Somewhere on this vast world, there lies a beach. Its name, if it even has one, remains unknown to him. All he knows is that it was the place where those ominous black ships first emerged from beyond the sea.
Every passing moment, he finds himself consumed by the question, why did no one halt their advance?
Where was the revered one when the world cried out for salvation?
Oh, the sorrowful day when horned beasts marched upon the sacred homeland after defiling the monasteries that once graced lofty peaks.
To imagine such a race of pirates dares to stake claim with their crimson banners upon cities crafted by others.
Despicable creatures, devoid of morality yet steeped in arrogant pride.
These outsiders, lesser than savages, deserving of nothing but slaughter, humiliation, and utter annihilation.
Yet, even feasting upon their remains would not sate his hunger.
He yearned to stand upon that beach where everything changed.
No matter how vast the horde of filth dared stand against him, he relished the thought of the great slaughter, purging every last one of these vermin who dares to defy the heavens simply by existing.
No matter the rivers of blood that must be spilled, he welcomes the world painted crimson.
No one, be they kings or chieftains, lords or abbots, would stand in his path unchallenged.
Cities would fall. Armies would bleed. Temples would ablaze. Tombs would decay.
Care not for the widows or the orphaned children, for it is their misfortune to be paired with rapacious creatures without morals.
If the heavens truly favored his cause, then those who dares to oppose him are mere fools, waiting to be butchered.
A century of war and broken promises created a false peace that allowed the corsairs to carve their own nation.
Since the Avatars failed to bring true justice to this world, he would do it himself.
He would revel in the path paved with the blood and flesh of his enemies, relishing the mountains of corpses left in his wake.
From river to sea, the blood of these thieves would serve as tribute to the spirits.
Any sacrifices made in pursuit of his ambition are insignificant, for he yearns to set foot upon that beach where the black ships had landed.
"General, you're lost in thought again. Now isn't the time to drift away. General Liu is still waiting for your report on yesterday's skirmish. I recommend you take a rest after finishing it."
The Judge of Honghai sat motionless, his gaze fixed on the brush and ink before him, untouched. During lulls in battle, his thoughts often wandered to musings that might seem irrational. However, he knew that indulging too deeply in such reflections could distract him from his duties.
Within the colossal turrets of Ba Sing Se's walls, the city's generals used these fortifications as their primary offices, balancing paperwork with overseeing their troops' training below. The glaive-wielding commander, often reprimanded by the council for his disordered workspace, embodied this balance. Alongside the requisite table and chair befitting his rank, the spacious room is cluttered with personal items deemed unnecessary by many. Exquisite paintings and ornate armors adorned the space, captivating visiting city officials. One side of the room is filled with a myriad of exotic and costly weapons, a collection that might be mistaken for a child's trove of toys were it not for the general's formidable armor and stature.
At the center of the room lay an incomplete game of Pai Sho, the pieces arranged in a deadlock between two players, one clearly more skilled than the other. Adding to the room's eccentricity is a cooking station, an odd inclusion for a Ba Sing Se general's office.
"I made some tea," Jang said, placing a cup of the warm beverage beside the general's breakfast. The masked man nodded gently in gratitude.
Despite his preference for a light meal, Qibi Heli often used the general's personal stove to cook a hearty stew, knowing the Judge of Honghai would kindly decline. Under such circumstances, the nomad soldier would 'selflessly' offer to finish the excess pot of food. The general, preoccupied with the day's many demands, tolerated such antics with mild amusement.
Jang stood guard beside the seated commander, who is flanked by two heavily armored cavalrymen. The masked general attempted to write on the parchment, striving to accurately describe the minor incident from the previous day. Their confrontation with Li Zhu'er and the capture of An Qing'en is likely to escalate regional tensions, potentially dragging Ba Sing Se into the war between Jian Xin and Xiao Zhong. However, since the Xiao Zhong army had encroached upon the city's territory first, there is still room to maneuver and avoid conflict. As the commanding officer involved, it is his duty to document the border skirmish, leaving the Upper Ring to decide its repercussions.
The custody of An Qing'en would inevitably provoke the governor of Xiao Zhong, An Lushan. Yet, despite the bloating warlord's bluster, reality dictated otherwise. Jian Xin would only relish such a disastrous decision, making it difficult to lure Xiao Zhong into conflict.
The Judge of Honghai, however, hadn't write a single word, likely procrastinating. His metal mask of silent rage stared at the empty parchment, untouched by ink. Sensing his general's burden, Jang offered suggestions, focusing on An Qing'en's ruthless pursuit of fleeing refugees. As the general began to write, the lieutenant was puzzled by the inclusion of two peculiar individuals who had attempted to resist the Xiao Zhong forces. Despite their futile efforts, the general felt compelled to document their deeds.
"I don't think General Liu will find this part relevant," Jang advised.
The masked warrior silently insisted on its inclusion. The general's strange choices are often tolerated by the youthful lieutenant and other officers. It was easy to overlook minor quirks, especially when serving someone who had saved the Western Air Temple from Anguta and delivered victory after victory against nearby bandits. As the trusted second-in-command, Jang occasionally assisted the general with matters beyond combat, particularly in drafting reports, often providing suggestions to enhance readability.
Without much care, the Judge of Honghai set down the brush and picked up his chopsticks, intending to finish breakfast before resuming the mundane task. The meal was light, a bowl of rice porridge with simple side dishes. There is a plate of fried food featured small cuts of meat shaped like lychee. For health considerations, the chef had been instructed to simply fry it without pouring any sweet and sour sauce. There is also a bowl of seaweed soup, with a boiled egg nestled among the dark, tangled kelp.
Jang sighed, knowing that the general would be distracted despite the important duty of writing the battlefield report. Aside from the food, the Judge of Honghai had an incomplete canvas nearby. It depicted the landscape where they had defeated the Xiao Zhong army, an area divided by the Chu River. The lieutenant rubbed his tired forehead, noticing that the jian taken from Li Zhu'er is still on the general's table. It seemed the Judge of Honghai had forgotten to place it on the weapon rack.
"There, that should do it," Jang murmured, carefully placing the sword among the rest of the general's illustrious collection. One side of the office is dedicated to an impressive array of weapons seized from fallen foes, each piece telling a story of its own. Most are common Earth Kingdom weapons, decorated expensive blades wielded by high-ranking officers. Yet, amidst these, a few extraordinary relics stood out. The most striking is a long harpoon once wielded by Anguta himself, crafted from the bone of a legendary deep-sea behemoth, said to be even larger than the giant serpents that haunted the ocean depths. Possessing such a weapon is a testament to the general's prowess and prestige.
Regrettably, Anguta's other weapon, a jian used by a former Ba Sing Se admiral, is absent from the collection. After the defeat of the Pirate Queen Tagaka, that blade had changed hands among corsair leaders until it reached Anguta, who brought it to the Battle of Honghai. Despite not participating in that brutal conflict, the current Ba Sing Se admiral laid claim to the jian, leveraging his high military rank to secure it.
Jang glanced back at the table and chair, noting with exasperation that the general had abandoned his seat to paint at the canvas. Were it not for his sterling reputation on the battlefield, the general's lack of concern for appearances would have been seen as a sign of incompetence by both the Council of Five and the ordinary soldiers. This seemingly lax demeanor is tolerated, even respected, due to the strange but resilient bond of trust and loyalty between him and his men.
Jang breathed a silent sigh of relief as a figure more attuned to matters of literary decorum entered the room. Yet, to his dismay, the masked man once again shirked the duty of report writing, passing it off to one of his officers. Jang watched with growing frustration as the chainmail-clad Peroz nonchalantly settled into the chair reserved exclusively for those who had earned the esteemed rank of a Ba Sing Se general. Their diverse backgrounds often clashed, with Jang emphasizing the importance of maintaining strict hierarchical protocols.
"I strongly advise against this," Jang interjected, addressing the engrossed Judge of Honghai, who is meticulously applying brushstrokes on the Chu River itself. "The last time a council member caught Peroz in your chair, General Liu reprimanded you. We cannot afford to jeopardize the integrity of your position with such carelessness."
In response, Qibi Heli handed Jang a cup of fermented milk, dismissing the lieutenant's concerns as fixation on trivial matters. With a jest, he pointed out that soldiers of humbler origins, like themselves, are not held to the same lofty standards as those born into prestigious families. "Come now, Jang," Qibi Heli chuckled. "Do you truly believe they'll fault us for not comporting ourselves like Upper Ring gentlemen? Look at us, a herdsman and son of a fisherman. The council's inspectors should count themselves lucky we haven't transformed the camp into a rustic village!" With a hearty laugh, he concluded, leaving Jang to grimace at his colleague's irreverence.
The lieutenant, utterly bewildered by the illogical reasoning, couldn't hold back his incredulity. "That excuse holds no weight!" he exclaimed, emphasizing the importance of the general himself completing the report, a standard upheld by many high-ranking officers in Ba Sing Se. He argued that constantly delegating the task to Peroz could undermine the disciplined nature of their unit. But his pedantic concern was met with laughter from the more carefree Qibi Heli, who interjected again.
"You Fire Nation folks are always so unnecessarily serious. Always talking about honor this, honor that. When will you learn to enjoy life a little? Let Peroz handle the paperwork while the general paints and eats in peace. Besides, you promised to settle which of us is the better archer."
With the metal mask still fixated on the canvas, the Judge of Honghai waved them away with his spare hand, signaling that their conversation had become a disturbance. Like any artist striving for perfection, he demanded peace and tranquility.
The two officers bowed respectfully to the general before taking their leave. As they exited the turret, Peroz arrived by the commander's side, presenting the meticulously documented report on yesterday's incursion. Satisfied, the Judge of Honghai nodded and handed the parchment to a messenger tasked with relaying it to the head of the military council. As long as General Liu does not notice the sudden change in handwriting, it should be fine.
With Peroz leaving the office, the man behind the iron mask returned to one of his most cherished hobbies, painting the Chu River. But as he aimed to add color to the flowing water, the general mistakenly dipped his brush into crimson red paint.
How unfortunate.
His intent was to capture the landscape in its natural form, just as he had done after all his previous battles. A river in its natural state wasn't red, it flowed blue like the ocean. How could anyone claim that water could be red with crimson in its pristine state?
He allowed his thoughts to take hold once again, quietly staring at the canvas longer than necessary. Standing motionless, the food on the table lost its warmth.
...
The two sisters sat atop a tiny wooden cart, with belongings clustered around them. On their journey to the nearby garrison, they unexpectedly encountered a wandering nomad who offered to guide them to their destination. Their surprise only grew when they discovered Liu Song lying weakly on the cart. Having spent the previous night in the custody of armed guards, he had been released upon declaring his intention to join the city's army.
As they traversed endless farmlands adorned with hills of lush rice paddies, the nomad struck up a conversation about his homeland beyond the walls. In a continent ravaged by war, sedentary folks weren't the only ones embroiled in conflict. Even the steppe nomads dwelling in regions close to the Si Wong Desert are engaged in their own petty squabbles. With no central authority in the Earth Kingdom to prevent various tribes from carving out territories, ambitious Khans sought to eliminate rivals, aiming to consolidate tribal confederations powerful enough to challenge other warlord states boasting standing armies and walled cities.
"I am the last one of my tribe," the nomad revealed.
He spoke quietly, with dialect unfamiliar to the Kyoshi Warriors. Mayumi couldn't help but notice the strange weapon strapped to his waist, a sword handle affixed to a tubular-shaped rod made entirely of metal, unlike any weapon she had seen before.
Undeterred by their own struggles, they extended their sympathies. Even the weakened Liu Song managed to interject, highlighting the parallels in their circumstances.
"I appreciate your compassion," the nomad replied, his words measured and reserved. Yet, his reticence didn't trouble the two sisters, who were simply relieved to have someone guide them to the nearby garrison.
As the dun-colored ostrich horse crested a small hill, they were greeted by a sight that stole their breath away. A vast expanse of pink trees stretched out before them, their delicate blossoms painting the landscape in hues of blush and coral.
"Cherry blossoms!" Satchiko voice quivered with excitement.
"Peach blossoms," Mayumi corrected. Despite the misidentification, she still smiled slightly.
Satchiko, enamored by the ethereal beauty, understood her sister's reaction despite appearing reserved. After all, Mayumi's fondest memories are often intertwined with the sight of these blossoms, which can only be found in one place on Kyoshi Island. Even Liu Song, weakened though he was, couldn't help but lift his head and remark on the serenity of nature.
"Stay focused," the nomad's voice cut through the tranquil air. "We have arrived."
Turning their gaze, they beheld a series of stone fortresses in the distance, a telltale sign of an army camp, one of many fortifications scattered throughout the region. While these are tiny compared to the wall of Ba Sing Se, which they are connected to, there are still reasons for caution.
Soldiers, clad in their distinctive cord and plaque armor, had already spotted them from a watchtower, their wary eyes tracking the newcomers. Approaching the gate, the Kyoshi Warriors couldn't shake the apprehension that lingered in their hearts. They had learned that friction with local authorities is an unavoidable consequence of their journey. Yet, they hoped fervently that the general within this camp would grant them passage without imposing any undue conditions.
With resolve, the nomad announced their intention to seek an audience with the highest-ranking officer present. To their surprise, the guards readily consented, swinging open the gate to grant them passage. As the ostrich horse stepped into the fortified encampment, Satchiko and Mayumi took in the bustling surroundings. Tents sprawled in every direction, and the air thrummed with the orchestrated movements of a disciplined army.
In the training grounds, hundreds of soldiers honed their skills with polearms, executing precise thrusts at straw targets while chanting in unison. Their movements were a symphony of coordination, a testament to years of rigorous training. Meanwhile, heavy infantrymen practiced intricate shield formations. Their disciplined drills are a stark reminder to the unpredictability of a battle, which does not offer any luxury to these battle-hardened veterans.
Across the encampment, a vast field stretched out, where mounted soldiers thundered past on ostrich horses, their arrows slicing through the air with deadly accuracy. Here, amidst the thunderous drumbeats, two officers engaged in a spirited competition, racing each other while loosing arrows at targets. The challenge of maintaining aim while mounted on a galloping steed seemed insurmountable, but these seasoned warriors met it with unwavering skill and determination.
Beneath the pulsating rhythm of drums, the nomad led the way. Each arrow released from his bow found its mark with unerring precision, landing squarely on every target. Both riders seamlessly alternated between drawing their bows and controlling the reins of their ostrich warhorses. As they approached the final target, Qibi Heli managed to land a direct shot through the target's center, eliciting a triumphant chuckle from the nomad.
"Time to surrender, Jang!" he taunted.
Jang's gaze sharpened as he narrowed one eye, focus unwavering as he took aim with a composite bow. With a deft pull, the arrow was released, streaking through the air with lethal accuracy. It pierced the bullseye of the target, effortlessly cleaving through Qibi Heli's arrow in the process. As they crossed the finish line, the two officers halted their race, the nomad soldier offering admiration for Jang's remarkable archery skill.
"Very well, we'll call it a draw!" Qibi Heli conceded with good-natured ease. "Next time, perhaps we should challenge those fellows who paint their faces. Now that would be a true test!"
"Yuyan archers?" Jang pondered, contemplating his colleague's suggestion while wiping his forehead. "Securing their participation would indeed be a feat. Even during my tenure as a royal guard, sightings of them were rare." The renown of this elite cadre of archers transcended borders, their legendary marksmanship spoken highly, with tales of their unparalleled prowess captivating the imagination. "Nevertheless, discussions of distant marksmen can wait. The general may require our presence. We should return to his side without delay."
As the two officers guided their steeds out of the training ground, they noticed the outsiders observing their entertaining archery competition. Jang approached them, his serious expression enough to unsettle three out of the four visitors.
"Considering joining the army?" the more easygoing Qibi Heli quipped, a hint of anticipation in his voice.
The lieutenant fixed them with a stern gaze, gesturing towards a nearby turret on Ba Sing Se's outer wall, indicating for the four to follow.
"I've seen many attempts to join the ranks of the Jian'er," he began solemnly. "But most have failed. So, heed my warning. The general does not tolerate those who are here solely for themselves."
They made their way towards the turret, where Satchiko began to wonder how they would ascend the towering wall. Her question was soon answered by the power of Earthbending. Two soldiers manipulated the earth beneath them, creating a platform that ascended towards the battlement. The Kyoshi Warriors struggled to maintain their composure as they rose, the unfamiliar sensation both exhilarating and disorienting.
Upon reaching the top, they walked along the battlement, where soldiers clad in brigandine armor patrolled, armed with large boulders ready to repel any would-be invaders foolish enough to attempt a siege. Jang led them to a grand turret, and as they entered the spacious room within, the Kyoshi Warriors were surprised to find the Judge of Honghai seated behind the desk, his imposing presence commanding respect.
Before Satchiko could even take a single step toward the general's direction, intending to request a gate pass, a cavalryman guard donned in heavy lamellar armor intercepted her. He chastised the Kyoshi Warrior for breach of protocol.
"Civilian, this is not how one should conduct oneself on the wall," he admonished sternly.
Respecting the guard's authority, Satchiko remained steadfast by Mayumi's side, patiently awaiting permission from the general. She understood well that official duties must always take precedence before any personal tasks could be entertained. Presently, Lieutenant Jang arrived at the side of the Judge of Honghai, apprising the masked warrior of the visitors.
Though the general made no immediate gesture, Qibi Heli took the initiative, beckoning the nomad and the Jianxinese forward to the desk. The two of them performed the fist and palm salute, bowing respectfully before the man behind the metal mask.
"My name is Tandouba," the nomad declared firmly. "I am here to offer my service to Ba Sing Se and to the general."
The Judge of Honghai acknowledged his statement with a nod. Qibi Heli then elucidated that anyone seeking to join their unit must undergo Ba Sing Se's military examination to assess their martial prowess, allowing the city's senior officers to evaluate potential recruits. However, even after undergoing such rigorous evaluations, there is no guarantee of acceptance into the elite ranks of the Jian'er.
"Our general only seeks the finest," Qibi Heli reiterated, his tone firm. "As long as you are not lowly bandits who enjoys pillaging and looting, even a beggar can become a Jian'er. So, I hope you two are prepared for the upcoming tryouts."
Liu Song then stepped forward, kneeling respectfully before the Judge of Honghai.
"General, I come here not merely to enlist as another soldier," the Jianxinese began earnestly, his voice filled with conviction as he recounted the tragic fate of his family. "All my kin have fallen to the blades of those Xiao Zhong dogs. I seek your guidance in the pursuit of vengeance against An Lushan, offering myself as your devoted apprentice in the hope that one day I may bring justice to my loved ones!"
While the notion of apprenticing under an esteemed general wasn't unheard of, the question lingered. Why would anyone accept a newcomer lacking in prestigious lineage or notable accolades? Despite the historical significance of the Liu clan as the founders of the Earth Kingdom's first golden age, their name alone did not guarantee a privileged background in this current era.
A veil of steam rose from the cup of tea, momentarily obscuring the Judge of Honghai's masked visage as he sat in silent contemplation.
Qibi Heli interjected once more, seeking to temper Liu Song's aspirations. He stressed that the Judge of Honghai is not currently seeking a successor or disciple to inherit his knowledge. Even if he were, it would likely be a seasoned officer who had served alongside him for years, not a newcomer who had suddenly arrived at their camp.
"You possess admirable enthusiasm, but the general has no interest in taking on a pupil," the nomad soldier reiterated firmly. Before Liu Song could interject further, Qibi Heli posed a probing question. "Are you even an Earthbender? If not, our general will never consider you as a candidate for apprenticeship."
The Jianxinese's expression froze, his heart sinking at the realization of this insurmountable barrier. However meritocratic an army might claim to be, the harsh realities of this world dictated that some are born with gifts beyond others' reach. The power of bending is a birthright granted to only a select few, forever closing doors of opportunity to those without it. It is a stark reality that had dashed the hopes of countless individuals, no matter their potential or skill. In a world where the elements reigned supreme, challenging them without the gift of bending seemed futile.
Confronted with the prerequisite of Earthbending, Liu Song felt a wave of dread wash over him. Yet, his determination to become the Judge of Honghai's student spurred him to make another attempt at persuasion.
Despite the general's stoic silence, he indicated the implicit trust in his officers to handle the situation.
"I can offer more than just Earthbending!" Liu Song blurted out hastily, scrambling to present any semblance of a convincing argument. "While I may lack the ability to bend, I am keen to learn the general's strategies, which could aid me in defeating the detested Xiao Zhong. Moreover, my humble origins make me a trustworthy ally. Surely, a peerless hero such as yourself desires the swift downfall of that villain!"
The masked general remained unmoved, maintaining his silence, showing no inclination to entertain Liu Song's audacious proposal. While it was evident that someone of his caliber would desire An Lushan's demise, the delicate 'peace' between Ba Sing Se and the state of Xiao Zhong prevented any overt action.
At this juncture, Jang intervened, directing a silent glare at the Jianxinese, his voice cold and cutting.
"What arrogance," the lieutenant remarked icily. "To boldly declare yourself a trusted apprentice in the presence of his oldest followers."
Liu Song swiftly realized the folly of his words, offering a hasty apology to the two officers. Qibi Heli then suggested that he could remain and enlist as a soldier of Ba Sing Se, a path taken by many upon their arrival. As the Jianxinese is already considered a veteran, his value and experience as a seasoned spearman is recognized. The nomad soldier reminded Liu Song that by joining Ba Sing Se's army, he would be led by competent officers and would have ample opportunities to confront Xiao Zhong's forces.
"Join us, and you need not fear meeting your end at the hands of Xiao Zhong," Qibi Heli advised the hesitant Liu Song. "We have good food every day, even meat. And if the day ever comes when we wage war against the state of Xiao Zhong, your quest for vengeance will naturally find its fulfillment."
However, this failed to appease the Jianxinese, who harbored hopes that the Judge of Honghai could impart wisdom to aid him in avenging his fallen kin. If the general and his soldiers were constrained by their allegiance to Ba Sing Se, then Liu Song declared his willingness to personally slay An Lushan, unbound by such constraints.
The officers scrutinized Liu Song's injured form, their skepticism evident. An Lushan is no ordinary adversary, he commanded seasoned and formidable armies. If mere assassins could have disposed of the bloating warlord, it would have happened already. In fact, the last nine failed assassinations only resulted in corpses being display outside that governor's palace.
"Listen, lad, how do you plan to exact your revenge alone?" Qibi Heli inquired, his tone laced with both concern and pragmatism. "Even if the general were to impart all his military wisdom to you, how would that help? Do you truly believe you can storm into the heart of Xiao Zhong and slay An Lushan single-handedly? We are soldiers of Ba Sing Se, not a band of outlaws. Initiating an unprovoked assault on Xiao Zhong would be tantamount to treason."
Liu Song swiftly proposed an alternative course of action. Recognizing that greatness in leadership did not always necessitate direct combat, he suggested becoming a student of military strategy under the tutelage of the Judge of Honghai. Many esteemed Earth Kingdom generals had cultivated their own disciples, who learned the art of command to overcome enemy forces. While this suggestion seemed more reasonable, the officers couldn't help but worry about how Liu Song intended to execute this plan.
"If I can become a pupil of the Judge of Honghai, the state of Jian Xin might enlist my aid in devising strategies to dismantle Xiao Zhong," Liu Song declared with unwavering resolve. "There's a chance I could rise to become a general for my homeland."
The lieutenant's rebuke immediately fell upon Liu Song with unyielding severity, his interrogation probing the depths of the Jianxinese's loyalty. While An Lushan's notorious reputation for indiscriminate slaughter had earned him the enmity of many in the region, it did not necessarily translate to Ba Sing Se viewing the state of Jian Xin as an ally. With chilling resolve, he reminded Liu Song of the potential conflict between the grand city and his own homeland, forcing the hapless warrior to confront the stark reality of choosing between allegiance to his state and his loyalty to the general.
"If the general were to entrust you with his secret strategies and aspirations, what guarantee could you offer if your own state were to clash with Ba Sing Se?" Jang's voice dripped with a cold intensity as he posed these questions. "What would you do if tomorrow, Ba Sing Se were to march upon your homeland? Would you raise your blade against him? And if the Upper Ring were to discover that it was the general who armed Jian Xin with a strategist, do you comprehend the grave consequences that would entail?"
Jang's words resonated with a weight that hinted at personal investment, which could earn state reprisals He understood all too well that a military general, no matter how formidable or cunning on the battlefield, remained vulnerable to the treacherous currents of court politics. A single misguided monarch could wield the power to undo even the most distinguished hero, sealing the fate of an entire nation with the stroke of a pen.
Rendered speechless, Liu Song found himself unable to offer a rebuttal to the lieutenant's pointed inquiries. It was a humbling realization, one that forced him to confront the harsh truth that his aspirations to become the general's apprentice were built upon a foundation of naivety and overlooked complexities. Beneath the vast expanse of the heavens, there are countless individuals like him, each bearing the weight of unimaginable loss inflicted by the scourge of war. In the eyes of fate, what made him any different? Why should this ordinary man be deemed worthy of assuming the mantle of becoming the student of Ba Sing Se's revered war hero?
As Liu Song grappled with the weight of his failure, a pair of guards stationed near the entrance quietly escorted him and Tandouba out of the general's office, likely to prepare them for Ba Sing Se's rigorous military examination. With their departure, only the two Kyoshi Warriors remained, their task still incomplete as they awaited their turn to obtain a gate pass from the garrison leader.
Approaching the Judge of Honghai's desk, the sisters stood with a sense of solemn determination. Mayumi, ever poised, spoke first.
"General, we wish to express our deepest gratitude for your intervention," she began, bowing respectfully to the imposing figure behind the mask. "Your timely assistance undoubtedly saved our lives."
Qibi Heli, ever pragmatic, downplayed the need for appreciation, reminding the sisters that they were merely fulfilling their duties as soldiers of Ba Sing Se.
However, Jang's voice cut through the air with a stern tone, with no sense of formality at all. "The laws of the city does not expressly forbid women from enlisting. But even if it is allowed, the general would not entertain the notion."
Quick to dispel any misunderstanding, Mayumi stepped forward, her demeanor unwavering. "We are not here to enlist, General. My sister and I have journeyed to Ba Sing Se at the invitation of Master Xuan Zang." She placed the invitation letter on the table before the enigmatic figure.
Though the Judge of Honghai remained motionless, his stoic facade betraying no hint of emotion, the subtle tilt of his masked helmet suggested a silent acknowledgment of their presence.
"And why do you bear arms?" Jang's demand cut through the air, his tone tinged with suspicion. "And whose banner do you serve?"
Satchiko and Mayumi exchanged a knowing glance, realizing the assumption that they are soldiers hailing from another state. Though dark lacquered armor is distinct from the standard Earth Kingdom uniforms, they understood the need for caution. In a land rife with perpetual conflict between warlord states, it is wiser to land on the side of caution than to naively trust.
"We are not soldiers, sir," Mayumi explained calmly, choosing transparency to dispel any misconceptions before they escalated. "This armor and face paint are simply facets of our cultural heritage, paying homage to the legacy of our founder, Avatar Kyoshi."
Jang and Qibi Heli exchanged perplexed looks. While the worship of the Avatar's incarnations is a widespread practice across the world, the exclusive veneration of Kyoshi on a remote island left them uncertain. The mention of Kyoshi Island, a place largely unknown to most outside its confines, further added to their confusion. Unlike the widely revered Avatar Yang Chen, Kyoshi's influence remained secluded to her island domain, making her unfamiliar to many.
For most denizens of the four nations, Kyoshi Island is a distant and insignificant speck on the map, often overlooked and seldom acknowledged. The elite warriors adorned in their distinctive face paint were content with their isolation from the affairs of the mainland. Amidst the tumultuous strife of the warring states, they found little incentive to venture beyond their shores, preferring to remain aloof from the chaos that gripped the realm.
"So... are you two some sort of cultural festival performers?" Qibi Heli ventured cautiously, careful not to offend the two women. "The face painting is quite common among opera performers."
"Well, you're not entirely off the mark," Satchiko responded honestly, her brow furrowing as she considered the man's observation. "We do participate in demonstrations for our village every year. But since I lost both my fans, I'm not sure if I can do that anymore."
There was a hint of melancholy in her voice, swiftly overshadowed by the urgency of their current situation. Mayumi stepped in, seeking to clarify their intentions to the Ba Sing Se soldiers.
"General," she addressed the Judge of Honghai respectfully. "We are not renegades. Our purpose here is for my sister to study under the Earth Sages. We had intended to travel by ship, but unforeseen circumstances forced us to seek an alternative route. Without proper authorization, we cannot proceed further into the city. We bear no allegiance to any state within the Earth Kingdom, so please rest assured, our presence here poses no threat to you or the city."
Jang's skepticism remained palpable. "Then who exactly are you?" he pressed. "You cannot simply be performers attempting to take on the seasoned troops of Xiao Zhong."
Mayumi unsheathed her blade, presenting it to the soldiers for their inspection. They could easily discern the authenticity of a real weapon versus a stage prop.
"We are daughters of Akahana, devotees to the one who defeated Chin the Conqueror," she began, voice steady. "My sister and I are part of an order that safeguards our home island. We are—"
"The Kyoshi Warriors."
The interruption came from a deep and resonant voice, somewhat obscured by the metal mask. There is an eerie calm, causing Mayumi to freeze. She realized that it was the general himself who had spoken.
Jang and Qibi Heli turned respectfully to the masked man in armor, awaiting his judgment.
With a single, mundane motion, the Judge of Honghai withdrew a silver dagger and delicately pierced the invitation letter. Satchiko, confused by the act, refrained from commenting. After inspecting the blade for any telltale stains, the general finally decided to touch the parchment with both hands.
"You know about our people?" Mayumi ventured, her curiosity piqued.
The heavily armored figure took a small sip of tea, his response succinct.
"I traveled," he stated simply.
An awkward silence descended upon the room, broken only when Mayumi respectfully requested a special commission from the garrison leader. However, judging by his tone, obtaining it would not be an easy feat.
"To my knowledge, the last time Ba Sing Se allowed Kyoshi Warriors into the city, it was akin to a foolish farmer inviting a wolf into his home," the masked general stated callously.
Satchiko was puzzled by the strange analogy, but she noticed Mayumi's subtle wipe of sweat from her brow, a sign that now is not the time for impulsive speech. As the younger sister was relatively uninformed about history, most of her knowledge of the world came from tales told by their mother.
Mayumi, trying not to be intimidated by the implications, reassured them both that they are genuine Kyoshi Warriors.
"Is that so?" the general queried again, his skepticism apparent. "Then would you please enlighten me on a certain issue? My journey across the divided realm has been rather unpleasant, compounded by many questions which I struggle to answer."
Reluctant but willing, Mayumi offered to answer any inquiry the masked man had. "Whatever it may be, I will do my best to provide a response."
The masked man casually grabbed a pair of chopsticks, skewering a piece of fried meat through the gap in his metal mask. With no sense of urgency, he took another spoonful of kelp soup before finally posing his question to the Kyoshi Warriors, evidently aiming to test their honesty.
The sisters were taken aback by the unexpected difficulty of the question.
"Since you both claim to be devotees of Avatar Kyoshi, I would like to apologize in advance for my rudeness." The general performed a fist and palm salute with both hands, albeit without the customary bow. Then, he posed the question, slowly unraveling the dilemma. "In the annals of Ba Sing Se, Kyoshi's early tenure was ridden with banditry and uprisings that plagued the realm. The sovereign within the walls of Ba Sing Se was even a mere puppet to a regent Earth Sage. If your Avatar is so righteous, why did she allow tyrant Chin, whom your people reasonably perceive as a ruthless conqueror, to march his legions across the continent?"
Initially, Mayumi attempted to respond, but she found herself at a loss for words. The epic battle between the venerated Avatar Kyoshi and the tyrant Chin was a pivotal moment in their people's history, yet few questioned why the founder remained idle as the ruthless tyrant gradually amassed power. Apart from the city of Ba Sing Se and the peninsula that would become Kyoshi Island, Chin the Conqueror brought all other provinces of the Earth Kingdom under his banner. Even to this day, scholars and sages still debate the previous Earth Avatar's apparent complacency, only deciding to vanquish the tyrant after he arrived at her homeland's doorstep.
"I'm sure she had valid reasons," Mayumi replied cautiously, stalling for time to formulate a suitable rebuttal. "Perhaps there were justifications that required her to delay intervention. Whatever the case, it would be unfair for us to pass judgment without a full understanding of the circumstances."
Satchiko's reaction immediately drew Mayumi's attention, and she felt a pang of guilt at her sister's disappointment.
"What are you doing, big sis?" Satchiko whispered, her voice tinged with frustration. "We can't just let him slander Kyoshi like that!"
For Satchiko, the courage and virtue of their Avatar are absolute truths, and any slight against Kyoshi's legacy is intolerable.
Mayumi felt the weight of her sister's expectations bearing down on her. While Satchiko anticipated a stronger defense of their founder's honor, Mayumi found herself at a loss. The one challenging Kyoshi's legacy happened to be the same person who had saved them. But even the most senior Kyoshi Warriors likely knew little about their venerated figure's thoughts and actions. As revered as Kyoshi may be, there is scant knowledge about her personal life or decision-making process. The official history, safeguarded by their elders, barely mentioned Kyoshi's closest companions, if there were any at all.
"I would have preferred the Avatar to act before an ambitious warlord could ruin the lives of many," the Judge of Honghai stated. "For even the tiniest spark of flame can burn down the entire forest. Only a responsible deity would recognize a threat and stop it in its tracks. So, tell me, why didn't your beloved Avatar kill Chin before he could wage war upon the realm? An Avatar, unburdened by any loyalty to kings and emperors, chose to ignore an upstart warlord as he brought sorrow to the realm."
Once again, Mayumi found herself unable to provide a satisfactory answer to the general's probing question. Depending on one's interpretation of history, it was not impossible to suggest that the previous Earth Avatar might have even allowed Chin to wage his reunification war, an unsettling theory that even its proponents would hesitate to voice aloud.
The Earth Kingdom of that era was ravaged by the infamous Yellow Necks Uprising, an event that starkly revealed the people's disdain for the Earth King's inept rule. The nation was gripped by the relentless scourge of daofei outlaws, who tormented the lives of the common folk. As the monarchy's power waned, numerous other uprisings became possible amidst the chaos, including the ambitions of Chin himself. Yet, as cruel and tyrannical as Chin may have been, a lawless land was far more insufferable for the masses. Forced to choose between a tyrant and the countless bandits who pillaged the land, the people opted for the lesser evil. Chin's war of reunification, though brutal, eradicated countless outlaws who could never hope to survive in such an environment.
After Chin's death at the hands of Kyoshi, an era of peace ensued. However, no respite comes without a cost paid in blood, including the complete destruction of those who dared resist Chin's formidable army. Some of Chin's supporters might view him as a great leader whose war of reunification could have forged a stronger, more unified Earth Kingdom. Yet, many would still despise him as a tyrant, even while begrudgingly recognizing the need for a more centralized nation. The teachings of the Earth Sages may often seem naive and out of touch, but those senile old men at least upheld a philosophical disdain for despotic rulers, especially those who threatened to obliterate their sagely writings.
"Pillagers are despicable," the general continued, his voice heavy with disdain. "Murderers are even more despicable. But even more despicable are those who preach about righteousness yet stand idly by as the pillagers and murderers roam free."
Mayumi felt a chill run down her spine at those words. In that moment, it seemed as though he is pronouncing judgment on her actions. Yet, there is a curious irony to it all. Her staunch protection of Satchiko mirrored their founder's reluctance to act against Chin's conquest. Both prioritized their most cherished possessions, turning a blind eye to the suffering of others in the desperate hope that what they held dear would be shielded from the ravages of war.
Satchiko's frustration mounted as the general continued to dismiss the Avatars. Except for Yang Chen, he slandered all the recent incarnations, specifically for their supposed indecision and weakness masqueraded as strength.
"This disgusting system of mere birthright has surely produced some rather pathetic deities," he remarked. "The ones that value friendship over their duty. The ones that value tradition over victory. And the worst of all, the ones that value fame over wisdom."
His nonchalant demeanor only fueled Satchiko's anger, igniting a fiery determination within the Kyoshi Warrior to make him acknowledge the reverence owed to the Avatar.
"How can you sit there and mock the Avatar's sacrifices?" Satchiko's voice trembled with righteous indignation. "They bear the weight of the world on their shoulders, striving to maintain balance and harmony in the face of overwhelming adversity. They are the embodiment of hope and justice!"
"Sister, please." Mayumi placed a hand on Satchiko's shoulder, silently urging her to calm down. But the younger sister refused to be silenced, her convictions burning brightly despite the general's callous indifference.
Sensing the rising indignation from the younger sister, the general decided to taunt them further, hoping to provoke a response. "I have a special kind of hatred to those who are beloved by the masses yet have done nothing worthwhile to earn it. To me, those who worship the Avatar blindly are no better than cattle, hubris creatures whose prayer are filled with the desire to escape the butcher's meat cleaver, all the while placing their faith into their own kind."
"The Avatar's actions may not always be understood by us, but that does not give you the right to belittle their significance," Satchiko declared, her gaze unwavering. What is unfolding in this room isn't merely disgruntled peasants expressing dissatisfaction with a particular Avatar's reign. The Judge of Honghai is cynically mocking the bond between the Avatar and people worldwide, which is shamelessly sacrilegious. As a Kyoshi Warrior, she refuses to tolerate this disrespect. "Their legacy is one of courage, compassion, and selflessness. They are a beacon of light in the darkness of this world, doing everything to maintain balance. How can you disrespect them so easily when they have done so much for us?"
The Judge of Honghai simply ate some food, having no respect to the teenager's valiant effort. Satchiko became more irritated as he leisurely ate some noodles.
The general paused to wipe his metal mask clean, savoring the simple yet soothing taste of the noodle dish. "Only the finest chef can recreate such a nostalgic flavor," he mused. "I still remember the first time my mother made it for me." He then turned his helmet toward the Kyoshi Warriors, offering a quick apology for his distraction. "I mean no disrespect to your people, but placing faith in the Avatar is a life-and-death gamble, with the odds rarely in your favor."
Mayumi noticed Satchiko's breathing quicken, likely provoked by the Judge of Honghai's relentless criticism of the Avatar. Though they are no longer in immediate danger, any friction with Ba Sing Se soldiers could seriously hinder their journey.
"I have no respect for Avatars, the cowards they have always been," the Judge of Honghai declared harshly. "Especially those who allowed tyrants to fulfill their wanton ambitions, they are even more amusing than those who flee from a fight."
"Take that back!" Satchiko demanded. "What right do you have to question the Avatar?"
Mayumi attempted to intervene, but the Judge of Honghai cut her off, chastising her effort to silence Satchiko.
"No, no, let her speak. Let her vent to her heart's content."
The general enjoyed another cup of tea as Satchiko fervently defended the Avatar's role in the world, extolling their heroic deeds and tireless efforts to save the helpless across the four nations. To Mayumi, it was peculiar that an official general of Ba Sing Se would allow a teenager to speak so freely in a military camp. Considering their experience so far, the ones in power would usually summon the guards after Satchiko slandered them.
"I am not saying that saving the helpless isn't what an Avatar should be doing," the masked man interjected, easing some of Satchiko's discontent. "But why should we rely so heavily on the Avatar? Why should the world place all its hope in one person, only to be left in despair when they disappeared when we needed them the most?"
Mayumi braced herself for another furious tirade from Satchiko, but the young girl seemed to freeze, silenced by the masked man's words. The Judge of Honghai's question had struck a chord, forcing the often-naive Satchiko to ponder, as if confronted with a riddle unsolved for ages.
"What did you just say?" Satchiko asked, her voice tinged with shock, perhaps feeling personally attacked by his judgment.
The general elaborated, deciding to enlighten the passionate Kyoshi Warrior. "A true hero appears when they are needed most, to halt an unstoppable tide that mere mortals cannot hope to withstand. But for the rest of us, we must not become complacent, believing that all the world's woes can be vanquished solely by the Avatar."
To Mayumi's dismay, Satchiko did not accept the general's statement with grace. She vehemently reminded him of the Avatar's role in defeating Chin the Conqueror, an argument that left the masked general unimpressed.
"Kyoshi killed Chin when all the other Earth Kingdom generals failed," Satchiko argued fiercely. "Without the Avatar's intervention, the world would have been in an even more terrible state. We cannot stop those with evil ambitions without their help!"
"Then where was the Avatar when Anguta attacked the Western Air Temple?" the Judge of Honghai retorted. "The nuns prayed day and night for the spirit of Aang to intervene, while twenty thousand corsairs landed on their shores. Those old hags even had the nerve to blame us for saving them and their precious relics, all because they are bothered by what we did to save the monastery."
Satchiko was stunned into silence. Even someone as naive as she wouldn't dare argue with a veteran of the Battle of Honghai. If Liu Song's account was even slightly accurate, it would be unjust to attribute Anguta's defeat to anyone other than the man who led the defense.
"What matters is that I was there that day," the general said from behind his metal mask. "We were prepared when those dark sails appeared on the horizon. Even without the Avatar, we stood ready to face the corsairs disembarking from their ships. We were there to confront unchecked ambition when no one else dared. So, tell me, young Kyoshi Warriors, what good does your veneration bring when action is worth more than a thousand prayers?"
The younger sister tried to refute, but she struggled to formulate a counter worthy of scholars. Members of the literati would have certainly been more eloquent in their debates, able to summon countless philosophical and historical examples to defend the Avatar's role in the world.
"But without the Avatar, we wouldn't have the way of life that people enjoy," Satchiko muttered, her voice trailing off.
Even Mayumi sensed the weakness in those futile words, understanding that teenagers are rarely paragons in the cynical world of adults. There is no denying that many specific Avatars, such as Aang, Yang Chen, Szeto, and Salai, earned widespread veneration through their deeds. Yet it is difficult to celebrate their accomplishments in this war-torn era, especially for the people of the now-dissolved Earth Kingdom, mired in a civil war where independent warlords vie for power. In a realm divided, only the truly senile would ignore the daily massacres. To suggest such an environment as a natural part of life is perhaps one of the cruelest form of inaction.
Hearing Satchiko's statement, Jang and Qibi Heli remained indifferent to such a simplistic view of the Avatar. Every group of people in this world likely has an incarnate, with their own legends and heroic folklore. But to cling so tightly to those figures and accept an imperfect reality is neither wise nor practical.
Still, being the impulsive person she was, Satchiko challenged the Judge of Honghai directly. "You might be strong, but no one can truly defeat an Avatar, not even you!"
Mayumi endeavored to ease the tension, gently chastising her sister for the rudeness toward the person who had saved them just the day before. She swiftly apologized, attributing Satchiko's misguided words to her youth.
"Watch your tongue, child," the voice behind the mask warned Satchiko with intensity. "When I was your age, I had already sent my foes to their graves. I have killed what you considered unkillable."
"But that doesn't mean anything!" Satchiko snapped, not even bothered to interpret the general's response. "No one can fight the Avatar and get away with it!"
The metal mask stared at them, its helmet tilting sideways. With the face fully concealed, the two Kyoshi Warriors couldn't discern the man's true expression. Perhaps not even his most trusted officers could gauge his mood.
"Ironic, but perhaps what you said isn't entirely without merit," the Judge of Honghai mused quietly at first, seemingly reflecting on certain matters. He then adopted a softer tone, a stark departure from his earlier belittlement of the Avatars. If it weren't for his rank as a Ba Sing Se general, some might have considered him a demented madman. "I suppose you are not receptive to those who voice such grievances. After all, belief in the Avatar's protection is comforting for most people on this world. Whenever I offer tribute to Lady Tian Hai, even I am tempted to believe in divine interventions. But unlike you, a lifetime on the battlefield did not afford me the luxury to indulge in blind veneration. If kings can be puppets to regents, aren't Avatars also capable of becoming mere tools to the ambitions of others? How naive it is to blindly trust a fellow human, who are still mortals despite their reincarnations." He took a sip of warm tea before continuing, addressing Satchiko specifically. "As for you, perhaps you are underestimating yourself more than you think. I have heard about your exploits, how you recklessly charged at An Qing'en's soldiers."
"It was a very foolish thing for my sister to do. I tried to stop her, but she's determined to get involved." Mayumi hoped this might cast them in a less troublesome light. "We should have awaited your arrival, which would have been the wiser choice."
Those words didn't have the intended effect on the general that Mayumi anticipated. The man behind the mask fell silent, his gaze fixed on the older sister with unclear intent.
"I see," he said. "Frankly, I'm conflicted between praising your caution or condemning such apathy towards helping others. But you have fulfilled your duty as an older sibling, which I suppose is something that those Earth Sages would approve of." He then turned to Satchiko, continuing to criticize those who placed their hopes in the Avatar while strangely acknowledging her selflessness. "Faith in the Avatars will not help you overcome life's most heinous moments. The reason why most of those peasants from Xiao Zhong are alive can be traced to those who rely more on their own will. Instead of waiting in complacency, you proved capable of saving the defenseless despite your naive infatuation."
Satchiko narrowed her brows, glaring at the metal mask that repeatedly disrespected the Avatar as a whole. The two guards in heavy silver lamellar noticed her clenched fists, placing their hands on sheathed blades just in case they decided to settle this disagreement with violence.
"I don't entirely harbor disdain for the exalted one," the Judge of Honghai chose his words with precision, his tone measured. "I simply struggle to comprehend those who blindly champion Avatars who have faltered, repeatedly disappointing my people. But perhaps I am no different, a hypocrite in my own right, akin to the conniving courtiers who curry favor with the fortunate. And as for you Kyoshi Warriors, perhaps our paths intertwine more closely than we care to admit. In the end, everyone seeks to mold the Avatar to their will, regardless of their disparate desires. As a mere general navigating turbulent times, I lack the luxury of exploiting the next pawn fully. For men like me, verbosity holds little allure. Deception on the battlefield differs vastly from the art of flattery. Anyone, no matter their might, remains susceptible to manipulation."
In the face of such blatant disrespect, coupled with an affront to everything she holds sacred, the younger sister could bear it no longer. Refusing to tolerate this insufferable defiance any further, she stood firm.
"The Avatar is not yours to control!" Satchiko's words cut through the tension like a blade. "Do not dare liken yourself to us! No matter which Avatar you compare yourself to, they would always be more pure hearted than you will ever be!"
Unfazed by the younger warrior's outburst, the general leisurely sipped from a cup of tea, nibbling on fried morsels of meat. Age brought with it a serenity that rendered such displays of youthful ire predictable, if not entirely expected.
"Pure hearted indeed," the Judge of Honghai interjected coolly. "So pure, they are like imbeciles."
Mayumi gasped as Satchiko surged toward the desk, her desperate attempt to halt the impulsive charge falling short. The sight of the Kyoshi Warrior hurtling toward the Judge of Honghai, fury etched upon her features, sent shockwaves through the room, prompting officers and guards alike to draw their blades in defense.
"Sister, no!" Mayumi's cry fell on deaf ears as Satchiko pressed on, her singular focus fixed on delivering justice, even unarmed. Such a brazen assault on a Ba Sing Se general could garner a death sentence, spurring others into action.
Qibi Heli hesitated, his scimitar poised to intercept the audacious teenager, yet he refrained, leaving the task of peacefully subduing the young 'assassin' to his comrades. As the two guards closed in, their blades arcing through the air, they underestimated the Kyoshi Warrior's agility. With a graceful evasion, Satchiko sidestepped their strikes, aiming a precise kick at the Judge of Honghai's metal mask, her resolve unyielding.
"Futile," Jang's swift block intercepted the kick just shy of its intended target, the general's mask. Seated unperturbed, the Judge of Honghai observed the skirmish unfold, his demeanor unchanged. Meanwhile, the lieutenant deftly deflected Satchiko's strike with a blade adorned with intricate detail, a golden phoenix emblazoned within the ring of the pummel. With a fluid motion, he pushed her away from the table.
"General, are you injured?" Jang inquired, positioning himself defensively in front of the masked figure.
"Completely unharmed," the Judge of Honghai affirmed, calmly partaking of his meal with chopsticks. "Though I deem this child no true threat, your timely intervention is commendable."
Just as Satchiko poised for another assault, the Judge of Honghai retrieved a peculiar item from his desk, a darkened jade seal fashioned in the likeness of a tortoise.
Satchiko watched intently as the general stamped her invitation letter from Xuan Zang with the seal, its significance eluding her. "I don't care what kind of hero you are, those that tries to use the Avatar for their own gain are no better than thieves and bandits!"
"Men!" Jang's command rang out sharply. "Remove this foulmouthed hooligan!"
Armored Jian'er soldiers surged into the turret, brandishing halberds with intent to subdue Satchiko and eject her from the premises. Mayumi sprang to her sister's defense, blade drawn, unwavering in her resolve to protect Satchiko at any cost.
"Insolence," a calm voice resonated from behind the metal mask, quelling the tension in the room. This prompted Jang and the soldiers to lower their weapons, halting the attempts to apprehend the daring assailant. "Who do you all perceive me to be? These two are the saviors of fleeing peasants, victims of the whoreson Xiao Zhong scoundrels. Such deeds are commendable, and I hold those who embody such virtues in high regard. What significance do a few harsh words hold in comparison? Surely, you, my trusted subordinates, do not believe such feeble attacks could pose any threat to me?"
Satchiko ground her teeth in frustration at the dismissive words, her attempt at assassination seemingly rendered inconsequential. Meanwhile, Mayumi expended all her persuasive powers in a bid to elicit the general's benevolence, summoning a lifetime's worth of eloquence.
"Furthermore, there is truth in her words, thieves and bandits are contemptible creatures," the Judge of Honghai's metallic gaze fixed upon Satchiko. "You rebuke me well. Continue to do so. And when you are finished, I shall send you two off to the Lower Ring."
Refusing to comply, Satchiko shot a defiant glare at the metal visage that dared to diminish the Avatar's achievements. Before she could voice another retort to highlight the general's misconceptions, an unexpected interruption disrupted the tense standoff.
A loud rumbling echoed through the room, casting an awkward silence over the scene. Satchiko glanced down at her stomach, realization dawning upon her as she remembered their skipped breakfast.
Observing the situation with a slight tilt of his helmet, the Judge of Honghai instructed his nearby bodyguard to summon someone. Shortly after, a figure entered the room, heeding the general's command.
Satchiko and Mayumi froze in terror as the pungent odor of blood hung heavy in the air. An armored soldier, concealed beneath a basket helmet, strode into the room, wielding a meat cleaver stained in crimson. Instinctively, Mayumi leveled her blade at the newcomer, uncertain of the sinister machinations at play among these Ba Sing Se soldiers.
"This one is a master of his craft," the general remarked of the enigmatic figure. "Not quite on par with myself, but dependable nonetheless."
"Stay back!" Mayumi's voice trembled with resolve as she threatened to strike down anyone who dared to approach. Surrounded on all sides, escape appeared futile.