The bell chimed softly, signaling the entrance of two familiar faces. Grandfather Daiten Koicha glanced up from behind the counter, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly as his guests entered. Behind him, Xianlu moved fluidly, pouring a fresh cup of green tea for a waiting customer as the newcomers settled into their usual seats by the window.
"Ryuuji," Daiten greeted with a smirk, his voice low and measured. "Hanzo, as always, you bring the warmth with your presence."
Ryuuji Koicha, his stern features etched with years of discipline, nodded curtly in response. "Daiten," he said gruffly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Still wasting time with herbs and tea? You've aged well for a man whose time could be spent recuperating ."
"Recuperating is not the only path to cultivation," Daiten shot back smoothly, his tone unwavering even though he was still injured due to a mission he took in the past. "Besides, the best warriors know when to rest." His eyes flicked over to Xianlu, who stood quietly at the counter, waiting for his grandfather's command.
Ryuuji's gaze followed Daiten's, settling on Xianlu with a critical eye. "And how is the boy? Still struggling?"
Xianlu's hands clenched momentarily, but he kept his expression neutral. "I'm learning, Grandfather Ryuuji" he said quietly, his voice steady despite the slight sting in Ryuuji's words.
Daiten chuckled, his laughter deep and resonant. "The boy may not have your brute strength, Ryuuji, but he has patience—a trait you seem to lack."
Ryuuji gave a slight huff, turning his attention back to the tea. "Patience does not win wars," he said, dismissively waving his hand.
Hanzo Koicha, standing beside Ryuuji, chuckled softly at the exchange. His demeanor was far more relaxed, his voice gentle, almost fatherly. "And yet, Ryuuji, it is patience that brews the finest tea."
"Ah, Hanzo, always the voice of reason." Daiten chuckled.
While the three had a conversation, Xianlu returned to his brewing station, carefully crafting two distinct blends—one for Ryuuji, the other for Hanzo.
Ryuuji's Blend
For Ryuuji Koicha, Xianlu blended a powerful brew of black tea leaves, elderberries, and a touch of ginseng root. The bitterness was intentional, a balance meant to ground him in focus and discipline. The ratio of each ingredient was precise—sharp enough to reflect the edge Ryuuji demanded from life, yet balanced enough to remind him of resilience. It was a challenge in itself, a constant push against his stoic demeanor, but it satisfied his need for strength.
Hanzo's Blend
For Hanzo Koicha, Xianlu crafted a gentler, yet equally balanced brew. This blend featured green tea leaves, lotus roots, and a touch of lavender. The sweetness of the lavender was paired with the earthy lotus to create a calm, nurturing cup that encouraged reflection and tranquility. Hanzo often spoke of stories where impossible odds were overcome, and Xianlu knew that a tea that calmed his mind was most fitting.
Xianlu carefully placed the prepared teas before his grandfather who raised his eyebrow.
"Hanzo and Ryuuji both," Daiten said, inspecting the blends thoughtfully. "One sharp, the other refreshing—both crafted with precision. You've done well, boy."
Xianlu offered a small bow. "Thank you, Grandpa."
Daiten leaned forward, pouring a fresh cup of tea for both men.
Ryuuji grunted again but took the offered cup, his eyes scanning the room for the next topic. Xianlu, sensing Daiten's quiet nod, carefully placed a small wooden tray with a steaming cup in front of each man. The aroma of freshly steeped herbs filled the air—an earthy mix of herbs. Ryuuji took a sip, his brows furrowing as he savored the sharp bitterness lingering on his tongue.
"What is this?" Ryuuji asked, narrowing his eyes at Xianlu.
"A custom blend for you, Grandfather Ryuuji," Xianlu replied quietly. "It suits you, I hope."
Ryuuji gave a grunt of approval, though he said nothing further. Hanzo, on the other hand, sipped his tea more slowly, his expression thoughtful.
"Refreshing," Hanzo murmured, placing his cup back down. "Much better than the last time. You've improved, Xian-Xian."
Xianlu smiled faintly, grateful for the words of encouragement. "Thank you, Grandfather Hanzo."
"You've got a long way to go, but you're on the right track," Hanzo added, his voice warm and genuine.
Daiten chuckled again, shaking his head at Ryuuji. "See? Even Hanzo finds the boy's tea more palatable than your harsh words."
Ryuuji exhaled sharply through his nose. "Strength doesn't come from herbs, Daiten. It comes from blood and discipline. Something Xianlu lacks."
Xianlu felt the sting of those words, but he let them slide off him. "Perhaps," he said evenly. "But even the strongest warriors need to know when to stop. Tea teaches that balance."
Ryuuji may be gruff and intimidating, but there's a quiet respect he holds for Xianlu when the young man responds with a calm expression and thoughtful, insightful answers. Unlike the pretentious, fawning students who seek to earn his favor through flattery, Xianlu's steady demeanor and genuine approach resonate with Ryuuji.
Hanzo nodded slowly, a twinkle in his eye. as he listened to Xianlu speaking, he added "You've heard the old saying, Ryuuji. 'A sword can be sharpened by patience, just as tea is perfected with care.'"
"Care," Ryuuji scoffed. "You two speak as if war is a calm game of tea brewing."
Daiten's expression turned thoughtful as he traced the edge of his teacup with a finger. "And yet, war is no different. You've spent years carving through opponents, but even a blade worn down can falter without rest."
Ryuuji said nothing in response, taking another sip of his tea, though his frown deepened. Meanwhile, Hanzo leaned forward, his voice warm. "Xianlu may lack your strength, Ryuuji, but he carries his own strength—a quiet determination that can endure far longer than brute force."
Daiten poured another round of tea, smiling warmly at Xianlu. "He'll surpass you yet, Ryuuji. One day, it's not strength alone that will matter—it's the calm behind the strength."
Beneath his stern exterior, Ryuuji provides tough love—challenging Xianlu in ways that push him to grow, much like Hanzo does. Though he rarely shows it, Ryuuji deeply cares for Xianlu, recognizing his potential and quietly encouraging his development through honesty and persistence.
Ryuuji shook his head, but his expression softened just enough for Xianlu to notice. He sipped his tea once more, his usual curt demeanor not entirely concealing the respect hidden beneath his words.
After the customers left, Daiten turned to his grandchild.
"Tell me, boy," Daiten said, his eyes gleaming, "do you think you can brew a blend for someone who blends strength with calm?"
Xianlu paused for a moment, considering the question. "I'd like to try."
Daiten nodded. "Good. You'll need that balance if you're to surpass them both."
Xianlu smiled softly, knowing the path ahead was long, but now, it felt clearer—balanced and steady.
The event at Riverscale Academy continued to bring a steady stream of visitors to Daiten's tea shop. Foreigners, merchants, and fellow clan members alike filled the small establishment, eager to sample the renowned teas crafted by the Black Tea Koi bloodline. Daiten was in high spirits, often sharing poems and riddles about money whenever his mood was bright, his towering form brimming with confidence as he navigated the crowded shop with ease.
Xianlu, on the other hand, had been caught off guard by the sudden surge in business. While he loved brewing tea and interacting with customers, the sheer number of people was overwhelming. Yet, it was a welcome challenge. Over the days, he received numerous compliments—each remark a testament to his growing skill and dedication. His hands moved smoothly as he crafted custom blends, each drink tailored to the desires of the individuals who sat at the tables. His confidence in brewing grew with every passing moment, and for the first time, he felt a genuine sense of pride in what he had created.
Daiten, after observing Xianlu's steady handling of the rush, decided it was time to allow his grandson full control of the brewing process. "You've learned well," he said one evening as the shop emptied, the sun setting behind them. "Let your talent shine through, Xianlu. It's your turn now."
Xianlu, though surprised, nodded. "Thank you, Grandfather. I'll do my best."
That evening, as the final customer left, a familiar figure entered the tea shop—a woman with silver hair streaked with blue, her calm demeanor as poised as the rare flowers Daiten kept in his collection. Xianlu recognized her instantly.
"Madam Mayumi," Xianlu said with a respectful bow. "Welcome to Koicha's Blossoms again."
Madam Mayumi Koicha was known throughout the Riverscale Clan for her expertise in herbs and rare brews. Her visits to the shop were not frequent, but they were always meaningful. She carried an air of indifference toward the cultivation struggles that most others placed importance on, valuing only results over effort. Xianlu had always admired her pragmatism, even if her high standards sometimes left him feeling inadequate.
"Xian-Xian," Mayumi said softly, her voice calm and measured. "I heard your teas have been improving." Her words carried a sense of neutrality, yet there was an underlying intrigue in her tone.
Xianlu bowed again, gesturing for her to take a seat. "They have, Madam Mayumi. I've been focusing on honing my technique, refining each blend to suit the preferences of our guests."
Mayumi nodded, her gaze sharp as she observed him. "Then let's see how far you've come."
Without needing further instructions, Xianlu began preparing a custom tea blend for her. He carefully measured rare herbs from the shop's collection—each ingredient chosen with precision to balance flavor and effect.
Mayumi's Blend
For Mayumi Koicha, Xianlu carefully crafted a blend that embodied calm precision and subtle strength. He selected a base of Jasmine Pearls and Velvet Rose petals to provide a gentle, soothing essence that fostered tranquility. To enhance focus and clarity, Xianlu infused Black Dragon Licorice and Silver Root, both known for their grounding properties. Lastly, a touch of Moonlit Lavender was added to harmonize the blend, offering a balanced depth while calming the mind. The ingredients were balanced with meticulous attention, ensuring that the blend maintained its refined subtlety—ideal for someone like Mayumi, who values results over effort and appreciates the understated complexities in life.
"The base," Xianlu began, "is a blend of Jasmine Pearls and Velvet Rose petals. Their subtle, soothing notes complement each other, offering tranquility. For strength, I've infused Black Dragon Licorice and Silver Root—known to enhance resilience. Lastly, a touch of Moonlit Lavender brings calm, grounding the blend."
Mayumi watched closely as he worked, her sharp eyes evaluating each step. "Impressive," she said finally. "You've paid attention to detail, something many lack." She took a sip, her expression still composed.
"This blend," Xianlu continued, "is meant to harmonize the mind and body. It's designed to ease tension while sharpening focus."
Mayumi hummed thoughtfully as she set the cup down. "It's subtle, yet potent. You understand balance well."
Xianlu's hands steadied as he awaited her critique, though inside, he felt a flicker of pride. Not many appreciated the intricacies of tea brewing as Mayumi did.
"You've improved quietly ," Mayumi said after a moment. "But," she added with a faint smile, "you still lack the spark of raw talent that some possess."
Xianlu bowed once again, understanding her words without bitterness. "I will continue to refine myself."
Mayumi rose gracefully, a small nod exchanged with Daiten before she left the shop. Xianlu watched her go, the door closing softly behind her. It was a fleeting interaction, but one that left him pondering her words. Yet, in those moments, he found clarity. Talent or no talent, what mattered was the determination to craft something truly unique—and he had that in abundance.
As Daiten cleaned the counter nearby, he chuckled softly, amused by the interaction. "A hard critic, but she knows her teas," he remarked. "Still, my boy, you've done well. More than well, she's the hard tipper too!" Daiten exclaimed as he saw the tipping jar.
Xianlu smiled. "Thank you, Grandfather. I'll continue to strive."
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The gentle hum of the evening settled over Koicha's Blossoms as Xianlu and Daiten prepared to close the shop for the day. The air was crisp, the sun sinking lower behind the distant trees, and the usual warmth of conversation between customers had begun to fade into quiet anticipation of the evening. The familiar scent of jasmine and herbs lingered in the air, a comforting embrace for those who entered.
The door of Koicha's Blossoms creaked open once more, the soft jingle of the shop bell announcing the arrival of a familiar figure. Xianlu looked up from behind the counter, his breath catching for a moment at the sight. It wasn't just a familiar face, but two—their presence carrying weight and history into the quiet evening.
Yuhen Koicha, Xianlu's uncle, glided into the shop on his simple wooden wheelchair, his frail frame exuding a serene strength. Beside him was Eini Koicha, her silver hair glimmering faintly in the warm glow of the lanterns. Her calm demeanor matched Yuhen's, but there was an unmistakable vitality in her eyes—she had not lost her spark.
"Uncle Yuhen," Xianlu greeted, bowing respectfully. His hands trembled slightly as he reached forward to steady the wheelchair. "Madam Eini… welcome back!"
Yuhen offered a soft smile as Xianlu helped him settle into a seat by the counter. His golden scales shimmered gently in the light, like chrysanthemums in bloom, radiating a peaceful yet powerful aura. "Xian-Xian," he said in his soft, contemplative voice. "You look tired, though I feel like it's more than just physically."
"Physically and mentally, uncle. There have been a lot of customers as of late." Xianlu responded. He glanced over to Daiten, who leaned against the doorway, his gaze steady and observant.
"Well," Daiten said with a hearty chuckle, his voice booming through the quiet room, "you two know how to keep the shop lively."
Eini smiled faintly as she picked up a wooden cup from the counter, running her fingers over the delicate carvings. "This used to be mine," she murmured, her voice soft with nostalgia.
She turned to Daiten, the edges of her lips quirking upward. "Even at your age, you managed to keep the shop humming with purpose."
Daiten grew serious at the mention of their shared history. "Few things leave a mark like those days did. But now, we cultivate a different kind of legacy here—one of tea, wisdom, and resilience."
Yuhen let out a soft breath, his gaze shifting to the wooden floorboards. "There is wisdom in simplicity. Tea, like life, requires balance."
"Agreed," Eini said, her tone soft but firm. "Xianlu understands this. He's crafted a tea where people find more than just a drink—they find peace and understanding."
Xianlu shifted awkwardly, feeling the weight of their praise but uncertain how to accept it fully. "I've had great teachers," he said quietly, glancing between Yuhen and Daiten. "I owe much of my growth to my Grandfather and uncle."
Eini nodded, a faint smile crossing her lips. "And yet, it is your own hands that do the brewing. We've only given you the tools to shape your journey."
"Tools that many wouldn't recognize without the guidance," Yuhen added, his voice smooth like silk. "You've embraced the discipline, Xianlu. That is no small feat."
Daiten's eyes sparkled as he listened, a rare moment of pride showing on his rugged face. "You always were good with words, Yuhen. But even you can't argue with results. My grandson's done well."
"You're too kind, Grandpa," Xianlu said with a slight bow. "But I still have a long way to go."
"Indeed," Yuhen said thoughtfully, leaning back into his chair. "There's always more to learn, more to refine. Growth is never a straight path. It winds, twists, and at times, you must navigate through uncertainty."
While they conversed, Xianlu offered a cup of tea to Eini.
Eini's Blend
For Eini Koicha, Xianlu crafted a blend of white tea leaves, chamomile blossoms, and a hint of lemongrass. The delicate floral notes were carefully balanced with a subtle, earthy undertone, embodying her refined yet grounded nature. Chamomile provided a sense of calm, while lemongrass added a touch of clarity, making the blend both soothing and invigorating. Each sip carried a hint of wisdom and introspection, designed to enhance her contemplative nature while nurturing her ever-curious mind.
When Eini receives the tea, she takes a moment to inspect it with a calm, thoughtful gaze. She picks up the cup gently, swirling the warm liquid before taking a slow, deliberate sip. The flavors unfold on her tongue—each note intertwining in perfect harmony. A faint smile graces her lips as she sets the cup down, her gaze meeting Xianlu's. "A blend worthy of attention," she murmurs, her voice serene yet purposeful.
"You've captured balance, just as I value it. Well done, Xian-Xian." Eini praised.
"Thank you, Madam Eini." Xianlu smiled and thought back to his earlier attempts, when he would spend hours blending herbs, tinkering with ratios until the taste was perfect. It was a process of trial and error—a dance of refinement and discovery.
"I guess you should be curious about my presence here... The Academy sent me to give a speech," Eini said, her voice breaking into Xianlu's thoughts. "To share my insights with the scholars. But I found myself eager to return here—to see how you've grown since the last time."
"It's good to have you back, Madam," Xianlu said sincerely, pouring cups of tea for the trio with steady hands. "Even Uncle Yuhen, though I'd rather not see you travel such lengths alone."
Yuhen chuckled softly, the sound carrying a playful air. "You'll learn that one's strength doesn't diminish with age or injury. It only changes forms."
"The same goes for wisdom," Eini said, her tone as smooth as the tea Xianlu served. "It flows differently through those who've seen more seasons."
Daiten nodded, the weight of his words heavy but grounding. "And the greatest lessons are often the simplest. They aren't always loud or grand. Sometimes, the most profound truths lie in the quietest corners."
Xianlu sat quietly for a moment, the hum of conversation weaving through the shop. The evening had settled into a rhythm of shared wisdom, of stories and lessons passed down from those who had walked the paths of hardship before him.
Xianlu glanced at the trio once more, his heart swelling with gratitude. These moments, simple as they were, felt monumental—a rare gathering of wisdom, shared struggles, and unyielding guidance.
Eini Koicha and Xianlu's relationship began years ago when Eini was a revered teacher at Riverscale Academy. During her time there, she mentored Yuhen, shaping him into the wise and disciplined elder that Xianlu now calls "Uncle." Their bond went beyond mere instruction; Eini's teachings were rooted in philosophy, patience, and the pursuit of mastery. She challenged Yuhen to sharpen his mental clarity and embrace the balance between strength and serenity—a foundation Yuhen passed down to Xianlu.
When Eini retired from her formal teaching role, she became a wandering scholar, traveling from village to village, seeking knowledge and imparting wisdom. Her visits to Koicha's Blossoms began as simple trips to reminisce with Daiten, the fearless warrior she had fought alongside during the wars of their youth. Over time, however, Eini took notice of Xianlu—a young man eager to learn, much like Yuhen had once been.
One day, after learning that Xianlu was Yuhen's nephew, Eini offered her guidance in earnest. She saw in Xianlu a reflection of the youth Yuhen once was—a potential she couldn't ignore. With her visits becoming more frequent, Eini began sharing stories of her own trials and triumphs, as well as offering lessons tailored to Xianlu's journey. Through their interactions, Xianlu's mind sharpened, his understanding deepened, and his abilities grew in ways only a mentor like Eini could guide him.