore, so she doesnt understand the concept of food moving around, but the wildcats do. By all reports, this is exactly how I behaved in Sinuji while fighting against Wraiths and Demons, like a natural predator in front of his prey, so the question becomes: where do my instincts and limitations lie?

Given my predatory personas fixed interest in Demonic Ichor, dying Wraiths, the Runes on Songs armour, Ping Ping, and Kukku the rooster, it's not a stretch to assume my powerful but primitive persona is interested in finding a source of Heavenly Energy. I wanted to Devour, but I couldnt, not straight from the air like I used to, so I was trying to get Heavenly Energy by any other means. The Runes were a bust, and Monk Happy wouldnt let me torture Wraiths to turn into Demons, so I went after Kukku. Im not sure if I wanted his physical flesh, his Spiritual Heart, or something else altogether, but I thank the Heavens I left Ping Ping untouched and sought what I needed elsewhere.

At least now I know I inherently value floof over sex, or at least sex with Luo-Luo, which is good, because I would never be able to live it down if I ravaged her on an open field while soldiers were fighting and dying a stones throw away.This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

Meaning... the Core is made of my soul? Or everything inside is organic soul? When I slip into someones Natal Palace, am I literally putting my soul into theirs?

...

Ew... Gross. I dont mind mixing souls with Bei, but what about Dagen, Vivek Daatei, Yo Ling, Pong Pong, and Mahakala? Too many dudes have touched my soul. I dont like that. Is that weird? Or homophobic? I dont have anything against gay people, love is love, and love is beautiful, but that doesnt mean I want some dudes putting their junk all over my eternal soul...

Stop thinking strange thoughts, Mom reprimands, and I dont even need to wonder how she knows. And do not for a moment think about trying to shatter your Core entirely. They share a single word in common, but you might as well try shattering your bones in search of Divinity. Throughout human history, countless souls have tried to Shatter the Void, and none have survived to speak of failure or success. Perhaps some have succeeded and transcended mortality by taking a new form, but we cannot say for sure, because none have sent word back as the Mother and Father did. Leaning away and turning my head, she forces me to look her in the eye and says, Also, Ill write my name in reverse if you havent heard the term somewhere else before. Where?

Those notes Ive been perusing. I mightve once hesitated before mentioning them, but after what happened in Sinuji, I came clean to Dad, which is no different from telling Mom. The author referenced a certain passage when we last met, and it mentions the term. Despite what theyve said about how well protected the manor is, Im still leery about mentioning Zhen Shi out loud, and not just because the Legates caution spooked me. Monk Happy reassured me that there were no Spectres lingering about, but I never let facts get in my way before, and Ill be damned if I start now. Ha. Whatd I say? Old people like to get set in their ways. Then again, maybe its just me. Who knows.

You should not put too much stock into those notes, Mom says, having already made her displeasure known. Do not forget how far back Elder Mings diary set you, a misstep which you are still dealing with today. Knowledge is dangerous, my sweet child, and you have never been one to tread carefully.

True, but I think I figured out why Elder Mings notes were more harm than help. Shrugging imperceptibly so as not to ruin the comfy group cuddle, I explain, His notes went into great length about what he did, but never into why, or at least thats what I thought. After todays chat regarding faith, I suspect Elder Ming wrote his poetry in the same journal he kept his private notes because they were an extension of his Dao. The poems were... flowery and indecipherable, but not to him. Those poems embodied his Dao, his thoughts, his emotions, and even his faith, much in the same way Luo-Luos music embodies her emotions.

Finally, the boy understands. Chuckling in good humour, Dad kisses my forehead and says, Now imagine if I had told you as much, three years ago. Would you have understood it then as you do today?

...Probably not. I wouldve spent every waking moment trying to interpret his poems, but even if I understood them perfectly, it wouldnt have helped. Those poems were his Dao, and I need to find my own.

Then you have grown wiser with age. Chuckling as he squeezes me tight, he adds, And I have not been a complete failure as a Mentor, only mostly.

You are no failure. The words come out harsher than intended, and Dad flinches away in surprise, but I cant help it. Self-pity is my territory, and I wont let anyone I love sink into it as well. I spent months working towards Insight and Enlightenment, but you guided me to it in half a day. You taught me not to lose myself within the Forms, but to find my path within them. Without you helping me with that first step, I would not have risen to the heights I have, so dont think for a second youve ever failed me, because I will be the first to argue otherwise. To ease the tension, I smile and add, Youve probably done some other stuff too, but who can be bothered to keep track?

Holding one hand up in surrender, Dad settles back into the group cuddle with a sigh, basking in the warmth and comfort Im sure we all share. Very well, he says, after a moments pause. Do you have any more questions to ask?

So many questions, but Ive pondered the Martial Dao enough for today.

Then we will keep you no longer.

Hang on. Shimming in to get a little more comfortable, I continue, I still have questions, just not about the Martial Dao. You know how I was supposed to marry Mila on Spring Equinox? Well I forgot the exact date and didnt realize equinox is the first of spring, and therefore coincides with the banquet.

Mom barks with laughter, and while she quickly covers her mouth in contrition, her eyes still sparkle in amusement. A grave blunder, she says, her voice shaky and strained as she resists the urge to laugh. Similar to the one your father made before our wedding. Luckily, Mila loves you and will forgive you, but do not take forgiveness for granted. How do you intend to make it up to her?

Despite the lack of blood ties between us, I most certainly am my fathers son. I was thinking Id cook breakfast for her...

Time flies by as I talked with my parents, sharing with them my mundane woes and worries regarding love, marriage, pet care, and more. Nothing life-threatening or world-shaking, just normal, everyday matters I needed help with. It felt like only minutes had passed before Dad changed the candles, and then he did it twice more before Mom stopped the conversation short to tell me Yan had just slipped over the manors back wall. Though reluctant to end things here, Mom and Dad need their sleep, so I make a note to invite Yan to a family cuddle conversation sometime in the future, if only because shes probably never had one herself.

Maybe I didnt solve any problems regarding my Martial Dao, but as I head back to my room, I feel like the weight on my shoulders has gotten a lot lighter, to the point where I can almost forget its there.

And not just because Mom and Dad kept Mama Bun after I left. Some burdens are just best shared, emotional or otherwise.

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