The sun rises over the capital city of the mongols karkon one of the 4 cities which is under the mongol command. We now go to the grand Hall's of the mongols, where a disgruntled altan glares at his advisors he then says.
It has been nearly 2 weeks since that lose what is the state of our army. (In a stern voice).
Zev with a calm demeanor comes forward and says my Khan our soldiers amount to 260,000 after drafting more soldiers.
(Zev tenses up) but the state of our shamans after the death of alinaq and a complete wipe out of nearly 1000 shamans puts us in a tough spot. We do have 700 zhongji level and 2 gaoji level shamans remaining.
Altan sighs and says very well do you have something you want to share then.
Zev then unscrolls a map and shows it to the Hall of advisors. His tone becomes serious.
My Khan give me the city of Maryu the solarice forces need it to secure the 2 cities of ulanghan and Bayou.
We will ensure them heavy losses so that even if we lose orkha and you can finish her off later.
Altan ponders over it and then says fine you can take the control of Maryu lead our troops to victory. Take 100,000 troops and 400 shamans and 1 gaoji. Don't you dare dissapoint .
Zev kneels and says my Khan I swear in the name of tengri and ensure you victory.
The scene then shifts to the training grounds were jiro towering gazes the training of the new recruits as he waits.
Soon, a figure emerged from the barracks - Yuhan, the young prince, his white martial arts gi crisp and his golden eyes alight with anticipation. The young man approached Jiro, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"You summoned me, Commander Jiro?" Yuhan's voice held a hint of deference, but there was also an undercurrent of confidence in his martial prowess.
Jiro nodded, his expression stoic. "Indeed, Prince Yuhan. Lady Se La has informed me that your mastery of the azure flame techniques has reached the Gaoji level. She believes it is time for you to test your martial arts skills against a more seasoned warrior - one who has honed his body and mind through years of dedicated training."
Yuhan's eyes gleamed with excitement at the prospect. "Then I am honored to have the opportunity to spar with you, Commander. I shall not hold back the full extent of my abilities."
Without further ado, Yuhan assumed a flawless fighting stance, his azure flames flaring to life around his clenched fists. Jiro mirrored the stance, his massive frame radiating a quiet power, the air around him beginning to swirl with barely contained wind energy.
The two warriors circled each other, their movements fluid and precise, each studying the other's stance and footwork. Then, in a sudden burst of speed, Yuhan launched a series of lightning-fast strikes, his azure-clad fists and feet a blur of motion.
Jiro deftly parried and deflected the blows, his wind cultivation enhancing his reflexes and allowing him to anticipate Yuhan's attacks. The sound of their clash echoed across the training grounds, drawing the attention of the other soldiers, who gathered to watch the spectacle.
As the exchange continued, it became clear that Yuhan's mastery of the martial arts was exceptional, his movements flowing seamlessly from one technique to another. But Jiro's years of experience and his own impressive martial prowess allowed him to match the young prince blow for blow.
The two combatants traded strikes, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, each seeking to find an opening in the other's defense. Yuhan's azure flames crackled and flared, while Jiro's wind-infused movements created a mesmerizing dance of offense and defense.
Sweat glistened on their brows as the sparring session wore on, neither warrior willing to concede defeat. Yuhan's brow furrowed in concentration, his azure aura flaring brighter as he pushed himself to the limit, he then releases a massive ki blast towards him.
Finally, with a swift, precision gale scythe, Jiro managed to disrupt Yuhan's flame managing to deflect the flames and pounds yuhan to the ground as he punches him in the gut.
Yuhan coughing after the impact.
Jiro extended a hand, his lips quirking in the faintest of smiles. "Impressive, Prince Yuhan. Your mastery of the martial arts is truly exceptional. But as I said, you must learn to control your raw power through proper technique."
Yuhan grasped Jiro's hand, allowing the older man to pull him to his feet. "Then I will heed your guidance, Commander. I will not be defeated again."
The young prince, his pride stung but his determination unbroken. When a thump from the back nearly scares yuhan.
Wwho is it ( he tenses up making a fighting stance). But he sees feng as he was laughing to his embarrassment.
Well now the azure dragon why don't we ride to scout for the next war.
Yuhan agrees bowing his head yes commander.
As they ride their horses through the green plains feng and yuhan chat.
Hey yuhan congrats on reaching the gaoji level the last time I saw someone your age be a gaoji was governess se la.
This piqued yuhans intrest as he asks with a curious look, Is it true that she is a dashi now.
Feng with a warm gaze says yes she is even the youngest dashi at the age of 29.
Yuhan then carefully asks is it hard to reach the level of dashi I have read that there are s lot of commanders with the level gaoji but only 15 dashi are present in the whole continent.
Feng lai says it's due to blood all martial masters have one thing in common a unique characteristic in their lineage.
For your family it's the golden eyes and for the khans it's their control over the nature that they call the blessing of tengri.
Yuhan - so isn't the level dashi only available to the bloodline of the 15 families.
Hearing this feng lai bursts in laughter and says no my prince fortunately their have been many instances where a commoner has reached dashi.
Not all of the 15 families are born from Royal families many are commanders gaining dashi during battle and they become kings.