Book 3: Chapter 55: At the Gate

Book 3: Chapter 55: At the Gate

It took more than a week, and Sen was very nearly to the point of simply leaving the fire cultivator’s valley, before something finally changed. Sen was hiding in his assigned room and pretending not to be there. He’d made the mistake the day before of answering the door and telling someone to go away. That had opened a floodgate of people knocking on his door who just happened to be walking by his room. He eventually went out the window to escape them. He hadn’t repeated the previous day’s mistakes and ignored any and all knocking on his door. At least, he had been doing that until he heard someone come racing down the hall, their footfalls sounding like thunder to Sen’s enhanced senses, and they began pounding frantically on his door. He almost ignored that pounding, but if knocking could have a panicked edge to it, that knocking did. He grudgingly got up off the bed and opened the door just enough that he could see out. There was a young man he didn’t recognize on the other side of the door. He looked pale, shaky, and out of breath.

“Yes?” Sen asked warily.

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Sen very nearly shut the door in the young man’s face before the implications sank home. Then, he threw open the door and shot past the young man, sprinting from his room toward the front gate. It was only his preternatural reflexes that let him dodge and weave past the fire cultivators he encountered. Even so, he heard more than one person shout as they were buffeted by his passage. He almost felt bad about it, but he was too excited and too relieved to really let being a bit rude weigh him down. His forced stay with the fire cultivators was finally going to end. He forced himself to slow to a jog and then a walk as he approached the front gate, mostly because he could see a lot of very nervous-looking fire cultivators gathered around the inside of the gate. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten them into doing some ill-considered by arriving in a swirl of wind. Yet, the fire cultivators all looked relieved to see him when he arrived and ushered him out the gate almost immediately.

Sen found a dark-haired figure with a short-trimmed beard. The man held a spear with lightning crackling around the spearhead in a particularly threatening way. Sen burst into a grin and shouted.

“Uncle Kho!”

The lightning immediately winked out and the spear vanished. Uncle Kho strode over to Sen and grabbed him by the shoulders.

“There you are! I thought they might have been lying to me. Let me get a look at you,” said the elder cultivator, holding Sen out at arm’s length. “Well, they haven’t been overfeeding you, that’s for certain. Still, core formation? So soon?”

Sen went to answer, but Uncle Kho shook his head. “No, don’t explain, or you’ll just end up telling the same story over and over again. Tell me truly, though, are you well?”

Sen paused for a beat to genuinely consider his answer. “I’m as well as can be expected.”

Uncle Kho lifted an eyebrow at that but seemed willing enough to accept the answer. He looked past Sen and frowned. “Didn’t Ming assign you some kind of minder? I expected they’d make themselves known by now.”

“She’s hiding over there,” said Sen, pointing to where Lo Meifeng was lurking in some nearby shadows.

“She’s quiet. I’ll give her that much,” said Uncle Kho. “Pretty too. You two aren’t...”

“No,” said Sen in a firm voice.

Sen did his best to hide his smile. “I try to get in a meal every week or two.”

“It shows. Wait, core formation? Did you advance your body cultivation too?”

“I,” started Sen, but Auntie Caihong cut him off.

“We can talk shop later,” she said, all but shouldering Master Feng aside and wrapping Sen in a hug. “Didn’t I give you a kit to write us letters?”

Sen felt a stab of guilt. He had meant to write them more often. “Things did get a little hectic this last year. I’ll try to do better.”

She shook her head at him.

“Just a little hectic, was it? That one clearly taught you understatement,” said Auntie Caihong, jerking a thumb at Master Feng.

Master Feng lifted his chin in a look that bridged the divide between grave dignity and mockery. “I am the master of accuracy, not understatement.”

While all of that was going on, Sen felt a gaze boring into him. He looked over and saw the girl who had come with Auntie Caihong. She had bright green eyes, which startled Sen. He’d never seen eyes that color before. Of course, what really caught his attention was the intensity of the way that she looked at him. There was an almost hungry quality to it. It made him nervous. When she walked over, he went to introduce himself only to have the words die in his throat as she threw her arms around him. That got indulgent looks from Uncle Kho and Auntie Caihong, while Master Feng just rolled his eyes and said something about foolish young people. Then, all three of the elder cultivators seemed to realize something at the same time.

“Oh!” said Auntie Caihong, reaching out and grabbing the girl’s arm. “Sen hasn’t seen you since you changed.”

“Seen who? Changed what?” asked Sen, thoroughly confused.

“You should introduce yourself,” said Auntie Caihong to the girl.

The girl pulled back and gave Sen a look that was equal parts annoyance and amusement. “He should know me, even in this graceless form. I suppose his poor human-boy senses aren’t good enough. I am Falling Leaf.”

Everything around Sen seemed to get a bit wobbly like it was made from some kind of jelly, and he just stared at the girl for a long time. When the ability to speak finally found him again, all he could think to say was, “What?”