Chapter 22 - Empty Virtues

"Let us in! Let us in!"

The crowd gathered at the entrance of the inner walls, banging their hands against a barricaded wooden gate reinforced with metal sheets. The governor had already retreated inside his palace, seeking refuge within the confines of the city's inner compound. As expected of a sovereign's residence, the garden area within the inner wall is spacious, allowing enough space to accommodate many nobles and the family of the ministers. But food is still limited, allowing too many mouths into the governor's personal refuge might dwindle their supplies.

"Please, there are children here!" a mother pleaded with the guards on the walls, who sternly refused entry.

The governor's nephew, who somehow survived the initial onslaught on the outer walls, ordered the guards to aim their bows at the citizens, forcing them to make a difficult choice between facing the arrows or the besieging army.

"Goodness, how inconvenient!" Lu Buwei casually remarked, astounding those around him. Amidst impending danger, the merchant seemed unbothered, leisurely sipping wine. "I wonder if they still have any of that grape wine inside."

"Master Lu, now isn't the time to worry about that!" the calligraphy seller exclaimed. The horde is already razing the city. If the citizens and merchants cannot find refuge behind the governor's palace walls, then demise would be certain.

The wind suddenly blew stronger. Many lifted their heads, noticing a few giant beasts flying into the compound.

"What is that?" a random farmer asked.

"A timely blessing," Lu Buwei mused. He waved at one member of his retinue. A good investment opportunity can come as sudden and unexpected as the Air Nomads of old. If encountering this temporarily window of fortune, it would be a remiss to not exploit it.

...

Guards swarmed the courtyard as a few Sky-Bisons landed onto a patch of cleanly cut grass. Surrounded in an opulent garden, Temujin jumped down from the saddle, seeking an audience with the governor.

"Ji Gongsheng!" The Khan barked. He pushed aside a guard, demanding the governor's presence. "Where is he?"

The advisor hastily approached before the nomad, insisting that the governor and the other ministers are in a crucial meeting that cannot be disrupted. "The sudden attack caught us by surprise. All the most important members of his court have gathered to strategize an effective response."

"And you are not part of it?" Temujin questioned.

The Khan then entered the palace itself, noticing that the throne room is empty. Accompanied by the frantic advisor who is trying to dissuade Temujin from seeking an audience, the nomad searched the whole building. Instinctively, he found an opened entrance leading to the basement.

"Quick! Stuff it in!"

Servants carried crates of gold and silver into what seems to be a metal vault. The governor stood nervously near his concubine. More food and wine are also ordered for this secure hiding place, which is clearly built to counter enemies who managed to reach the palace.

"Governor," a minister said. "The storage is complete. The supplies should sustain us all for two weeks. Please allow your loyal servants to retrieve our families so that we all may-"

Without warning, the governor suddenly lunged at the vault's entrance with his beloved concubine. After forcefully pushing out the remaining servants, the heavy metal door slammed shut. The entire sequence occurred in such an undignified manner, even the most loyal bodyguards grimaced at the man's desperation.

Temujin walked closer as the ministers banged on the door. They hope to be granted refuge, but the metal barrier is simply impervious.

"So, what now?" the Khan asked, unsure how to even react to the governor's bizarre behavior. "Trust me, this isn't the worst case I have seen. You lot should be grateful that the governor does not fully embrace superstition to the point of opening the gates to the enemies."

The ministers have no leisure to inquire more about the example that the Khan is referring to. In an age where conflict is rampant, cities that have fallen would experience the most horrific fate. All the officials panicked. With their leadership complacent, none of them are certain what is the next course of action.

"P-perhaps we can still rectify this!" one minister quickly proposed. "M-maybe if we just surrender the city to them. We may lose everything, but at least we can still keep our lives!"

The other ministers quickly agreed, some eagerly so. In Earth Kingdom tradition, scholars are highly valued members of society. It did not matter if it's the greatest Earth Sages or the most minor magistrate, literati who can read and write is vital to the daily functions of a state. Even at the dawn of the Earth Kingdom's first golden age, the founder of the new dynasty recognize that one can conquer the realm on the back of a steed but can never rule it in the same manner. Without the scholars, the state would fail. Which is why it is possible for state officials to retain their original posts after a new sovereign usurps the original ruler.

"Good idea! I am sure Ji Gongsheng did not grab the state's seal into the vault. We can use it and present it their leader."

The suggestion of the senior minister is quickly challenged by a younger member of the court, who elicit that the virtues of loyalty and familial piety are paramount in the ways of the Earth Sages. To blatantly betray the governor in this manner is simply abhorrent, an insult to the scholarly gentry.

"Young one, you can't just think so narrowly!" the old minister chastised. "If the heavens favor that Hao Jing be governed by a new ruler, we as ministers must accommodate the heaven's will and serve our state dutifully. No matter who takes the seat of power, we as officials must remain to guide their rulership so that the people would not suffer. Besides, so long as our lives are spared, the rest should not be a worry."

"Sparing your lives? I don't think those people outside thinks the same way as you." Temujin quickly corrected the false assumption of these ministers, who firmly believes that the Acolytes of San Bao intend to utilize scholars who are trained in traditional sagely values. "I have past dealing with them before. I don't think the tombs and ancestral halls within this palace would be safe. Didn't you saw how they pulled down statues and burned the temples? The cherished teachings of your grand Earth Sage would not be tolerated if you let them in."

A soldier suddenly rushed in, reporting that a commotion is occurring near the gate.

"Quick! Retrieve the governate seal!"

One of the ministers quickly went to the throne room. He walked out with a piece of carved jade, a physical symbol of the governor's power. The willingness of these ministers to hand it over to enemy shows the true extent of their loyalty.

"It's a shame," Temujin remarked. "I might need somewhere else to sell our wool."

The advisor grew confused. "Why so? We would still be around to organize the trade of Hao Jing."

"If you are still around," the Khan emphasized.

...

"You have to let them in!" Satchiko demanded.

The guards near the gate stopped her, forcing the girl back from the entrance. On the walls, more can be seen aiming their bows at the crowd of peasants outside, demanding the citizens to leave. In the face of a siege, such a request is simply suicidal.

Just as Satchiko is about to fight all the guards directly, Mayumi quickly intervened, stopping her sister from acting too rashly.

"Sirs, why can't the gate be open?" Mayumi asked in a more diplomatic manner, holding Satchiko firm by grasping the shoulder. "The space here is surely sufficient enough to house all of them. If we open the gates now, we can save those people before the enemies can reach here."

An injured officer, who lost an eye and one arm, soon clarified. The governor strictly ordered that anyone who dares to open the gate be executed. Furthermore, there were reports of disguised spies possibly hiding amongst the poorer citizens. Allowing all of them into the governor's personal residence will jeopardize the defense from within. "I saw what happened to the outer wall, and I was the lucky few to made it out alive. Even though I want to let the people in, the order cannot be overruled without the governor's permission."

The sound of unleashing arrows forced them all to turn to the wall. Satchiko stood horrified, her ears trembled by screams of terror and pain that lies just outside the gate. She even heard a child crying loudly, yet this simple sound mortified her beyond what was thought possible.

"Let them in!" Satchiko renewed her push to the gate. But a line of spears prevented her from reaching the wooden barricade. Much to Mayumi's fear, Satchiko instantly retrieved the remaining metal fan, briefly fighting the guards and managed to divert some attention away from the gate. Still injured with one shoulder and missing another metal fan, the Kyoshi Warrior cannot fight properly.

Capitalizing on this diversion, a man used a rope to descend from the battlement, reaching the unguarded gate. He gradually unlocked barrier, alerting the guards to his endeavor.

"Quick! Stop him!"

The officer nearby quietly placed his remaining hand on the subordinate's chest. Even the two sisters stopped temporarily, realizing that none of the guards are ordered by the one-armed officer to intervene.

The gate sprung open. People instantly flooded into the courtyard, harrowingly avoided the incoming horde of pillagers coming from the main street. The officer then ordered the entrance to be shut again right after the last citizen retreated behind the wall. Some soldiers were impaled by arrows that managed to shoot through the closing gap. The marauders cursed upon seeing the entrance being slammed shut. Despite this small setback, the governor's nephew does not dare to order another round of volley fire.

"There is no more escape!" yelled the man on the ostrich-horse. "Everyone inside can either submit to the Master or suffer the righteous consequences! No walls are powerful enough to stop the unshakable faith of those who shall usher the world into Eternal Balance!"

Compared to the surviving few guarding the governor's personal compound, the Acolytes of San Bao still have thousands in number. If they attack the gate now, the defenders can be easily overwhelmed even without traitors from within.

The nephew hurried down the wall in fear. Despite being mortified, he chastised the one-armed officer for opening the gate, an allegation that isn't true.

"Me and my men didn't disobey the governor's order," the officer said simply. From the position of technicality, someone else did it.

Before more accusations can be launched, everyone turned to the contingent of ministers marching towards the gate. To those who are somewhat educated on this matter, it is clear that they are aiming to surrender the city in hopes of preserving their lives. With the transfer of the governor's seal, it would signal of transferring power to the invaders.

"Ji Gongsheng has mismanaged the land and succumb to corruption of the court!" the senior minister boldly chanted to everyone in the massive courtyard. "His fatuous actions have caused great suffering to the people of the state. Instead of governing his land in a sagely manner, the governor spends his days drenched in wine and indulging in seductive flesh. Such unsightly ways have enraged the ancestors and the spirits. Thus, the heavens have mandated that a new sovereign be chosen to lead Hao Jing into prosperity."

Many simply stood in shock. Nobles and citizens alike are astounded by the news. While few of them held much loyalty to Ji Gongsheng, most are too afraid of the pillagers outside the gate.

"We are leaving," the Khan walked out of the palace, telling the Kyoshi Warriors to board the Sky-Bisons. "Once those senile old men open the gates, everyone else here would die. So long as some other lords within this state can reconquer the city, my people can still return to buy and sell."

If it wasn't for the governor's childish misuse of the signal beacons, large swathes of vassals and minor lords would have rallied to their capital's aid, easily quelling this unexpected horde.

But just like many uprisings, trying to retain control over a city can be just as difficult as taking one. The Khan expects the Acolytes of San Bao to eventually lose control over the city to another powerful individual within the state of Shang. Until then, the nomads will leave and allow all of it to settle down for a while.

"But we can't just let everyone else here to die!" Satchiko protested fiercely.

Mayumi gently hustled her to the side, describing the severity of the situation.

"Sister, we can't just remain here," she warned. "This isn't a matter that the likes of us should meddle in. Think about this, even if we remain here, what can we actually do?"

Satchiko looked around the courtyard. It felt wrong to simply abandon the surviving citizens. Even though they are all just strangers to her, leaving without helping is clearly a selfish act. There is no delusion as to what might happen to them if the gate is breached, and insisting to remain here would clearly go against her sister's demand.

"Satchiko, none of this is ever your fault, we are just people who are accidentally caught in this situation." Despite this attempt to reason with her sister, Satchiko still appears anxious. She is worried not for themselves but saddened by the fate of the locals.

The Khan is waving from a distance, likely irritated by Satchiko's indecisiveness. The younger sister walked forward, wondering if he would lend his strength to defend the people. It was an absurd request in the eyes of the chieftain.

"Absolutely not," the Khan stated blatantly. "Why would I risk the lives of my people in such a wanton manner? We are under no such obligation or oath to defend Hao Jing."

Satchiko tried to protest his apathetic attitude but was quickly refuted. Her sense of heroism meant nothing to the harsh nomad who already abandoned such pointless virtues.

"Young one, it's better to not provide help than to promise something that cannot be fulfilled," said Temujin. "I don't know these people. Why would I do anything for them if they have not done anything for me before?"

Mayumi placed a hand on Satchiko's shoulder, silently hinting that arguing with the nomad will not yield good results. There is also a concern that the nomads may not help them continue the journey to Ba Sing Se over this ordeal.

"Sister, you are brave, but you must not-"

"My, my, what an intriguing sight to behold!" Lu Buwei casually walked by. "It's cruel but escaping now would be the logical investment."

Shrewdly, he told Satchiko to not remain indecisive. Opportunities arrive like wind and escapes in the same manner. If one allows it to escape from the palm, it may never come back.

"Fighting may not yield a good return," the merchant hinted while sipping the wine.

Satchiko felt a strange sensation that demands her to make a choice, one in which the decision she wanted will conflict with all the rational adults. She glanced at Batu, who resided near the dead girl. The failure to save her still haunts the Kyoshi Warrior.

Mayumi took the initiative, gently pulling Satchiko towards the bison. But clearly, the younger sister hesitated. Upon being interrogated by the Khan on this indecisiveness, Satchiko remained silent, unsure how to reply. Of course, leaving Hao Jing now would be the safest and most logical choice. Whatever happens next here will not affect her own life. It would be false to claim that she does not wish to flee the destruction. The first taste of such unprecedented violence already felt sore, forcing the young warrior to ache for relief. But can she truly bear the guilt of abandoning others to potential doom?

It's frightening to stay and defend the people, which will certainly result in death. Yet, running away and leaving these people to their fate is a mortifying prospect that is somehow even more horrifying.

"Sister!" Mayumi shattered Satchiko's untimely contemplation. "What are you waiting for? Get on!" She forced her sister up the saddle, assuming the silence as acceptance to the situation's direness. Ganbaatar also grabbed Batu's deel and flung him to their steed.

The merchant observed, noticing the duo's varying priorities. The young tend to act bold, easily succumbing to the romantic ideals of heroism. But for those burdened with the duty of nurturing, such adventurous spirit felt foolish, an obstacle to protecting their immediate loved ones. At least the latter have a louder voice that dictates the terms.

"You are lucky," Lu Buwei said to Satchiko. "In the world of business, not everything can be clearly predicted. I made many miscalculations in the past that have cost me ounces of gold. As for you, this time you are spared from making a hard choice."

Not only did Satchiko reacted to that statement with confusion, Mayumi and Temujin also stared at the merchant, wondering why he blurted out such strange words.

Sound of distant fighting rejuvenated everyone. Nobles and peasants alike reacted with uncertainty as the noise of spears clashing is heard. War drums banged louder. Plenty of shouting ranged from outside the governor's walled compound. Just before anyone can inquire what is occurring beyond the gate, one of the guards screamed, calling all to duck their heads as a massive object flew over the wall.

A large disc, made entirely out of earth, smashed into a courtyard statue that resembles Ji Gongsheng. The fear of frightened citizens is contradicted by the cheering of the guards standing on the bastion. Satchiko looked at them. Despite ignorant of the development outside, she suddenly felt hopeful, knowing that somehow the local people would be spared from the violence.

Endless sound of fighting ensued. They could feel the ground quake as if massive objects are being hurled at the wall itself. Noise of earth smashing the ground is mixed with harrowing cries of death, all the while being accompanied by the sound of siege crossbows from a further distance. This unexpected symphony eventually ended with the sound of a sword chopping through flesh.

The state ministers all huddled together in the face of uncertainty. Upon being informed by one of the guards rushing down the fortification stairs, the senior official immediately demanded the gate to be opened.

"Fools!" Temujin growled at their action. He turned to the nomads who were responsible for flying their Sky-Bisons. "Get us up in the air, now!"

"My Khan, wait!" Jargal quickly said. "I don't think things are going to get worse. Those officials looked happy and excited!"

Even Mayumi slowly loosened her sense of urgency, gently stopped grasping Satchiko by the arm.

As the gates slowly opened, a file of fresh soldiers marched into the courtyard. It was the reinforcements from outside the state's capital. The mere sight of them incurred strong adulation from the surviving people of Hao Jing, whose safety was assured. At the head of this contingent is a mounted individual, whose blade is almost fully covered in red. All the remaining defenders of this city bowed to him, and so did the ministers, who are ever so grateful to his intervention.

"Marquess Shen Hou!" the oldest minister broke down in tears, thanking the noble lord for the timely reinforcement. "Had you not come, we would have all been punished by the ancestors for not protecting the tombs and temples!"

It was an elegant way of describing their doom by the hands of the acolytes, and treason. The many files of heavily armored soldiers are a clear indication that the marauders were no match for Shen Hou's army, which utilized plenty of Earthbenders amongst its ranks.

As the ministers wept tears of joy, a severed head is suddenly thrown at their feet, frightening the officials. Despite remaining far away, even Satchiko could feel her veins run cold. She recognized the head as the leader of the invading acolytes, who never chose to reveal his name.

The marquess then noticed the governor's seal held in one of the minister's hands. When trying to touch it, the ministers backed away slightly.

"Where is the governor?" the marquess demanded coldly.

...

Accompanied by heavily armored guards, the marquess and the ministers walked into the underground chamber that houses the metal vault. When the impenetrable door is opened from within, the surprised governor walked out to greet Shen Hou.

The ministers bowed to the shirtless Ji Gongsheng. A heavy stench of wine forced them to cover their noses. They didn't even dare to glance at the unclothed concubine, Bao Si, who stood nervously at the back of the vault. One can only imagine the desperate debauchery during the hour of utter hopelessness.

"Marquess of Shen!" Ji Gongsheng exclaimed with full gratitude. "No words can describe the depth of respect I have towards you! Clearly the ancestors have heard my prayers and chose to save me! As reward, I shall elevate you to a duke!"

The marquess remained silent as he stared at the piles of jade and gold filling the vault. When his soldier tried to carry them out, he stopped them.

"I see that you have prepared for your grave goods," Shen Hou said coldly, not even addressing the governor by his title. "Considering that you covet concubine Bao Si's disposition above that of my own daughter, then let this woman accompany you to meet the ancestors."

Ji Gongsheng grimaced. Suddenly, the marquess shoved the governor back into the metal vault. The ministers watched with horror as the soldiers of the marquess slammed the door, barracking it.

This obvious act of treason astounded the ministers.

"Marquess of Shen, what are you-"

"Dynastic change occurs like the four seasons itself," Shen Hou said. "But no matter who rules the land, the farmers should still farm, and the ministers should still fulfill their duties as loyal servants to the new sovereign. I may not be an Earth Sage, but isn't that the right way set by the heavens?"

The Mandate of Heaven is an idea that allows a fatuous and corrupt ruler to be justifiably overthrown, allowing the usurper to forge a new dynasty and claim legitimacy on the grounds of sagely morality. Usually, it is common for the ministers to be spared so that their skills as literati can used to assist the new righteous ruler. It is an idealistic concept, one championed by the ancient Earth Sages. But reality does not always conform to this rosy image.

"But what about your filial obligation to the governor?" one of the ministers chastised the treasonous words of Shen Hou. "How can someone like you ever hope to govern this state effectively when you don't even demonstrate the most basic morality?" He quickly quoted an important phrase taken from the ancient Earth Kingdom analects, an important philosophical text composed by the individual widely considered as the first grand Earth Sage. "Family is in essence a small nation, and the nation a large family. In treating his own family with dignity, a ruler learns to govern his nation with dignity!"

The treasonous marquess cannot help but chuckle at those words. He even playfully replied, claiming how comedic it is for these ministers to behave so loyal when the situation allows it.

"Funny how common you sagely scholars try to influence rulers with such ancient words," Shen Hou remarked. "If I remember clearly, the likes of you even imparted these wisdoms upon a certain Fire Lord, allowing Earth Kingdom's land to remain unreturned. But let me remind you all that it is not fratricide if other side no longer wishes to be in your family. If concubine Bao Si wishes to take my daughter's place, then she shall also inherit the role that will accompany the governor to the next life."

The nearby soldiers suddenly unsheathed their weapons, forcing the ministers to fear for their lives.

"I am a generous man," Shen Hou said in a casual manner. "I am open to sagely advices on how to rule the state in a kind and benevolent manner, assuming that the ministers have no other objection to a slight change of leadership. Why talk at the end of a blade when you can comfortably offer me advice in palaces? Swear your loyalty to me and you will retain your posts. Even better, I will even reward the allegiance handsomely."

Unlike the marauding army that was storming the governor's compound, Shen Hou is offering much more agreeable terms. What little loyalty that still remains in the governor's entourage succumbed to allure of wealth and the threatening blades.

The ministers bowed to the Marquess of Shen, presenting the governor's seal. As the new sovereign marvel the faint color of the jade, he sighed. It did not matter whether or not the treasure is made of the finest gold or gem, none of it can even come close to the ultimate symbol of rulership. For the sovereign that reigns over all of Earth Kingdom, the Heirloom Seal of the Realm stands above all in the field of prestige and legitimacy. While obtaining such unprecedented treasure is unthinkable in times of peace, an era ridden in turmoil have provided the opportunity, even a tiny ounce can intoxicate the ambition of many.

"Court historian," Shen Hou ordered.

One of the ministers presented himself, claiming to be the one responsible for the documentation of the state's history, both old and new. He is ordered to bring out an ink brush and a piece of parchment.

The Marquess of Shen, now the new governor of the state of Shang, cleared his throat. A long dictation ensued. Despite switching their allegiance, the gathered ministers are still astounded by the audacious power play.

"Years of poor harvests and mismanagement have sowed grievances amongst the people. Governor Ji Gongsheng indulged in wine, meat and women, incurring the wrath of the ancestors. The capital of Hao Jing, besieged by a discontent peasant rebellion, managed to breach the governor's compound. Surrounded on all sides with nowhere to escape, the governor burned himself and concubine Bao Si inside the palace. The ministers carried out his final will, instating the Marquess of Shen as new governor due to the lack of an heir."

The court historian almost dropped his ink brush after hearing the last part of the 'historical document'. Nonetheless, he finished writing what Shen Hou wish to convey to future generations. To survive and maintain their elevated place in society, the ministers must endure this humiliation. History might even perceive these officials as nothing but opportunistic individuals who lacks the loyalty preached by the Earth Sages, such people have dishonored the ancestors and their contribution to these lands.

Shen Hou then compiled multiple letters, using the governor's seal to cement their legitimacy. The many powers across the state of Shang will not stay idle as the capital is under attack. But if he moves swiftly to solidify his power, none will dare challenge him. Respecting the 'final wishes' of a dead leader is a virtue of Earth Kingdom culture, even if such values can be exploited from time to time.

The advisor finally stood out and asked a question that the rest do not dare to utter. "Marq- I mean governor, why did you ordered the court historian to write that Ji Gongsheng burned himself and concubine Bao Si? Wouldn't it be contradictory if the other vassals arrive to the city only to discover that the palace is still intact?"

Shen Hou smirked, placing a hand over the man who asked this question. "Wouldn't it be safer if we stand outside a burning building?"

...

The people watched as the pavilion palace and its surroundings are engulfed in fire. The wine pool and meat hanging trees are also not spared. But for the regular merchants and peasants, narrowly avoiding death is already a blessing that most are content with. As the sun began to set, the new governor surprised the starving people. His soldiers opened up Ji Gongsheng's personal granary, dispensing its grain reserves. Some of the pavilion's wooden pillars were used as fuel to create makeshift bonfires, cooking rice porridges to satiate the traumatized citizens.

In the aftermath of the chaos, strange news circulated around the refugees. The agitator named Mo Xi was nowhere to be found, likely left the city after being rescued by the besieging zealots. Even more bizarre is that a local harlot was discovered harboring spies from the Acolytes of San Bao, allowing the besiegers to gain access to the city's vital informations. For this treason, she was executed by one of Shen Hou's generals. All of this is inconsequential for the new governor, who needs to focus on demonstrating magnanimity to the masses.

Shen Hou walked through the courtyard, followed by Ji Gongsheng's former advisor and ministers. He mostly assured the merchants that nothing would be changed for this trading city. The advisor even personally introduced the more frequent traders, forging new ties and trust. Yet, this is also a great opportunity to slander certain individuals they may not find the most amicable.

Being the dedicated opportunist, Lu Buwei presented himself before Shen Hou. The advisor and ministers quickly showered the new governor with words of praise, claiming the indispensable importance of this particular jade and pearl merchant.

"Master Lu is perhaps the most seasoned businessman around!" the advisor said to Shen Hou in an enthusiastic manner. "He frequented many places. The grand city of Omashu, the edges of the Si Wong desert, and other cities such as Gao Ling and Zao Fu. I even heard that he travelled to the elusive city of Li Qian!"

Lu Buwei acted humbly, allowing the previously bribed ministers to perform what they are good at, talking.

The night continued as the governor familiarized himself with the more important merchants vital to Hao Jing's status as a rare trading hub. But there is also another matter that should be settled. After being briefed about the ritual's result, Shen Hou compensated the family members of the girl who died during the hecatomb. As a soldier handed a pouch of gold to the mother, she greedily snatched it. Unconsumed by the death of their kin, the girl's remaining family members celebrated their increase of wealth, laughing loudly.

Satchiko was shocked by this, which swiftly prompted Mayumi to reassure her.

"Sister, what you are seeing is just an anomaly," Mayumi spoon-fed the injured Satchiko with some rice porridge. "True family would never behave like this."

"Is that so?"

It wasn't Satchiko who asked that question. The armored figure sitting next to them seems to have a bleaker view of the situation. With only one arm left, he struggled to even bring the bowl of porridge to his maimed jaw.

The tired officer sighed, speaking bitterly. "The sages always preached about the importance of family and how the nation is like one big community. Sometimes, I wonder if that is a good thing or not. Just because someone is a member of your family does not mean they won't try to kill you. In an era like this one, how many wars have familial relations prevented? If there is anything, then it certainly isn't plentiful. Not all Earth Sages agree that humans are good by nature."

"As if you have the right to talk, didn't you and your men stood idle as the governor burned inside his palace?" Mayumi retorted. "What does this say about your loyalty?"

"I am loyal," the officer replied in a tired but calm way. "But blind loyalty isn't worth the price." He drank some wine before continuing. "My brothers and I should not humiliate ourselves by serving the incompetent, and that standard also applies to the Avatar. Like kings and governors, not even the Avatar should be spared from the Mandate of Heaven."

The two sisters were slightly confronted by the last part. One should not speak lightly about the most venerated figure in the world. It is sacrilege of the highest order.

"You sedentary folks speak too much, using all these fancy concepts to justify what they want," Ganbaatar arrived, pouring a cup of fermented milk for the officer.

"And I suppose you nomads prefer a more direct way of framing it?" The injured man tried the coarse beverage, surprisingly enjoying it.

Ganbaatar thought about it but chose not to discuss the spiritual matters that often influence political change. As a man who isn't a scholar, his response is blunt and simple, a great contrast to philosophers "If a hunter cannot bring back meat, then what use do they have? If a blade became blunt or broken, get another one. All this yammering about the Mandate of Heaven is stupid. That fatso named Ji Gongsheng was obviously too stupid to live. As for the last Avatar? Heh, she was simply too stupid and weak. Someone who can't even win a duel against an opponent without significant background is unworthy of respect. If a piece of pristine ice bashes itself against a pile of worthless dirt, everyone would be surprised if the ice is somehow shattered."

The injured officer burst out in light laughter, amused by the surprisingly decent analogy to describe that particular event.

"Since when was it considered possible for a mere human to kill the Avatar?" he lamented. "Anyhow, I suppose it is good riddance, it's not as if things can get any worse from that point on." A few surviving soldiers next to the officer simply stared at the bonfire in the middle. Despite the tragedy that occurred today, they don't seem too sad at all. It felt mundane, as if such horrors occurred regularly.

Satchiko gripped her fist, seething in anger as they spoke so casually about the venerated one. Mayumi's silent expression is a clear warning that arguing would only warrant unneeded consequences.

"It seems someone does not agree with what was being said," a voice froze the two sisters. "Speak your mind, perhaps I might be able to enlighten you with no avail."

It was the injured officer. He slurped some porridge while staring directly at the fire, eyes consumed by the dancing inferno. Despite focusing his eyes elsewhere, he can sense the rising indignation from the younger sister.

With this, Satchiko finally asked her question, much to Mayumi's concern. "I do not understand, why are you all speaking about the previous Avatar in such lightly manner? I doubt none of you were there when that great battle happened. Even those that were not present would never view this matter so disrespectfully."

"Nonsense!" one of the resting soldiers retorted. Despite losing one leg during the assault, he still spoke fiercely. "Officer Chen was nearby when the previous Avatar failed to kill the-"

"It is a taboo to mention his name," the one-armed officer said calmly.

The whole circle suddenly fell quiet, as if they are being watched from afar.

Ganbaatar drinks his fermented milk as they waited Chen to continue. It is revealed that the officer used to be a member of a sacred order that protects the Avatar. It was a prestigious organization that is supposed to be composed of the finest individuals around the world, with great fighters and teachers all to assist the Avatar's journey to mastering their full potential.

But despite being stationed near the site, Chen claimed that he never witnessed the actual battle between the Avatar and that powerful foe.

"We were told not to intervene. We believed that the Avatar would easily prevail. But the aftermath was... chaotic, both of them died that day, so I guess it was a draw. Of course, whoever managed to defeat the Avatar did so at the expense of their own life. But how was it possible to kill a living deity, that is another question worth answering."

The message was simple. The Avatar's death felt unglamourous, too unexpected of an entity who can harness the raw powers of all four elements. Even for past Avatars who succumbed during their duty, it is always depicted as heroic sacrifices when battling against exceedingly powerful odds, such as evil spirits.

Since childhood, Satchiko always reveres the strength of the incarnates. To witness their full elemental potential would be the same as courting death itself. But it was always clear that the Avatar is far above the power of what a normal person can obtain. No matter how hard one trains, there is no possibility for anyone to even come close to the advantages held by an Avatar. One does not challenge nature and get away with it.

Which is why Satchiko would accept no other alternatives except for a killer who is not human at all.

"Nevertheless, you can't just speak about the Avatar in such a disrespectful manner," Satchiko emphasized. "The whole point of having an Avatar is so that they can maintain balance!"

"And sadly, they are chosen by birth, not merit," Chen added, even glancing at the guard captain who is prostrating before the new governor. "Face it, it might all just be about luck. Since when can the people choose who becomes the Avatar? It is unlucky that the previous one thought it would be good idea to divide the realm into shattered pieces. To this day, I still wonder why people even listened. But then again, having a string of child monarchs on the throne of Ba Sing Se isn't going to end well for us either. Look around you, child, what legacy do you see in the previous Avatar? Would any of this be possible under a realm that is still united by the old banner? The common people would rather pray to the wise and benevolent Yang Chen, someone far older than that child from the Sole Pole."

Satchiko glanced around the courtyard. It is clear that the people do not enjoy wars and instability. Most barely have enough to eat. It is obvious that not all Avatars are viewed in an equal manner, some more venerated than others. But as a devotee to Kyoshi, she refuses to condemn an incarnate following their founder.

Ganbaatar rose up, deciding to play along with this view. "But there is one thing people can do," he held his saber, marveling at the steel. "Change of leadership. Kill the incompetent idiot in charge and replace them with someone that actually knows what they are doing. At least there is some control in this aspect."

Mayumi firmly grasped Satchiko's wrist, warning that disputing such sacrilegious statement would not bode well with the nomads. They still need them to travel all the way to Ba Sing Se. While Ganbaatar's coarseness was a blunt and violent statement, it is not out of the ordinary. No one else seems interested in correcting his impulsive words, even if most people of the world do perceive the Avatar in deep religious veneration. For the nature of power is cruel and unforgiving. Just today they witnessed a treasonous usurpation within Hao Jing. But the people didn't cry, nor did they miss Ji Gongsheng's old rule. Out of sheer convenient, the locals abandoned him the moment an acceptable alternative presented itself. It is also revealed that even Ji Gongsheng's own nephew has forsaken him, pledging allegiance to the new governor. Shen Hou rewarded the guard captain with a generous fief within the city, all in exchange for the official military post. In this case, familial bond did not prevail in the face of personal interest. After the distribution of the granary, many citizens seem content with the sudden coup. At least the poorest farmers are not starving anymore.

"You don't need to worry much about this," Chen said to Satchiko. "The march of time will erode your blind loyalty to the Avatar just like how it did to me. But if you do want something to feel hopeful about, some people believe that the Avatar might still reincarnate somewhere on this continent. A guru in the Western Air Temple even made a prophecy about it."

Satchiko isn't too sure how to even react to such pessimistic attitude. Seeing Chen, who was once a loyal defender of the Avatar spreading such sacrilegious words, it is confronting. She decided to escape the conversation by delivering some porridge to Batu. Mayumi cautioned this, reminding Satchiko about the shoulder injury.

With her sister gone, Mayumi engaged in some more problematic conversations, particularly about the new changes around this city.

"By the way," Mayumi directed at Ganbaatar. "How are the Khan chosen? I heard from Khenbish that anyone can be the chieftain."

"By general assembly, we just choose the one that makes sure we don't starve to death," Ganbaatar clarified. "Say, why did you ask that?"

From a distance, they can see the new governor speaking with the Khan. Based on their disapproving expressions, it does not suggest an amicable meeting. With a crisis and change of leadership, this is an ample opportunity for the powerful ministers rid many merchants that may have displeased them in the past. It seems that Temujin was not spared in the crossfire. They can hear how the ministers are praising Lu Buwei for staying behind but chastised the Khan for initially wanting to abandon the city to its fate.

...

"Hey, I got you some porridge," Satchiko offered. Despite an injured across one shoulder, she still tried to hold an extra bowl of dinner.

Batu, being the lover of meat, naturally have been disgusted by the idea of eating stale rice porridges. But unexpectedly, the little boy accepted it, even began eating as if he has been starving for days.

Satchiko simply sat nearby, finding it difficult to eat as the lifeless body of the teenage girl lay right in front of them. One of the city's soldiers was gracious enough to place a blanket over it, covering the entire face. But that did little to mitigate their sorrow. Batu revealed that this is the first serious battle he participated in. Likewise, Satchiko herself has never witnessed such a horrific day in her life. Most of Hao Jing's guards are totally astonished when they discover a teenage girl and a little boy fighting in the conflict, obviously not expecting juveniles to willingly expose themselves to the carnage.

"Your parents and sister, I am sure they are very worried about you," Satchiko slowly said to the voracious boy, who is desperately trying to drown his throat with the porridge. He has an uncomfortable expression. Even a naive Kyoshi Warrior would recognize that it isn't normal for mere children to both kill and witness death all in the same day. In his eyes, there is a sense of guilt. Yet, Satchiko felt he has experienced this previously. As for herself, today's horrors have shaken her to the very core. So much chaos has transpired in so little time. How can she ever reconcile with the failure to save even one life?

"I didn't even get to know her name," Satchiko lamented sadly.

"Her name is Suan Ming, and she was supposed to be my successor," an old, crooked voice, creeping behind the two juveniles. "But in the end, she truly did care for her family's survival."

Satchiko and Batu got up to greet the old fortuneteller, who stated that such formalities are pointless. Apparently, the new governor released her from the dungeon, even reinstating her as the city's main shaman. But there is little to celebrate. The elderly woman slowly arrived before the dead body, whispering a few words.

"It's time to send her off," Meng said. She requested a few guards to carry the body to the dedicated tombs just outside the city, but they soon informed her that the piece of land has been sold to outsiders. At this point, Ji Gongsheng may as well have truly incurred the wrath of the ancestors. With nowhere else to use, the old shaman can only perform a simple cremation ritual near the section of the courtyard where other causalities are being handle. It is even more unfortunate that this teenager's own family didn't even bother to grieve this loss.

Satchiko felt it is only correct to attend this, seeing that it was her fault for failing to save this teenager. Batu, who previously questioned the idea of sharing the snacks he bought, now placed one of his remaining collections amongst the cremation sites. Upon being inquired by Meng, he stated that it is a 'grave good'.

"Not the most impressive items I have seen, young one," Meng said in a very mundane manner.

Batu nodded, accepting this easily. "I know, you probably seen gold and other priceless objects. What I gave is nothing compared to that jade necklace, but I felt she might like the snack."

The old hag allowed it. The little boy placed the skewered syrup hawthorn fruits into the girl's cold hand. They observed quietly as a soldier lit a fire onto the small stack of logs, cremating the blanket covered body.

As they silently stared at the fire withering away the body, Satchiko wondered why Batu, of all people, chose to stay behind and join the fray. Clearly there was an order for the other herdsmen to evacuate. It was even more disturbing that he actually managed to kill a person. Upon being asked, he seemed hesitant to answer, perhaps ashamed that his childish endeavor to appear courageous have resulted in the unnecessary death of someone else.

"I... I just wanted to fight, to show everyone that I can," the little boy spoke in a somewhat timid tone. "I wanted to be a man but..."

The fire cracked and burned, consuming the dead body.

"She didn't know who I was, why would she make a sacrifice just to save me?" Batu asked, confused and saddened. "If she just did nothing, at least she would have lived."

Satchiko has no words for that. Obviously that teenager girl was not a trained warrior. Yet, she did not think twice before saving Batu from being impaled.

Aunt Meng explained, trying to enlighten the two naive children. "A death in order to protect others is a death worthy of praise. One need not pick up a blade to be remembered as a hero." She sighed, performing some more procedural rituals onto the other cremating bodies.

As the night went on, Satchiko and Batu returned to the Khan.

Judging by the unusually rough facial expression, it was obvious that the chieftain suffered from some slight done against him. None of the nomads dare to question, but even the most boorish of them would recognize that the new governor might have expelled from the city.

Unceremoniously, they walked out of the governor's compound, and Satchiko was not ready to witness the aftermath.

Despite trying her best to deny it before, the stench of rotting corpses is now fully exposed before her eyes. While the Kheshigs walked on without care, Satchel struggled to even stand, frightened by the sight of mutilated dead in the most horrific forms.

She has a hard time controlling her breathing, closing her eyes and dare not to imagine more. The warrior would have screamed if not for the welcomed intervention of someone else.

"I got you, sister," Mayumi reassuringly placed one hand on Satchiko's back. She used the other to cover Satchiko's eyes, slowly guiding her to the city's outer gate.

It was a long and difficult walk of course. Since the younger sister is too afraid to even open her eyes, Mayumi helped them both to avoid the countless dead bodies that littered the streets. As for the little boy, Batu simply walked alongside them, not speaking much.

"We are finally out," Mayumi said gently.

Satchiko opened her eyes in a very hesitant manner. Despite her sister's reassurance, they actually walked longer than anticipated. Mayumi intentionally guided her further from the city until the aftermath of the battle is no longer visible. Yet, from a distance, they can all see a single individual walking out of the gate.

"Hey, it's that Lu Buwei fellow," Ganbaatar said.

Temujin didn't say anything as everyone is ordered to prepare a short journey. Most nomads are preoccupied with loading whatever belongings they didn't lose back onto the Sky-Bisons, the rest of the tribe is camped elsewhere.

Satchiko waited, realizing that the merchant is surprisingly walking towards their location. Behind him are many people from his own entourage, picking up arrows that were used in the defense. Some are literally torn from dead acolytes. Mayumi is wary of this merchant's real intentions.

"Never waste a good opportunity," Lu Buwei casually said, perhaps already guessed what Mayumi is about to inquire. "I had my employees doing some trinket collecting. Who knows, maybe selling them to someone who expended their stockpile would make quite the profit."

Selling weapons is indeed a rather lucrative venture, and a shrewd opportunist like Lu Buwei would certainly see a desolated situation like this as a one-time bonus. Thousands of crossbow arrows were used during the battle today, reselling them to the new governor's army would be an easy task. It's either genius or extremely dangerous.

"Of all the people that suffered today, you seemed to be the least affected," Mayumi said harshly.

The merchant's trade in the city was safe from expulsion. But even he didn't receive any additional privileges.

"I am a businessman," the merchant stated the obvious. "In this chaotic world, people like me should be the least of your concerns."

The morning sun gradually rise above the mountains, shining the land that was once at least somewhat peaceful. But as time have proven, not even a relatively undisturbed Hao Jing can escape the scourge of conflict. Rumors already spread around the survivors that it was one of Lu Buwei's men who opened the gate. Naturally, this probably self-serving investment saved countless inhabitants from being butchered by the fanatical marauders.

While Mayumi maintained her strict suspicion towards this cunning merchant, Satchiko does not mind too much of this act. Perhaps behind every generous deed, there are still selfish motives that are inalienable.

"You there, if I am not wrong, your purpose to Ba Sing Se is to become a student, right?" Lu Buwei's question is directed at Satchiko, who still have not recovered from the horrors earlier. It seems that this merchant is never the most self-aware individual when dealing with danger. "Consider this as mere a verbal suggestion, but I am interested in investing in any students who are venturing there under Xuan Zang's invitation. Since these young minds are going to study under prominent Earth Sages, some financial assistance would be helpful." He withdrew a tiny pouch, shaking it gently to hint at the gold currency inside. It is obvious that the man alone has accumulated more wealth than their home village.

A small bag of gold can easily cover any expenses in Ba Sing Se. It would definitely value more than the copper and shell currencies given by their parents. Before Satchiko can even be allowed utter her own response, Mayumi instantly declined. While the practice of economically investing a young student is not outrageous, this is obviously a method for lowly merchants to curry favor, ingratiating themselves. After all, such a tactic is commonly demonstrated upon individuals who have a chance to become heads of states. As a reader who penchants history, Mayumi spotted this attempt from miles away.

"Merchant, my sister and I are daughters of individuals who live a frugal but content life," Mayumi harshly rebuked Lu Buwei. "I will be straightforward with you. Our homeland is neither big nor blessed with rich resources. Even if that is the case, there is absolutely no guarantee that one of us would even be chosen to inherit the position of our parents. All we have are little wooden huts and fish, no palaces that are worthy for monarchs. Thus, I see no merit in giving us loans which we cannot even hope to repay."

That last part is more than an understatement. Folks from Kyoshi Island can sustain themselves with fishing and the occasional trading with mainland farmers. Despite being born into a family of prominent individuals, they are still just peasants when compared to the lords and monarchs within powerful mainland cities.

With all of this in mind, someone like Mayumi is aware that Lu Buwei is well connected, and likely has a grand plan for his own ambition. If he intends to become a minister or chancellor of a powerful state, such as Omashu, cultivating personal ties with the correct individuals would be paramount. In most cases, becoming friends or benefactors with the crown prince is the gold standard to forge such political connections.

"We are a humble people," Mayumi emphasized again. "I ask you to perhaps bother someone who is actually related to royalty."

The merchant nodded once, somewhat impressed with the older sister's keen mind. Batu only remained silent, admitting that he may never comprehend such forms of communication.

One of the merchant's attendants arrived, bringing a small clay jar of wine for him to quench the thirst. Lu Buwei reminded the Kyoshi Warriors, reiterating that he isn't exactly content with settling for monarchs.

"Investment is risky," he sighed. "One wrong move and your whole world crumbles. While other merchants of my caliber may see forging connections with royalties as the pinnacle of profit, I am interested in attempting an even more dangerous venture which dwarfs a king's ransom. One that sat between a sovereign throne and the heaven itself. I am mere merchant, not an Earth Sage mentor, so I believe my chances of survival would be higher than the last man who tried this." He sipped some wine, allowing the sisters to process those very cryptic words. Not even Mayumi is confident enough to understand what this merchant is even talking about. He then turned to Mayumi. "Humble is a subjective word, and power is a fickle thing. Powerless kings can be born in the most lavish palaces built in most grand city on this world. Likewise, history's most famous heroes are born with nothing but rotting straw huts."

"What does all of that even mean?" Jargal asked. The hunter was standing nearby while the others are still preparing their steeds. "You sedentary folks always speak so complicated. How is anyone who is not a scholar be able to understand anything you say?"

Lu Buwei laughed, but not to insult the nomad, he is simply amused. "It just means that if I know a seller of straw sandals might one day become a powerful warlord who contends for the throne of Ba Sing Se, it would be wise to at least consider making myself their benefactor. Risky investment venture, but a large reap of profit if successful." He looked back at the Kyoshi Warriors, remarking their naive minds. "Don't forget, the one you two venerate was born with nothing. Anyone who can potentially rise above the ruins of an empire is worthy of Lu Buwei's investment."

Mayumi's hand silently reached for handle of her blade, preparing to unsheathe if needed. There are certain secrets within their island that outsiders shouldn't know under normal circumstances. As the eldest daughter of the village's matron, only a few safely guarded information is divulged. Most people are oblivious to certain details about their beloved Avatar Kyoshi.

"I see that you are quite knowledgeable," Mayumi said, masking her rising suspicion towards him. This pearl and jade merchant is certainly no simple individual. Perhaps there are valid reasons why Earth Sages designate the merchant class as the lowest in the social order.

Lu Buwei offered to loan a small bag of gold, even going as far as maybe giving it to them without interest. But once again, Mayumi declined. Both sisters refuse to trust this stranger that randomly believes children of a rural fishing village is a better investment than chosen heirs to powerful states. This is all too suspicious.

"Don't believe him!" Jargal hushed quietly at the two sisters. "I think he is trying to scam you!"

"Jargal, he can still hear you," Batu sighed.

Satchiko finally spoke, reinforcing Mayumi's earlier candid statement.

"We have no power or fame, and we likely never will," Satchiko said in a realistic manner. "The reason why we are even heading to Ba Sing Se is because someone there invited us. I am just using this as an opportunity to learn Earthbending. But still, you are not the worst person we encountered so far. At least you are not that governor from the state of Yi. But if by some miracle we did become people with a lot of power, perhaps we might consider helping with whatever request you got."

Mayumi rolled her eyes. Obviously, this is just an empty promise to get rid of the annoying jade and pearl merchant. Someone of Lu Buwei's caliber clearly is not interested in trading with Kyoshi Island, which only sells freshly caught fish and the occasional kelp. Nevertheless, the merchant is somehow satisfied by Satchiko informal agreement. Lu Buwei also cannot help but laugh upon being reminded of that specific governor. It seems that the state of Yi does not have the best reputation amongst folks on the continent.

"He did have a habit of always trading exclusively with the United Republic, the land of Yi is blessed with rich resources, but I doubt they can harness it properly," Lu Buwei mused. "Very well then, I can only express my thanks to your reassurance."

They turned to leave, but the merchant asked Satchiko one last question.

"What will you do if you encounter the earlier situation again?" he asked. "Flee or fight?"

Satchiko didn't even look back as they boarded the Sky-Bisons. Lu Buwei stood there, gazing at the horizon as the Kyoshi Warriors and the nomads disappeared into the distance. Within the mind of labyrinth, new schemes and calculations would be needed to exploit the next opportunity into profit.

His eyes remained fixed on the city gate, pondering the potential successors in the aftermath of today's upheaval. After the chaos, the new power dynamic presents a tantalizing prospect. A sly smile crept across his face.

"People with aspirations are predictable, and predictable situations are profitable," Lu Buwei said. He contemplated the intricate web of power and influence that awaited him within the city's walls. While it was Shen Hou who took the seat of power, it would be meaningless if the city's populace is all dead. With members of the court already lured to his side, it would be easy to forge some new connections.

Lu Buwei fiddled with the extra bag of gold coin that he hadn't used, wondering if the new governor has any potential successors who are vulnerable to charisma and money. Temporarily making himself this state's chancellor would be a good investment.

But should there be an even more worthy option, he intended to be at the center of it.

…

It did not take long for them all to return to a forest on the other side of Hao Jing's river. Of course, both reckless juveniles were thoroughly disciplined. Especially Batu, who couldn't escape his mother's wrath.

The Khan sat silently within his personal tent. Alone and without trusted warriors or elderly advisors, only a lone shaman sat nearby.

"It was indeed a mistake to not side with that Shen Hou earlier," Temujin lamented. "Perhaps even an informal reassurance would have sufficed."

Despite trying to avoid the messy power struggle, it still became futile. Exacerbated by the slandering from the ministers, the governor's suspicion became too much for him to bear. While Ji Gongsheng may be a buffoon who lacks the wits to run the state, at least his complacency allowed the Kheshig to sell their wool in the capital. But now, being expelled by a new paranoid leader meant a vital source of trade has been cut off.

"I doubt the tribe would easily overlook this," Temujin emptied a bowl of fermented milk before throwing the container aside in frustration.

"My Khan, you must search for a new fresh pasture," the shaman advised. "Luckily, the Eternal Sky has blessed us with a new opportunity, since our two guests are also heading to Ba Sing Se."

Despite the slightly cryptic wording, the Khan knows better than anyone in the tribe about this alternative trade route. Ba Sing Se is perhaps one of, if not the most important settlement on the continent. Even after the great fracture, it is still considered a powerful state on its own right. Many scholars would consider it a 'hegemon' following the dissolution of Earth Kingdom's central rule. Such entities like this have existed across history, where certain states across a divided Earth Kingdom have attained the zenith of their power, both in martial might and political prowess. It is only natural that they enforce their will onto smaller neighbors, and that includes trade.

"The petty sages of Omashu foiled our endeavors in their city. Those ministers love portray themselves as supporters of the king and ward off the barbarians. Do you believe we would have an easier time up north?" Temujin asked the shaman. It is hard for nomads to establish trade with sedentary cities, which is why Hao Jing is so valuable. In chaotic times like this, trade is conducted in the face of wars, limiting their options to four or five across this vast continent. If the ruler of a state is indeed sagacious, then they would be open to new trade opportunities. But it is clear that the Earth Sages are less than flattering when dealing with nomads and merchants. For the Kheshig's case, they are both.

"The scholarly prowess of Omashu are not to be trifled with, as they certainly have more Earth Sages than anywhere on this world," the shaman cautioned. "Ba Sing Se's nobles may be even more deceitful and cunning, but business is still business. There is a good reason why that city is the former capital of the whole continent."

Temujin contemplated. Thus far, the whole tribe are not aware of their loss of trade in Hao Jing. But word will slowly spread around. Without a concentrated settlement to sell their wool, commodities made by the sedentary people would be much harder to come by. This circumstance does not mean his people will starve to death, as food can still be garnered from the wild and cheese made from Sky-Bison milk. But such a life is neither comfortable nor reflective of a satisfying tenure. Since livelihood dominates who becomes a leader, then next Kurultai would be difficult if he does not find a worthy replacement for Hao Jing.

"The journey would be dangerous and difficult, but since we promised to take our guests to Ba Sing Se, it is only natural that I make this attempt." Temujin grabbed another bowl of fermented milk to drown his frustration.

The shaman waited patiently. Obviously, the trade problem is not the only issue for the Khan. Today they encountered an old enemy. And since old painful wounds did not heal, failure to satisfy that vengeance is understandably infuriating. Temujin smashed multiple clay bowls, venting the conjuring anger. But at last, the Acolytes of San Bao are too numerous. Even a small rural band of these fanatical cultists can dwarf every remaining Kheshig tribesmen. As the rulers across the now fractured Earth Kingdom fought amongst themselves, almost none of them perceive this new spiritual movement in a threatening light.

"All it takes is one, one person's lunacy to kill tens of millions." Temujin complained, pointing his finger to the roof. "May the Eternal Sky smite down such individuals before history can give them a name."

"Be careful my Khan," the shaman quickly said in a quiet tone. "With all due respect, you may be just as susceptible to the same curse you wish upon the scoundrel those acolytes serve."

That statement surprised the Khan, who almost lashed out. But he refrained in the end, knowing he too is a man with enough power to scorch the pages of history. As a wise man once said, history isn't lenient to its subjects.

"And speaking of the guests," the shaman intentionally changed the subject. "There seems to be some problem with their origins."

The old man retrieved two parchments from his sleeve. With bony hands, he opened them before the Khan, who is understandably caught off guard.

"One of our tribesmen found them on a wall inside Hao Jing," the shaman continued. "Of course, such incriminating parchment would be dangerous for your tenure. It would be quite inconvenient to be seen harboring fugitives."

Temujin examined the papers carefully. It is unmistakable, these wanted posters depicts the two guests with their face paints. The only thing hard to believe is the exorbitantly high reward from the state of Yi. Not even the wasteful Ji Gongsheng would be so prodigal with precious money.

"Two audiences would be watching, your people and the other sedentary rulers," the shaman emphasized. "I believe you will understand the consequences if anyone knows. I already ordered the one who discovered these parchments to remain silent, so as to spare you the trouble. As your most trusted adviser, I believe it is unwise to keep the guests around. Inform the two of their status as an excuse for abandonment. At the expense of your honor, you may assure a higher chance at securing a new endeavor in Ba Sing Se. I believe someone of your experience and stature as a former White Lotus would know about a particular group of people behind Ba Sing Se's walls. Although the current generation is still young, they are not naive. They would certainly be far more efficient than the senile ones who failed to stop Hou Ting's assassination."

The Khan pondered carefully, weighing his options. Personal honor is useless to those who lost power. Although he is a formidable warrior, nomads can never compete with the sedentary folks in the realm of palace intrigue. It also happens that Ba Sing Se is also home to one of the world's most frightening organization. Deception and assassination would be the bane if he chose to step within that city. Which is why the shaman is reasonably concerned over their two 'fugitive' guests.

"So long we are not seen with those two when walking through Ba Sing Se's gate, no one can fault us," Temujin suggested. "Feign ignorance."

The shaman looked at his leader silently, choosing not to dispute. Despite the simplicity of this plan, the scale and depth of Ba Sing Se's intelligence gathering is simply beyond a normal person's meagre comprehension. It would not be a surprise if the city is already aware that a tribe of nomads are heading there, carrying two wanted criminals from the state of Yi.

"The people of Ba Sing Se are not omnipotent," Temujin said. "Unless they are somehow granted a vision from the Eternal Sky, mere humans would not be aware of this, at least not immediately."

The shaman did not approve or denounce this fair statement. But as nomads, they cannot embroil themselves into any more local affairs than needed.

The Khan stared at the wanted poster of Satchiko. Even without guessing, he already knew it was likely her impulsive nature that warranted the state of Yi's wrath. "This one in particular is brave, but too foolish sometimes," he said to the shaman.

"Aren't we all just like that at some point in our lives?" the elder replied.

Temujin withdrew a piece of parchment on his own. He requested to borrow the shaman's messenger bird. After some extensive writing, the letter and wanted posters are attached to the eagle's leg.

"Where do you intend to send this?" asked the shaman.

"An island somewhere near the southern coasts," the Khan said. "It's not on the map, but the bird does not need it."

He released the messenger after exiting the tent.

…

In a room filled with hanging scriptures and sutras, a lone monk sat amongst the piles of stone idols. Almost every artifact here is inscribed in an ancient language that the folks of the Earth Kingdom cannot understand. Ancient incantations are written in a manner that is vastly differently to the calligraphy styles of Earth Kingdom scholars, making the deciphering process exceedingly difficult.

Of course, the Earth Kingdom are not exactly considered the most ascetic compared to the rest of the bending nations. Ancient deities and traditions were often translated to fit the local culture, changing clothes, names and even gender. Due to the vastness of the continent, the spirituality of people also varied. While the more orthodox members who preached a humbler path to spiritual enlightenment, others may argue that the path does not truly matter if it still leads to the same destination. The champions of the 'Greater Vehicle' philosophy chose to delay their own salvation just to help others around the world, even if the belief is suddenly centered closer to earthly tethers and prosperity.

The Air Nomads of old, once the embodiment of spiritual enlightenment, has been destroyed in the fire of wanton ambition. While that violent fire has been extinguished mostly to a shimmering spark, the tradition that was destroyed is almost irrecoverable. What does the world have left in order to restore the ancient way of life that was once living within the four Air Temples? The last Airbender alone would not be enough, as the ancient teachings must live on in one way or another.

Filled with the aroma of burning incense sticks, the monk quietly translated segments of an ancient sutra. This is a delicate task, but one that can play no small role in reviving ancient traditions that were lost. But this peace is inevitably disturbed.

Heavy footstep echoed from the room's entrance. Despite the effort to lessen the force on his legs, the creaking of the wood was still rather loud. A large figure blocked the doorway. In came another bald man ridden with a thick beard. The large stack of letters is carefully tacked in his muscular arms.

"Master Xuan Zang, more students from the east of the Earth Kingdom have accepted the invitation." He laid down the scrolls onto a table near the monk, who will deliberate onto them after a few more sessions of translating Air Nomad sutras.

Despite the massive pile of return parchments that confirms their attendance to Ba Sing Se university, Xuan Zang is deeply aware that it only amounts to a quarter of what was expected. In an era of constant warring, not even children of nobles are willing to risk their lives just to venture far away from their domain. Many factors also influenced this. While this city has so far remained almost untouched by the chaos outside its walls, the petty states and warlords are understandably suspicious of its true intentions. Offering free tutorage for young people with Earthbending will inevitably incur some caution. After all, Ba Sing Se is the capital of the Earth Kingdom for a large part of its history. Sending the heirs and young talents to study in this institution might be perceived as relegating oneself as an inferior.

"Thank you, Wu Jing," Xuan Zang said to his disciple. He put down his ink brush, leaving the hanging sutra parchments and examined the return letters. It's disappointingly few. "While many people find it enticing to study under Ba Sing Se's Earth Sages, it is unfortunate that we have attracted fewer students this year."

Although Ba Sing Se university is a world class institution, it does not necessarily mean it is the most influential on this war-torn continent. There are many Earth Sages in a grand city like this one who can serve as lecturers and teachers of complicated subjects, but another city shines equally if not more in this aspect.

Historically, the city of Omashu is famous for its capable sages. Under the tenure of the benevolent and graceful Queen Guo Xun, the city attracted many scholars to her court while Ba Sing Se persecuted its sages. That was a long time ago. But her legacy has allowed Omashu to enjoy a strong presence of scholars and Earth Sages. Even today, many talented scholars studied or were born there.

"Comparing ourselves with Omashu does not bring us closer to forgoing all earthly attachments. While it is true that they are more prestigious, their ability to attract more talented scholars should not distract us on the path to enlightenment." Xuan Zang emphasized. The timely translation of ancient sutras is obviously a greater importance than making Ba Sing Se a better destination for aspiring scholars. "But I am slightly concerned if Omashu is the first one to locate the one."

Wu Jing closed his eyes and nodded gently. While the Avatar is supposed to maintain balance and uphold justice, the idea of exploiting an incarnate for earthly political gains is not unheard of. An ambitious despot can easily monopolize the Avatar by simply manipulating them. All it takes is for the incarnate to be a childish buffoon who falls for everything little trick.

"The current King of Omashu is considered sagely amongst his peers. A prestigious painter, but…" The disciple dares not to finish.

Most monarchs tend not to disclose what happens within their inner palaces. But occasionally, word slips from eunuchs and servant girls gradually made its way to lowly inns where the commoners gossip. Of course, rumors are just rumors. As people who gave up everything and journeyed west for the sake of enlightenment, they need not indulge in the corrupt activity known as politic.

Xuan Zang opened the first parchment of the pile, and then the next. Most are children of rural village chieftains or heirs of city governors. The pretense is to teach Earthbenders about philosophies from the university's Earth Sages. Doing this can foster some ties with the states beyond the walls, but there is also a chance of being the first people to locate the one.

"Wu Jing, I felt you have something else to say," Xuan Zang picked up the ink brush after finished examining the letters. While translating another paragraph of sutras into Earth Kingdom script, he can sense his disciple bearing a face of discomfort.

"Your student received news from the venerable Master Tenzin. He sent two Airbenders to the region nearby, hoping to provide aid." Wu Jing's tone is slightly tensed, clearly not that of ease. Obviously, anyone who saw a glimpse of the horror just outside the city would find it hard to stomach. As ascetics who vowed to end the cycle of suffering, they are no stranger to tragedies. Many noble Air Nomads of old are remembered for their good deeds performed for the unfortunate common folks. "He hopes that you may provide rest for the two in Ba Sing Se, temporarily."

"Accommodation is expected," Xuan Zang said. "I am certain Abbot Du Hongjian would be able to provide additional rooms to our young guests."

Wu Jing nodded with hesitation. He remarked on how his mentor can easily guess the age of the two Airbenders.

"It is commendable that so many young Airbenders are delaying their spiritual salvation just to help others," Xuan Zang praised. "But remember, Wu Jing, we may not have ability to move the current around us, but that does not mean pilgrims like us are any less valuable."

The master monk recited the more recent history. The venerable Avatar Aang narrowly preserved the Air Nomad culture by cultivating a new group of non-bending acolytes who sought spiritual enlightenment. They learned and studied Air Nomad texts their whole lives, most being even more proficient than those who were suddenly given the power to bend air. Many folks today even often confuse these humble acolytes as actual Airbenders, an honest mistake that can befall even the most intelligent people.

One does not need to be born an Airbender to be a pilgrim. Even the richest kings can choose to give up everything and live a life as an ascetic. There is a reason why Air Nomad philosophy influenced even the wealthiest nobles from the Earth Kingdom and Fire Nation.

"Wu Jing, make sure you notify the abbot about this so that he can make the necessary arrangements," Xuan Zang said while remaining focused on the translation work. "While I admire their dedication to help others to alleviate suffering, these young Airbenders still need guidance. Their enthusiasm is commendable, but I always felt the Air Acolytes can assist these new disciples into better understanding the more spiritual aspects of our philosophy. Sometimes I do fear those young novices are neglecting this."

The concept of the 'Greater Vehicle' is delaying one's own spiritual enlightenment in order to help others in attaining the same state of salvation. Many venerated Air Nomads precisely prolonged their own spiritual journey just to help others alleviate the cycle of suffering. In ancient times, it is rare to see Air Nomads traveling around the world. For it is a blessing to even be able to take a glimpse of the monks who rarely venture out of their secluded temples. To undermine the influence of Air Nomad philosophy and 'Greater Vehicle' is to deny the many ancient temples, shrine and statues that have been built on this vast continent. Even today, there are countless statues of the Yang Chen Avatar, a beloved individual whose legacy remains ever so venerated amongst the Earth Kingdom masses. The mostly poor peasants may not spend their days meditating and chanting sutras, but they can still receive salvation by venerating the idols of great Air Nomads who became deities in their own right. In this particular worldview, the path to enlightenment is not restricted to one.

"The Earth Kingdom is experiencing great suffering," Xuan Zang commented. "Providing accommodation for these young minds is the least we can do. I am personally grateful to Tenzin's efforts.

Master Xuan Zang lifted his brush to write a line of scripture detailing the sacrifices of an ancient Air Nomad Avatar named Sattva, a story of selfless sacrifice for the sake of others. While the new Airbenders are eager to prove themselves, they cannot remain complacent to the philosophical aspects that guides this unique way of life.

"Prince Sattva is an Avatar whose example can inspire many new Airbenders," Xuan Zang suggested, grateful for this past Avatar's selflessness and contribution to the ascetic nature of Air Nomad philosophy. "Perhaps I can show the two youngsters when they get here. I hope they would find my translations palpable."

"Master, they are dead."

Xuan Zang stopped writing.

For a moment, they both stood in silence.

"I see," Xuan Zang said reluctantly, realizing that his disciple was hinting about the tragedy this entire time.

Wu Jing continued to explain the situation. As the war between Jian Xin and Xiao Zhong raged on for more than two decades, some Airbenders were sent nearby to aid suffering refugees. Due to the volatile nature of the conflict, many people died. According to the disciple, the juvenile Airbenders were attempting to stop a battle between two giant armies but was killed in the process.

Wu Jing spared his master of the horrific details. Master Xuan Zang sighed, having difficulty in masking his sorrow.

"It takes tremendous courage to attempt such a feat, especially for people so young," Xuan Zang sighed again.

The earliest disciples of the venerable Avatar Aang have successfully accomplished similar feats despite not being Airbender themselves. Clearly, things did not end well for the two youngsters this time. Despite leaving his former life to become a studied pilgrim, Xuan Zang is not fully ignorant of the horrors that plagued every battlefield.

On this continent, travelers often see giant earthen coins embedded into the ground. Those are no decorations, they are weapons, tools of destruction used by Earthbenders for conflict.

Many are recent. Some are centuries old. Some are so ancient, no one even recognizes the giant cowrie shells made of earth.

It did not take much imagination to know what would happen if someone were to be hit by such massive projectiles.

Xuan Zang quietly uttered a simple prayer, gently fidgeting the ring of beads in one hand.

"Anything else?" the monk asked his disciple, who tried to disclose further information in the most careful way possible.

Many Airbenders who left their original lives and joined Tenzin's cause likely experienced many frictions with their families. Most people are obviously not receptive to the idea of their relative running off to become some monk. Additionally, the Earth Kingdom's culture differs from certain Air Nomad rituals, especially in the process of burial.

"Their families hope that the original bodies be returned to their ancestral burial grounds," Wu Jing explained.

Xuan Zang definitely would not object to their request. Not even Tenzin himself would deny this. The task now is to locate the two dead Airbenders and temporarily bring them to Ba Sing Se.

"Call Wu Kong and Wu Neng to handle this," Xuan Zang said.

The disciple did so. He went off to inform his fellow disciples. Xuan Zang uttered another prayer, incurring a name of a very specific Air Avatar that existed long before Yang Chen Avatar herself.

The master then lamented about the world's chaotic strife. Wars and sickness strangle the land, and suffering remains the only constant.

"Pain is inevitable, but suffering is optional," Xuan Zang sighed.

He picked up the ink brush again, deciding to finish translating the sutra segment. It is not enough to simply bring back surviving scrolls that the Fire Nation did not destroy. For the ordinary folks to understand these ancient scriptures, a lifetime of translation may be needed. The monk lamented, reminiscing the treacherous journey. So many dangers tried to stop their pilgrimage to the four Air Temples. All of this just to bring the artifacts back to Ba Sing Se.

But journey has not ended yet, he might be spending the rest of his current life indulging in the translation of ancient scriptures. A small price for the spiritual salvation of the common people who cannot escape suffering.

The sound of feather flapping ranged from the ceiling. Xuan Zang looked up, realizing that another messenger hawk has returned. Strange, usually these birds would fly at the designated building within Ba Sing Se university.

Xuan Zang recognized the letter attached on its leg. "Ah, it must be from Kyoshi Island."

While most students are chosen from wealthy nobles across the Earth Kingdom, there are some that were selected from insignificant rural villages located on mountains and islands. Most maps don't even consider those places important enough to be mentioned.

As a pilgrim who is also part of the greater movement to restore the ancient Air Nomad culture, Xuan Zang naturally respects the legacy of any Avatars. All incarnations of the enlightened one are revered by the monks, and that includes the physical creations such as temples and statues. Kyoshi Island is a remote piece of land that has no strategic value, and its people live a frugal existence. Despite this, Xuan still considers it an important site, the legacy of a great Avatar.

As the monk is about to open the letter, a hand suddenly grasps his wrist. Xuan Zang froze, in fear. While temple monks are often respected by the common folks, who even believed witnessing ancient Air Nomads as a sign of tremendous blessing, religion should play a careful game with power itself. Earthly Kings and Emperors can be firm admirers of Air Nomads, even building grand temples and statues for venerated abbots. But they can just as easily destroy the exact structures in a fit of spite and blind rage.

"Greetings, Master Xuan Zang, I hope your day has been well," said a man clad in embroidered silk brocade. "This letter is a matter of the state, I suggest you cooperate."

Xuan Zang quickly gave up the letter without saying anything. The sight of a shadow wearing conical helm is enough to pressure anyone from seditious thinking.

While ancient Air Nomads are held as paragons of virtue and wisdom, commoners perceive these ascetics as all knowing. But the harsh truth is uncomfortable, for not even the Avatar is truly omnipotent. No one can truly know everything at everywhere.

But that does not stop some people from trying.

End of Chapter Notes:

-Unlike most of the information presented, Queen Guo Xun of Omashu can be considered as canon.

-The actual Prince Sattva is an incarnation of the Budda. His most defining act is sacrificing his own body for a starving tigress and her cubs, which was performed under the circumstances where no other food can be found. His selfless act exemplifies the ten Buddhist perfections.

-The idea of ancient giant earth projectiles resembling cowrie shells is inspired from the coinage of such items between the Shang and Zhou dynasty.

-Admittedly, I used to think that Air Acolytes are actually Airbenders simply because most of them are bald.