Chapter 20- The Delicate Art of Enmity

The Senior Brothers and Sisters moved faster than Tian’s eyes could follow. Swords flew, driven by the vital energy and iron will of the cultivators. Spears stabbed like lightning and smashed like thunder. Maces, brutal and efficient, staff arts capable of healing the world and saber play eager to end it.

“The ability to cultivate runs in families. It does not, however, reach everyone in a family. It’s normal for generations to pass between people who have the gift. The more advanced a cultivator is, the more likely they are to pass on the ability to cultivate but the less likely they are to conceive. Or want to conceive.” Brother Fu was sitting with Tian on stools near the fighting square. Tian didn’t know why the Senior Brother was going on about this, but he still listened attentively.

“So what generally happens is that someone at the Heavenly Person stage of cultivation has a child, but that child is unable to cultivate. Now, that child can live in the Inner Court, known as Mountain Gate City to the mortals, but if they have children and none of those children are cultivators, they have to go out to the towns. Each generation removed from a cultivator is afforded fewer and fewer special privileges by the Monastery. They must rely on their own achievements in the secular world if they wish to prosper.”

“Secular?”

Brother Fu tapped the ground with his foot. “Concerned with mortal things, tied to the mortal world. It is nothing unusual for the seniors up on the mountain to spend a century or two in meditation. Two hundred years, and a mortal dynasty- don’t worry about what a dynasty is.” Brother Fu intercepted the question, and rubbed the spot between his eyebrows.

“Mortals just don’t exist on our timescale, and the more advanced the cultivator is, the bigger the gap becomes. Generally, their parents or grandparents set them up with a Landholding Estate out in the villages so their meals are more or less guaranteed, then lets them fade from memory. Until one of them can make it back to the Inner Court, and the connection is renewed”

“Okay.” Tian nodded.

“So what can you figure out from what I just told you?”

“Hong Liran is from one of those cultivator families, and one that just got kicked out of the Inner Court. But she can cultivate, so once she cultivates to the Heavenly Person Level, they can go back. She thinks she is better than everyone here, because her family is properly a city family, above the townsfolk.” Tian said.

It was like the puzzles Grandpa would make for him- “What animal made this paw print? Which way did it go? How long ago was it? Is it worth chasing?”

“Yes, exactly. It also means that she does have support in the Inner Court, which counts for a very great deal here in the Outer Court. A bunch of our brothers helped arrange the Hong’s Estate basically for free- the weight of that support is that powerful. It’s why she addresses Skull Crushing Devil Bai as “Auntie” instead of “Senior Sister.” She is, and this is complicated but just accept it for now, she is part of the same lineage of teachers that Hong’s grandmother is part of. Devil Bai is technically Hong’s Martial Aunt, even if her cultivation doesn’t entitle her to that honorific.”

Tian watched the Senior Brothers and Sisters go back and forth across the stones, none disturbing the others, though their attention was completely devoted to their partners. It was beautiful. A mad chaos of weapons and martial arts, and beautiful.

The longer Tian watched, the more he became certain he was missing something. The brothers and sisters both used live weapons for their spars, sharp edges gleaming, heavy staffs and maces shattering the ground, each punch and kick making ripping and snapping noises as they tore through the air. That they never touched each other was a testament to their skill, but it seemed like that wasn’t all that was happening.

He just wasn’t sure what was.

There was something in how they moved, each having some unique rhythm or principle to their choices. There was a sister who favored a hatchet in each hand, one blocked, the other attacked. She would strike high then low, pressing to the right before whipping back around to strike at the left, and always trying to find a blind spot.

There was another sister who favored a saber, and she planted herself firmly and struck heavily. There was a charm to that too- a straightforward oppression, forcing her opponent to shift away rather than try and parry. And every time they retreated, she would advance. Step. Step. Step. Chop. Chop. Chop.

Brother Meng was a boxer, and a good one from what Tian could see. He would move from stillness to an explosion of hands and feet then back to stillness without any apparent transition. He gave the sister sparring him fits with his apparent overreaches, only to find him completely recovered by the time she brought her sword into play.

There was something hidden there, some meaning. Tian was getting pretty curious about what it might be.

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“There was another thing I was hoping you would get from my explanation.”

“Oh?”

“The polite way to say that would be ‘What is that, Senior Brother Fu?’”

“Okay, Senior Brother Fu.”

“I swear I will teach you to speak like a human before you get to the Inner Court. What I am trying to tell you, Little Tian, is that it would be strongly in your best interests to turn enmity into friendship and a grudge into friendly rivalry, because if she really, truly, hates you, people I couldn’t last a single move against might kill you. In fact, it wouldn’t even reach such an exalted existence. People trying to curry favor with the servants of such a person would do it for free and on their own initiative.”

He’s telling you the absolute truth. Grandpa Jun’s voice was soft. Tian thought he sounded… eager?

“I should set fire to something, distract the Senior Sisters and kill her when nobody’s looking?”

Absolutely not.

“Absolutely not!” Brother Fu covered the boy’s mouth with his hands. “Don’t ever say such a thing. I mean go apologize, or at least say something to patch things up with her.”

“But I don’t think I did anything worth apologizing for.” Tain shook his head.

“You didn’t. So what? Sometimes you have to apologize anyway.”

Tian thought that sounded wrong, but couldn’t explain why. So he just nodded and got to his feet.

“No killing! Or crippling! No violence generally, in fact. Friendship, or at least a friendly rivalry.”

“I remember, Senior Brother Fu.” The old man seemed stressed. Tian guessed that he probably shouldn’t ask what, exactly, ‘friendship’ meant, or for that matter, what a ‘friendly rivalry’ was. The Senior Brother was a long way from his tea set, after all.

Tian walked over to where Hong was sitting with Senior Sister Bai. Bai was about to snarl something at him, but Brother Fu caught her eye. She snorted and left the two juniors to sort things out.