It was… Well, awkward would be one word for it.
Standing outside, insulated against the cold as best she could be, covered in a thick layer of rather expensive winter clothing, she saw some of their servants struggle to lift a heavy piece of luggage into the covered wagon, a couple of guards standing watch as they waited for the order to leave.
She glanced back over her shoulder, her father talking to the captain of their guards, informing him of his duty to protect his daughter, and to a lesser extent, master Viper as they travelled from her childhood home, to the Jade Palace.
The Jade Palace!
It still seemed all too surreal, and she kept expecting to suddenly wake up and realize that it was all just a wonderful dream.
But as the days dragged on, as they witnessed the fireworks painting the sky in a rainbow of colors, hearing the villagers celebrating the departure of the old year, greeting the new one, she finally came to accept that it wasn't just a dream.
It was a dream come true.
To say her father had been displeased, would be an understatement in the way of saying that the Great wall was 'somewhat lengthy'.
He had been furious.
If it wasn't for her mother, she was certain he would outright have refused to let her go right then and there, probably locking her in her room until her wedding, which of course, and to her great relief, would now have to be cancelled, only adding more fuel to the fire that was his anger.
But Xiu had known that, without support, she would never have been able to convince her father to let her do this, and so, along with master Viper, they had gone to her mother to explain the situation, Xiu fervently hoping that she would support her.
She had not been disappointed.
Her mother had been thrilled, almost elated, and had pledged that, whatever it took, she would make sure that her father would allow her to go.
Hence, the battle of the study had commenced, Xiu wisely choosing to stand on the sidelines, letting the two adults battle it out, as she could not find any words that would persuade her father.
And anyway, it seemed that, after what seemed like ages, her father was losing ground, his face growing less flushed and red with anger, and sweat beginning to appear as he was forced to continue the argument, having to defend his decision again and again and again as her mother, still as fresh and battle ready as she had been at the beginning of what had become a very, very long 'discussion'.
Though she had not dared to hope, for fear of having it crushed before her, she knew that, if anyone could convince her stubborn father of doing anything he didn't want to do, it would be her mother.
And her trust seemed to have been well placed.
"Are you not pleased with our daughter? How many families can say that they have had one of their children apprenticed to one of the furious five? How many of the other nobles or governors or clans can rightfully say that one of their children have studied at the Jade Palace?"
Her mother, having been calm and collected thus far, was losing her patience, her annoyance with her husband becoming plain, her arms crossed in a very displeased gesture, looking haughtily down her nose, her usually beautiful features turning into a terrifying hard mask as her father, pacing back and forth in his study, fidgeting with his paws, wheeled around, his mouth wide open.
"That is not the point! That is not what…"
Her mother, finally losing her last shred of patience, threw up her arms, letting out a frustrated and angry shout, rushing past her father to stand near the window, before turning, her teeth bared in anger, her eyes shooting lightning bolts, looking angrier than either Xiu or her father had ever seen her before.
"What! What is it then! Why don't you want her to go! Is it because you don't think it suitable! Is it because you don't think it appropriate! Or is it just because you didn't decide it! Why! Why shouldn't she go! Give me one good reason, and I'll stop!"
"No I mean Yes I mean No I mean…"
He didn't know what to say, and truthfully, it was rare that he ever had to put up with any form of discussion or back talk, used as he was to people simply doing what they were told, used to getting his way, though, even if he would never admit it, his wife did indeed have more control over him and the household than he probably even realized.
And yet, as he stood there, falling over his own words, it seemed as if he himself was beginning to doubt his own reasons as well, her mother having spent ages spinning his words, turning his own arguments towards him.
While he did think it unsuitable, and ultimately useless, for his daughter to learn Kung Fu, this was not the same.
Being taught Kung Fu in her spare time, by some old veteran was one thing.
Being taught by a master at the Jade Palace was quite another, carrying with it, as it did, no small amount of prestige, the title also bringing with it a lot of honor, and opening a whole new set of doors, both for her, and her family.
After all, how many could brag that they had a daughter who was apprenticed to a master of the Jade Palace?
Finally, his position becoming impossible, and his mind becoming exhausted, he too threw up his arms, something between a growl and a sigh escaping him, and he walked over to his chair, sitting down heavily, before he slowly, almost as if in physical pain, he pulled over an empty, gilded scroll, dipping a pencil in an ink house, putting it to the scroll.
"What are you doing?"
Her mother asked the question, half as a challenge, half because she was genuinely curios, perhaps fearing some sort of ploy, her back half-turned to him, her right eyebrow crooked upwards slowly.
Gritting his teeth angrily, he petulantly left the question hanging for a good long while before answering in a strained voice, the words seeming to be torn from him with great effort.
"What do you think I'm doing? I'm writing to inform them that the wedding is off."
He mumbled something about 'losing face' and 'never going to hear the end of this', and it took Xiu a while before she realized the importance of what he had just said, a weird, croaking noise escaping her throat as she at the same time shouted out in joy, and simultaneously strangled it for fear of angering her father enough that he might actually change his mind.
It was with great pleasure that she witnessed her father, after having taken a long time to compose himself, had meet with Master Viper in the dining room, and I his best 'Important and serious official' voice, had announced that 'after great deliberation, and deep thought, assisted by wise council' he had agreed to allow his daughter to accept the honor of becoming her student and go to the Jade Palace, where she would henceforth study under the tutelage of the masters there.
And with that, her dreams had come true.
Though she had to wait for Master Viper to return from her visit to her family, a week or so away, and though she had to suffer under endless lectures by her father about 'upholding the family honor' and 'to keep the best interests of the Clan in mind' she already felt as though she was finally starting to have some control over her own life. As though she was finally allowed a say in her own future.
It was liberating.
It was freedom in a way she had never experienced it before.
The days seemed to drag on endlessly as she waited for the hour of departure, and she found the time to be almost impossible to bear, but she nonetheless weathered it without complaint, occupying herself with imagining how her new life at the palace would be like.
Slowly, but steadily, the day approached, and as Master Viper once again came to their house, she found herself growing more and more excited by the minute, as the hour finally arrived.
Though, of course, her father wouldn't let his last chance of ordering her around go to waste.
"No daughter of mine will travel through the land at a time like this without an escort!"
She let out a loud, long-suffering sigh, as more than half of her father's guards were assembled, and ordered to prepare to escort her and her possessions to the valley of peace.
Though she herself had little idea of what she should bring, some part of her having refused to plan ahead, as if afraid to jinx the whole thing by daring to believe she would be allowed to go, and she found herself having to enlist the help of her mother, along with her maid, who seemed to be convinced that it was of the utmost importance that she bring every conceivable piece of attire that could be imagined.
"I doubt they will be having many Grand Balls at the jade palace Dia."
Her maid looked at the stack of dresses she had laid out, concern written on her face as she surveyed them.
"But they might my lady. And if they do, then you'll need a selection."
The goose suddenly jumped, apparently realizing that there might possibly be need for a selection of shawls and hats to go with the fine dresses, but before she could disappear inside one of the numerous drawers, closets and other containers, her mother commanding, but calm voice rang out from the hall.
"Only the bare necessities Dia. She will only have a limited amount of room."
Xiu could hear the maid mumble something about her already having only packed the most necessary items, but the goose knew better than to go against her mother's wishes, and she carefully cleaned away the piles of clothes.
Despite all this, Xiu still thought that she seemed to have an inordinate amount of baggage, and she doubted that she would be able to lift the heavy chest by herself, and she was quite grateful that it would recline in the back of the wagon, pulled by a group of strong servants, sitting next to the supplies for the trip, bags of food and camping equipment, just in case they couldn't find any 'suitable' quarters along the road.
At least, she had convinced her father that a litter would be over the top, though he hadn't liked it.
She would walk to the Jade Palace, next to her master.
She would have to get used to calling her that.
Seeing that the procession was finally moving into something resembling an orderly column, she took in a deep breath, whispering to herself.
"Well, this is it."
Viper was speaking to her parents, her mother smiling broadly, before she bowed before the master, showing her respects, as her father did likewise, an image of noble breeding and manners.
As master Viper turned and approached the waiting line of guards and servants, she moved close by Xiu on her path, taken her paw gently in her tail, talking in a low voice.
"Take all the time you need sweetie."
She nodded her thanks, taking another steadying breath, before walking over stand in front of her parents.
Her mother looked conflicted, a proud smile at odds with the tears forming in her eyes, the sight of her on the verge of tears at the sight of her girls departing threatening to bring tears to Xiu's eyes.
Her father stood stoically, showing little emotion, and only her trained eye was able to pick out the small tell-tale signs that, despite everything, he seemed… well, he would miss her. At least, she thought so.
"So. Here I go."
She forced a smile to her lips, though she was losing the battle against the tears.
Then, her mother did something she didn't expect.
Rushing forward, having to stoop just a little, she grabbed her in a crushing embrace, pulling her close, holding her tight.
They stood there, disregarding all the guards and servants that, knowing their place, suddenly became very occupied looking anywhere else but at them, admiring the clear blue sky, or the snow covered trees.
She felt a hand come to rest on her shoulder, her father, not quite sure what else to do, but the gesture was enough for her to know that yes, he would miss her.
"Be careful honey. We are going to miss you so much."
A few tears rolled down her cheeks, and she didn't try to hold them back, only nodding slowly, the movement lost in the folds of her mother's dress.
"I will miss you too. I promise I will write, and I will come visit as soon as possible."
Her father coughed awkwardly, gently prying the two of them apart, though he was not very insistent about it.
"Now, don't keep your master waiting. Remember, follow her instructions, train hard, and make us proud."
She nodded, knowing that it was his best attempt at a goodbye, and besides, she had every intention of becoming the best student the Jade palace had ever seen.
They would all be so proud of her.
As her home disappeared behind her, her parents watching them all depart from their spot on the balcony at the top of their house, her eyes able to pick them out from far, far away as she left through the front-gates of the town, the residents and merchants quickly clearing the way for the party as they made their journey towards the valley of peace.
Master Viper, tracking her gaze, smiled, seemingly glad at the sight.
"Will you miss them?"
She nodded.
"Of course… Master Viper."
She added the last part a little belatedly, having for a moment forgotten whom she was talking to. Turning her attention to her new master, she glanced down at her as she slithered along besides her, at the head of the column, the two of them walking side by side.
She had so many questions, but where to start?
Well, they had at least five days of walking in front of them. Plenty of time for her to get to ask everything she wanted to know.
The great doors to the meeting room creaked open, allowing a tired, and somewhat haggard looking Master Croc to enter and Master Ox, looking up from a stack of scrolls, rose up from his seat, leaning expectantly over the table as his friend neared.
"Well?"
The large ox stared at his friend, his eyes narrowed as he waited for any news, the table groaning under his weight as he leaned closer still.
But the crocodile shook his head, and the ox sighed in disappointment, letting himself plop back into his chair, that protested loudly to the mistreatment.
"So, they still aren't talking."
He said it mostly to himself, his hand running down his face slowly as he let out a tired grunt, his previous optimism vanishing immediately.
Though it had barely been half a week since master Croc's return, with the prisoners in tow, they had frantically hoped that some of the captives, any of them really, would have shed some light on the confused and, quite frankly, disturbing situation that had developed since Croc's arrival at Jinhae. But their hopes had proven futile, as none of the wolves would divulge even the tiniest sliver of information, all of them refusing to say anything at all.
What little could be gathered from the citizens only did more to confuse the situation, as most had wisely chosen to remain hidden, though a few had dared peek out, catching short glimpses and hurried looks, leading to a smattering of scattered, often embellished stories of what had transpired, the two masters left to decide what was truth, and what was not.
Though, a red line did seem to be forming, even if it wasn't nice.
What was most disturbing was sergeant Son's account of a stranger, coming in to free them, aiding them in their fight, providing a distraction for him and his men to help free the town.
He had given as detailed a discretion as he was able, though he could not comment much on the cloaked person's features, as he had been covered head to toe, hiding himself underneath layers of cloth and armor, and, as the rhino apologized, it had been rather dark.
But according to him, this person was dangerous, and hearing his story, the masters were inclined to agree, as his motives remained unknown, though the individual had revealed that he did indeed have prior dealings with the bandits, of a most unpleasant nature according to Son.
By all accounts, they had this person to thank for foiling the wolves' plans, and certainly, Master Croc and the Gongmen guard would not have survived the night if not for his intervention, and the people of the town did indeed have him to thank for driving off the wolves. But still.
Why had he done this?
There was no doubt in Ox's mind that they were dealing with a highly trained, highly skilled, and extremely dangerous individual.
Especially considering the… The state they had found the bandits' leader in.
Master Croc was no stranger to bloodshed. Both of them had been fighting side by side for many years, and had seen many battles together.
Both of them had seen their friend, master Rhino, obliterated by Shen's weapon, not too long ago.
But still, Croc had found the scene he had come upon… Disturbing.
Qiang, had been a dagger in their side for several months now. He was intelligent, he was experienced, he was cunning, and he was terrifyingly cruel when he wanted to be, leaving many town and villages shaking with the bare whisper of his name.
And, he had been a skilled warrior, though admittedly, no match for any of them, though he had been smart enough never to be caught in a fight he couldn't win. Until now.
Master Ox did not doubt that the same person who had helped free Son and his men, the same individual who had gone through all this trouble seeing the wolves stopped, their plans disrupted, was the same person behind Qiang's demise.
Though he did not for a second pity the wolf, and though he was relieved that such a menace would no longer haunt the nightmares of the people of this province, it still left many unanswered questions.
Why had this stranger done this?
Why had he come for Qiang?
Was it an old acquaintance?
An agent of a rival gang?
Some other dark forces moving in the shadows?
Why? For what purpose? What was the end game?
He did not know.
And not knowing made him both concerned, and angry.
"Hmm…"
He leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table, his head leaning against his hands.
"We should probably tell Shifu."
Ox nodded, agreeing with his friend.
While he did not quite think it time for them to call for aid, the motives of the stranger still unknown, he thought it a significant enough development to at least appraise the Grandmaster of the new changes.
Maybe he had an answer for them. After all, Shifu was privy to an enormous amount of both rumors and information, the master's great ears always open for even a hint of trouble as he kept a stalwart vigil against the forces of evil.
The ox nodded, mostly to himself.
Reaching a hand inside a drawer, he removed an empty scroll, and picking up his pencil, he began wording the message.
Yes, maybe Shifu would know something.
The gong rang out, and for a moment, Xiu had to battle with herself intensely, her body refusing to budge, her eye refusing to open, her mind muddled, her muscles exhausted, unresponsive, aching from the grueling regime of training imposed on her after her arrival.
'Come on! You'll be late!'
She more or less rolled out of her hard, uncomfortable bed, the thing not fit for its intended purpose, her back feeling as if she had laid upon the rocky ground outside, and she managed to force her tired arms to obey her will, and push her up slightly, her legs doing the rest of the work as she finally came to a stand, half running, half stumbling into the hallway, where she promptly stood to attention, staring somewhat bleary-eyed straight ahead of her as she awaited the arrival of the grandmaster.
She blinked rapidly, trying to get the sleep out of her eyes as she suppressed a mighty yawn and a shiver, the cold air at this height somewhat chillier than she was used to, despite her fur doing more to protect her than what most others had claim to.
Her ears picked up the unmistakable sound of the master of the jade palace approaching from outside, the sound of his walking stick striking the stones outside sounding obscenely loud in her ears this early in the morning.
As the sound neared, the tapping of wood on stone was replaced with the more gentle and hollow creek as he ascended the few steps leading up to the barracks.
As soon as she heard it stop, she knew that he had entered the barracks where she resided, as the solitary resident thus far, and made the mental countdown before she said, in a loud clear voice:
"Good morning master."
Without missing a beat, the short, elderly red panda replied.
"Good morning student, I hope you had a pleasant night's sleep?"
She nodded, still staring straight ahead.
"Yes master, thank you master."
He nodded, apparently pleased with her answer, before he made a motion with his hand, as if saying 'come along'.
"Excellent. You have a long, rewarding day ahead of you after all."
He said it without a hint of sarcasm, and she barely managed to hide a distressed look, not wanting to give him any hint that she wasn't able to handle it, that she wasn't worthy of her place here.
As he turned to walk back outside, moving over towards the kitchens where they would eat their communal breakfast, she finally lost the fight and her maw opened in a large, jaw-cracking yawn, and she gently rested against the doorframe, rubbing her tired eyes with the heels of her palms as she wondered how the aging grandmaster was able to wake up before the crack of dawn and seem so cheery and fresh.
For spirits sake the sun wasn't even up yet!
She pushed herself up, beginning the trek towards the kitchen, knowing that there was no excuse to keep them waiting.
Straightening her training uniform that she had been given at her arrival, after a few measurements had been made of course, she fought her way towards the entrance, from where she just caught sight of the back of the red panda as he disappeared inside the communal house, where the kitchen was located.
She had to admit, being at the jade palace, though it was everything she had ever wanted, was not at all what she expected.
Both in a good, and a bad way.
For starters, Grandmaster Shifu was much nicer than she had been led to believe, the stories about his short temper, though not exactly wrong, from what she could gather, didn't seem to have much basis in fact, as he had been nothing but the very image of patience. Not once had he ever raised his voice at her, or made a harsh comment at her expense.
Granted, it had barely been two full days since her arrival, but she had made no shortage of errors in her time her already, the huge adjustment of having to live here meaning that she had been expected to learn and overcome from the very second her foot touched the stairs leading to the palace above.
He had been nothing but kind to her though, and more than willing to answer any questions she might have, along with offering any advice she might need.
The first morning, when she had failed to wake up at the morning gong, he had only lightly admonished her, explaining the need of being punctual and ready at any given time of the day. Especially when deep in slumber. He had advised to drink plenty of water before going to sleep, as it would usually make someone who was not use to the early hours wake quite easily come morning.
Though she had been warned that they usually got up quite early, she had assumed that it would not have been too difficult to adjust.
She had been proven wrong. As if they had heard her private thoughts, they had spent most of the first day, pushing her through a technically easy, but nonetheless exhausting training regime, trying to see what she could do, and try to create a picture on how best to train her.
Come morning, her body had screamed for more rest, for more time to heal, and she had had to be woken by the Grand master knocking on her door. She had wanted to sink into the ground out of pure shame.
Day one, and she was already falling behind.
But she had resolved not to make that mistake again, and today, and every day from now on, she would be out there, waiting, right after the morning gong.
She guessed that she should only be grateful that the gong was placed in the master's barracks, giving her just enough time to drag herself out of bed, and into position, as he made his way from their quarters to hers, the small difference in time no doubt meant for the benefit of the new students.
She heard loud laughter, the sound rattling in her tired mind this early in the morning, and she saw the masters, along with the fabled dragon warrior, walking towards the dining area, all of them looking as if they had been up for hours.
That was another thing she had found to be… different than what she had expected.
She had always imagined the furious five being stoic, larger-than-life heroes. Silent, unlaughing, unemotional, distant, with Viper being the exception, rather than the rule.
Her surprise when she came face to face with the fabled heroes of all of China, expecting them to disregard her, taking no notice of the new arrival as she was so far beneath them, was complete, when the first thing that happened after they crowded close to get a look at the first new arrival, was master Monkey making a joke about Viper having found 'The next Tai lung'.
They were nothing like she had expected.
Well, except for Tigress, though she too was a lot nicer than she had assumed, the Master giving her an encouraging smile, and even giving her a short, but seemingly sincere welcome.
And then, there was the dragon warrior.
If the masters had surprised her, she was completely overwhelmed by the legendary warrior from myth, as she came face to face with the biggest hero in all of China.
He was nothing like she had expected.
She had heard the legends, heard the stories about his numerous exploits and fights, and the impossible feats he was capable of.
And yet, the man behind the fame was…
Well, if anyone had told her the truth about him, she wouldn't have believed them.
Yes, he was friendly, and he had been one of the first to welcome her when she arrived, almost gushing as he came up to greet her, raving about all the cool things he would teach her, slightly intimidating her as he listed off several Kung Fu moves she had heard from stories, all of which she was sure was way beyond anything she would be able to handle before she had been studying here for at least a couple of years.
But still, he was supposed to be the most powerful warrior in all of China. But looking at him, that seemed as some sort of joke.
And of course, there was his eating habits.
"Guys, today is the day I'm going to beat the record! I just feel it in my guts ya know?"
He proclaimed it loudly across the courtyard, his gut making a very audible grumble as it apparently agreed with him, most of the others snickering.
"So you think you can get to the magic forty? I'll bet five yuan you won't make it!"
She stood there, hidden in the shadows inside the barracks, summoning the courage to go outside and join them, still intimidated by them despite their warm welcome and the friendliness they had shown her thus far.
After all, she was so new at this, she was so new here. While they were all great heroes, celebrated and recognized across all of China, she had yet to do anything of note to anyone. She had yet to prove herself.
Or at least, that's what she thought.
It was one thing to train with them, to be taught to master the art of Kung Fu, to learn what it meant to be a warrior.
She could do that! She could face them on the training ground, she could take a hit, she could hit back, she could take a punch and give as good as she got, well, sort of, but now, she was expected to eat breakfast with them!
Yesterday, she had gone to the area she had been told would be where she and the other new students would eat their meals, made as a mirror of the master's kitchen and dining area, and she had eaten a cold lonely breakfast, before master Viper had found her, confused as to why she was eating alone, as opposed to sitting with them.
She had almost chocked on her food.
She was supposed to eat with them!
But they were master, great heroes of all of China! Why would they eat with her?
She excused herself saying that she had already eaten, and that she had thought that she was supposed to sit in there, not wanting in the least to join them, greatly intimidated by their fame and reputation.
Sure, master Viper had said that, as soon as the other student were found, they would eat their meals in a room of their own, but until then, they couldn't very well let her sit alone at every meal, surrounded by empty chairs.
She wished that they would.
Taking a deep, steadying breath, she stepped outside, quickly, and as quietly as she was able, she walked towards them, intent on keeping a little distance so that she could perhaps sneak into the kitchen with them. At least then, her entrance would not be noted as much. Maybe they wouldn't notice her at all.
"Good morning Xiu, sleep well?"
No such luck.
Her hopes were dashed as soon as Viper asked her question, the other masters turning slightly to see her approaching them, all of them smiling brightly at her as they bid her good morning as well.
"Yes master Viper, thank you master."
She made a bow, which made Master Mantis and Master Monkey snicker slightly, before they turned around to walk into the communal building.
"Sweetie, you know you don't have to bow every time we talk to each other."
She mentally smacked herself. She had already been told this a few times now, but still, it came so natural to her now. And besides, she really didn't want to offend any of them by accident.
"Yes master Viper, sorry master Viper."
She followed the others inside, walking down the hall, steering towards the room at the far end, where a warm glow cast its light out into the darkened corridor.
Shifu was already sitting at the edge of the table, nursing a steaming cup of tea, his back to the door, the rest of them having to file past him to his left or his right as they shuffled through the somewhat cramped kitchen to reach their seat, the Grand master seemingly content with sitting in the surprisingly warm room, waiting for the others to arrive, seemingly taking no special notice of any of them.
Po immediately walked over to the stove, the fire inside having been lit by one of the numerous servants of the palace in preparation for them, and he began to pull out an assortment of items and ingredients, setting to work on making them all a warm, filling breakfast to start off the day, the great dragon warrior having elected himself as the head chef, which none of the others disputed, though Xiu was still surprised at the sheer amount of mundane and normal everyday duties that was relegated to the masters themselves.
Taking her place at the table, Viper on her right, and master Po on her left, though he was now busy with his cooking, she sat down, folding her paws in her lap, waiting for her breakfast, sitting in silence, not feeling comfortable with talking right now, acutely aware of her own pose, how her clothes looked, if she was perhaps supposed to wait till after they had eaten? Or maybe she should be standing until all the masters were sat?
She looked around cautiously, taking in the sight of the greatest masters of China, sitting down at the same table as her, patiently waiting for their breakfast, the scene was so at odds with the way she had imagined them.
As they sat, they chatted amongst each other, Shifu, finishing his tea, got up and nodded to the rest of them, bidding them all a continued good morning as he left to tend to some business, not having time to sit for long to enjoy a meal, the elderly red panda seeming to run on hot water alone.
Still, though he left, it didn't do much to lift her subdued spirits, as she was still surrounded by people she had been brought up almost worshipping, though had never had any hope of actually meeting.
It all seemed so ordinary, so normal. They could have been anybody really, any of the uncountable ordinary persons anywhere in the realm, doing the exact same thing right now.
As they talked amongst themselves, Monkey chortling at something Mantis said, she slowly started to relax, as none of them seemed to be particularly watching her, all of them just relaxing, and it slowly dawned on her that perhaps, that was the lesson here.
Suddenly, a bowl filled with noodles was placed in front of her, making her start just a little as she had been deep in though.
"Here you go, one nice nutritious breakfast for the new student."
He said it with a cheerful and sincere voice, but nonetheless, it still extracted some snickers from the simian and the mantis.
Xiu blushed professedly, Viper hissed at them angrily, though it didn't seem like it did much to deter them.
Xiu swallowed, clearing her throat.
"Thank you, dragon warrior."
It came out a little low, almost as a nervous whisper, but as he placed more bowls in front of the others, he still smiled proudly, made a dismissive gesture towards her.
"Don't mention it, and you know you can just call me Po right?"
She didn't know how to answer that, and he didn't seem to expect an answer as he sat down, and immediately started eating his breakfast, finishing it in one quick gulp before drying off the broth around his mouth with the back of his paw.
"So, what are you guys going to do today?"
The panda, going over to pour himself a second portion, half turned to look at them all as he asked his question, though it was mostly directed at Viper, since Xiu still had little idea of what she would be doing day to day.
Viper, looking thoughtful for a moment, cast a glance over at Xiu, noticing how tired she looked, a couple of bruises starting to blossom on her bare arms as yesterday training started to take its toll.
"I think today, we will try and focus on meditation and balance."
Viper smiled slightly as she said that, still keeping her eyes on her student, while Xiu was hardly able to keep her face impassive, the urge to shout out in joy almost overcoming her, but she nonetheless managed to keep the impulse under control, hiding her true feelings. There was no reason to make them thing she was as tired as she was.
"What about the rest of ya? What was it you were supposed to do again Monkey?"
Monkey, a chopstick full of noodles entering his mouth, shrugged.
"Master Shifu gave me permission to go to Saripo."
The others looked at him, somewhat surprised. They knew that Monkey had grown up on the streets of that city, which was famous for being a rather unpleasant place, and they waited for him to give an explanation.
Seeing their expectant looks, he sighed, putting his utensils away.
"I thought I might try and look for someone who could use some help out there. you know, like Shifu said. Spirits know there are a lot of those in Saripo."
His tone suddenly became very serious, and as until now she had only seen him joking or fooling around, Xiu found the change a little surprising, as it was so unexpected. Xiu noticed master Tigress' eyes narrow, though she did not look directly at Monkey, but rather gave him a sidelong glance.
"You have thought a lot about this?"
Monkey nodded, likewise not looking up from his dish.
"Yes I have."
There was silence for a little while, the atmosphere suddenly becoming very tense. It was broken when Crane cleared his throat.
"I'm supposed to return a couple of scrolls to a temple near Gun Jing, down south. Shifu says we've had them long enough, and he doesn't want the monks there to think we won't be returning them."
"And I'm joining him as far as Bordong. I'm going to meet someone there."
Mantis just slung it out there, maybe to draw attention away from his simian friend, who looked down at him questioningly as he made the announcement, though most of Mantis' attention was directed at his food, which he was still gobbling up voraciously, and at first, he didn't notice how all the others turned their attention to him, expecting him to go on, Viper's brow furrowing inquisitively.
When he looked up from his bowl, a mouthful of noodles filling his cheeks, he could see all their eyes directed at him, making him blurt out through filled cheeks.
"It's just a friend all right! No reason to look at me like that!"
With that resolved, the rest returned to own food, and the meal was quickly finished, the masters stacked the empty bowl in the center of the table, before leaving one after one, and Po picked them up, carrying them over to the sink, putting a pot of water over on the stove to boil so that he would have some hot water.
Tentatively, looking at master Viper who was making her way to the door, Xiu asked cautiously.
"Uhm, should I be doing that?"
She pointed at the stack of dirty bowls and pots, not quite sure what was expected of her. Surely, she couldn't leave the dragon warrior to do it.
Though she had never had to do any cleaning or washing before in her life, it had been made crystal clear to her upon her arrival that it was expected of her to always keep both her room, her clothes, and the common areas clean and tidy, as leaving a mess for others to clean was not 'worthy of a disciplined warrior'.
She had been surprised at first, having fully expected there to be servants to tend to such things, but she had not questioned it. If that was the way they did things here, then that was the way she would do it too.
Po, apparently a little surprised at the question, first looked to her, then to the pile of dirty utensils, then to Viper, who was now waiting in the doorway, having heard Xiu's question.
He waved a paw dismissively.
"No no, it's Mantis' turn today. Besides, I'm sure Viper already has your day crammed with awesome Kung Fu meditation and… stuff."
Though he didn't sound very passionate about meditation, saying it without his overwhelming enthusiasm, he did sound sincere enough, and she stood there for a moment, a little surprised still, before she made a bow, and walked over to Viper, who slithered on into the corridor, where they passed Mantis, carrying a pile of clean rags back to the kitchen, and though the pile looked to be much larger than he, he seemed to be not the least bit troubled by the load.
Exiting the building, walking out into the courtyard, where she could see the sun finally rising in the distance, she almost stopped as she once more was afforded a beautiful view of the valley of peace, stretching out far beneath them, the thin layer of snow that still clung to the area shining brightly as they were touched by the golden rays.
"So, isn't it much nicer to eat breakfast with the rest of us, instead of sitting alone?"
She swallowed, glancing down at her master as she slithered through the light dusting of snow not quite sure how to answer that question.
Well, yes, though it had been a little stressing, it hadn't been as unpleasant as she had thought it would be, though it still all seemed a little strange.
yes, it was nicer than sitting alone, though, she still couldn't wait till some of the others arrived. At least then she wouldn't be the only junior member here.
But yes. It was nicer.
He was strolling up the path that led to his home, the snow having finally melted, the sun shining brightly from its place high above, and green, lush grass covering ground and the hilltops for as far as the eye could see.
The small creek, running down past the forge, joining the river near the bottom of the valley, made its happy song as the crystal-clear water carved its way downwards, the sound joined by the noise of clangs of steel-on-steel, as he could hear his father working in the forge, an angry hissing sound revealing that he had doused the hot steel in his water bucket, the noise oddly calming and soothing.
The pack hanging loosely off his shoulder, containing the items he had been sent to retrieve down in the market, dangled back and forth as the uneven ground made it hang unsteady off the string, ruffling Jun's worn, loose shirt, the creamy color offset by small patches and mends that prolonged its life and usefulness.
He smiled, feeling at home. Feeling like he belonged, and as he skirted around the low, rugged stonewall that bordered the homestead, he went over to the door, smelling delicious food from within, and as he entered, he was met by familiar scents and smells of his home.
"Oh look, it's the great warrior, returning from battle!"
The mocking announcement came from his brother, who was exiting their shared room, having just cleaned himself before dinner.
Jun rolled his eyes, and was gratified as his mother struck out with a wooden ladle, catching her brother on his shoulder with a blow that was not meant to be overly painful, but which would still make him hurt all the same.
"Don't tease your brother! Now help me set the table. Jun, would you go get you father?"
He directed a superior smile towards his brother, who glared back at him, rubbing his sore shoulder, before he turned around and jogged down to the forge, eager to get the meal started as soon as possible, his stomach rumbling in anticipation.
An early spring breeze rustled the trees, the budding leaves dancing in the wind, while the grass rustled and swayed, Jun catching a million different scents as he travelled the short distance to their families workplace.
"Dad, dinner's ready!"
The clanging noise stop, and his father, wiping off his sweaty brow, emerged, pulling off his sturdy apron, tossing it carelessly back inside.
He smiled at his youngest son, ruffling the fur on top of his head as he walked by, taking in a deep breath before smacking his lips.
"And it smells delicious too. Well, let's not keep them waiting."
Jun smiled back, joining his father, but as he came to the entry, he couldn't help but stop and turn his head, taking in the gorgeous view of the valley bellow, now in full bloom, the rice paddies already seeing the first crops being planted, the forest surrounding his the village bellow turning slowly, but surely, lush, green and fresh, the dull grey and brown colors of the past few months being replaced by the vibrant blush of spring.
He sighed, feeling content and happy, before he stepped inside, seeing the rest of his family already seated, looking over at him expectantly, apparently waiting for him to take his place.
He did so, taking up his chopsticks, about to dig into his own dish, when his father loudly cleared his voice, catching Jun's attention.
"Son, you know the rules. No weapons at the table, now put it away."
His tone, admonishing, was not hard, but Jun was still surprised, almost shocked by his words.
Looking down in confusion, he saw that, somehow, he had his bow slung across his back, wearing the string across his chest.
Frowning, he mumbled an apology, and got up, walked over to the wall where he usually hung it, before he unslung it, reaching out to hang it from its perch.
But as he did so, he felt an overwhelming sense of premonition. He found himself unable and unwilling to release his grip of the bow, and he withdrew his arm, almost cradling the weapon to his body.
"Jun, put away your bow."
This time, there was an edge to his father's voice, the sort of tone he usually used when he wanted to make it clear that whatever he had just said brokered no argument. But Jun shook his head.
"No."
His mother, her tone, soothing, calming, spoke to him, her voice seeming to grow distant.
"What do you mean no? Is something wrong."
He nodded, small tears beginning to rise up, threatening to stream out, so he closed his eyes.
"Yes."
There was a moment's pause before she spoke again, concern evident in her voice.
"What is it? you can tell me."
He took a deep, shaking breath, getting control of his voice, before he managed to whisper.
"Something bad is going to happen."
He stood for a moment, clutching the bow, his eyes closed, waiting for an answer. But none came.
A swift, bone chilling wind caught him, stinging his exposed cheeks, making him open his eyes in surprise.
He was no longer in his home.
He was no longer with his family.
He was alone, surrounded by dark, brooding, dead trees, their crowns hanging over him, deep, dark snow reaching up above his knees, icy fingers caressing his exposed fur.
His green cloak, torn and dirty, fluttered around him, and his armor made almost imperceptible clanging noises as he turned swiftly, looking left and right, trying to see where they had gone, trying to find his family.
Around him, coming from the darkness, from the depth of the tall trees surrounding him, he could hear growling, a cruel laughter sounding somewhere from far off.
Dozens of pairs of twin yellow orbs began floating towards him, their pupils intent on him, evil oozing off their gaze.
He sneered, revealing his sharp teeth, and he deftly pulled an arrow from his back, nocking it on the string.
"YOU'LL PAY! I'LL KILL YOU ALL!"
His voice rang out into the night, echoing through the dark, the eyes seeming to stop for a moment to reconsider.
Then, a loud, terrible, ear-splitting roar sounded from the deepest, darkest lair, somewhere far off, and the orbs rapidly extinguished, whimpers and frightened cries sounding from the night.
His fur bristled in fear, and he felt the earth tremble as something vast approached.
He turned, seeing two huge, malevolent eyes focusing on him, a deep maw revealing rows of teeth descending towards him.
He ran.
He pumped his legs, pushing through the snow, sending dirt spraying in all directions as everything inside him told him to flee. Told him to escape the monster behind him.
He could feel its breath on his neck, a foul smell accompanying it. He could feel the tremble of its stride as it closed in.
The snow rose, the drifts becoming deeper, harder, more difficult to push through, reaching up above his knees, beginning to envelop his thighs, reaching towards his chest, constricting his breathing as he had to work ever harder to try to escape, his muscles and lungs beginning to burn with the exertion.
He stumbled, his foot crashing through a piece of rotten timber, and he suddenly found himself falling endlessly as he screamed in terror.
Above him, he could still see the terrible eyes, looking down at him, racing closer, its hideous maw gapping wide, enveloping him…
He woke with a start, almost flinging himself out of the bed, his breath coming in fast, shallow gasps, his heart pounding in his chest, wrestling to get free, his whole body drenched in sweat, his bedding in shambles around him.
He quickly reached up to his chest and his face, feeling around, making certain that he was still alive.
Still whole.
As his breathing began to grow deeper and steadier, as his heart slowed down, he closed his eyes, letting himself relax once again, letting his body fall back slowly to the bed, an exhausted, weary sigh escaping him.
That nightmare again.
He brought up a paw and rested it across his eyes tiredly in a gesture of defeat.
Really?
As his body finally got used to the fact that he was indeed still alive, an irritated growl sounded from his throat, and he angrily smacked a closed fist down into the soft mattress, the power of the strike doing nothing to damage the pliable material.
What was this? The fourth, fifth, maybe even sixth time he had had that dream in the last two weeks?
It was ridiculous!
He lay there, taking in a couple of deep breaths, before he peeked towards the window, seeing the outline of the trees outside reflected on the paper, realizing that it must be dawn.
He sighed, realizing that he most likely wouldn't get anymore sleep after that nightmare.
He usually didn't.
He got up, and slowly stretched out, hearing a few bones crack as he did so, feeling some of his new scars stretching uncomfortably, but not painfully.
He looked down, able to see the crisscross of numerous fresh scars that he had earned in the fight, now, a couple of weeks hence.
They were for the most part fully healed, a couple still with the angry, red tell-tale signs of being only recently scabbed over.
His eyes traced them, as they made their way around his torso, some of them along his legs and arms, his gaze traveling down to his paw, and image of his claws, drenched in…
He tore his gaze away, shaking his head, expelling the unpleasant, but still seemingly fresh memory.
No, he would not think about that.
Huffing, he walked over to the cupboard, a bowl of water, left from the evening before, still resting upon it, and he splashed some water on his face, washing away the sweat and the last of the sleep that clung to his eyes.
His eyes travelled to the small mirror that rested against the wall, and he caught sight of his tired, haggard looking eyes, the many nights of unrestful sleep, as well as the weeks of healing, having taken their toll on him.
According to Bai, it had been bad. Though, thankfully, not as bad as the wounds he had received at the tavern, it was only of little solace, as he still seemed to be in poor condition.
He had lost a lot of blood, and he had a score of new cuts, some shallow, some deep, that all ran the risk of infection, but he had survived, and come through, largely, without any serious injury.
He would recover, that much she was willing to promise him after a few hours of her, her husband and Jing, working to clean and dress his wounds, and making sure that he would not pass out on them, maybe never to wake up again.
Though his insistence that they leave town as soon as possible had sat ill with her and the others, he had not wished to remain in that place for a minute more than he had to, and they had compromised, making him accept staying, hiding away in the smelly warehouse, at least until the following day, when everything was more certain.
When everything was more calm.
In the meanwhile, Bai would assist the villagers, tending to their wounded, while Kuo would assist in whatever capacity was required, following her around, helping her as best he could.
But first of all, before any of them had had a chance to leave, including the pig who was still their host, he had made them promise not to say anything about him, not to tell anyone where he was.
It was important. He did not wish to be found.
He did not want to meet anyone who might confront him for…
Well, he wanted to be left alone.
While they were gone, he rested, falling into a deep sleep, induced mostly by some of the herbs he had been chewing to suppress the pain from the wounds.
It wasn't until later, after they had returned to the tavern, a slow, but thankfully, calm boat ride back up the river, Kuo using a long staff to push the sampan along the edge of the river, where the stream wasn't so strong, that he heard what had happened.
As he had suspected, they had been unable to locate the Master and his troop in time, apparently, the band having traveled somewhat further than initially anticipated, and though they had made every effort to catch up, they had been only a short distance behind them, when they came into view of the town, and everything seemed to happen so fast from there.
They had entered through the gate that the Kung Fu master had shattered as he made his way towards the piers, where he correctly assumed that the bandits would be heading, and he was able to apprehend the remaining bandits, who would be led in chains back to Gongmen.
Though he was loath to ask, he felt he had to inquire about the townsfolk, a growing feeling of having left them to their fate taking hold of him.
He was supremely relieved when Bai, maybe sensing his need to be reassured, could relay that, with the element of surprise on their side, and a heroic effort on behalf of the freed town guard, most had managed to come through the night, unscathed, though, a few had had to pay for their freedom, it was nowhere near as bad as any had thought it would be, the wolves having been far fewer than any had expected.
Though it was a relief to hear that things had not been as bad as he had initially feared, he still felt a certain amount of guilt, not least because of some of his actions during the battle. But, he choose not to reveal that to any of them, though they did enquire as to why he still seemed so down cast.
Though neither Bai nor Kuo liked that he had had to fight, they were both just short of elated that the plan had worked, that the townsfolk were free, that the master and his men had been saved from the trap, that Jun had walked away alive, the trip back was still a tense affair, with none of them speaking to each other, the couple casting worried looks back and forth as the watched Jun, sitting in the back of the boat, a blanket wrapped around his eyes seemed to gaze off back towards the town, his thought far away.
He had spent the first week recovering, laying in bed, moving very little, eating even less, as he waited for his wounds to heal, being less than talkative to any who came up.
Though he did not have to suffer through the same treatment as the last time, he found that he was still very weak, and that he had to take things slow.
It was somewhere in the second week, when the healing process finally began taking greater effect, that the five others, Jing having been accepted inside the tavern and given a room for his actions in helping to save the town, apparently having redeemed himself in the eyes of Nuan, that the others started getting really worried.
Jun had spent as much time as possible inside his room, only emerging a little before noon, only to disappear for great lengths of time, either walking around the forest outside, or practicing with his bow as soon as his wounds would allow.
They tried to engage him in conversation. Asking him anything they thought might excite from him a longer response than 'yes' or 'no', his vocabulary having grown overwhelmingly monosyllabic.
The truth was, Jun felt lost. In every sense of the word.
He felt as if he was truly, utterly, and completely, lost.
He didn't know where to go.
He didn't know what to do.
He didn't know what to say.
He hardly even knew who he was anymore.
What had happened inside that warehouse? What had happened in his fight with Qiang?
It wasn't natural.
It wasn't good.
And that wasn't his only problem.
Though the nightmares had plagued him, they were not the only reason he couldn't sleep at night.
His thought kept him awake too, filling his head with an incessant buzz as he tried to figure out what was to become of him.
Qiang was dead.
Everyone who had participated in the raid where likewise either dead, or being dragged back to Gongmen, to spend the rest of their miserable lives lounging in a dungeon somewhere, paying a measly price for the crimes they had committed, but still, they were gone.
His quest had ended.
His village was avenged.
His family was avenged.
Then why didn't he feel any better?
Why did he still feel empty inside?
Earlier, he had mostly succeeded in pushing away any such troubling questions.
What would he do when he found Qiang? What would he do when he was dead? What would he do afterward?
He hadn't thought of that too much, but now, he found that he had to.
What was to become of him?
What was to become of Jun, the blacksmith's apprentice, the youngest son of Rong and Shu?
…
He didn't know.
He couldn't go back to the village, whatever little there was left of it. He could not go back to that life.
Too much had happened since, and he was not the same person who had left the smoking ruins of his childhood home behind him.
He was someone else.
He was something else.
He sighed heavily, resting against the cupboard as he looked around the room, searching for any clues to the thoughts that had plagued him these long weeks.
As usual, there were none.
Sluggishly putting on his pants and a shirt, he went out into the hallway, almost dragging himself downstairs where, despite the early hour, both Bai and Nuan were already up and about, Kuo most likely out on the river, fishing in the early morning, when the fish were most active.
"Good morning."
Both of them, hearing the stairs creak as he walked down, looked up, smiling and greeting him. He managed a weak reply, forcing a slight smile, which did nothing to convince them.
He sat down heavily, feeling slightly drained already, though the day had barely begun, a bowl of porridge appeared in front of him, and he nodded his thanks, watching Nuan disappear back behind the counter as she readied the morning meal for the handful of customers that would undoubtedly soon join them, before they continued on their travels.
She had made it clear on more than one occasion that he was welcome to stay if he wanted to, had even offered him a room of his own, along with a job if he wanted it. 'After all' she had said 'I could always use an extra pair of hands, now with all the bandits gone'.
He would be lying if he said he hadn't considered it. She was kind, and Ai was a sweet child, almost like a little sister, and he was sure that, with time, he might become happy.
But despite everything, it didn't feel right. He didn't belong her, just like he didn't belong back at his village.
He didn't really belong anywhere right now.
Though he was unspeakably grateful for her taking him in, for helping him, for everything they had done, he had come to a realization.
It was time to leave.
He had made up his mind.
There was nothing more for him here.
His spoon travelling in slow, steady circles, digging a furrow in his otherwise untouched breakfast, he tried to find the words, seeking for a way to initiate the conversation.
As Nuan emerged once again, he cleared his throat loudly, drawing both her and Bai attention, the two of them slightly startled as he broke the quiet of the morning.
"So ehm…"
He paused uncertain of the words, looking absently at the wood of the table as he stumbled along.
"I… I would just like to thank you. Both of you, for everything you've done for me. And I want to make it clear that I really… I really want to say how grateful I am for you putting up with me."
He swallowed a lump in his throat as he looked up, catching both their eyes as they cast a concerned look to one another.
"But… I think it's time that I… That I move on. That I continue."
There was silence for a moment, neither of them looking especially surprised. Nuan discarded the basket she held in her hand, putting it down gently on the floor, before coming over to sit down at the table, pulling out one of the chair that were, admittedly, too large for her.
"So… Where do you intend to go?"
She asked the question tentatively, as if afraid to insult him somehow. He just shrugged, shaking his head once.
"I don't know. North and west I guess. Away from here. Away from…"
He made a vague gesture, encompassing much of the room, in the general direction of his abandoned home, and the surrounding lands.
The two women looked at each other, their eyes talking, though they both remained silent.
Evidently, coming to some sort of agreement, they nodded, returning their gaze towards him, as he still sat, looking at the table, his mind seemingly far away.
"We understand. It must be… Very hard for you. And we won't try and stop you but…"
Bai reached out her paw as she spoke, grabbing hold of one of his, squeezing it tightly, a sad smile on her lips.
Jun nodded, appreciating that they would not try and dissuade him from leaving. He looked over at Nuan, the small bunny seemingly still saddened by the news.
"If there is anything I can do to repay you, please, just…"
She shook her head violently, holding up both her paws towards him.
"You don't owe me anything! On the contrary! You saved my daughter, you saved me. Whatever I can give you is yours, and it would still be a poor thank you for what you've done for me."
He sighed, but would not argue with her, giving an almost imperceptible nod.
"Will you stay until the others come down? It wouldn't be fair to leave without saying goodbye."
Again he nodded, though he let out a deep sigh, not looking forward to having to explain to Ai why he was leaving, but indeed, he did owe it to them to at least say farewell.
Nuan pushed out her chair, announcing that she would prepare him some food for the trip, and Bai likewise said that she would go home and make him a small satchel of medical supplies, since he could obviously use it. In the meanwhile, he would go back upstairs and gather his belongings.
As he reentered the room that had been his for the last month and a half, he slowly began gathering what few objects that could rightfully be called his, putting on his re-mended cloak and armor, before starting to stuff his few remaining possessions into his backpack, still resting against the wall, where it had been almost since he got here.
The last thing to go in was the little doll he had named after his brother, Jun taking a long while to gaze at it, before wrapping it inside a spare shirt, and tucking it somewhere safe inside his pack, where there was little chance of it getting harmed.
When he reemerged downstairs, he saw that both Bai and Kuo had returned, one likely called in by the other, Jing standing a little behind them, seemingly awkward, and Nuan was holding a tired looking Ai in her paws, the little girl rubbing her eyes.
"Mommy says you're leaving."
He nodded as he walked over to her, the child looking sad as she extracted herself from her mother grip, coming to stand in front of him.
"I am."
She pouted, pressing her lips together, and crossed her arms.
"Why?"
He looked around the room, catching the eyes of the other before looking back to her.
"Because I have to."
She obviously didn't understand, but his sad tone seemed calm her down slightly for some reason.
"Will you come back?"
Again, he paused, not wanting to lie, but not knowing the answer. After a while, he nodded.
"Someday, I will."
Though she still looked a mixture of sad and disappointed, she did not challenge him, and instead almost rushed forward to give him a hug, which he carefully returned, the little child seeming so fragile all of a sudden.
"Please come back soon."
He nodded again, though he did not say anything, and after a while, he carefully extracted his leg from her hug, guiding her back to her mother, who was holding an overly large back, which, by the smell, contained more than a few meals for him to consume.
She held it out to him, and he gratefully took it, nodding his thanks.
"Again… I'm truly grate…"
She shushed him, shaking her head, a small tear in her eye.
"None of that now. Just… Take care of yourself. Try not to get in trouble. Just… Try."
He nodded and she too took a moment to hug him, before he moved down to stand in front of the two cats, the two of them holding a paw in each other's.
Again, he received a parting gift, a mixture of pouches containing herbs, and a number of bandages held within another small pouch, along with a worn, but very detailed map of China.
"You don't need either of us to tell you to be careful out there, but nonetheless. Be careful kid."
He nodded to Kuo, as he awkwardly attempted to say his goodbyes, as he was obviously equally bad at farewells.
Bai, reached out, grabbing his shoulder, squeezing it tightly as she looked him in the eyes, a sad, knowing smile on her face.
"I hope that you find whatever you are looking for."
He returned a weak, but sad smile.
"Yeah. Me to."
Nodding to each other, he went down to stand in front of the last person in the line, Jing looking awkward, scratching absentmindedly at his arm.
"So… I guess this is goodbye again."
Jun nodded.
Though the wolf had stayed at the inn these last few weeks, apparently making himself useful as best he could, earning his keep, they had not talked much to each other, almost seeming to stay out of the other's way.
But nonetheless, he had proven himself to be… Well, not bad, though Jun doubted they would ever truly have become friends. But at least, he didn't regret not having killed him when he had the chance, so, at least, that was something.
Jun held out his hand and Jing, slowly, almost surprised, shook it, a smile spreading across his snout.
With that, Jun walked over to the door, opening it to reveal the sunny, almost pleasantly warm late winter day ahead of him, the snow, still clustering in great heaps and patches along the road and under the trees, was beginning to recede and draw back, the season slowly, but surely turning ever onwards.
He drew in a deep breath, before he stepped outside, coming to stand at the edge of the bridge, hearing the others crowding through the entry, waiting behind him as they got ready to see him off.
He turned, seeing them all lined up behind him and, with a sad smile, he bid them all farewell.
"Thank you all for… For everything. I promise, I'll come back one day."
They smiled and as he set off, they waved, remaining where they stood till he was well out of sight, disappearing behind the trees, where he once more turned and raised his arm above his head, saying farewell for the last time, though they were well out of earshot.
As they filled back inside, he hiked up his bag, turned around, and putting one foot in front of the other, he began making his way out into the wilderness.
Somewhere out there, he must belong.
AN:
Another week, another chapter, and this one turned out kind of… Eh. I don't know, you guys decide, I wanted to tell a little more about one of the other OC's and finish the Jun's story in the area before he moved on. But I'm not particularly good at parting scenes.
But anyway, I'll be introducing some of the other OCs in the upcoming chapters, and hopefully, you will still be entertained, and read on.
Until then!