On the estate, Zen and the others discussed their future plans. Xu Fu retired and said that he would open up a shop. Yawen was out cold and tired due to the battle while resting up. Rui exclaimed that the night was long and said his birthday was tomorrow. Zen and the others wished him a happy birthday. Rui asked the others to leave and asked them to make preparations for the party tomorrow. Zen and Rui started their conversation in privacy.
Zen said I needed Yawen to recover from the poison fast. Rui said, Don't worry, I have called the best physician in Cha'an to check on Yawen. Zen says to Rui, I'm eternally grateful to you. Rui said, Don't say such things, Zen; in fact, you have saved my life for the second time now. I will always try my best to help you in any way I possibly can.
Zen said that once I see Yawen treated, I shall leave for my own journey. My friend Yun has gone to train separately, and Yawen will be training in the Emei sect herself. I also must get stronger, and we shall meet again after three years. Rui said I will stay with Yawen here in Cha'an as I have to help my father with his work. I will be 9 years old tomorrow, and in those years I will be twelve. Zen said I would bring you back a gift from my journey ahead.
Rui said that since you destroyed the pirate fleet, you have garnered attention, and you have been called to attend an event celebrating your heroic deeds. You have also brought the pirates anger upon yourself.
There was a guy who rose up two years ago and gained the title of grand captain. He defeated several pirates and took over. His name is Jian Wei. Jian Wei was born in a coastal village on the eastern shores, known for its fearless sailors and skilled navigators. From a young age, Jian Wei showed a natural affinity for the sea, often sneaking onto fishing boats to explore beyond the horizon. Jian Wei ascended through piracy by subjugating rival crews, forcing them into his command through fear and coercion. His leadership is marked by brutality and exploitation, with no room for compassion or loyalty. Jian rules with fear and intimidation, enforcing obedience through violence and arbitrary executions. His raids on coastal settlements are infamous for the devastation and suffering inflicted upon innocent civilians. Driven solely by greed and ambition, Jian Wei sees morality as a hindrance. He views others as tools for personal gain, showing no remorse for the pain he causes in pursuit of power. He killed his own brother when he found out that his brother had snitched on him.
The motto survival of the fittest truly fits him.
You have got his attention. Zen, you ought to be more careful now. Zen responds, I will be. Zen says I will go into hiding and train, as I am weak for now. They are interrupted by a maid. The maid says the physicians have aroused the young master. Rui looks at Zen and says, Let's go.
The physicists analyze Yawen's body, which is infected with poison, and say this is a miracle. How can someone survive in such a state? Rui Akss for the treatment of such a poison. The physicians say this is a dire situation; honestly, we need to get herbs from the land of Yamato. There's an herb called silvershade blossom that's near the island of Yamato. This herb is known for its silver-hued petals that shimmer in moonlight, and it grows deep in the shadows of dense forests. Its essence possesses potent antidotal properties, capable of neutralizing toxins and curing ailments swiftly. The silvershade blossom is rare and highly sought-after for its healing properties, making it valuable. It is an epic-tier herb and is not usually found.
Zen says I shall head for the island of Yamato as soon as possible. Rui says, Don't worry, Zen; tomorrow is my birthday. You must enjoy your life too.
Rui takes Zen away with him to his estate.
"Zen," Rui said, gesturing expansively across the grounds of his grand estate. "Tomorrow, for my birthday, this place will be transformed into a celebration fit for emperors of old." His voice resonated with pride as he walked alongside Zen, the intricately carved architecture and shimmering ponds reflecting the lanterns and silk banners that adorned every corner. "We'll have a lavish banquet," he continued, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "Curated by the finest chefs, dishes that speak of my discerning palate and our generous hospitality—towering with abalone, braised sea cucumber, and rare delicacies like Bird's Nest Soup and Peking Duck—are all prepared to absolute perfection."
As they strolled further, Rui painted a vivid picture of the night's festivities. "The Lion Dance will unfold in the courtyard," he explained, a smile spreading across his face. "Elaborate lion costumes moving to the rhythm of drums and cymbals, invoking blessings of prosperity and good fortune upon us all." He paused as bursts of colorful fireworks lit up the sky, a dazzling spectacle that mirrored the grandeur of their upcoming celebration. "It will be a night to remember, Zen," Rui concluded warmly, his pride in his heritage and appreciation for cultural traditions evident in every detail planned for the occasion.
The day unfolded with Yawen joining Zen and Rui, though her weakened body meant she mostly accompanied Zen. Rui, ever the host, had gathered several important figures from Chan'an for the occasion. Amidst the gathering, Yawen had the honor of meeting Li Xuehua, the formidable sect leader of Emei known for her mastery of frost blades and revered strength. Yawen approached Li Xuehua with the utmost respect, mirrored by Zen beside her. Ling says to Yawen, "Her presence—I can feel it myself from here; such a strong authority."
"Do you know what they call you in Chan'an?" Li Xuehua asked, her voice carrying the weight of authority and curiosity. Zen and Yawen exchanged a glance, their expressions reflecting uncertainty. "We don't know about that, Master," Zen replied respectfully.
Li Xuehua's gaze softened slightly as she revealed, "They call you 'Stormblade,' Zen." Turning her attention to Yawen, she continued, "And they call you 'Twin Talons,' Yawen."
Yawen's heart swelled with a mix of pride and humility at the acknowledgment of her nickname, a testament to her skill with dual swords and her unique ability with bird summoning. "Thank you, Master," Yawen replied, her voice steady with gratitude.
Li Xuehua nodded, acknowledging their roles and reputations within Chan'an and beyond. "Continue to honor those names with your deeds," she advised, her words carrying the weight of expectation and encouragement.
As Yawen expressed her intention to join the Emei sect, she was met with an encouraging response. "Since you already have such a fierce reputation, you'll make a first-class discipliner," Li Xuehua, the sect leader, remarked with a smile. "I'll assign you to train directly under one of our esteemed elders. Occasionally, I'll join in to refine your skills personally." She then left to meet with other guests.
The next day, Zen departed eastward aboard a ship, leaving Yawen visibly saddened by his sudden departure. Turning to Rui with a troubled expression, she asked, "Hey, do you know where he's gone?"
Rui sighed softly, his gaze thoughtful as he replied, "He's headed east to search for the herb that can cure your poison."
"And what about your plans for the future?" Yawen inquired, curiosity tinged with concern in her voice.
"I'll remain here in the city," Rui answered with determination. "Our family faces stiff competition from the White Dragon Merchant Group, our rivals in this region. My grandfather entrusted my father with the task of securing this city, and now it's my turn to assist him."
The city of Chan'an is home to eight million people and is a big market for us.
Yawen nodded, understanding the weight of Rui's responsibilities. "It won't be easy, but you're up for the challenge," she remarked, her tone supportive yet tinged with worry for Zen's journey ahead.
When Zen returns, I'll be all okay, I believe. Rui tells Yawen to visit the garden, as she needs nature to heal from her current state.
Zen reaches an island where he needed to. He goes around searching for people there. Zen is stalked by Lao Li, and Zen stops and says, Quit hiding; I know you are there. Lao Li shows himself. Zen says, I think I saw you on the ship. Why have you come here? he asks. Lao Li says she knows the herb you are looking for. Zen says, How should I trust you? Lao Li says I do know its location. You are strong, all. We can both work together to get the herb. How about that? Lao Li and Zen join hands. Zen is obviously cautious. Zen says I take two flowers; you take one. Lao Li agrees. Zen asks, Why do you want the flower? Lao Li says someone close to me is sick from poison, so I need that flower to heal her from her sickness. They both head to the forests of Kurakawa.
Zen and Lao Li cautiously ventured into the dense forests of Kurakawa, their senses alert to any signs of danger. The island was known for its treacherous terrain and wild creatures, but they were determined to find the herb that could potentially save Lao Li's mother and Yawen.
As they moved deeper into the forest, they encountered various challenges. Ferocious beasts lurked in the shadows, challenging their resolve and testing their combat skills. Zen, relying on his mastery of elemental arts, fought with precision and strength, while Lao Li showed surprising agility and resourcefulness in evading and outsmarting their adversaries.
Lai Li guided Zen to the flower.
Their goal was to find a rare herb rumored to grow in the territory of an elusive, majestic tiger, known locally as the Silver Striped Tiger.
As they navigated deeper into the forest, the air thickened with tension. Zen's senses tingled with the presence of the tiger, its powerful aura reverberating through the ancient trees. Lao Li, his movements fluid and silent, signaled to Zen as they approached a clearing where the tiger was said to roam.
Suddenly, the silver-striped tiger emerged from the shadows, its coat shimmering under the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy. Zen and Lao Li tensed, readying themselves for the imminent confrontation. The tiger, sensing intruders in its domain, let out a thunderous roar that shook the ground beneath them.
With lightning-fast reflexes, Zen unleashed a barrage of elemental attacks, weaving torrents of water and gusts of wind to disorient the tiger. Lao Li darted around the beast, striking with precision and speed, distracting it from Zen's focused assaults.
The battle was fierce and primal, a dance of predator and prey in the heart of Kurakawa. The tiger's claws tore through the air, its strength matched only by Zen's elemental prowess and Lao Li's tactical cunning. They fought not just for survival but for the precious herb that lay beyond the tiger's domain.
After a relentless exchange of blows, Zen seized a moment of opportunity. Channeling his elemental arts with unparalleled focus, he unleashed a devastating combination of fire and earth, stunning the tiger long enough for Lao Li to deliver a decisive strike. With a swift and calculated move, Lao Li incapacitated the tiger, allowing them to retrieve the rare herb growing near its lair.
Breathing heavily from the intensity of their battle, Zen and Lao Li approached the herb with cautious reverence. Its delicate petals shimmered with healing essence, a testament to their perseverance and the bonds forged in adversity.
As they left the forest of Kurakawa behind, herb in hand, Zen and Lao Li shared a nod of mutual respect.
After their successful venture in Kurakawa, Masaru revealed his true name to Zen before they parted ways. Zen, intrigued by Masaru's past as a spy, questioned his motives for coming to the central plains. Masaru explained that he had been sent to gather intelligence on the pirate factions that plagued the region, seeking to uncover their plans and alliances.
As they bid farewell, Zen made a decision to continue his journey eastward, driven by a desire to uncover new lands and deepen his understanding of the elemental arts. With the rare herb carefully secured, Zen entrusted it to an eagle, using a summoning scroll gifted by Rui. This scroll, a mysterious artifact with intricate seals and glyphs, allowed Zen to communicate with the eagle and send it on its mission. Zen also received the second summoning scroll from Rui, along with the summon's axe and armor, as Ling could not decipher it. Zen sent a letter along with the herb. The letter read:
Dear Yawen,
I'm writing to you with a heart full of hope and anticipation. Though we walk separate paths now, I believe our destinies will converge once more, perhaps sooner than we think. The adventures we shared, the battles we fought—they are etched deeply within me, reminding me of the bond we forged.
Let's look forward to the day when our paths cross again. Until then, know that you're always in my thoughts and that I carry our memories with me wherever I go.
With anticipation and friendship,
Zen
Yawen eventually gets the herbs, and her condition becomes better, and she reads the letter. Tears drop from Yawen's cheeks as she becomes hopeful for that fateful day.
As Zen visited the shrine, he encountered an old monk sitting in quiet contemplation, his weathered face bearing the marks of wisdom and serenity. The monk's presence intrigued Zen, stirring a curiosity that tugged at his thoughts as he observed the peaceful surroundings.
Caught in a moment of introspection, Zen's gaze met the monk's, their eyes locking briefly before Zen turned to leave. The monk's voice, weathered and gentle, called after him, breaking the silence that enveloped the shrine. "Child, do you have money for food?" he asked, his tone carrying both humility and a hint of amusement at Zen's departure.
Zen paused, his steps faltering for a heartbeat, before he retrieved a handful of copper coins from his pouch. Without a word, he placed them into the monk's outstretched hand, a gesture of respect and acknowledgment of the monk's humble request.
As Zen turned to leave, the monk's voice reached him once more, gentle yet carrying a depth that resonated within him. "Stay, young wanderer," the monk said, his words weaving a silent invitation that lingered in the air like incense smoke. "There is much you seek and much I can teach."
Will you prove yourself worthy to teach me?"
The monk's eyes opened slowly, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Very well, young one," he replied calmly, rising to his feet with grace that defied his age. "Let us begin."
With a fluid motion, the monk stepped into a defensive stance, his movements precise and deliberate. Zen, equally poised and focused, launched into a series of swift strikes, testing the monk's defenses with calculated precision. Each move was met with a counter that flowed effortlessly from the monk's practiced form, demonstrating a mastery of martial arts honed over decades.
Abruptly, as Zen's final strike seemed to approach, the monk raised his hand in a swift, almost imperceptible motion. In an instant, Zen felt an unseen force, a power that transcended the elemental arts he knew—fire, wind, earth, and water. It was a profound energy, ancient and mysterious, enveloping him like a torrent of unseen currents.
Staggering back, Zen struggled to regain his balance, his mind racing with disbelief and curiosity. "Who are you, monk?" he demanded, his voice echoing with a mixture of awe and determination.
The monk's serene expression remained unchanged, yet his eyes glinted with a depth of knowledge that spoke of centuries-old wisdom. Without a word, he began to move his hands in intricate patterns, weaving threads of energy that seemed to dance through the air around them.
Before Zen could react, he was lifted from his feet and surrounded by unseen forces that sent him hurtling in all directions. The ground trembled beneath him as he struggled to regain control, his senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the monk's power.
As Zen fought against the currents, he realized that this was more than just a test of martial skill—it was a lesson in understanding forces beyond the physical realm. Each movement of the monk's hands spoke of a mastery that surpassed the boundaries of conventional elements, tapping into a deeper, primal energy that bound the world together.
With each impact and every attempt to counter it, Zen gained a deeper appreciation for the monk's teachings.
"You have glimpsed the essence of true mastery, young one," the monk said quietly, his voice carrying the weight of revelation. "There are forces in this world that defy explanation and that bind us all in ways we are only beginning to understand."
Zen nodded, humbled by the experience and the profound knowledge it imparted. In that moment, he knew that he had found a teacher.
Zen got up and bowed. He said, Please teach me, master. The monk said in this land we don't say master, we say sensei. Zen then said, Please teach me sensei. The monk and Zen both had a talk.
As they sat in the tranquil sanctuary of the shrine, Zen listened intently as the monk began to share his story. "I too am a wanderer," the monk began, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. "In my youth, I was known as a Kasai—a member of an elite order of warriors who served the ancient realms with honor and skill."
Zen's eyes widened in recognition. The Kasai were legendary warriors, renowned for their prowess in battle and their unwavering dedication to their masters. They were said to possess not only exceptional combat skills but also a deep understanding of strategy, leadership, and the spiritual essence that flowed through all living things.
That's right replied the monk.
"As I reach the end of my journey," the monk continued, his gaze distant yet focused, "I am called to pass on this wisdom to those who seek it. What I am going to teach you, Zen, is the Supreme Arts—the path that transcends mere combat prowess.
With that, both Zen and his new master headed towards the main island of Yamato to unfold their new journey.