Chapter 638
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Chapter 638
There was a moment when Chidi realized he was being foolish. Sure, the grandmaster was probably disappointed that he was not up to her standards but she was still his parents friend, right? She had come here, so she had to be able to get them out on the same ship. Not just Chidi and Aconite, but all of their squad and the other stragglers they had picked up could squeeze into anything worthy of carrying an Integration cultivator.
His thumb rubbed along the edge of his sword, feeling the sharpness of it. Yes, it was better to accept his failure, to accept he hadnt been ready for this world. He could hardly imagine resisting any of Rakiyas attacks- not if she was even slightly serious. Of course, Grandmaster Chikeres attacks and counters had been beyond imagination. It seemed as if even Rakiya couldnt touch her. Chidi pondered that thought. How could cultivators of similar cultivation levels be so far apart? It wasnt as if Rakiya was some average cultivator. She was a disciple of the sword saint, one of the rare individuals who would ever make it to Integration.
It shouldnt be a difference in equipment. Except for having more swords, the quality of weapons shouldnt have a drastic gulf between the two. Chidi also understood the limits of Citadels Downfall. It didnt make someone invincible. There had to be something, but he couldnt grasp it.
Not that it mattered. He would be returning to Xankeshan, waiting for his parents while spending his time in proper training. In a century or less, he could step into Integration and make his own mark on the world.
He felt a strange wetness. Strangely, the cut on his thumb came with no pain, even if he left a notch in his nail and cut through his skin. It was a clean cut as should be expected of a quality weapon. He shouldnt have gotten cut, though. He was supposed to be past such accidents. Maybe true mastery of the sword really wasnt for him.
-----
Chidi dreamed of swords. Hundreds of them, just sitting out in the woods impaled in the ground, boulders, and trees. Some were just laying on the ground, others balanced across branches. It was a strangely beautiful scene, the flow of energy almost coalescing into a formation from the display. Chidi trailed his fingers over the various swords, feeling their hilts, guards, and blades. The swords varied from long and straight swords to those that were shorter and curved. Single or double edges, various points and thicknesses and weights. Though none of them were the particularly heavy sort that were only usable by cultivators. These were all something that could be used by anyone of basic fitness though many would not have reason to.
He focused on one in particular. It lacked much in the way of ornamentation. No sparkling gems embedded in it- whatever sparkling was supposed to be. The facets of gems were kind of interesting to feel, but the rough leather wrappings around a simple hilt appealed to Chidi more for some reason. He imagined picking it up and flipping it around, finding the balance perfect and the sharpness unparalleled.
When Chidi awoke in the morning, the memories remained strongly in his mind. All of the swords were impressive, but the one in particular remained in his thoughts. Speaking of which, he felt many more approaching. That had to be Chikere. He resolved himself to go meet her, his decision made.
Grandmaster Chikere. Did you complete your mission?
Yeah, I chopped up some people.
... were you retaking a city?
Whats the point of that? Im not going to occupy it. And neither are you, with this group.
That is true, Chidi nodded slowly. In fact, our squad cant make much difference at all in the war, as we are. That was why I was hoping your ship could take us off planet. Was that really the right move? Was it fair, to those who remained behind. Or to one of the Scarlet Alliance cities, to rejoin the war.
My ship?
I understand if you feel it is beneath you to shuttle-
I dont have a ship, Chikere answered.
... Were you dropped off?
Nah, I cut my way here.
Thats Im not sure what you mean by that, to be honest.
A sword slash was coming for him. He felt it too late to react, but before he was dead. Was that an accomplishment? He somehow discerned the attack wasnt trying to kill him, but the lethal intent behind it and the fact that it would be passing through his physical location meant it didnt matter.
But the attack never reached him because it was behind him? Along with Chikere and all of her swords. Yet she hadnt gone around him.
There was a loud boom, as something collapsed. Chikere casually rested her sword on her shoulder- the shoulder that was not real, if Chidi recalled correctly. Like that.
He could have understood if she used some sort of movement technique to go around him. It would have probably been easier, even. He could still feel the air vibrating from the disruption, a great overflow of energy that wasnt even connected to her actual goal. How did it work? He had no idea. It wasnt just strength and speed, though.Ñ00v€l--ß1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.
Well, Chidi said. Can that transport other people?
Havent tried, she replied. Maybe. Either it works, or you die.
That seems risky.
Well I felt your swords.
The silence just sat between them for a few seconds before Grandmaster Chikere broke it. So I guess you can learn it. I dont really remember a time when I didnt feel it, but your parents theyre good at what they do, but they just use swords. They dont need them.
... They would likely find it difficult to fight without.
Nah, they could pick up literally any other weapon, and it would be the same to them with a bit of practice. And maybe these saints or some of their disciples got that thing for non-swords. But its different. Chidi could feel her gaze on him, not hidden but intentional. So, Im going to ask. Do you want to learn from me?
I do, Chidi answered without anything letting him do otherwise.
Great. Oh, and you liked this one. Out of her bag the grand master tossed a blade. A strangely familiar one.
... This was real?
Obviously. I can understand waking up in the middle of the night to the call of swords, but not believing in them in the morning she shook her head. You need to be better than that, little me.
Chidi just laughed. Am I really like you though? You achieved greatness on your own, but here Ive had all sorts of help just to get this far.
Hmmn? Its not like I learned from nothing. I had lots of help. Sure, tons of those people wanted to kill me but that just made my progress faster. And youre named after me, so youre a little me regardless of anything else. Now then blades drew from the sheaths around her. Time for morning training.
-----
The Sergeant had a very important mission, given to her by the Great Queen herself. It was not for the Sergeant to question orders, nor could she allow herself to fail. Or worse, be captured. Thus, she used utmost caution infiltrating the ship, hanging off the edge of a sleeve as one of the proper passengers boarded.
It was good for the Sergeant that she was one of the smaller members of her kind, unlike the Royal Guard. It would put her out of notice, though a keen cultivator might still spot her. Thus, it was important to take concealment in the folds of clothing. Their energy would not find anything where she was, but that was not an issue unless the enemy was specially trained.
In theory, nobody from Ekict should have such training. They were aware of the void ants, of course, but they should not have cause to train specific techniques to root them out.
The Sergeants mission was twofold. First, she was to determine the suitability of Ekict for habitability. It could easily be assumed that anywhere humans lived would fit void ants as well, but that was not always the case. Second, it was an infiltration mission to determine more about their potential allies.
Similar missions had been performed on Rutera and Weos before they proved themselves. Even the most trusted allies were kept unaware of such operations. If the Sergeant was compromised, it was best to accept death in a manner that seemed to make her a normal ant. As long as she did not resist energy to any significant extent, few people would be able to notice or bother with an autopsy.
A tertiary objective was to keep an eye on an allied princess. A descendant of Anton, and of an influential sect head in Ofrurg. This was in fact the very same individual she was posted upon.
Oh, an ant.
At the sudden voice, the Sergeant froze. Then she let herself drop, falling to the floor on her back. She remained still, unmoving.
Normal ants dont play dead, you know, the voice said. Not that I wouldnt have noticed one crawling on me.
A finger descended for the Sergeant. At least she could keep things in doubt by allowing herself to be squished. Someone else would have to take on her mission.
The Sergeant was prodded very gently. Hey are you sick? I cant help you if you dont tell me how. Just do the antenna thing, I mostly understand it. Another prod. I know youre a void ant because you didnt get squished from a little energy.
The Sergeant pondered if she could possibly break her own limbs. No, that might not kill her. Perhaps throw herself into a fire. Or something electrical, but those were harder to get inside than it seemed.
She was flipped over. Seriously I know you can hear and see me. You cant even close your eyes. Anishkas fingers wriggled in a crude approximation of the void ant sign language. You cant hear? The Sergeant twitched. Aha! I saw that!
What a situation to be caught in. She couldnt pretend to be dumb, nor could she take out the one who spotted her because she was a person of note. The Sergeants first true mission was an abject failure from the beginning, and she couldnt even bring an end to it. She moved her antennae and forelimbs. ... Can you not tell anyone?
Sure thing, little guy. Or lady, more likely. Everyone wants to go on an adventure sometimes.
This was still a failure. But the Sergeant might be able to accomplish some of the objectives nonetheless.
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Chapter 638
There was a moment when Chidi realized he was being foolish. Sure, the grandmaster was probably disappointed that he was not up to her standards but she was still his parents friend, right? She had come here, so she had to be able to get them out on the same ship. Not just Chidi and Aconite, but all of their squad and the other stragglers they had picked up could squeeze into anything worthy of carrying an Integration cultivator.
His thumb rubbed along the edge of his sword, feeling the sharpness of it. Yes, it was better to accept his failure, to accept he hadnt been ready for this world. He could hardly imagine resisting any of Rakiyas attacks- not if she was even slightly serious. Of course, Grandmaster Chikeres attacks and counters had been beyond imagination. It seemed as if even Rakiya couldnt touch her. Chidi pondered that thought. How could cultivators of similar cultivation levels be so far apart? It wasnt as if Rakiya was some average cultivator. She was a disciple of the sword saint, one of the rare individuals who would ever make it to Integration.
It shouldnt be a difference in equipment. Except for having more swords, the quality of weapons shouldnt have a drastic gulf between the two. Chidi also understood the limits of Citadels Downfall. It didnt make someone invincible. There had to be something, but he couldnt grasp it.
Not that it mattered. He would be returning to Xankeshan, waiting for his parents while spending his time in proper training. In a century or less, he could step into Integration and make his own mark on the world.
He felt a strange wetness. Strangely, the cut on his thumb came with no pain, even if he left a notch in his nail and cut through his skin. It was a clean cut as should be expected of a quality weapon. He shouldnt have gotten cut, though. He was supposed to be past such accidents. Maybe true mastery of the sword really wasnt for him.
-----
Chidi dreamed of swords. Hundreds of them, just sitting out in the woods impaled in the ground, boulders, and trees. Some were just laying on the ground, others balanced across branches. It was a strangely beautiful scene, the flow of energy almost coalescing into a formation from the display. Chidi trailed his fingers over the various swords, feeling their hilts, guards, and blades. The swords varied from long and straight swords to those that were shorter and curved. Single or double edges, various points and thicknesses and weights. Though none of them were the particularly heavy sort that were only usable by cultivators. These were all something that could be used by anyone of basic fitness though many would not have reason to.
He focused on one in particular. It lacked much in the way of ornamentation. No sparkling gems embedded in it- whatever sparkling was supposed to be. The facets of gems were kind of interesting to feel, but the rough leather wrappings around a simple hilt appealed to Chidi more for some reason. He imagined picking it up and flipping it around, finding the balance perfect and the sharpness unparalleled.
When Chidi awoke in the morning, the memories remained strongly in his mind. All of the swords were impressive, but the one in particular remained in his thoughts. Speaking of which, he felt many more approaching. That had to be Chikere. He resolved himself to go meet her, his decision made.
Grandmaster Chikere. Did you complete your mission?
Yeah, I chopped up some people.
... were you retaking a city?
Whats the point of that? Im not going to occupy it. And neither are you, with this group.
That is true, Chidi nodded slowly. In fact, our squad cant make much difference at all in the war, as we are. That was why I was hoping your ship could take us off planet. Was that really the right move? Was it fair, to those who remained behind. Or to one of the Scarlet Alliance cities, to rejoin the war.
My ship?
I understand if you feel it is beneath you to shuttle-
I dont have a ship, Chikere answered.
... Were you dropped off?
Nah, I cut my way here.
Thats Im not sure what you mean by that, to be honest.
A sword slash was coming for him. He felt it too late to react, but before he was dead. Was that an accomplishment? He somehow discerned the attack wasnt trying to kill him, but the lethal intent behind it and the fact that it would be passing through his physical location meant it didnt matter.
But the attack never reached him because it was behind him? Along with Chikere and all of her swords. Yet she hadnt gone around him.
There was a loud boom, as something collapsed. Chikere casually rested her sword on her shoulder- the shoulder that was not real, if Chidi recalled correctly. Like that.
He could have understood if she used some sort of movement technique to go around him. It would have probably been easier, even. He could still feel the air vibrating from the disruption, a great overflow of energy that wasnt even connected to her actual goal. How did it work? He had no idea. It wasnt just strength and speed, though.Ñ00v€l--ß1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.
Well, Chidi said. Can that transport other people?
Havent tried, she replied. Maybe. Either it works, or you die.
That seems risky.
Well I felt your swords.
The silence just sat between them for a few seconds before Grandmaster Chikere broke it. So I guess you can learn it. I dont really remember a time when I didnt feel it, but your parents theyre good at what they do, but they just use swords. They dont need them.
... They would likely find it difficult to fight without.
Nah, they could pick up literally any other weapon, and it would be the same to them with a bit of practice. And maybe these saints or some of their disciples got that thing for non-swords. But its different. Chidi could feel her gaze on him, not hidden but intentional. So, Im going to ask. Do you want to learn from me?
I do, Chidi answered without anything letting him do otherwise.
Great. Oh, and you liked this one. Out of her bag the grand master tossed a blade. A strangely familiar one.
... This was real?
Obviously. I can understand waking up in the middle of the night to the call of swords, but not believing in them in the morning she shook her head. You need to be better than that, little me.
Chidi just laughed. Am I really like you though? You achieved greatness on your own, but here Ive had all sorts of help just to get this far.
Hmmn? Its not like I learned from nothing. I had lots of help. Sure, tons of those people wanted to kill me but that just made my progress faster. And youre named after me, so youre a little me regardless of anything else. Now then blades drew from the sheaths around her. Time for morning training.
-----
The Sergeant had a very important mission, given to her by the Great Queen herself. It was not for the Sergeant to question orders, nor could she allow herself to fail. Or worse, be captured. Thus, she used utmost caution infiltrating the ship, hanging off the edge of a sleeve as one of the proper passengers boarded.
It was good for the Sergeant that she was one of the smaller members of her kind, unlike the Royal Guard. It would put her out of notice, though a keen cultivator might still spot her. Thus, it was important to take concealment in the folds of clothing. Their energy would not find anything where she was, but that was not an issue unless the enemy was specially trained.
In theory, nobody from Ekict should have such training. They were aware of the void ants, of course, but they should not have cause to train specific techniques to root them out.
The Sergeants mission was twofold. First, she was to determine the suitability of Ekict for habitability. It could easily be assumed that anywhere humans lived would fit void ants as well, but that was not always the case. Second, it was an infiltration mission to determine more about their potential allies.
Similar missions had been performed on Rutera and Weos before they proved themselves. Even the most trusted allies were kept unaware of such operations. If the Sergeant was compromised, it was best to accept death in a manner that seemed to make her a normal ant. As long as she did not resist energy to any significant extent, few people would be able to notice or bother with an autopsy.
A tertiary objective was to keep an eye on an allied princess. A descendant of Anton, and of an influential sect head in Ofrurg. This was in fact the very same individual she was posted upon.
Oh, an ant.
At the sudden voice, the Sergeant froze. Then she let herself drop, falling to the floor on her back. She remained still, unmoving.
Normal ants dont play dead, you know, the voice said. Not that I wouldnt have noticed one crawling on me.
A finger descended for the Sergeant. At least she could keep things in doubt by allowing herself to be squished. Someone else would have to take on her mission.
The Sergeant was prodded very gently. Hey are you sick? I cant help you if you dont tell me how. Just do the antenna thing, I mostly understand it. Another prod. I know youre a void ant because you didnt get squished from a little energy.
The Sergeant pondered if she could possibly break her own limbs. No, that might not kill her. Perhaps throw herself into a fire. Or something electrical, but those were harder to get inside than it seemed.
She was flipped over. Seriously I know you can hear and see me. You cant even close your eyes. Anishkas fingers wriggled in a crude approximation of the void ant sign language. You cant hear? The Sergeant twitched. Aha! I saw that!
What a situation to be caught in. She couldnt pretend to be dumb, nor could she take out the one who spotted her because she was a person of note. The Sergeants first true mission was an abject failure from the beginning, and she couldnt even bring an end to it. She moved her antennae and forelimbs. ... Can you not tell anyone?
Sure thing, little guy. Or lady, more likely. Everyone wants to go on an adventure sometimes.
This was still a failure. But the Sergeant might be able to accomplish some of the objectives nonetheless.
Chapter 638There was a moment when Chidi realized he was being foolish. Sure, the grandmaster was probably disappointed that he was not up to her standards but she was still his parents friend, right? She had come here, so she had to be able to get them out on the same ship. Not just Chidi and Aconite, but all of their squad and the other stragglers they had picked up could squeeze into anything worthy of carrying an Integration cultivator.His thumb rubbed along the edge of his sword, feeling the sharpness of it. Yes, it was better to accept his failure, to accept he hadnt been ready for this world. He could hardly imagine resisting any of Rakiyas attacks- not if she was even slightly serious. Of course, Grandmaster Chikeres attacks and counters had been beyond imagination. It seemed as if even Rakiya couldnt touch her. Chidi pondered that thought. How could cultivators of similar cultivation levels be so far apart? It wasnt as if Rakiya was some average cultivator. She was a disciple of the sword saint, one of the rare individuals who would ever make it to Integration.It shouldnt be a difference in equipment. Except for having more swords, the quality of weapons shouldnt have a drastic gulf between the two. Chidi also understood the limits of Citadels Downfall. It didnt make someone invincible. There had to be something, but he couldnt grasp it.Not that it mattered. He would be returning to Xankeshan, waiting for his parents while spending his time in proper training. In a century or less, he could step into Integration and make his own mark on the world.He felt a strange wetness. Strangely, the cut on his thumb came with no pain, even if he left a notch in his nail and cut through his skin. It was a clean cut as should be expected of a quality weapon. He shouldnt have gotten cut, though. He was supposed to be past such accidents. Maybe true mastery of the sword really wasnt for him.-----Chidi dreamed of swords. Hundreds of them, just sitting out in the woods impaled in the ground, boulders, and trees. Some were just laying on the ground, others balanced across branches. It was a strangely beautiful scene, the flow of energy almost coalescing into a formation from the display. Chidi trailed his fingers over the various swords, feeling their hilts, guards, and blades. The swords varied from long and straight swords to those that were shorter and curved. Single or double edges, various points and thicknesses and weights. Though none of them were the particularly heavy sort that were only usable by cultivators. These were all something that could be used by anyone of basic fitness though many would not have reason to.He focused on one in particular. It lacked much in the way of ornamentation. No sparkling gems embedded in it- whatever sparkling was supposed to be. The facets of gems were kind of interesting to feel, but the rough leather wrappings around a simple hilt appealed to Chidi more for some reason. He imagined picking it up and flipping it around, finding the balance perfect and the sharpness unparalleled. When Chidi awoke in the morning, the memories remained strongly in his mind. All of the swords were impressive, but the one in particular remained in his thoughts. Speaking of which, he felt many more approaching. That had to be Chikere. He resolved himself to go meet her, his decision made.Grandmaster Chikere. Did you complete your mission?Yeah, I chopped up some people.... were you retaking a city?Whats the point of that? Im not going to occupy it. And neither are you, with this group.That is true, Chidi nodded slowly. In fact, our squad cant make much difference at all in the war, as we are. That was why I was hoping your ship could take us off planet. Was that really the right move? Was it fair, to those who remained behind. Or to one of the Scarlet Alliance cities, to rejoin the war.My ship?I understand if you feel it is beneath you to shuttle-I dont have a ship, Chikere answered.... Were you dropped off?Nah, I cut my way here.Thats Im not sure what you mean by that, to be honest.A sword slash was coming for him. He felt it too late to react, but before he was dead. Was that an accomplishment? He somehow discerned the attack wasnt trying to kill him, but the lethal intent behind it and the fact that it would be passing through his physical location meant it didnt matter.But the attack never reached him because it was behind him? Along with Chikere and all of her swords. Yet she hadnt gone around him.There was a loud boom, as something collapsed. Chikere casually rested her sword on her shoulder- the shoulder that was not real, if Chidi recalled correctly. Like that.He could have understood if she used some sort of movement technique to go around him. It would have probably been easier, even. He could still feel the air vibrating from the disruption, a great overflow of energy that wasnt even connected to her actual goal. How did it work? He had no idea. It wasnt just strength and speed, though.N00vl--1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.Well, Chidi said. Can that transport other people?Havent tried, she replied. Maybe. Either it works, or you die.That seems risky.Well I felt your swords.The silence just sat between them for a few seconds before Grandmaster Chikere broke it. So I guess you can learn it. I dont really remember a time when I didnt feel it, but your parents theyre good at what they do, but they just use swords. They dont need them.... They would likely find it difficult to fight without.Nah, they could pick up literally any other weapon, and it would be the same to them with a bit of practice. And maybe these saints or some of their disciples got that thing for non-swords. But its different. Chidi could feel her gaze on him, not hidden but intentional. So, Im going to ask. Do you want to learn from me?I do, Chidi answered without anything letting him do otherwise.Great. Oh, and you liked this one. Out of her bag the grand master tossed a blade. A strangely familiar one.... This was real?Obviously. I can understand waking up in the middle of the night to the call of swords, but not believing in them in the morning she shook her head. You need to be better than that, little me.Chidi just laughed. Am I really like you though? You achieved greatness on your own, but here Ive had all sorts of help just to get this far.Hmmn? Its not like I learned from nothing. I had lots of help. Sure, tons of those people wanted to kill me but that just made my progress faster. And youre named after me, so youre a little me regardless of anything else. Now then blades drew from the sheaths around her. Time for morning training.-----The Sergeant had a very important mission, given to her by the Great Queen herself. It was not for the Sergeant to question orders, nor could she allow herself to fail. Or worse, be captured. Thus, she used utmost caution infiltrating the ship, hanging off the edge of a sleeve as one of the proper passengers boarded.It was good for the Sergeant that she was one of the smaller members of her kind, unlike the Royal Guard. It would put her out of notice, though a keen cultivator might still spot her. Thus, it was important to take concealment in the folds of clothing. Their energy would not find anything where she was, but that was not an issue unless the enemy was specially trained.In theory, nobody from Ekict should have such training. They were aware of the void ants, of course, but they should not have cause to train specific techniques to root them out. The Sergeants mission was twofold. First, she was to determine the suitability of Ekict for habitability. It could easily be assumed that anywhere humans lived would fit void ants as well, but that was not always the case. Second, it was an infiltration mission to determine more about their potential allies.Similar missions had been performed on Rutera and Weos before they proved themselves. Even the most trusted allies were kept unaware of such operations. If the Sergeant was compromised, it was best to accept death in a manner that seemed to make her a normal ant. As long as she did not resist energy to any significant extent, few people would be able to notice or bother with an autopsy. A tertiary objective was to keep an eye on an allied princess. A descendant of Anton, and of an influential sect head in Ofrurg. This was in fact the very same individual she was posted upon.Oh, an ant.At the sudden voice, the Sergeant froze. Then she let herself drop, falling to the floor on her back. She remained still, unmoving.Normal ants dont play dead, you know, the voice said. Not that I wouldnt have noticed one crawling on me.A finger descended for the Sergeant. At least she could keep things in doubt by allowing herself to be squished. Someone else would have to take on her mission. The Sergeant was prodded very gently. Hey are you sick? I cant help you if you dont tell me how. Just do the antenna thing, I mostly understand it. Another prod. I know youre a void ant because you didnt get squished from a little energy.The Sergeant pondered if she could possibly break her own limbs. No, that might not kill her. Perhaps throw herself into a fire. Or something electrical, but those were harder to get inside than it seemed.She was flipped over. Seriously I know you can hear and see me. You cant even close your eyes. Anishkas fingers wriggled in a crude approximation of the void ant sign language. You cant hear? The Sergeant twitched. Aha! I saw that!What a situation to be caught in. She couldnt pretend to be dumb, nor could she take out the one who spotted her because she was a person of note. The Sergeants first true mission was an abject failure from the beginning, and she couldnt even bring an end to it. She moved her antennae and forelimbs. ... Can you not tell anyone?Sure thing, little guy. Or lady, more likely. Everyone wants to go on an adventure sometimes.This was still a failure. But the Sergeant might be able to accomplish some of the objectives nonetheless.
