Chapter 624

Chapter 624

The Truth merely exists as is, there for each of us to see and interpret in our own unique ways.

Even now, days after hearing it, Min Gyu found these words of wisdom utterly enthralling. It was one thing to say each must walk their own Path, but for years, he struggled to explain why this must be until hearing how young Rain framed the reasoning so perfectly. It was not so much that the Dao changed from person to person, but that every individual experienced the Dao differently due to differing perspectives. Take for example the Classics of Poetry, which many Martial Warriors used to explore the Dao, seeking meaning in the works contained within. To the layman, the poems were meaningless nonsense, but to a properly educated scholar, they were a glimpse into another time.

Take the first poem, Clear Temple:

Solemn is the Clear Temple,

Reverent are its illustrious adherents.

Dignified are the gathered officers,

Adhering to the virtues of Nobility.

Praising our Mother in Heaven,

They Hurry swiftly into the temple.

Greatly illustrious, greatly dignified,

She safeguards Her children forevermore.

The first time Min Gyu read this poem, he was a pampered boy of twelve, memorizing the Classics of Poetry to recite in a childrens competition which for reasons still unknown to him were all the rage. Back then, the poem meant nothing to him, and he dismissed it as the flowery ramblings of a man long dead who had nothing better to do than wax poetic about religious services. Now, almost a full century later, Min Gyu was no longer that same fresh-faced innocent boy, a child who dreamed of winning the poetry contest so that his father might smile and pat his head. That boy grew up into a romantic fool who ran away from home to hide from the shame and pain of heartbreak and duplicity. The romantic fool became a wandering vagabond who relied on his saber to make a living, traveling from city to city as caravan guard, Oath-Bound courier, and sometimes even hired thug just to earn his keep. That wandering vagabond then coincidentally saved the life of a young noble, whose family rewarded him by sponsoring him as a Third-Grade Warrant Officer, then sending him away to war over a misunderstanding with the familys youngest daughter.

And there in the heat of battle, the reluctant soldier grew into a true Martial Warrior, leading comrades and subordinates into battle after battle as he grew into a hero of renown. For years, he strode across the battlefield as the Sanguine Tempest, a man who snatched victory from the jaws of defeat at the Hoplesh Rebellion thirty years after his debut battle, for which he was promoted to an Exarch of the Empire, a Peak Expert free of obligation and duty whose heroics were an inspiration to all. These were the best of times until his trials and tribulations brought him low, leaving him as an aged cripple in so much pain and misery he had to keep his mind dulled with Dream Smoke just to endure it.

It was this man, this feeble, drug-addled cripple who picked up the Classics of Poetry once again, more out of anger than anything else. The book was a gift from Colonel General Shuai Jiao, one presented to Min Gyu to congratulate him on his promotion to Lieutenant General. Back then, he thought the Colonel General meant to mock him, for anyone with eyes knew Ming Gyus promotion was a gilded exterior hiding a ruined interior. Such was life. Despite all his heroic contributions, the plain truth of the matter was that Min Gyu was no longer worthy of calling himself an Exarch of the Empire, a title reserved for only the most inspiring heroes of all who steadfastly refused to enter Military Service.

Caught in a storm of bitter rage and indulgent self-pity, Min Gyu almost threw Shuai Jiaos gift into the fire, but then he noticed something, an obvious detail he should have seen right away. The book was a plain and modest affair, bound in goat leather with the title inked onto the cover in tidy, unembellished script. It was not the brushwork of a professional calligrapher, but that of a man who wrote to be understood, and it was then Min Gyu realized where hed seen that handwriting before. His hands shaking from surprise, he opened the book and found a personal message for him on the first page from Shuai Jiao, encouraging him not to give up hope and proving that this copy of the Classics had been scribed by the Colonel General himself.

It was this touching gesture which convinced Min Gyu to read through the classics once more, and though Shuai Jiaos efforts failed to keep him from devolving into a drug-addled mess of a man, it was also his inspiration to continue along the Martial Path. When he read over the first poem, Clear Temple, he could still remember most of it from memory, but the words spoke to him in a way he never experienced before. This was because he was an entirely different person from the one who read it first, having experienced a lifetime of weal and woe in the time since. No longer were these stanzas the ramblings of a scholar with nothing better to do, but the lament of a man facing mortality and laughing at how he rushed headlong into death while ignoring that which truly mattered. Reverence, dignity, and nobility were naught but empty words upon the wind, and the author realized this when faced with impending death.

Such was Min Gyus interpretation of the poem, and while he didnt entirely agree with it, the message was haunting and poignant. What he failed to learn from this was summed up perfectly by young Rains rebuttal to the Bristleboar Divinity, that the Truth merely exists as is, there for each of us to see and interpret in our own unique ways. In this instance, Truth meant the Dao, for the Dao is present in all things, but each person perceives it differently. It was like the parable with the blind men trying to determine what sort of creature an elephant was through touch alone, with all three arriving at different conclusions. The first touched an ear and proclaimed the creature a bird. The second touched the nose and proclaimed the creature a snake. The third touched a tusk and proclaimed the creature a boar. Working on incomplete information, they all came to different, erroneous conclusions, when anyone who could see the entire beast could tell it was an elephant. Martial Warriors were like the three blind men, only able to understand a small part of the whole, so while the Truth remained immutable, it was inevitable for Martial Warriors to arrive at erroneous conclusions due to limited perspective.

However, what he failed to account for was the simple fact that perspectives changed. While Min Gyu did not dare say he knew enough to understand the Dao in its entirety, he knew more today than he knew yesterday or a hundred years ago. If this was the case, then why was he so reluctant to review what he knew of the Dao? Because hed seen countless promising talents destroy themselves with doubts and apprehensions, but if Du Min Gyus Dao was so weak as to crumble apart from introspection, then it was not a Dao worth pursuing. This was his conclusion after a mere five days of discussion with young Rain, and it was a radical about face from what he would have argued before. Min Gyu had no Mentor to guide him along the Martial Path, his lessons learned in the heat of battle or through Insights bestowed by the Heavens. Because of this, he firmly believed that others could do the same, but Rains arguments destroyed his logic saying, Talent exists for a reason, one I cannot explain. The purpose of this discussion is to devise a means to better teach the untalented.

Which in a sense, was also Min Gyus aspiration. He believed every Martial Warrior alive had within them the potential for greatness, and he dreamed of being the one to uncover it. As Great Teacher Du, he had no lesson plans to follow or resources to refer to, and he guided his students along with the greatest care so as not to unduly influence their choices and lead them down a dead-end path. Slowly but surely he learned how to teach without imposing his viewpoints onto his students, and how to lecture without coloring their perceptions. In his learned opinion, a teachers job is to open their students eyes to the myriad of possibilities within the Martial Path, while a Mentors job was to safeguard their Disciple from reaching the same erroneous conclusions so many others had made before. Training a Martial Warrior was a game of half-truths and subtle hints which Min Gyu played well, but young Rains method of brute force questioning also had its merits.

Unfortunately, when Min Gyu tried to bring up poetry with young Rain, all he received for his efforts was a blank stare and a polite suggestion that he would be better served speaking to Li Song or Zheng Luo instead. Thus he had no choice but to follow the boys lead and take part in his aimless debates. It wasnt easy, as this sort of open discussion wasnt for everyone, and even Min Gyu himself might have been ruined if they tried this only a few years earlier. After losing Jin Kai, regaining full function in his crippled leg, adopting little Yan, and accepting Kyung as a part of his family, Min Gyu was a changed man yet again, and he had a whole new perspective on life that helped him come to grips with young Rains progressive arguments.

Today, Min Gyu had longer than usual to debate with young Rain on the Dao, as they journeyed together in the boys carriage while the army marched towards the front lines. Being the highest ranking officer present, young Rain offered him command of the army, but Min Gyu declined as hed long since come to terms with his lacking abilities. Akanai was more than capable enough to command the reinforcements, and this freed Min Gyu to protect Yan and Kyung once they were all reunited on the battlefield, though from what he could tell, his grandchildren were doing well enough without him. Kyung was coming into his own as a force to be reckoned with, a Peak Expert who could match Chieftains and Demons alike, while Yan was proving herself as a contender for the title of Number One Young Talent in the Empire. The matter was still up for debate, but Min Gyu believed the title currently belonged to young Sumila of the Bekhai, though others would disagree solely because of her gender, background, and half-beast heritage. It didnt matter though, for it was difficult to argue against the girls overwhelming strength and talent, but Yan was not so far behind her sister-wife as to be out of the running. Though lacking a Natal Palace, Min Gyus granddaughter was head and shoulders above her rivals when it came to comprehension of a Domain, so her progress would accelerate quickly once she surmounted the obstacles directly in her path.

Fortuitously, the topic of todays discussion also had to do with Natal Palaces and their significance in the Martial Dao, and as always, young Rain was a font of interesting information and thought-provoking questions. There he sat across from Min Gyu, his right hand atop the Divine Turtles shell to keep her from falling out the carriage as she rode with her body half-out the window, and his left arm wrapped snugly around the slumbering Mei Lin nestled happily in his embrace. With Mama Bun snoring fitfully in his lap, young Rain wore a tired smile on his face, watching his sweet wifey sleep and nuzzling the little cloud chaser hare resting atop her head while overturning Min Gyus understanding the Martial Dao itself with but a few simple words.

How infuriating.

Going by your law of conservation of mass, Min Gyu began, a law he still didnt entirely understand because Rain himself didnt understand it, And our observations of how we gather Heavenly Energy to convert into Chi, I agree with your speculation that the Core exists outside the closed system that is our universe. However, the rest

Trailing off at the end because he couldnt put together a coherent denial, Min Gyu shrugged and threw his hands into the air. While doing so, his elbow bumped his armrest and a small, squeaky growl emitted from within, the red panda none too pleased about having his slumber disturbed. No doubt it was baring fangs and flexing claws from within the comfortable confines of the hollow armrest, one built to house Mama Buns considerable bulk which gave the red panda plenty of room to stretch and sleep in private. Putting the mystery of Guan Suos supposed reincarnation aside, Min Gyu waited with bated breath as young Rain struggled to come up with a better way to frame his statement, one which had far-reaching implications if true.

Look, Rain began, speaking softly so not to disturb his wifey, hare, or rabbit. Im not a hundred percent sure about it, but it makes sense. The Core is situated in the Void. The Natal Palace is situated in the Core. When we utilize our Domains, the Natal Palace, and by extension, the Core, emerges from the Void and materializes in the world. Do you agree with these statements thus far?

Never one to rush to conclusions, Min Gyu thought the statements through before shaking his head. Rather than materialize, which implies a physical presence, it is better to say it manifests instead. Even then, the Natal Palace is only visible to the Martial Warrior in question, so the externalization of the Natal Palace is a matter of some debate. Its been argued that this manifestation is merely a representation of a Martial Warriors desire for familiarity, to fight with a home-ground advantage, so to speak, and that aside from the personal effect it might have on a Warriors morale, there is no benefit to this manifestation.

I agree with the word choice, but not on the lack of benefits. Rain said, answering so quickly Min Gyu felt like his explanation had been disregarded, but this was merely how the boy was, quick on the draw and stubborn as a mule. I believe there is a purpose in the manifestation of the Natal Palace, but as to what that purpose might be, I only have suspicions. Thats a discussion for another time though, since it has more to do with Domains and todays topic is Natal Palaces. As long as you agree that manifestation occurs, then we can move on for now.

Though Min Gyu did agree, he did not agree with the boys approach to the Dao. Hed felt uneasy about it for some days now, but here and now, he finally identified what it was about the boys methods which bothered him so. You do this quite often, he said, careful to keep his tone neutral to avoid implying fault or criticism. You break each problem down into verifiable facts without a care for nuance or exceptions. Then, you put those facts together to come up with a working theory, which you test by checking if your theory still holds true in the grand scheme of things. If so, then you proceed forward on the presumption that your theory is correct, only to arrive at yet another unproven theory, and another, and another, all of which is built upon your initial theory. Seeing the boy nod along as if nothing were out of the ordinary, Min Gyu furrowed his brow and asked, What if, Heavens forbid, one day, your initial theory is proven incorrect?

Because regardless if young Rain cared to admit it or not, the entire Martial Dao was built upon faith, and his faith simply came in the form of faith in his deductive reasoning. If he were ever to be proven wrong, then it was entirely possible his faith would come crumbling apart, for this was the Dao they were discussing, the foundation of a Martial Warriors strength, and few would care to base their foundation on something as flimsy as a theory.

Relax, the boy said, gesturing at the cup of tea he personally poured her, while Min Gyu left his own cup untouched. Let her wonder if the tea was poisoned and leave her even more unsettled. I didnt call you here because Im angry at the lack of progress. I asked you here to see if I could help.

Insults, the Tyrant could stomach, but this was a blow to her professional pride, and like any true master, she would not stand for this. You? Sneering at young Rain as she drew herself up to full height, Yuhuan scoffed in unmasked derision. Stick to your games of finance and politics, and leave Runic Crafting to the professionals. Your Teacher, the Medical Saint, might be of use, or perhaps a Craftsman from the Imperial Clan, but you? What help can you offer me?

Not much, Rain replied, unfazed by her obvious disdain. That was one good thing about the boy, he kept his ego in check most of the time, though the few times it shone through showed it to be a sizable one. Teacher is obsessed with a new pursuit these days, and I have no access to Imperial Clan Craftsmen, else Id have them working on this project as well. However, I recently learned about the value of differing perspectives, and I figured you might benefit from the same lesson. Sipping from his own cup, which was poured from the same pot, Rain smiled and asked, So why arent my Runic Cannons working yet?

Bristling at the direct interrogation, Yuhuan shot young Rain a venomous look. Runes are not so easily crafted, especially not one such as this.

Yea, precision and efficiency and all that. Why?

Why?

Why the need for precision and efficiency? I just want something to create an explosion powerful enough to send a solid steel ball hurtling through the air several kilometers, or at least one to start.

Young Rain had previously explained the concept behind his cannons, but Min Gyu didnt entirely understand it. It was certainly possible for a directed explosion to launch a projectile great distances if it was powerful enough, but if such a Rune were to be created, would it not be more efficient to use the Rune directly in combat? Heaving a familiar sigh, one Min Gyu often used when dealing with Rains insistence, Yuhuan grudgingly explained, The issue is not creating a Rune of such power, but doing so without requiring more Chi than the average Peak Expert can provide, or allowing the Rune to go beyond what the cannon itself can handle. I could have it done today if you didnt care for limits, but it would require so much Chi, I doubt anyone short of a Divinity could provide it, and he or she might kill themselves in the process.

Ah. Gotcha. I forgot to account for the different propellant. Pausing all of a second to think, young Rain asked, Is it possible to draw Chi from multiple subjects? We could drain five Martial Warriors dry per shot and I still think itd be worth it.

Theoretically? Yes, but Ive no time or patience to explain why such a feat borders on the impossible. Crossing her arms with a scowl, Yuhuan glared at the boy as if daring him to command her to answer, though it was clear she herself wasnt sure what would happen if he did. Though old enough to be a grandmother, Yuhuan behaved like the young woman she appeared to be, an impatient, petulant sort who was used to being treated better than royalty. Between her talent, beauty, and frightening reputation, Yuhuan had likely never encountered someone who treated her as brusquely as young Rain did, and Min Gyu would be lying if he said he wasnt enjoying it.

At least he wasnt the only one in danger of dying of frustration

Chi is bound to the individual and inviolable until it returns to Heavenly Energy, Min Gyu explained, before young Rain could antagonize the Runic Craftsman any further. So to gather Chi from multiple individuals to power a single Rune would be troublesome.

Right, right, mixing souls and all that. What the boy meant by this, even Min Gyu didnt know, as there was little mention of souls in his Inspired notes, but sadly, young Rain was focused on the task at hand and had no intentions of explaining. And I take it making a Rune that draws Heavenly Energy directly is not possible?

Were I capable of making such a Rune, then I would wield the power of a Divinity, Yuhuan replied, and judging by her glare, Min Gyu suspected she would immediately use said power to smite the boy.

Oh, that makes sense. Cocking his head to one side, Rain sipped his tea and nibbled on a cookie in silence. Finally giving in to temptation, Yuhuan drained her cup in a single gulp before reluctantly pouring herself another cup, no doubt surprised by the lacking quality of the tea. Better leaves were wasted on young Rain, or so he claimed, and he preferred simple flavors without too much pretension. The cookies were a delight though, baked by young Charok, and Min Gyu enjoyed them while he still could. After polishing off several cookies in silence, the boys eyes lit up. What about using a combination of Reverberation and Amplification? Start off with a smaller amount of force and build it up using the above skills. It would take some real precise timing, but since youre making a Rune, it should be easy enough to automate since the timing wont change so long as you keep all the variables the same.

For once, Yuhuan had no haughty retort, and instead simply asked, What?

Min Gyu himself didnt understand either, and it took several tries before the boy finally explained it in a way they both understood, likening it to a person on a swing. Only a minute amount of power was applied at certain times, that being the movement of the feet, yet after several repetitions, the swing would soar high into the air under its own momentum. Pursing her lips, the Tyrant muttered to herself out loud, working through the problem step by step. So long as I can contain the momentum and harness it in an instantaneous explosion, then theoretically Holding up a single hand, she slowly waved it from side to side in a curved, sinuous motion, driving her Chi to test young Rains theory and see if it would work as he described. Deploying his Domain to probe the Tyrants, Min Gyu felt the power gathering in her empty hand, slowly at first, but as each pass almost doubled the accumulated energy, her efforts soon accelerated beyond her control, causing her hand to wave back and forth so quickly it was barely more than a blur.

Then, with a crack of thunder, the Tyrants hand exceeded the speed of sound in a deafening retort, and the yurt came alive with Peak Experts.

HOLD! Rain shouted, in the too loud and off-key manner of someone who couldnt hear. Hold! The audible command shot through Min Gyu, and though he could have still acted if he wanted to, if he were faced with this demand in battle, he feared he might hesitate before following through. Even if Rain never recovered full use of his Core, he could still wreak havoc on the battlefield by simply commanding the Defiled to stop, which should have the same effect as using his Honed Aura against Wu Gam. Or perhaps Oration wouldnt work like that, but Min Gyu still wanted Rain to test it, though he would have to learn to control it first.

Shaken by her loss of control and the blades resting against her throat, OuYang Yuhuan sat in a shocked daze across from them, cradling her limp, bloodied hand and staring in wide-eyed trepidation at young Rain. You I You She stammered, but Rain did not let her finish.

Its fine. Waving for the guards to disperse, he said, I know it was an accident. No harm, no foul. Kuang Biao, could you ask Tokta if hes in the mood to Heal our guest? And if he isnt, could you ask him to come anyways? Pouring another cup of tea for the Tyrant, he gestured at Yuhuans hand and asked, How bad is it?

It took two cups of tea and three tries before she was able to speak. B-Broken, she whispered, eyes darting between Rain and Min Gyu. How long have you known?

...Known what?

Rain was every bit as confused as Min Gyu, and the Tyrants next words only confused them even more. About the Mountain Collapsing Stomp. Seeing their baffled expressions, Yuhuan regained a modicum of her haughty self and furrowed her brow in frustration. Is this not the secret behind its power? A careful build up of force through well timed Reverberations and Amplification?

Is it? Even as young Rain asked it, Min Gyu knew the Tyrants words to be true, and he almost bolted to his feet in excitement. Wholly unperturbed by this incredible discovery, the boy shrugged and said, I dunno. I just came up with the idea. If it is Mitsue Juichis secret, then it seems like a terribly obvious one. I mean, how hard can it be? You lost control there at the end, but you still pulled it off pretty easily on your first try.

Only Rain could be so dismissive of a Runic Craftsmans control of Chi, for if Min Gyu were to try the same, he would undoubtedly fail on his first try, and continue to fail well past the thousandth. Yuhuans initial success was no doubt a result of years of Runic Crafting, and while she lost control of her power at the end, she grasped the timing with frightening ease, which made Min Gyu reconsider the threat she presented. A scalpel used correctly could kill just as well as a battleaxe, and required far less effort, and such superlative control of Chi would allow her to do more with less, sometimes to explosive effect.

Even better, Rains casual attitude struck a nerve in the Tyrants prideful demeanor. I will continue to study this technique, she said, before bowing her head ever so slightly out of respect for his genius, And I will not share this secret with another soul, on pain of death. With the Heavens as my witness, this I so swear.

With her hand already bleeding, the Oath was set, but young Rain frowned and shook his head in regret. I wish you hadnt done that. It wasnt necessary. If I didnt trust you, I wouldnt have funded your projects and waited till now to speak with you. On the contrary, Min Gyu believed the oath was necessary, for now, they knew the secret behind Mitsue Juichis Mountain Collapsing Stomp. Even then, it would take months, if not years of effort to replicate it, and longer to counter it, but there were plenty of Warriors in Rains camp who had the time to spare, and Min Gyu even saw potential in this for little Yan and her Blessing of Wind.

Because with the proper preparations and timing, she might one day truly live up to her new title as the Sanguine Storm and raze the battlefield with a tornado of her own devising. Forget Peak Expert, with this, little Yan might possibly wield the power of a half-step Divinity before the age of thirty

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