《Forged》Chapter fourteen
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"How does one find a group of criminals?" Tenjo said aloud, quietly enough than none of the other passersby on the street could hear. She had come to a stop, uncertain of her current destination, much less how to arrive.
She didn't even know what group it was that she was looking for. It wasn't as though criminals wrote signs with their names and occupations and hung them up on their front doors, or as though they made their locations public to anyone who happened to ask.
Nor was it like she could simply walk up to the guards in the city and ask to be pointed to a local criminal group. That would likely get her laughed away at best, and questioned or imprisoned at worst. Or, would it really?
Disciples of the blade often served to hunt down powerful criminals, and wandering disciples like she had become would often seek them out as challenges to grow stronger or ways to build their reputation.
With that in mind, if she did ask where to find the most prominent group of local criminals, it wouldn't be taken as the strangest request. She judged the odds of it succeeding as likely enough to try it, at the very least.
Tenjo set off back down to the base of the city, trying to find where the stairway that connected the third and second levels was. It was relatively easy to find a way up, staircases or ladders visible above. However, it was nearly impossible to see where the ways down where, the streets and buildings blocking any view.
As she wandered while searching, Tenjo couldn't help but let her mind wander back to the one thing that had been echoing in it, over and over again. Her battle with Kyu-Son, which had been her first loss.
There was something about it that shook her in a way it had no right to. She had lost thousands of sparring matches before, and her confidence in her blade was far from steadfast. It wasn't as though she had dominated every duel with real blades either. The injury on her wrist was more than enough to remind her that it was only due to luck she was still alive.
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Maybe if she hadn't had that injury, she would have won. Tenjo felt her teeth clench as her jaw tightened. That was an excuse she couldn't accept. She still had use of one arm in full, and the other one had only ever started to act up when she took those powerful blows head on, which was foolish of her to do anyway.
It wasn't as though she was a stranger to fighting with one arm either. She had been trained in two styles, which she mixed as she fought. This was a fairly common thing, in which a master would take a handful of students and teach them a second style in order to see how well it could be incorporated with the main style of the school.
The first was a style that had developed from a school known as the Black Tortoise. The name was supposedly a reference to the way that a tortoise would relentlessly walk forward, knocking aside sticks, bending grass, and crushing small plants on the way to its goal. Likewise, the style focused on slowly overwhelming the enemy with one strike at a time, never taking risks in favor of coming closer and closer with each blow.
This also meant that it complimented her in terms of physical ability. Her aura was large, relatively speaking. The larger the aura, the more physical abilities would be increased, and the added weight would also grow by a proportional amount.
Lighter auras would have slightly slower and weaker strikes, but be much lighter on their feet, favoring footwork and mobility. An apt comparison would be a normal person’s physical size, which worked in an almost identical fashion with strength and weight.
The second was the Silver Crescent Moon that her grandfather had created, which had a tendency to train to some extent in one-handed techniques, and in switching between one and two hands, due to the nature of the draw cut that it took its name from.
It focused on counter attacks, using the gap created when an opponent struck and exploiting it to end the fight as quickly as possible. The very different nature of the styles is what let them harmonize, with the advance of the first forcing the opponent to act in order to break free, creating the opening for the counterattack.
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Likewise, the initial counter could be what placed her in a more ideal situation, where she could slowly start to chip away at her enemy after bypassing a difference in range or power.
It was that supposed adaptability that made her loss all the more vexing. Even though she had been held back by her injury, Tenjo couldn't help but see the fact that it had been able to hold her back as a sign of her lack of ability.
She had been doing fine though, until she stepped on the chair leg and slipped. Her environment was never something Tenjo had needed to worry about before, fighting only on even and clean dojo floors. Being defeated by a broken piece of furniture was almost like a bad dream, something that would be joked about by people over lunch, not a valid concern.
At last the stairway she had been looking for came into view, formed of thick slabs of the same floating rock that made up the rest of the city. The edge had a rail of stone as well, which didn't even come up to waist height. Just taking a peek over had been enough to make her head spin at first, and she marveled at how unconcerned the locals seemed to be about the risk of plummeting to their deaths from a light shove.
When she made her way to the bottom, while now hit with the puzzle of where on this floor the guard headquarters was, an issue occurred to her. The mage guard Meng from before already knew why she was in this city, and her lie said nothing about hunting a criminal of any kind. What more, she had then cemented her image in his mind with her fight, meaning it was even more likely that she would have been mentioned to others, even if he wouldn't be at the base himself.
Reaching the building wasn't as hard as she had anticipated, the stairway leading down the the main road to the city, and the guard center also being farther up on that road. It was right beside one of the entrances, the largest of them all by a notable amount.
In comparison to the one where she had come in, this gate was at least three time the size, leading directly into the guardhouse, and letting in and out dozens of people. The number that poured through in a minute was almost enough to fill her whole village, and there didn't seem to be any sign of slowing.
Tenjo was struck with a new appreciation for the sheer number of people in Oukon, tens of thousands of lives contained in the multitude of gravity defying levels. It also filled her with a new sense of worry as to her search, thinking about how small a fraction of those people being on the other side could result in a veritable army being set against her.
Her gawking was broken off sharply though, when a hand reached for her shoulder from behind. As it landed, she had already started to turn, and behind her were a pair of guards, both with auras still uncondensed, not letting her see their power.
The one who had grabbed her didn't let go, stopping the motion halfway. She motioned to the guardhouse with her free hand, jabbing a thumb at it in a sharp motion as she spoke.
"I've been looking for you," She said. "How about we go have a talk in private?"
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Strip away wants. Strip away desire, strip away dreams and hopes. When you peel it back, such things are luxuries only possible when you have first guarenteed your survival. Survival is everything, and in its pursuit, even the self may need to be stripped away for the survival of the species. Life, of her and her people, was nothing to the aliens if it was not useful. So she would be useful, she would be obedient, and she would survive. Under the control of the new rulers of her world and species, as a pawn in a conflict she could scarce comprehend, she would survive. And in this cosmic war of forces beyond her understanding, when all that is known is stripped away, survival is not just everything; it is all there is left.[Winner during the Royal Road Writathon Challenge Fall 2021](( Chapters are 5,500 words on average. Upload schedule is set to every 2 days ideally, every 3 if problems arise.))
8 168Ashlani's Reincarnation
Ashlani was hunting keelish, a large bipedal reptile commonly seen as a pest, near his home village when he was betrayed by one he thought was his friend, which led to him being killed by the keelish he was trying to hunt. Shortly thereafter, he found himself reborn as a keelish spawn himself, and next thing he knew, he heard a voice, welcoming him to his new life. Ashlani was hatching as an ordinary keelish spawn himself, but was offered the opportunity to evolve from just a normal keelish into an assortment of superior ones. So begins Ashlani's new life, and, his pursuit of vengeance!This is me reattempting something I tried to write on tapas a couple of years ago. I’m going to try to be consistent on updates, but the whole “day job” thing gets in the way sometimes. I have been posting this on WebNovel, but decided to try to broaden my horizons, so I'm posting here as well! Also, join my discord! https://discord.gg/h7t9bSj2yz
8 337Infinite Thera
Story Synopsis: Wanting to escape a life full of monotony, Lucas caved in and joined his friends in playing a newly released virtual reality MMORPG. The game didn't fail his expectations, offering a level of realism that was above par compared to others. They didn't expect that they'd be trapped in an unknown world that is familiar and yet so unlike their own. The only way to return is to unravel the mysteries of this new world and unite with the Gods to push back the darkness engulfing it. The situation was met by protests from the players as they were placed in a situation they couldn't control. Before any of them could reject the request, another bomb was dropped on them. "If you don't save our world, your world will also perish." Genre: Fantasy, LitRPG, Action, Comedy, Romance, Adventure, Drama, Strategy, Tragedy Caution: Contains mild profanity.
8 91The Grey Realm, an Erebus Story.
Written by: Staugroan and The Inklets. Edited by: Claudia Adams. In the beginning there was a god, who watched over and made one world his own. Soon after the god grew restless, but happened to stumble on a small world filled with life. This world was named Erebus by its peoples; humanity. The god was so fascinated with this new world that he started to copy it back home, creating oceans, forests, deserts, and so forth. Then the god created life and eventually his favored creations who would be immortals and be the better of mankind in every way-the elves. So often the god had traveled to Erebus that the two worlds became linked by magic and their inhabitants could cross at will. Relations between the races flourished, and a great empire was born in the Grey Realm, home of the elves. But the god once again grew restless, and set loose great beasts that stood at the top of any food chain, the apex. At first the elves met the challenge and fought them head on. But mankind was not so lucky, they died in droves to push back even a single apex. Something had to be done. Elves and man worked together to begin sealing off the worlds to protect mankind, to limit the ways in and out to better fight the apex off and keep their fellows safe. The ritual had adverse effects the likes of which neither the elves nor man could predict; the sealing of the worlds started slow, but the magic had never been done before, and in their ignorance it spread to completely cut the two worlds off from one another. It ejected the apex, and other magical being back into the Grey Realm, saving Erebus. At first the elves were content, they would find a way back once the apex were dead and gone. But the seal had done more than keep Erebus locked away. The powersource of the seal was magic itself, from both worlds, and it consumed it all greedily. The elves, weakened without their magic, crumbled into ruin, and the apex were free to hunt the other races of the Grey Realm. Two-thousand years later a strange phenomena is occurring and magic is slowly returning to the Grey Realm, and tears open that allow passage to Erebus. Thu'lain and a few elves must make the journey to fallen kingdom of the elves Anosora, in the hopes of reclaiming what was once theirs. They must face their nemesis the apex, and survive not only the species that have turned against them, but a terrible being left behind by the god to kill even the apex. Uch'l'thein, the faceless terror.
8 185A Path to Crown
A young man, who lived a horrible life, died, killed by the man he once admired. But life didn't forsake him and granted him a second chance on life.Plagued by his past, living with low self-esteem, can he succeed like this? Will he change to fight his inner demons, or will he fall at their hands?--------------------------------------------------Every Journey will begin with a single step into the unknown. We walk our path to reveal the darkness covering our Journey.At the end of our path, we will see a crown, the crown we created with our own hands. We shall crown ourself as Kings. Now is the time to decide if it will be a shabby crown full of regrets, or a glorious one! Choose, how will your's be?We can be proud we have walked our path in a way we desired.There shall be no fear of death, only the fear of the regrets we have at the end of our path.
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