月
The night was starry but there was no peace. Jīng Tiānmíng was drifting further and further away. His teachers were lecturing him on the history of the One Hundred Schools of Thought. He struggled to listen and take the information in at first but he could no longer find the will to continue doing so. The position given to him no longer seemed as attractive as it had before.
He sighed as discreetly as possible. He wasn't hiding his boredom. All of his teachers bore witness to his disinterest. He glanced at them each. They were all powerful in their own right. He couldn't deny that. He couldn't be ungrateful either.
As his boredom grew the piercing pale light of the moon caught his attention. He peered up at it with one eye. The light was somewhat soothing. It filled him comfort and memories. He was taken back to his time with Yuè. She was too kind and the type of person who would have been ideal for his recently acquired title. She would have been the logical choice. They would only have needed to teach her martial arts.
"Are you listening?"
Tianming jolted from his reverie. He shied away from the disapproving frowns of his teachers. He didn't want the path to becoming a Mohist leader. He only wanted to be strong and find his father. He noddedto appease them but it didn't succeed. They saw beyond his lies too easily.
"I'm listening," he grumbled.
It was another lie. He was thinking of Yuè again. She was the only one who could get him through the torturous history and cultural lessons.
Author's Note: Well, I haven't actually seen much of series 3. This is the only episode of that series that I've seen. Shǎoyǔ and Xuěnǚ were pretty funny. I enjoyed watching the episode very much but I only did so as I couldn't find the rest of series 2. I'm sorry about the quality. I hope that you've gained some enjoyment from my work though. Thank you for reading my story; I appreciate the time you've spent. I apologise for my shortfalls.
Part of the Revival Collection.