The Legacy of Kyoshi

by kaoart

They called him, the Avatar killer. A simple name yet it carries so much weight in its words. It was by his decision, that the Avatar was slain. To create the world anew, and quell all asunder. The killer knew what he was doing, but has he succeeded? Special thanks to Kkachi95 for the art.

59. Chapter 59: The inquisitor

This chapter contains disturbing scenes and heavy topics.

Two men scurried down an alley, trying to escape from equally numbered shadows. If they are caught, their fate would be as good as dead. Despite some slums in the Lower Ring acting like an unnavigated maze in the cover of night, danger always loom closer with every passing second. This time, they were too careless, and will be fatal.

"Quick!" The man running at the front shouted hurriedly. "If they got us, not even praying to Yang Chan can save us!"

The follower tried to support his weight with wobbling legs. The loss of balance made the young man tripped on a lone stationary brick, as if it was intended to be there. His face fell flat forward, palms smashed to the rocky ground with the skin ruthlessly rubbed across the unclean surface. Deep lacerations ripped cross those delicate hands. This unfortunate fellow wanted to scream, rage or cry about his dirt infested wound, but this razing injury is nothing compared to the two shadows trailing them both.

"Brother!" Instead of abandoning the injured, the other runner quickly turned back, trying to help his fallen sibling. Such actions might be futile and doom the escape, but blood is always thicker than water. Even in the most dire status, there will always be those who put others above themselves.

Just before their hands can touch, a lone object is shot to the man who is still standing. Its appearance shaped like a grasping hand preparing to snatch, ensnaring the wrist with an unstoppable force, puling the target backward like a doll and firmly locked against the wall. His head also knocked onto the hard surface, almost hard enough to lose consciousness. Extricating was no use. Alas, the runner is a non-bender, powerless against the elements. He cursed loudly, but stopped when two shadows slowly lurked towards them.

One of them has a gleeful, an almost wicked laughter painted with a slight tint of annoyance. It's similar to the sensation of being annoyed when dealing with cockroaches, but joyful once the pest problem has been sorted. The other has a scarred face infesting a rather personable appearance. It's like a painting tainted by an unsightly tear. In contrast, this shadow possess slight sorrow to the escapees, albeit distant because of past history.

"Did you very think running was an option?" Cowherd sneered, taking one step forward. This action alone is enough for the two targets to flinch with unmovable eyes. "I guess your beliefs are not as strong? I cannot fathom just how badly the dregs of society want to receive freedom. Go on, run. You were pretty fast, why are you not running now, hmm?." He toyed with them, viewing their pathetic state as a game. Even if those mouths are still unrestrained, the injuries are halt this cat and mouse chase.

Zhu Di watched closely as Cowherd motioned towards their prey. The two shadows are simply young men, dressed in long darkish green robes embroidered with the Earth Kingdom insignia at the front. The iconic conical helmet with a sharp golden tip and green fluffy green tassel is all it takes to signal who they are.

In the eyes of almost everyone, they are meant to be feared, sentinels who watches the city day and night. Each one is an Earthbending master, carrying an intuition to see the task completed no matter what. To maintain this carefully curated harmony, their duty is to eliminate any threat which may destabilize it, even if it means killing those who stood in their way, innocent or not. It is oftentimes carried out silently and without a trace. A person can easily disappear in this city and none would know the wiser. At the height of their power, not only can they make an undesirable individuals vanish, but can also destroy any evidence of their existence. Not even family or friends will remember if there ever was such an individual. It would be like they never even existed, and the harmony of this city continues like the predictable change of the four seasons. Lee from Pao's family teashop? Who was he again?

Should one ever cross swords with these cultural guardians, be wary, for their deadly techniques not only can destroy the physical body, their perfected arts can transform a person's soul until the mind is nothing more but a shadow of its former self. If the mind is destroyed, the individual is no more.

The cultist lying on the ground suppressed the palm's wound. He turned at the two robed man with fury, uttering insults and channeling that the same fanatism these agents are accustomed to. Sheer Zealotry is on display whenever the acolytes are caught, swearing and cursing almost every second.

"You will pay for this scoundrels! Immoral men like you will tremble if facing the master. When the glorious Eternal Balance manifest in this city, all of you will all be put to-"

A hard stomp from a stone boot slammed across this acolyte's jaw. Loud sound of bone cracked, slightly deforming the mouth, jawlines bruised with red. It's a miracle that the instigator managed to hold back. If this was a fight, then the head entirely would have become nothing but a small pile of mesh.

"Hmph, so talkative, the worst part about serving in the Western Depot is to listen to your nonsense!" Cowherder complained, treating it as an inconvenience like spilling a cup of jasmine onto his exquisite silk robe. "Sometimes I wish myself was born deaf, at least then things will be peace and quiet." The disgruntled enforcer then darkly looked at the helpless non-bender. "As for the undeserved label of scoundrel, it would have been wiser for you to be a bit more flattering, at least then I would be...conflicted when indulging in those screams."

It is rather sadistic, Zhu Di contemplated. A human whose upbringing is surrounded with ruthless training and indoctrination will naturally have an abnormal morality. Sadly, most of their members never enjoyed an environment where a 'normal' personality can be developed healthily. A strict surrounding breeds such living tools of surveillance. When emotions are not needed, they became the gears that ensure the machine itself still works.

But then again, what is normal?

Cowherd raised his foot again, preparing to deliver another blow. Being crushed by a shoe made of stone is enough to kill a person. If the entire jaw is fractured, would the suspect even survive?

"Stop!" Zhu Di shouted, intervening before it was too late. "We need them alive. If this man's mouth is compromised, he would of no use."

The task of the Western Depot is to silently suppress these Acolytes of San Bao within the walls. Like any states or nations that has the capacity, the city aims to reduce activity of this nefarious cult. Its members seek to sow disorder and threaten the harmony, the upper echelon is determined to see these purity fanatics eradicated. So far, the main order for the Western Depot is to arrest anyone who have links to the cult. But the top priority is to locate and apprehend the sect leader, a man whom they believe was the one who stoked the cruel murder of a mixed bending family. That particular case was freshly in the minds of the public, and it took the director tremendous effect to erase the fear surrounding it. Since then, homicides and kidnappings related to the acolytes are done the shadow, away from the populace's eye. It is most likely the main instigator is still very active, but also elusive, hiding somewhere in the city's overgrowth settlement. Most of the cultists here probably don't even know what he looks like. Occasionally, they can find a small den, but never can the sect leader be found. As for the captured ones, not even they hold the answer to their sect leader's whereabouts. Years of hunting the head of this venomous snake reveals that the enemy's leadership is pretty decentralized.

They truly have little to work with. Despite the efficiency of their secret arts of surveillance, not even their order can cover the entire Lower Ring, let alone a whole city of millions. While their lead to the local sect leader is bleak, they can still at least hold back against the cult's propagation by occasional mass arrests and the discovery of secret hideouts. Although, if Zhu Di is being honest, many of these secret hideouts are mostly discoverable when a traitor ventures there. The organization may not realistically able to keep track on every single individual in this city, but he still can monitor the approximately ten thousand concurrent agents. Should one found himself defected to the cult, their ace would immediately follow, wiping out the traitor alone with the den of zeolots with it. Zhu Di have many opinions about certain handlings on the matter, such as the excessive methods applied by the one responsible for dispatching those treasonous scum. But such is the strict hierarchy developed by the director, it would be unwise to be openly honest, or else, his head might be lost.

"Bring them back, we will question them further," Zhu Di requested. But deep down, the act itself is redundant, and there is low expectation it will yield any results at all. Although there is no concrete intel on the local sect leader's whereabouts, every chance must not be wasted. Information shall be squeezed out of these captured cultists, and unwise to act with lackluster, knowing he must work even harder to redeem that fall from grace. But personally, the capture of this local sect leader can greatly reduce the Acolytes of San Bao's presence in Ba Sing Se. After witnessing the horrors of that particular murder case and the countless ones that came after it, none dare or is allowed to speak them again, he vows to do everything to prevent these tragedies from again. Hopefully.

...

With the help of Cowherd's animal companion, the two restrained zealots are brought to an undisclosed location. Since the suspects are blindfolded, their whereabouts will be almost untraceable. The only hint are the many stairs and doors, not the most specific clue for the acolytes seeking help.

"Where are we?" one of the cultits demanded.

"That's none of your concerns," Zhu Di muttered.

It's only until they arrived at what appears to be a cellar did Zhu Di unblinded the men. With torches dimly illuminating the hallway, the prisoners are lead across a compound, passing a few sentries wearing the exact uniforms. Being showered with cold glances, they the following night will not be pleasant. Expecting either a quick round of painless questioning or an entire evening of torturous screams.

Between Zhu Di the 'Fallen Emperor' and the young man who goes by the alias 'Cowherder', everyone else in the Western Depot is aware only one of them is the lenient one. If they can hear the horrified cries of pain, that mean the cultists are not cooperative, and requires more persuasive measures to reveal anything that can assist in the cult's suppression. Oftentimes, it meant using small pieces of bamboo sticks, a simple but frightening device used as torture, squeezing and cracking finger bones until they yield. Unlike normal rats in the Lower Ring, cultists are certainly more difficult considering they care about something that is greater than their lives. Under such circumstances, interrogators must be creative in the choice of words.

The newest prisoners are shoved into one of the man identical cells. Chained up and locked onto iron chairs, their wrists shackled to the armrests. These cultists are obviously fuming because of this detainment. The more injured brother clenched his teeth, wanting to bite Zhu Di and Cowherder despite those grazed palms.

Zhu Di came over. Instead berating the rash behavior, the gentleman surprisingly pulled out some bandages, wrapping them around the injuries. Yet, the snarling prisoner resisted fiercely. After a few scuffle, Zhu Di was finally able close those palm lacerations. Did he did it out of pity or condescension? To the furious acolytes of their so called 'master', anyone who is helping them is a potential enemy to the mighty Eternal Balance.

"Let us begin," Zhu Di said. Both men in long robes took their seats near a lone wooden table in the cell's center. Being the slightly younger and energetic fellow, Cowherder rested his legs onto the table, all the while leaning backwards in a lazy manner. Even in an undisclosed dungeon, and fate unpredictable, these Acolytes are still firm in their belief. The zealots may not have weapons, but their fierce conviction to their master alone is enough to be a serious threat. It is why the Western Depot works day and night to search for the local sect leader. If the head of a snake is chopped off, then it may serve as a catalyst to reduce the local cult's activities.

The door to the dimly lit room swayed open, in came a young scribe officer, wearing glasses and is tasked to record every verbal evidence for archive. Even the smallest detail is worth his time here. Once the third robed man sat down, Zhu Di started the pedantic process.

"Do you know why you are both here?" Zhu Di started with a rather friendly tone. Despite that pernicious looking scar, he tried to appear at least somewhat amicable, giving these zealots some dignity. The grand moralist Earth Sage himself once said: Without feelings of respect, what is there to distinguish men from beasts?

But there was no answer, the two cultists planned to remain silent, planting firm in their belief. Zhu Di and Cowherder have done this countless times, too experienced with how to extract information from the fanatically devoted.

"Don't want to answer?" Zhu Di asked again. "I will admit, you both were very fast with your feet, made us move our legs more than we usually have to. Very impressive." It wasn't a lie, he and Cowherder chased them for many alleyways. Despite being powerless non-benders, the cultists offered a challenge to the exceptionally capable officers, a feat not many can attain. But what is already expected would come in the following interrogation, in which most acolytes will no everything to not betray their cult.

"Fine, can you at least tell us your names?" Zhu Di reasoned again after being met with a cold reception. Sometimes, being kind to the Acolytes can in rare instances help them be more willing. If the individual have cracks in their belief, it would certainly be much convenient. It's about trying the 'easy way' first before descending to the cruel but efficient tactics, which Zhu Di personally do not agree with. For the sake of these two foolish prisoners, whom he believe are still humans who deserves dignity, hopefully they can cooperate.

One of the cultists suddenly chuckled, it belonged to the more injured one. "The lowly likes of you can try, but with the master's help, I will not reveal even a single word that may betray my people!" He didn't even thank Zhu Di for the bandages, which made the latter frown, just slightly.

Zhu Di sighed. Looks like this one belongs to the more unyielding type, and the more time consuming category. It's rather funny how strong these cultists believe in themselves, playing into a false sense of strength, unfounded and untested. If this man thinks the organization knows absolutely nothing about them, then they couldn't be more wrong.

"Your so called Acolytes of San Bao believe that mixing blood is wrong, and that those who violated such act must be put to death." Zhu Di dropped his amicable tone, now sounding more formal, signaling the cultists that from now they should expect no cordial treatment. "It's strange, I could not understand why you would subscribe yourself to such violent tenets. Isn't a quiet carefree life enough for you?"

The injured acolytes spat out saliva. Its disgusting content flew over the table, hitting Zhu Di's face. The three robed officers did not even flinch or rage at such indecent act. Just like their predecessors, who are the eyes and ears to the Earth Monarchy, years of training and indoctrination have already nulled the effects of such trivial gestures. Instead of reacting impulsively, Zhu Di calmly pulled out a handkerchief with a betel leaf symbol, and cleaned his face. Unfazed, him and Cowherd didn't even change their expression. The scribe officer even documented the saliva spitting as part of the written dialogue.

"Don't act like you know who my identity and what I have been through!" The same cultist bellowed with a voice filled with anger, loud enough that even the enforcers outside can hear this indignation. "I am a man who adhere to the ways of purity, a strong follower to his great teachings! What do foolish men like you know about the glorious Eternal Balance! You are all nothing but ants if you go up against one of our pure bender!'

Despite the Acolytes of San Bao displaying unforgiving prejudice against non-benders, past cases have shown they are willing to 'accept' those without bending. In Zhu Di's estimate, the entirety of the cult would composed of mostly non-benders despite the atrocious treatment of their kind. They would work as menial workers and servants, dwelling at the rock bottom of their perverse hierarchy. They would be like drones, mentally enslaved. While their system is complex with many parts that must be explained individually, generally non-benders are subservient to benders who are viewed as 'clean' in their own standards. Despite being often ostracized, such as being labeled as 'impure' and 'waste matter', non-benders in their rank strangely displayed fierce support to this so called Eternal Balance and adores their master. What Zhu Di and Cowherder noted is that besides the master and local sect leaders, the average non-bender cultists also have a fanatical admiration to a caste known as 'pure benders'. Based on gathered archives, this supposedly elite caste are considered to be higher than regular benders. They are the rarest, and believed to be the most valuable in their cult. As confusing as it sounds, the acolytes claim the pure benders are the most powerful, naturally gifted and the most devoted to their master. At first, Zhu Di thought the only prerequisite to become a high ranking 'pure bender' is only to be born from both parents of the same element, through a long line of selective marriages. But after countless interrogations and reading intelligence from all his collogues, there is a bit more sophistication when it comes to those considered the most 'pure'.

The highest attainable caste, the pure benders, serves as a destination that all acolytes must strive for. It is a pinnacle of their cult, from which those highly esteemed members can even go on and become a regional sect leader, garnering their own group of followers and spread the ideology of the Eternal Balance. Regardless if they have bending or not, lower caste members believe all of them can become truly 'pure' through an audacious process of spirituel cultivation. This involves training, meditating, studying sacred texts and be entirely devoted to their master without question. For those who are unfortunate enough to be born as a non-bender, they must serve their bending superiors, carrying out every command like a divine order from the themselves. When dealing with sect leaders, it must be seen as an order from the master, a huge responsibility, as the local overseers are personally appointed by the highest ranking individual. The tasks can vary, it can be trivial such as buying groceries to carrying out a cold blooded murders so that they may be the ones to be punished directly. Being at the bottom of this despicable hierarchy, the non-benders are the same as slaves, unpaid and work at their own expenses. Most lack the courage to even question given orders, as the pure benders are considered to be almost divine, favored by their master. But this time, the slaves wanted to be chained up, willingly shackled themselves for a cause they don't even understand. Subjected to abuse and forsaking dignity, why do non-benders even join this bending centered cult in the first place? Some may ask, why do non-benders believe they can become a 'pure bender' when it's only possible through birth? The truth is rather troubling, it was through the process that so far, only the past Avatars are confirmed to be able to perform.

Reincarnation.

From all the testimonies, which to be fair was actually interrogations, the cultists truly believe reincarnation into a more powerful being is possible. In Zhu Di's generalized thought, non-benders worthy enough will be reborn as a weak bender, and a weak bender can cultivate further to be reborn as a stronger bender, which will then eventually reborn as a 'pure bender', who are considered the wisest strongest and most spirituel to this Eternal Balance. This means, while the requirement to advance upward in this disturbing hierarchy is birthright, a pure bender must theoretically also fulfill criteria in their former life. Thus, the non-benders believe that if they serve their organization diligently, they might eventually be reborn as a powerful bender in the next incarnation.

Zhu Di lamented. Throughout human history, countless people believe in things that makes no sense at all. From the ideals of Fajia legalism, its scholars who propagated this tyrannical ideology also emphasized the importance of realism. One should not do evil for evil sake, but to weave a path through chaos for a better future. As someone indoctrinated by this philosophy, educated by a realist attitude, he naturally cannot fully understand the ludicrous thoughts of these acolytes.

Many philosophies, especially one of the main five Earth Kingdom schools of thought Daojia, believes that reincarnation occurs for everyone not just the Avatar. While specific doctrines may vary, they all agree that once a person dies, they reincarnate into a different being, sometimes human and other times animals. While still unclear and mysterious, it is commonly depicted that certain individuals can remember memories from former lives. In exceptional cases, lovers can reunite with new mortal bodies, their spirits recognize each other. This is almost like a cheap love story, aiming to dangle the heartstrings of anyone reading and earn their coins.

Do friendship very last more than one lifetime?

He doesn't think so. But on a more serious note, Zhu Di cannot excuse the gullible nature of these cultists. Ignoring just how ridiculous their other superstitions are, the non-benders in their rank seriously think they will become a bender by performing questionable acts, even killing others. To him, they are more mentally deranged than the null minded female tour guides, who were created by mass hypnotization, with each believing they are a woman named Joo Dee. Thankfully, none of them are around today, at least not in the way he have hoped for.

"Fear me foolish aggressor, for you are powerless against a servant of the master, you will not get a single word out of me!" The arrogant cultist chanted again, taunting the lengthy quietness from the lead interrogator Zhu Di. It's often very impressive just how confident the acolytes are. Even in the most precarious situations, they can always drew psychological strength from their devotion. "Heh, you are probably just another one of those impure insects that mix blood!"

Zhu Di suddenly eyed him with a gentle but sharp gaze. There is an opening he may exploit. "Was it a lucky guess, or did you know from personal experience?"

"W-what?" the cultist faltered slightly. From this reaction, the interrogator would be remiss to not utilize this insecurity.

"You seem to know a lot about others based on appearance alone, tell me, have you done something similar?"

There was a moment of silence before expression of disdain constricted onto both the cultists. Humility is not a strong trait in these people. Their excessive pride often meant carelessly committing heinous crimes like murders and kidnappings. When confronted with these unforgivable deeds, they will shrug it off, espousing that their supposedly superior ideology should not be hindered by trivial basic law. Most even believe in some sort of miracle from their master that will somehow evade severe punishments like executions. When they are temporarily spared because of the lightness of their crime or because the law prohibit executions during spring season, they will claim it as the power of the Master and Eternal Balance. But when executions are successfully carried out, the alive cultists will claim that their dead comrade have been reincarnated to a higher caste, since they have sacrificed themselves to a glorious cause. It's like giving medicine to a dead corpse, many zealots cannot be reasoned with logic. But Zhu Di and Cowherd are not playing either. With each interrogation, both perfected their skills through the repetitive interactions with these prisoners. Instead of attacking their belief, they can just question their integrity. It's especially easy when information is so accessible...

"How dare you!" the young man shouted back. "A mindless buffoon like you knows nothing about me or the Eternal Balance, once I am freed, I shall carry out-"

"I know who you are, Bo Cai." Zhu Di's gentle yet interrogative words captured his immediate attention. "And I know you love to visit that restaurant in the Lower Ring named Gan's noodle shop with a woman from the Northern Water Tribe."

It pierced into their preconceived perception that the secrets are well guarded. Both prisoners remained dazed, but that is expected, for they have no idea just how much the robed officers know. Most inhabitants maintained an illusion of privacy. For long time residents, they tolerated the eyes and ears that might be secretly observing their everyday life. If one were to hear roof tiles being stepped on at night, people will just 'dismiss' it as a stray cat who has nothing better to do. But only few can truly comprehend just how extensive surveillance is. While no organization can truly be completely omnipotent, the sons of Kyoshi are not to be trifled with. Even underestimating them is a quick trip to the grave.

"To you, I might be just another impure individual that must be cleansed. But I understand this Eternal Balance enough to know that those who dare mix their bloodline should be put to death. Whether if it's bender or non-bender, a couple who has different bloodline all must be killed according to your values to keep things pure. Let me ask you, do you agree with this notion?"

"H-how did you know my name?" The injured cultist named Bo Cai asked, still incredulous about Zhu Di's hidden card. "This whole time you knew who I was?"

"Answer my question," Zhu Di requested in a formal tone, believing he shouldn't push too hard for now. Most prisoners are initially adamant, refusing to believe that somehow their personal information have been compromised. At the height of their organization's power, they have files for every single individual in Ba Sing Se, even the Earth King. But even in their current predicament, it's not too hard to track down some Lower Ring runts in hiding, especially a member of a cult.

The culprits exchanged difficult looks.

"Don't say a thing!" The other one advised to Bo Cai. "The master's will is with us, he shall see us freed from this unjust and despicable prison!" This does seemed to inspire Bo Cai, galvanizing the zealot to not detriment their cult.

Zhu Di looked at this individual with a tired gaze, he can sense rising murderous intent from Cowherder, who couldn't wait to test out some of his new contraptions. Oftentimes, prisoners would speak freely to each other, not fearing that they would be punished under this intense circumstance. If this was any other officer leading this interrogation, both cultists would have been flogged for outright ignoring their place!

But the rules are at the very least not that inhumane. There are still restrictions, albeit still controversial. While many questioned the director for putting a 'fallen emperor' in charge of the Western Depot, Zhu Di vow to not disappoint, at least not descend even more than he already have.

"As long as our mouths are shut, they can do nothing!" The less injured young man continued, espousing a bunch of supposedly virtues. "The Great Eternal Balance is a cause worth dying for. Don't utter another word which may be used by the Ba Sing Se dogs. These delinquents can destroy our body, but they can never enslave our mind! For the master!"

"Yes! Definitely!" Bo Cai echoed. For a moment, the man even felt the palm injuries doesn't hurt anymore. "For the Master, and the Eternal Balance! For purity!"

The morale and confidence have been boosted for the two cultists, who seems to have momentarily forgotten their precarious situation. Cowherd rolled his eyes annoyingly, shifting the brim of his helmet to cover his eyes for a good nap. The introverted scribe officer even made light grin, documenting the exited mood...and unfounded optimism.

"You hear that?" The older cultist smugly glared at Zhu Di, who usually have to handle the brunt of all the nonsense. "Bo Cai is a strong member to the master, he will never even give a single word that m-"

"Bo Kang, please, I simply wish to converse with your little brother first about certain issues."

Both cultists froze again. Zhu Di's line felt too normal, it's as though they are all having a conversation about life or work. The interrogator suspiciously feels too lenient, but that only puts them on guard. Just how much does Zhu Di know about their lives? When confront with what is uncertain, most will be cautious.

Bo Kang gulped his throat, choosing next words carefully. "Y-y-you!"

"Hush," Zhu Di snapped. "I only wish for your silence." He shifted to Bo Cai, noticing that the bandaged palms are starting to tear off. As the head interrogator retrieves another strip of cloth, the conversation shifted to about Bo Cai's activity after joining the Acolytes of San Bao. But none of the guests dare to utter another anymore. If this persists, they will just be wasting time here in this cell, the scribe officer's schedule is also quite rigid, it would be unproductive to delay his work.

"So Bo Cai, what did you do after becoming an acolyte?" Zhu Di asked. "Kidnappings children, stealing and killing a family of three, would you like to enlighten me on what was done?" The main purpose for this interrogation is obtain information on the whereabouts of the local sect leader. While majority cultists never know the exact location, even a small lead is enough to trace the head of the snake.

He watched Bo Cai's difficult expression. He saw something, something that might somewhat useful in their years of unfruitful search.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Di came to prisoner's side. "You don't have to fear me, tell me everything and you will be safe. I know you have done many things which you may not be proud of. But speaking from personal experience, I too have committed great moral transgressions. Even if we are on opposite sides, I wish you can see why we need to apprehend the one who have deceived you. Tell me everything, I will listen without judgement."

To a man who have fallen from grace in the eyes of the director, those are not mere empty words made up on the spot. Zhu Di firmly believes that the man before him, a similar aged young adult, would not fully accept the sheer cruelty espoused by their so called master. Reading the files about Bo Cai's file before today's arrest, details revealed a gruesome record of violence. It links to another murder case that occurred a year ago, about a dead Waterbender woman whose unborn child was ripped out of the stomach. Comparing that to all the horrific scenes he witnessed on duty, Zhu Di would prefer cleaning up a room of dead zealots rather than facing such grotesque horror. Even with years to indoctrinate, there is only so much a hardened individual can endure emotionally before finally succumbing to madness.

"Don't listen to the lawman!" Bo Kang reminded in a scathing tone. "He is trying to deceive you with temptations!"

Zhu Di ignored the older cultist. Using an amicable manner trying to convince Bo Cai again, all to reveal details of their local sect leader. Even a single word is enough. The reason why a soft approach is first adapted is because leaving a mental opening can help them cease this futile resistance. While the law for the murderers are that they should to be killed, at least being useful to the city's enforcers may grant these culprits some more time.

"Help us Bo Cai, please, I know you don't like being with these people. Deep down you don't agree with their ideals, and yet you bear the brunt of it. If you have something that may be helpful in capturing whoever is leading you in Ba Sing Se, we can put an end to this, and help more people that suffered just you. Do it," he leaned closer. "Avenge her." The enforcer subtly insinuated, implying that Bo Cai was simply tricked. Using the other murder case, Zhu Di aims to drive an emotional wedge, one side is the Acolytes of San Bao, the other is someone Bo Cai truly holds dear. For a moment, he saw those pair of eyes opening as a vulnerable person, one whose soul is filled with confusion, driven to murder and hate without explanation. No matter how stupid a belief is, there will always be those who chose to believe it, and try to justify their irredeemable acts.

Bo Cai's word caught in his mouth. Just as Zhu Di thought, lenient persuasion method can indeed work, but he was utterly disappointed.

"I'm sorry, but, I can't betray the master and the Eternal Balance." Bo Cai's response shocked Zhu Di, but not the other two, for they expect a quick execution for the two murderers.

While kindness from the main interrogator failed to extract even a tiny shred of useful intel, at least it made Bo Cai feel hesitant to offend Zhu Di's efforts. But the latter is not angered, just disappointed, it was more obvious for someone like him then every other cultural guardians. At this point, there is sadly no more use in applying benignity. Bo Kang, the older brother, has no past history can be used as an emotional attack. There is only one more thing to do.

"Then...are you both at least remorseful for the things you have done?" Zhu Di asked the two culprits. They all know what he was referring to. Both Bo Cai and Bo Kang were responsible for stealing children, linking their activities to other kidnapping cases where toddlers are supplied to the cult without the parent's consent. While these two are not unique, with many more committing similar acts that violated the law, executing them must first meet two criteria under Ba Sing Se's basic law for punishments. First, Zhu Di must ensure there is no more information that can be extracted. Second, they must confess to the crimes of homicide and stealing children. But the following methods that will be used is very controversial.

Is a confession real if it was forced?

"Do your worst," Bo Kang challenged. "You will find our resolve to be stronger than the chain that binds us."

Zhu Di sighed, cringing at their fanatism. "It could either be resolve or blind faith." These people and their zealotry makes this line of work so much more daunting. A smart criminal would have given up already. "Cowherd, do the thing."

His partner instantly jumped out from the chair and strolled pass the quiet scribe officer. In his hand is a device known as a zanzhi finger crusher, consisting of small sticks strung together with cords. It was infamously used on culprits to induce agonizing pain by crushing their fingers. But Zhu Di knew that this frightening torture device is nothing compared to the most notorious methods.

Cowherd didn't refrain from using force. He first started with Bo Kang, whom he considered to be the most delusional. The older brother of course cried in horrendous agony, but nonetheless was able to endure this physical torture. Unsatisfied with the culprit's resilience, Cowherd twisted those sticks tighter, until some individual bones themselves shatter, blackening and deforming the fingers. Yet, despite this tremendous stimuli, the cultist can still drew strength from their conviction towards the Great Eternal Balance, of which there is limitless.

Zhu Di sat back, watching uncomfortably as his partner demonstrated this cruel act. If only their ancient brainwashing technique can force them to spill the truth directly, that way, they can minimize the pain inflicted and save time. Unfortunately, their ancient technique is only useful in rewriting an individual or program them to follow basic commands. It can force them to forget or believe in information at the agent's choosing. In the past, they have utilized the brainwashing technique on certain cultists. After releasing them, the rewired individual will completely forgotten about the capture, until the order can trace them back to a den or secret hideout. Upon arrival, all the stalking agent need to do is repeat a phrase of words to trigger the cultist into attacking their fellow acolytes. He never enjoyed using that method, but before his own downfall, he certainly applied it very often.

"Is this the worst you can do!" Bo Kang taunted. "I expected more!" Pain gave more fuel to these zealots, who believing they are in a righteous cause, defending their master. It is a common sight. Unlike normal people, many of them seem to enjoy torture.

He gulped throat as the sound of agony ranged louder than before. These two acolytes were not on their schedule. Originally, they were supposed to interrogate a teenager boy, one these so called 'pure benders' according to the Acolytes of San Bao. At this moment, the particular prisoner is jailed in a special room to prevent bending. But what were they supposed to do? A raging youngster with the power of bending and deep fanatism to a cult is a recipe of disaster. There is risk even just storing him here.

''Alright Cowherder, stop for now." Zhu Di's request made his partner temporarily cease crushing Bo Kang's hangs. Yet, despite this torture, the older zealots made a chuckle, savoring this painful treatment. Of all the criminals, murders and smugglers alike, none of them in his years of service displayed such unhuman behavior. Fanatics like these cultists are not fearful that their bodies will destroy. And he knew that metaphorically, it's impossible to kill something that does not fear death. "Do you have anything to say? With one confession to your crimes of murders and kidnappings, I will make it stop. For your sake, choose wisely." It wasn't even a hard decision. All they need to do is say 'sorry' or 'yes' to all the heinous killings done under the orders of their cult. Revealing a few more information on where they can capture more acolytes, and these two brothers would be enjoying a bowl of soup noodles.

Bo Kang's hands are swelling already, anymore crushing from the zanzhi finger crusher might actually kill them. But Zhu Di believe these two can at the very least offer some useful information, despite unlikely to pinpoint the exact location of the local sect leader.

"I regret nothing," Bo Kang uttered. "The law of Ba Sing Se said killing is wrong, but so long as my master tells me to do it, none shall question!"

"You!" Zhu Di almost lost his temper at the barbaric statement. He quickly inhaled and release the air around him. Bo Kang specifically have murdered dozens of individuals in various horrendous ways, the news of which are quickly suppressed from reaching the public. Not only will these killings in the name of purity create social disorder, it might even threaten relationship with the Northern Water Tribe if more Waterbenders are harmed in this. "I presume that your consensus is the same, Bo Cai?"

It was received with a nod, albeit a weak one. With this, Zhu Di ordered another round of finger crushing, still on the same man.

"You pathetic lot are so gullible, believing that mere pain can allow us to betray out brotherhood!'' Bo Kang taunted. This irritates Cowherd, who tries to tighten the device. Bo Kang screamed louder, even the scribe officer covered his ears with both hands, taking time off writing the official document.

As for Zhu Di, he grown quite used to it. What was he supposed to feel for these cultists? Both these men felt no remorse in committing acts that endangers everyone. How can he be empathetic when one of them is so smug too? Can he even fault them, knowing their minds is poisoned? In the past, he would not have such moral dilemma. Perhaps like how many describes him, he has truly fallen

"Hey, mind giving an earplug?" The scribe officer asked. Zhu Di went over to a set of wooden shelves near the door. He stopped when a few consecutive knocks came from outside. Cowherd ceased his activity, as the knocking sound is particular specific, indicating that a new development is important enough to halt their interrogation.

Zhu Di turned the doorknob, in came another robed man who looks no much different to the other three. "We got a problem, big one." Despite the overwhelming calmness in the man's voice, Zhu Di grew anxious. Since he is one tasked with managing the Western Depot, naturally his presence is needed.

"What is it, did one of the prisoners escape? Is it that kid who is an Earthbender?" From the moment that newest prisoner is transported here, it has been difficult. That young Earthbender was quite talented, but was restless, demanding to see his parents, who are likely to be senior members of the local cult. There have already been two instances when he attacked the guards sent to give him food.

"Even worse," the other man said underneath his conical helm. "A surprise visit."

...

"Hey, who allowed you into here!" A sentry yelled.

Wearing the same uniform and iconic helmet, one dozen of men marched into the hallway in double column. They ignored the frustrated guards, who are demanding to know whose idea was to invite these outsiders into their own quarters.

Zhu Di, cowherd, as well as the scribe officer quickly emerged from the interrogation room. Along with a few other agents, they stood on the other side of this wide hallway, with hands concealed inside wide sleeves. The sudden appearance of additional men is a cause for alarm. To the Zhu Di, he recognizes none of them. All members of the Western Depot are busy trying to suppress the Acolytes of San Bao, scattered across this giant city using smaller satellite bases to monitor the populace. But here is the main headquarter, a place that houses important prisoners and where information files are concentrated. It's uncommon for this place to be full.

He decided to initiate contact, instinctively with the officer heading this group. Since they have the exact uniform, it presumed that these are allies from somewhere else.

Upon walking closer, the identity of the opposing side becomes more apparent. The leader of this entourage was a fellow trainee, an old acquaintance when they were all juvenile, hanging upside down and climbing the great bastion.

"Hey, isn't that Jiang Huan?" Cowherd said, forgetting to address their colleague using alias. Zhu Di approached the leader of this group. First, they bowed to each other.

"It has been a while, Zhu Di," Jiang Huan began with some pleasantries, grinning. "How have you been? It's not everyday the likes us in the Eastern Depot can take time to rest. It seems that completion of our duty is impossible."

"Like wise," Zhu Di replied courteously. "It's an honor to have men of the Eastern Depot paying us a visit." He knew this is all orchestrated. Jiang Huan is the leader of the other division, he would never be here just for a friendly checkup.

Their order have a complex hierarchy with multiple levels of power distributed for various purposes. The Western Depot is a division organized to address witchcrafts and other sorcery which may threaten the Monarchy. This often occurs during royal succession, when the power of the monarchy is at the most volatile. A prince might enlist the help of a suspicious shaman or cleric who may or may not be a fraud. But many fear that those charlatans might actually be able 'curse' the reigning monarch, channeling the spirits in making the King sick and pass the rule to another. Obviously, the Earth King cannot allow superstitions to influence the nation's royal family. One weak link is enough to bring down an empire. Which is why the Western Depot must arrest anyone who plays with asinine beliefs that can turn a successor to the throne an incompetent moron, who depends on religious superstition in governing.

But the purpose of their existence are oftentimes mocked, being described as overly glorified men whose only job is to arrest clowns. Such trivial task is overshadowed by the much more influential and powerful Eastern Depot, an organization that concerned themselves with a wider range of surveillance, such as monitoring military commanders and government officials. Similar to their counterpart, the key is to extinguish any attempts of uprising which may threaten the stability of Ba Sing Se. But what makes them fundamentally powerful is their strength in keeping the aristocrats loyal, thereby ensuring that the key figures of this city may not easily betray the people. Since this aspect is consider more vital and relevant in the daily lives of citizens, the Eastern Depot outnumbers the Western one almost ten to one, with some of the most excellent agents being deployed secretly to maintain this carefully balanced harmony. The two sides can be seen as rivals, competing to outdo the other in terms of efficiency. Of course, the Eastern Depot always will be the more prestigious one. But, they are all under the control of a third organization, the Inner Palace Depot located deep inside the Upper Ring. Anyone from the Inner Palace Depot can outrank those lower in rank.

"We have been sent by the director as additional reinforcements, there is going to be a few changes going around here," Jiang Huan stated.

Zhu Di sensed that his colleague is somewhat looking down on him, but who wouldn't. He already lost all respect after a very important incident, in which he failed to execute an order properly. This lead to his drastic demotion to mere manager of the Western Depot. But he can't voice his thoughts openly. "What changes? Did we fail in some way?"

"What changes you asked?" Jiang Huan chuckled like this is a joke. "Naturally, the director is not satisficed with your people's slow progress. We are here to help you of course."

The Eastern Depot is where the most elite members are allocated, as the top echelons in Ba Sing Se aims to preserve stability by heavy surveillance of the generals and prominent officials. Since the Acolytes of San Bao are always hiding in the dark, the Western division are in no hurry to immediately locate the sect leader. Information warfare is a time consuming and intricate matter. This sect leader who encourage the murder of mix blooded families is no fool too. The main target has been playing hide and seek for years yet not a single trace can be found through interrogations. The only explanation on why the director chose to commence unprecedented arrangements might indicate that upper command has found vital lead which may help win a decisive victory locally.

"We would need confirmations," Zhu Di said. "You can't expect us to suddenly change everything without the proper paperwork. We are not even sure if this is truly the orders from the director himself." Since both him and Jiang Huan have the same rank, it would be improper to behave as if one is inferior to the other. It's already a breach of protocol when these young men from the other division marches right into their headquarters.

"Hey, I'm just following orders like the rest of us, the director wouldn't sent me here if he isn't absolutely certain, I'm sure the paper would be-"

Before Jiang Huan can finish the sentence, each and every one of them halted their breathing, so quiet that they can hear their heartbeats slowly increasing . Some displayed signs of slight anxiety, and few tried their best to hold trembling hands still.

"He is here," Zhu Di said calmly. But deep down, he too is only one step away from letting hidden agitation show.

The guards near the doorway respectfully backed away as one lone figure strolled right in. The sentries maintained a stiff and rigid postures, refusing to move during this delicate moment. It is not easy to witness the creature that might one day be send after them.

The everyday citizens of this great city fear the cultural guardians, who are believed to know all and see all. But what made them truly terrifying is their ability to transform an individuality, thereby wiping their target's former selves through an ancient technique of brainwashing. What many did not consider is what do the enforcers themselves fear? Treachery? Betrayal? The answer lies in whether or not tomorrow they might succumb to disloyalty, tempted into indulging incompatible ideals that go against the most important thing in their life, duty. When an enforcer is suspected of treason, it would be unreasonable to demand a fellow collogue to capture them. Trivial emotions often get in the way of things, which is why who else is better at exterminating traitors than an inquisitor who feels nothing?

The messenger is cladded in the same uniform, with the only difference being a sheathed sword strapped to the side of the waist. The blade is a single edged saber, one handed and enough to maintain cutting power without sacrificing swordplay.

From Zhu Di's perspective, the messenger's head is looking slightly downward. His face is obscured by the helmet brim. As this mysterious figure closed in, he held up a small token made of gold. This young man is no errand boy. The handheld identification token is owned by each member to display ranks, with the valuable of the material determined by how high they are placed in the hierarchy. The golden token is far superior than the silver ones owned by Zhu Di and Jiang Huan, who themselves are higher than the everyday cultural guardians. But even without this metal token, the scar faced man already suspected who this is. It was immediately confirmed when the messenger gave him a piece of rolled up parchment, an edict from the director.

Zhu Di received it with with two hands, showing respect to the grandmaster who raised the newest generation in times of great strife. This attitude is akin to filial piety displayed towards their real parents, many of whom are mostly absent in their childhood. Without the director's care, most of them might have starved to death.

"T-this..." Zhu Di felt discomfort after reading the content. The letter didn't mention why, but that his role as Western Depot manager will be temporarily revoked. Some resources from the Easter Depot will be allocated here. But the most important of all would be the change of leadership aiming to incorporate some of the best members. One of whom, is standing right before them.

"I assume that you will have no problem?" The messenger lifted his face to meet Zhu Di in the eye. "It's a matter of seeing our mission completed, no matter the cost."

After all these years, it's still difficult for any of them to look directly at this man's face of pale and dark. With the two colors starkly contrasting each other, the entire surface resembles that of a theatre performer. Unlike an actor, this officer here is no ordinary lawmen. He too have the right to arrest, interrogate and execute criminals. But his reach extends disturbingly further, possessing the mandate to apprehend and then eliminate fellow colleagues who are suspected of betraying the state. This means, Zhu Di, Cowherd, Jiang Huan, or any other member in the order can be killed on the charge of treason. Resistance is simply futile, if this painted man is after a prey, then that person will die. It wouldn't be far fetched to say he can kill everyone in this room at ease.

"Is there any mention from the director about a new lead to bring down the cultists?" Zhu Di asked cautiously. "The Western Depot do have some additional files that he may be interested." But it was a mistake, he was met with a soul piercing gaze that almost made him believe death is at the door. Just looking at that painted face is enough to remind Zhu Di about the faces of dead colleagues and the countless dead cultists they discovered even just recently. In terms of skill, the young man before him has no short of it. None can doubt he will one day become the strongest one after the director and his generation fully retires.

"Your question do not affect nor improve the outcome of our goals, a mere servant should not assert himself with classified information which the director does not wish to share." The messenger bluntly said. "A minister must stick to his given duty, or suffer the pain of death." It was a full display of how their order is structured, and practicing the philosophy endorsed by the director himself.

One famous Fajia line specifically warned: A ruler must keep his intentions unknown to his ministers, who may exploit it to their own gain. This mistrust in others is propelled by those above the hierarchy. Which is why no effort was made to care about how Zhu Di might feel, as the latter must simply swallow his own pride and accept this unfair treatment. The messenger, who outranks all of them, will temporarily be in charge of this task force. Which will meant Zhu Di will certainly play a minor, a rather humiliating development considering the context.

"I do not question the edict, the director must have reasons to not reveal everything." Reluctantly, Zhu Dis slowly reaches within his sleeves. He drew out a metal token made of silver, handing it over to the painted man with a trembling hand. It was very painful, but what choice does he have?

After this act, Zhu Di's rank has been lowered, again. Now he will be just like any other cultural guardians, carrying a bronze token. In the eyes of everyone, a demotion is considered disgraceful, even if this is just temporarily.

The man with the face paint stared emotionlessly at the bronze token. It clear he has slight contempt for Zhu Di, looking down on the past failures and dishonor accumulated for their organization. Strength is always venerated, whereas allowing arbitrary emotions to cloud one's judgement is view with utter disgust. Zhu Di failed to understand this before. Even one tiny misstep is all it takes bring a person so far down the hierarchy. Like a tree that grew for twenty years, it can be easily chopped down with just twenty minutes.

They all bowed to the man with face paint. In the legalistic mindset, those most capable are always destined to rule, promoted according their merits. There is a reason why the director placed someone like this as a special operative, because this man is the only one that can efficiently hunt down traitors who too is trained in the deadly arts. Those with thoughts of betrayal or forsaken loyalty, this young man will kill them all without a second thought. That black and white trademark face paint is enough to send fears into the enemies, both external and former allies. Killing subversive elements is easy, but murdering someone whom you have grow up with? Only a special kind of individual can sustain that.

"Get back here you filthy pigs!" Came a defiant voice from the interrogation cell. It was Bo Cai, who has regained some confidence back, interpreting this intermission as ceding defeat to the cult. "I see that our master have foiled your will! Trembling upon hearing his name!"

Cowherd spun around, readying his zanzhi device to keep Bo Kang's mouth shut. But the new task force leader waved him to stand down. Upon ordering, Zhu Di explained the origin of the two cultists and why both him and Cowherder is instead not interrogating the teenager boy with bending, the latter is actually captured by the painted man himself.

"They are two brothers, Bo Kang and Bo Cai," Zhu Di started. "These two are linked with multiple cases of murders and kidnapping, more than the usual cultists we caught. With the help of an informant, we were able to locate them. Bo Cai is specifically responsible for the death of a Water Tribe woman in Wan Chai district. Bo Kang has an unusually high involvement with the disappearance of many children in the Lower Ring. We suspect their higher levels of activity might meant a closer link to the local sect's inner circle. So far, me and my partner is trying to confirm that."

"Then I presume you have both failed in your approaches," the new leader harshly said, demeaning both men's interrogation methods. The man is high in the hierarchy is already aware of these two specific cultists, just like many other cases censored by the state, almost every criminal's detail have been memorized to the greatest detail. "Foolishly wasting precious time on the dregs of society. I can see why you are so sluggish in all your approaches, Zhu Di."

This placed the scar faced man into an awkward position. He quickly bowed to show their fault. The young man with face paint is notoriously efficient, killing traitors and criminals at a whim. Most of the time, he did the heavy lifting by wiping out a whole den of enemies just to lessen the burden of others. Which is why Zhu Di's lack of results displeased him, attributing the slow progress to the previous Western Depot owner.

"A wild beast that is untamable is still a slave to his own ideals. While the usual daofei might buckle under kindness or force, those who polluted their mind can understand neither. " The inquisitor motioned some members in the hallway to accompany him to the cell. Together, they gathered around the table, with the man with face paint encroaching the two chairbound cultists. Bo Kang, who was restless before, cannot help but quieten down after seeing that grim looking face paint. Both of the acolytes appear at least slightly intimidated. Without a humanizing face, any creature would feel nervous towards an entity that does not display emotion. Uncertainty breeds alarm in them.

"W-what are you looking at?" Bo Kang tried. The constant staring from a man with face paint is uncomfortable, even for the most devout acolyte.

The painted man looked closely at the hands tortured by the zanzhi device, but then noticed that Bo Cai's hands are already injured, albeit not from this interrogation.

Noticing this development, Zhu Di explained that they did not torture Bo Cai out of concerns that it may needlessly kill the suspect.

"Oh very?" The man with face paint mocked. "Then I presume your compassion exceeds the will to see the head of the snake chopped off."

"No no!" Zhu Di quickly rectified. "It's just accidentally killing the suspects might take us back a few steps." He swallowed those rising fear, afraid to even act slightly defiant to the new leader appointed by the director himself. As he tries to think about more reasons why they should preserve the health of these prisoners, the new boss slowly drew the sword.

"Heh, I think you are all giving up now," Bo Cai taunted. "The master have aided us to endure your worthless attempts to-"

The saber swung in circles. He displayed basic skills of swordsmanship before precisely stabbed into Bo Cai's right hand with a straight thrust, right into the center of the already wounded palm. The cultist screamed loudly with excruciation. No doubt the hand will be permanently damaged.

Everyone, including the arrogant Bo Kang, was taken back by this sudden attack. As Bo Cai continued to cry in horror, the owner of the sword coldly looked at the interrogated. There was no hesitation, simply killing intent driven in the blade. "You shall speak to me as if I am your superior," he warned while the metal still embedded. "If you wish to prolong your pitiful existence, then I suggest controlling that sharp tongue. Otherwise, continue." The steel of the sword plunges deeply into flesh and bone, destroying the hand structure.

Bo Cai is trembling, the other hand shaking both from fear, pain and the dropping levels of blood. His forehead starts to sweat too, skin going paler as the mouth struggles to speak. Zhu Di and the others watched anxiously as the cultist tires to reply. It's obvious, years of experience told them that he will not make it.

"Y-yy-yes...sir," Bo Cai mumbled with depleting strength. Meanwhile his brother is terrified.

The painted man ripped the blade out, couldn't care less about the additional agony it might cause. His blade swiftly aimed at Zhu Di, who was just planning to get another bandage for their captives. With such notoriety, this young but authoritative figure is already controlling this headquarter with an iron fist, treating friend or foe indiscriminately.

"Do you know why you are here?" The voice is absent of that welcoming tone Zhu Di have. Right now, the two cultists are probably regretting not reciprocating the earlier treatment, which was much more humane. "Answer me, expendable peons of San Bao."

"We are not peons," Bo Kang tried to be brave. "We are proud ser-"

Following a light swoosh, the blade is now pointed at the older brother, specifically slightly thrusted into the neck, any deeper who meant instant death. The cultist tried not to faint at the saber, which is still stained in Bo Cai's blood. With a keen eye, they can even notice Bo Kang's own blood slowly seeping from the sword's tip.

"Your permission is to answer my will or face the consequences," the inquisitor stated clearly, leaving no room for discussions. This command also applies to the other enforcers standing in the room. While they observe this appalling scene, it's not hard to imagine themselves being in the cultist's shoes, being interrogated by the inquisitor for treason. "Let me remind you a few key points in Ba Sing Se's basic rule of law, the penal code is so simple, even a child can understand." The inquisitor readied the two culprits, preparing them for the upcoming round of interrogation. "If you kill, betray or steal all at the same time, then your fate is as good as dead. For two adult men who broke the law, then naturally the price will be heavy."

There are of course many punishments and torture method invented to punish daofei criminals. While viewed as excessively cruel, Zhu Di understand that the system in place aims to warn other outlaws to not repeat the same mistake. The system implemented is known as the Five Punishments, it is old and still quite reliable.

Caning

Beating

Penal Servitude

Exile

Death

These are the five methods commonly used to classify and generalize the various responses to criminals such as the Acolytes of San Bao. There are of course other infrequent methods such as forced face tattoo, limb amputations and emasculation. The military often prefers to tear a criminal's body in pieces using five roped chariots, pulling to different directions. For treasonous nobles or influential members, a classic forced suicide through drinking their last 'tea' or 'wine' is perhaps a very elegant way, a privileged as some would interpreted.

Whatever Bo Kang and Bo Cai will receive, it will not be good. But the laws of Ba Sing Se clearly stated, without a confession to their serious crimes, the criminals cannot be executed.

The scribe officer returned to the table's seat, readjusting his glasses to prepare the documentation of the following event.

"Bo Cai, let's start with you." The inquisitor looked up the files. Even with precise memorization, this cruel enforcer still needs to update on recent activities of specific individuals, just in case. He skimmed through most of the page that involves normal murders and child kidnappings, until he can exactly pinpoint the one case that is most useful.

There must also be motivation, a witness and evidence to the crime. The organization's extensive archive possess an overwhelming amount to sentence these two. The goal is to make zealots admit to murders and kidnappings, and reveal any other information on the Acolytes of San Bao.

To Zhu Di, being an inquisitor holds unprecedented official power, autonomy, and wielding the right to execute fellow enforcers and access to classified information given by the director. While he is feared, it's a highly valued position many ambitious officers do aspire to earn, climbing greater on the ladder towards the top. As for Zhu Di? There is a reason why he has such a demeaning title. And with that past experience, he suspect the current inquisitor have received very sensitive information. The reshuffling of the Western Depot and the additional resources allocated to combat the cult could imply urgent development behind the scenes. The Acolytes of San Bao could be plotting something, something big enough that warranted the director to respond.

"Peon!"

Bo Cai straightened his back upon hearing that authoritative voice.

"We are not going to be here any more longer, that I can promise."

The inquisitor slowly walked around the two brothers, until he is exactly in their blind spots. Bo Cai can feel those critical pair of eye watching their mentally exposed backs. The younger brother's whole body trembled when a hand encased with earth landed on the shoulder. The rhythm of the breathing hastened to compensate for the poor perfusion.

"You know something, don't you?"

This time, Bo Kang wouldn't dare intervene with verbal insults. His younger brother must endure this alone.

The inquisitor waved a leaflet at Bo Cai's face, a page filled with the faces of victims. Of course, the news are censored to prevent public disorder, maintaining the stability and imaginary veil of safety. Unlike earlier with Zhu Di as an interrogator, the cultists did not dare to deny the evidence to his criminal activity. Killing dozens of normal citizens have warranted undeniable proof to his involvement. Most of the time, bystanders saw him and Bo Kang attacking someone in an alleyway, or snatching a child to serve as the cult's servants. They have identified motivation, eyewitnesses to the crime, and also physical evidence, which are the meagre knives found in their pockets. Now, time for the confession, a forced one if needed.

"Yes, me and my brother are responsible!" Bo Cai uttered. The inquisitor didn't even need to apply pain, the sudden show of force earlier clearly dampened his resolve. It also doesn't help that their criminal activities are already known the enforcers, so there is no point to keep resisting unless Bo Cai wants to die quicker. While it is only legal to execute a murder after confession, Bo Cai do not mind that.

"Including the murders?" asked the inquisitor.

"Yes!" Bo Cai said. "I admit to killing them all." Bo Cai openly expressed disdain towards people who mix their blood with very distinctive people, like any cultists, feeling disgust at the thought

The inquisitor swiped a glance at Bo Kang, who is sitting quietly. Earlier, the older cultist was restless in preventing his brother from selling their cult out. This detail did not went unnoticed by the ruthless young man, who took over Zhu Di's position.

"Why did you kill those people? Murdering they who have done you no wrong, why must they suffer by your blade?" The inquisitor's words caught Bo Cai off guard. Perhaps to the cultists, they were expecting to reveal sensitive information that may disadvantage the master. By anticipating pain and brainwashing, this left them vulnerable to more complicating questions that is challenging their belief directly.

Bo Cai stuttered before speaking. "T-they are evil spirits!" He explained hastily. "Their dirty acts of polluting the bloodline will threaten Earthbending! With each passing generation, bending will weaken until it is no more. This is why the master taught us to eliminate those evil spirits, and destroy their offsprings so the impurity do not spread." He defended their case for those murders, on why they must kill anyone mixing the properties of bending through blood. "It is a just cause! We must all do everything to save bending and bring glory to Eternal Balance!"

"So you are not remorseful?" The inquisitor asked.

Instead of grieving, Bo Cai stated that he found joy and purpose. Clearly, the Bo brothers are too fanatical to see the fatal error in their ways. When asked about kidnapping children, Bo Cai pleaded that their selfish action aims to help these children be enlightened in the ways of their master. Non-bending kids will learn the joy of serving the exemplary pure benders. Whereas bending children will have the honor of becoming a 'pure warrior', a privileged status that the non-bending caste members can only dream about. Naturally, all those children will be taught the great ways of the Eternal Balance, helping the master purify the world one step at a time...along with practicing other nonsense incoherent with reality.

Zhu Di gripped his hand firmly. While he is not naive about these immoral acts, it takes a great amount of self-control to not shoot a few pellets into Bo Cai's head. It's too easy in justifying the death of someone who is proud of their harmful acts. Most failed to understand that by drowning in prideful sentiments, they attracted many who wish for vengeance. The Acolytes of San Bao bear deep hatred to those who 'mix' their blood, especially people from different types of elements having children. The cultists are purely driven by their belief that people considered 'impure' must be exterminated, even the woman and children. This can help further advance their so called Eternal Balance. By the orders of the caste known as 'pure benders', peons like the Bo brothers are the ones are commonly tasked to slay, as well as kidnap any children that may be trained as a new member of the cult. Devout non-benders who firmly believe in the cause will carry out any order from the higher caste members, believing that through their despicable acts they will ascend to a higher cultivation level, potentially become bending in their reincarnation.

The inquisitor leaned closer to one of Bo Cai's ears. "Do you at least feel remorse?"

"N-no. In the name of purity, I must do everything to serve the master! Even if it means me dying in the process."

There was subtle hesitancy in Bo Cai's voice, another small detail that will not be overlooked by the efficient inquisitor. Since this cultist is so dedicated to purity and a clean bloodline, then the inquisitor will not hold back. Just like what some say, the higher one stands, the longer they fall.

"Say? What do you people do to those who have children that is...different?" The inquisitor acts interested, as if he genuinely felt curious about this weird ideology. "Care to enlighten me? I want to know what is the prerequisite for a someone to be considered mixing their blood."

Years of hunting the cultists, interrogating, killing the aggressive ones, all those zealots define 'mixing blood' as having children with someone with different physical abilities or ethnic origins. Similar to how wine is diluted with water, the final result is a less palatable drink that have lost its appeal, becoming impure. In the same manner, the Acolytes of San Bao believe that the act of intermixing people's bloodline may weaken bending somehow, producing weaker benders with every succeeding generation. In their terms, non-benders must not have relationships with benders, all violators must be put to death, as so is their filthy offspring. The powerful bender must not have relationships with weaker benders, violators must be death, as so is their filthy offspring. Benders with different elements, like Earthbenders and Waterbenders in Ba Sing Se, must not have relationships, all violators must be put to death, especially their disgusting spawns! With such thinking in line, devout cultists can easily justify the murder of most people. An innocent little family, with children born from an Earth Kingdom father and a Northern Water Tribe woman, something as simple as that is enough to drive anger these cultists with disgust, thereby encouraging them to purge others in the name of purity.

Zhu Di gulped, sensing that the following scene might be hard to stomach emotionally. He could guess what the inquisitor might do. Since the cultists cannot be moved with his kindness, or submit under Cowherd's zanzhi finger crushing device, then the natural next step would be to destroy them through sowing internal conflict.

"K-kill t-them of course," Bo Cai whispered like a child afraid to speak up. For anyone they deemed impure, the acolytes would kill those defenseless enough. He then explained precisely when someone is deemed 'diluting their bloodlines'. According to the their teachings, the criteria is fulfilled when a child is still forming inside the mother's womb. If the unborn child has visible fingers, then the whole family must be put to the sword to preserve bloodline purity. However, if the unborn child have yet to develop fingers, then technically the father and mother is still considered 'pure', assuming they did not violate other criteria.

But, the child still must be killed.

"Ah, thank you for taking time to explain your ideals to an uncultured gentleman like me." The inquisitor mockingly said and marched to the table, reaching for a single slip of paper. "Judging by your commitment, I can tell you practice what you preach. Tell me, if you find a pregnant woman carrying an impure child, would you feel remorse in killing her?"

Bo Cai froze. It took a while before he can remove his anxiety and answer? "For the master and the glorious Eternal Balance, yes."

"Then what happens for those impure folks after they die?" The inquisitor asked, still retaining that unflinching expression with the help of an intimidating face paint. "You said good spiritual cultivation can help you eventually become a bender, what does doing the opposite bring? If you are considered impure, will the fate be reincarnated into a lower being? A frogs perhaps? Mmm?"

This put Bo Cai into sudden emotional distress, making his brother worry tremendously. All other enforcers, except Zhu Di, are surprised by the inquisitor's effectiveness interrogation. But the real demonstration is just about to begin.

"I did nothing wrong," Bo Cai repeated, sounding desperate to an invisible force inhabiting the room. "I have no remorse, what I did was right!" He repeated those words over and over again, like a deluded parrot rehearsing for a show. The cultists continued to dabble, immersing himself almost like an Air Monk chanting scriptures and sutras. The inquisitor had him like a puppet, controlling using desires and fears simultaneously. If a prisoner's irrational belief can help them justify atrocities, then it can also be used against them when exploiting the cracks.

"You very have no remorse?" He asked while holding a picture for Bo Cai. It's a drawn image of a Water Tribe woman. "Not even this one? You know what I am talking about. While I understand your deep conviction, let me must remind you, the unborn child does have fingers. Are you remembering anything yet?"

Bo Cai stared at the picture almost without breathing. His brother grew very concerned when his fellow cultist is glued to the picture of a woman. With those very dilated pupils, Bo Cai's breathing suddenly became faster. He kept repeating the phrase 'I did nothing wrong, I have no remorse, what I did was right', muttering them over and over again. The other enforcers watched with pity as the young man is on the verge of mental breakdown.

"S-she is just another im-pure that must be p-urged!" Bo Cai stuttered. "She is a filthy water hag who is impure, and is about to give birth to an unclean spawn. Yes, I killed her and the child, but it was for the greater good! She meant nothing to me!"

The inquisitor sighed. He quickly moved his body away after detecting gripping fists from behind, the sound of stone gloves clenching. The inquisitor allowed a vengeful Zhu Di to march right in front of Bo Cai and deliver a fully charged punch. The fist was reinforced by a layer of glove made of earth, ensuring that the impact breaks half the cultist's tooth, now even more blood flow from the mouth.

"Brother!" Bo Kang cried.

"How dare you deny your ties with that dead woman and her child, even at this moment!" Zhu Di retorted fiercely, giving another well aimed punch into Bo Cai's jaw. "Is your mind so poisoned, that the idea of betraying your beloved to a logically flawed belief not come as foolish?" He punched again, with the intent of killing. "Don't you know how painful it is to hide that woman's death from the public, even from her parents. To this day, they still believe their daughter is simply missing in Ba Sing Se, after years, they are still searching. You wouldn't understand their struggle because the likes of you do not deserve any chance to live happily!" He performed an uppercut from below the chin area, knocking Bo Cai's head backward so strong that Cowherd thought the prisoner's neck would be snapped.

The reserved Zhu Di, who previously urged his partner to demonstrate restraint, is ironically doing the same thing that might kill the prisoner. He too is a hypocrite just like Bo Cai, both violated ideals set for themselves. But Zhu Di at the very least tries to stay consistent, while not being an absolutist. Bo Cai brought into the disturbing beliefs without questioning, leading him to believe that he is 'impure' because of the relationship with a deceased Water Tribe woman. Perhaps the cultist was too influenced by dangerous dogmas, afraid that his spouse's gestation might detriment his spirituel cultivation. Unfortunately, the interest of himself and the cult triumphed over the lives of the mother and child. Bo Cai murdered his own beloved, cut through the womb to examine the unborn infant. After disappointed with his own flesh and blood's physical appearance, he discarded the scene, allowing the bodies to rot and decay. The Western Depot manager, now former, was the first one to examine the horrific scene. There is only so much that even an indoctrinated man can handle, and it also doesn't help that Bo Cai used the phrase 'water hag'.

"Enough," the inquisitor calmly ordered. "We still need him alive." If it hadn't been the words from the coldblooded man, Bo Cai would likely have been killed.

The gauntlets made of stone is a guarded trademark, a technique passed down from the brilliant founder herself. It aims to complement their unparalleled stealth and unlike most Earthbending styles, a strong emphasis is placed on technique and accuracy. But that doesn't mean brute force is completely annihilated, as seen in Zhu Di's impulsive display.

Reluctantly, the indignant man let go. The jaw of Bo Cai is even more deformed, barely able to talk now that some parts have fractured. The older cultist watched in horror, not sure if his fellow sibling can last much longer.

"It very does not matter if you have remorse or not, for someone who has already confessed to these atrocities, and proud of it, I don't how much worst the punishment can get." The inquisitor insinuated. "But, I can delay the punishments for a few more weeks, if you are willing to reveal where your local leader is."

"No, it's fine, go ahead with the punishments, I have defended the ma-"

"Let me remind you, that unborn child of yours have fingers." The inquisitor positioned his saber at Bo Cai's neck. "You are impure, according to your own beliefs."

"I-I, I firmly believe in the Eternal Balance!" The cultists stated nervously. He is more concerned about personal status instead of feeling remorseful for the crimes. For any acolytes, especially non-benders, their most aspired goal is to reincarnate with stronger bending, eventually becoming a pure bender. Without warning, the inquisitor quickly motioned to the other prisoner. His entire body shifted in front of Bo Kang, movement both inhumanly swift and silent. "What about you? Do you consider your own brother as pure?"

Bo Kang looked dazed, afraid to respond. It's easy for them to endure pain, but dumbstruck when one his own relative is punishable in their own belief system.

This is a direct attack against their integrity, using the cult's own teachings against them. While Zhu Di tried kindness, and Cowherd followed it up with physical torture, the apex inquisitor exploits the inherent human flaws, reading the cultists like a book. By definition, Bo Cai's relationship with that Waterbender undoubtedly makes him 'impure'. While a couple composed of a local Ba Sing Se citizen and someone from the Northern Water Tribe is quite rare, such family arrangements is considered very trivial, expected even, especially when the city have strong economic and political ties with the foreigner capital city in the North Pole, Agna Qel'a.

The cultural guardians have files after files of violence committed against these mixed ethnic families. Yet, even the brainwashing masters sometime don't fully understand the cultists' mindset. While their own history are filled with failures and betrayals, even they felt abhorrent by the senseless murders that seems to achieve almost nothing. The cultists have committed not out of survival, but to satisfy their unquestioned ideological thirst. Unlike the enforcers, the acolytes don't very value pragmatism that much.

"My brother is a good kid, I know he is a loyal acolyte to the master." Bo Kang espoused. "He may have done things he was not proud of, but those were amended. To give his life to a great cause is a worthy honor, that makes him already worthy to be a pure bender. He will never betray us, he will never betray me."

There are many fallacies in that vague statement, grossing over the severe crimes against innocent citizens, skimmed over the fact that Bo Cai is technically impure due to his relationship with a Waterbender.

The inquisitor moved back to Bo Cai, the latter might be losing more blood by the second. He lowered his body so that they are face to face. "Your brother seems confident that you will not reborn as a frog, but as a...bender. Hmm, how interesting. Peon, what are the chances that someone like you, who almost conceived a child with a Waterbender, might be reincarnate into a bender? Do you subscribe to the Acolytes because you envy your spouse's ability? Do you enjoy carrying out the will of your master, taking the lives of your beloved and child too? Sure, you are a loyal dog that barks with obedience, but you can't change the fact that you are also the very definition of what the cult wish to destroy." He gently cupped Bo Cai's swollen cheek, others cannot tell if he was being deceptive or caring. Whatever psychological game the inquisitor is playing, it aims to torment Bo Cai with every biting word.

A fanatical cultist do not fear death, as they believe it will achieve a higher cultivation through spirituel devotion and completing tasks issued by 'pure benders'. But what they do fear is earning the scorn of their superiors, especially the man at the top, the ambiguous figure known as the master. Which is why when powered with their zealotry and fierce devotion, they can do almost everything without caring for their mortal bodies. As long as their spirits remain 'pure', then there is nothing to be afraid of. But Bo Cai can never be at peace. No matter how hard he tries to amend for his past 'fault', he can never escape being labeled as 'impure', and possibly be reincarnated into an inferior being. The enforcers around them do not know what exact implications the cult has for those who reincarnate into a lower level. Perhaps it's similar to certain Earth King folk religion or Air Nomad sutras, where the human reincarnates into an animal. Regardless of the truth, Bo Cai is consumed with fear, face froze when being labeled as 'impure'. The tables flipped as the inquisitor keep reminding the prisoners of that fact.

"Maybe there is something you can do to remedy this, like some strange ritual or process that can help you rid of this impurity." the inquisitor said to Bo Cai. This whole time, he never tries to denounce their belief as false. It was much more insidious, the interrogator exploited the belief, pouring more poison into their already polluted minds and cook a soup in his liking, controlling Bo Cai with human desires. "I have an offer. If my sources are correct, and the likes of you are above the average expendable peons, then I can say for sure you at least known where your local leader may be. Tell me a correct location, and I might consider extending your time in this life."

"Pao's family teashop!" Bo Cai quickly said.

There was not even the slightest hesitation, which will be Bo Cai's own undoing. Bo Kang didn't react, staying silent. None of their eyes felt right in the inquisitor's eyes.

"Pao's family teashop?" The inquisitor's hand methodically reaches for his sword. "You mean that place where a boy named Lee worked at?"

"Yes! Yes!" Bo Cai agreed without thinking. "Lee works there! Actually, you will find the local sect leader behind the counter-"

Swoosh!

The saber cut across a strand of Bo Cai's hair. There was a precise laceration drew over the temporal part of his head. This was a warning.

"Inquisitor!" Zhu Di said. "The culprit has revealed a possible location, why did you-"

"You have fallen far," the face painted man retorted. "Have you became so lackluster that you can't even discern truth from lies?"

"B-but how can you tell?" Jiang Huan asked.

The inquisitor simply glanced at the other man. He didn't even bother to answer, and choose to continue with extracting information.

Bo Cai pleaded, assuring he was telling the truth. But the sharp-eyed inquisitor will have none of it. There are millions of males with the name Lee, but few remembers that the one who works at Pao's family teashop was a boy many decades ago. Since both are just young men, Bo Cai and the inquisitor is significantly younger than the tea server in question. Yet the cultist dare claim that someone name Lee still works at that place, the fallacy is obvious, the real one have already exited Ba Sing Se before they were even born!

"And what if me and the other gentleman don't find him there?" The inquisitor asked in a warning tone, albeit devoid of emotions too. "There will be consequences for lying."

"I will wager my life," Bo Cai said, enduring his fresh wound.

"Oh, so you want to die defending your belief?"

Bo Cai gasped. Perhaps he believed that just doing a bit more for the Eternal Balance might help alleviate the fact he cohabitated with the 'wrong' person. If he was executed in helping the cult, in their worldview, it might get a guaranteed pass and reborn into a higher caste. But the inquisitor only see him as a source to extract information. Since the cultist are so fanatical in their belief, to the point of murdering their own family just to climb their hierarchy of purity, the enforcers would be remiss to not exploit their insecurities.

"Let's make this interesting," the inquisitor turned to his new underlings. "I have a proposal, to test the loyalty of this lowly peon. We will bring the two dregs to where the new prisoner is held."

"Should we at least bandage Bo Cai first?" Zhu Di asked out of concern. A dead cultist is no use to them. Every one of them would at the very least be able to provide intel on where the others are. In a city with millions, just a vague description of a hideout is very valuable. Reducing the numbers of acolytes roaming the Lower Ring, even by one, can potentially prevent an 'impure' victim's murder. This minor suggestion drew the inquisitor's ire, which lead Zhu Di quickly to lower his head.

The newest prisoner is a teenager captured by the inquisitor. Of all the cultists, he was the only one that survived. Based on the information given, he is from a very high category of 'pure bender' caste, and was about to be officially ordained by a minor shaman before the den was discovered. None of the adults present surrendered, so all of them perished.

"W-what you going to do?" Bo Kang asked with uncertainty.

"You will see," the inquisitor said. "Since you believe your brother will not betray you, let see if that statement holds up."

...

They all entered deeper into the labyrinth, opening a door that leads them through a hallway. They marched through the cells that lined the walls. Despite being imprisoned for practicing harmful superstitions, the men behind iron bars are well-nourished. In Ba Sing Se, even the most lowly criminals eat like kings. Or maybe that was just Zhu Di being a humane warden. Naturally, the inquisitor is not pleased with this kindness.

"Move faster!" Cowherd shoved Bo Kang, who almost bumped into his severely injured brother. The sight of a bloodied Bo Cai naturally frightened the other prisoners. The cultural guardians of Western Depot do apply torture to extract information, but never have so much crimson be seen. Whatever grievances they have towards the notorious zanzhi finger crusher, the new curator of the cells will not be so lenient.

"I see that these prisoners are well-kept," the inquisitor remarked. "Food, water, and a clean room that shelters them from the storm and rain, they even have torches to keep them warm, rather unfair considering that there are many law-abiding citizens and refugees from outside wall who must live in lesser conditions."

Zhu Di, who is guiding the inquisitor next to him, covered his fist with the palm and bowed. "Most of these men are acolytes with lesser crimes that do not warrant execution. We are in the process of rehabilitating them, hoping they may one day reintegrate to society. So far, we are trying to build something that can bring sunlight into here."

The word rehabilitating is a rather embellished tone. Even Zhu Di knew many zealots are too stubborn to view their fellow humans with kindness. Each one of these fanatics view people 'mixing their blood' with utter contempt that justifies murders. When asked about why, they will vaguely respond with a pretext of purity. Clearly, they are incompatible for a society that values law and civilization. He have considered just rewriting their minds, becoming just another ordinary citizen who always believe they are living in Ba Sing Se. Their former selves will be erased, and that is where he felt very conflicted.

"They all committed treason, and against the law," the inquisitor stated, face filled with slight contempt for Zhu Di. Unlike the former manager, he saw more fault into this lenient approach, considering it as playing with a romanticized version of mercy. "An outsider who arrives in our beautiful city have done no wrong, for they are guests that respect the host's authority. But these dregs of society disguises themselves in sheep clothing while plotting to uproot the carefully maintained harmony curated by our predecessors and the founder herself. The city's culture and historic sights will not be met with respect if these peons are in charge. Yet, you waste so much effort in helping these peons when others suffered by their hands."

"I...well," Zhu Di isn't sure how to explain this morality. It's true, the Acolytes of San Bao have committed many senseless violence and murders against anyone they consider 'impure'. Even Zhu Di himself is a disgrace in their perceived category of purity. If the roles were reversed, then he will probably not receive the same leniency and put to death. Perhaps this is why the inquisitor is so ruthless when dealing with traitors and the cultists. The commonality of the two lies in betrayal. If Bo Cai can betray his spouse so easily to a fanatical ideal, then why doesn't he deserve death? If the inquisitor was the one who found the Bo brothers first, then it's likely those two cultists would not have survived until now. "We are here, be careful everyone." Zhu Di diverted the topic. At the end of the hallway is a room with wooden walls. It is constructed to ensure those with Earthbending cannot break out easily.

The small contingent halted. Along with a few cultural guardians the scribe officer, Cowherder guarded the chained up cultists as Zhu Di searched for the keys. After unlocking it, he slowly opened the wooden cell.

"Hou Yi, it's us, we have some...visitors. We are coming in." Zhu Di was reluctant in opening the door. This prisoner is the youngest one, about seventeen based on appearance. The teen has already endured so much, witnessing an entire den of fellow cultists killed in a ceremony dedicated to him. Ever since the youngster is placed here, it has been difficult. Bringing in a bloodied Bo Cai might be very traumatizing for someone so young and impressionable.

Hou Yi is always restless in the past few days, always complaining despite the preferential treatment. But it's understandable. The fear after being separated from parents and watching close friends dying is a horrific experience. Cases like this is where morality blurs. In their line of work, the ideals of kindness is often frowned upon. It is impractical when facing subversive elements that will detriment society. But the prisoner is a teen that have done no wrong, to subject him to so much trauma is completely unjustified.

"H-hou Yi?" Zhu Di called out again. The door creaked a small gap, allowing him to peer into the room. It is pitch dark, the torch was extinguished, intentionally.

Without warning, a hand behind the door quickly threw it to the side, catching Zhu Di off his guard. A lone figure slipped through, dashing pass the surprised Zhu Di and inquisitor. He has a topknot just like most people, possessing a juvenile looking face. Despite this, his swiftness managed to temporarily outwit the sentries, running down the hallway trying to escape.

"Kid, hey!" Zhu Di shouted desperately. Before he can act, the inquisitor threw out a surveyor's chain, binding Hou Yi's hand and pulls him backward. But the man with grim face paint did not stop there, he yanked the prisoner, using the chain and slung the teenager back into the cell, slamming to the back. Zhu Di and the others stood in horror, the act was simply too excessive.

"I-is the kid ok?" the scribe officer asked.

The inquisitor returned the chain back into his sleeve. Instead of commenting on the teenager's wellbeing, he instead reprimanded them all for their inaction. Especially to Zhu Di, who did not even chain the prisoner up due to his adolescence. Every enforcer carries a binding chain that is useful in capturing Earthbenders. Yet, Zhu Di and everyone else couldn't react quick enough, almost allowing an important individual's escape.

"Hesitation and indecisiveness will be your downfall," said the inquisitor. "Our duty demands us to put aside our selfish morals, only the naive can believe compassion can benefit the state. I personally witnessed the downfall of a remarkable individual. But after allowing pointless emotions to blunt his skills, that man became decadent when performing his duty. After failing the director, he lost that prestige we all so long for. I don't want any of you follow the same example. Isn't that right, Zhu Di?"

"Y-yes!" Zhu Di answered, trying not be too obvious. Everyone, even the most inexperienced recruit, knew who the inquisitor was talking about. When the most promising individual in their rank became nothing more but a shadow of his former self, it's natural they would all look down on a disgraced enforcer.

They all entered the room. The other enforcers quickly apprehend Hou Yi and tie him up to a wooden chair. Since the inquisitor have overruled all authority in the Western Depot, there is nothing Zhu Di can do about this.

"Let me go!" Hou Yi screamed. "I want to see my parents!" When confronted with the inquisitor's painted face, he was overwhelmed with fear. Sweat poured down from his neck, trying to not collapse under pressure. From Zhu Di's perspective, the inquisitor is notorious when carrying out a mission, ruthlessly clearing dens of subversive elements and traitors, the process is always overly excessive. If even the city's most feared cultural guardians fear this man, then who can very challenge the inquisitor without being scared to wits?

Only someone who is either inhumanly brave, or extremely foolish, would dare to oppose the director's most capable cultural guardian.

"Hou Yi, is that very you?" Bo Kang sound dumbfounded. After their eyes are unobscured from the blindfold, they are almost in a trance. Being in the presence of Hou Yi is like meeting a divine spirit. These two peons, lowly servants in this disturbing caste system created by the cult, quickly prostrated themselves on the ground, pressing their forehead to the dirty floor, showing deep reverence to an adolescent being tied to a chair.

"Young master! We were looking for you everywhere!" Bo Cai cried, shredding tear that flows down his cheeks. "It's so good to see you again! Knowing you are alive, we can die without regret!"

Hou Yi also looked slightly reassured. He calmed down, it's great that familiar faces have soothed the energetic soul. "Are my parents looking for me?" he asked nervously. "What about my dad?"

Bo Kang answered. "He is, he is searching for you day and night. Don't worry, now that we know you are here, we can-" The cultist felt words are caught in his throat. The happy reunion is silently punctured as the inquisitor's intimidating painted face hovered right next to the older brother. The robed man stared down at the peon who volunteer to becomes a slave.

"So you know each other?" He said. "I see that you two are acquainted to this young impressionable juvenile."

"Don't you dare insult young master Hou Yi!" Bo Cai bellowed with fierce indignation. "He is a great pure bender and a perfect representation of what our master teaches! There is no greater honor to be servants of this future pure warrior! If you dare spat another foul speech, then I will cut your throat and ensure all your family are slaves!"

The inquisitor's face remained unchanged by those empty threats. Cowherd can be heard snickering from the background.

It's almost saddening to witness this slave mentality at work. But it is very common in the Acolytes of San Bao, where non-benders serve as the most basic members, acting as controllable minions by the more esteemed benders. These deluded non-benders submitted themselves to these so called pure benders, working as puppets and performed the most undignified roles while being looked down. Yet, despite this mistreatment, they always have an unhealthy reverence to the those considered most pure. It's a disturbing obsession, compulsory dedication in servitude just to be in accord with their own belief in purity, hoping one day their devotion to the master and to his most pure warriors will give them great reward in the next reincarnation. As convoluted as it sounds, the cultists truly believe it.

"So bold again huh?" The inquisitor glared at Bo Cai with contempt. "I see that you are all dogs that bark so proudly."

"Don't care!" Bo Cai snapped. "What I said was the truth, check Pao's teashop, or else-"

"Or else what?" The inquisitor slowly unsheathes his blade, preparing to put the cultist's irrationality to full use. "Don't forget to know your place, peon. If I you do not tell me the truth, don't regret when the blade isblind to anything is slays."

"Well then kill me then!" Bo Cai challenged. But it was an obvious rouse. Dying while defending a 'pure' bender might be seen as a worthy act that can guarantee his rebirth as a bender. His older brother also did not stop him.

"And let you have your glory?" the inquisitor raised his sword dangerously near Hou Yi.

Unlike the tortures earlier, this truly troubled the Bo brothers significantly. Based on their mortified expression, it's telling that the two cared for an upper caste member more than their own lives. It is intentional that they are here. If a pure bender dies in the presence of two lowly servants, who managed to survive longer, than it's likely an irredeemable act, cursing them both to be divinely punished. Hou Yi is the golden leverage, that one uncrossable line and something the Bo brothers held dear, which is now used against them in this interrogation.

"Tell me where your local leader might be hiding, and I may consider sparing this juvenile." The inquisitor brandished the sword as Zhu Di watched with discomfort. Just as expected, the two brothers didn't easily sell out their organization. They would need a bit more persuasion. "Fine, then don't mind being reborn as a frog then," as he raised his sword at Hou Yi, the two brothers raised their hands, demanding this to stop. It seems that no matter what, the death of a pure bender can doom them to be moved down in the hierarchy after their deaths.

"Bo Cai, how much this? You don't need to tell me where the location for now, but in exchange, you may do something else."

The younger brother hastily accepted it without much thought, a decision he will instantly regret.

"Kill your brother," the inquisitor ordered. This command made even the other enforcers gasp. The brothers themselves are understandably taken back by this suggestion.

"Inquisitor, i-isn't this a little too much?" Zhu Di asked cautiously.

"No, on the contrary I think Bo Cai can easily do something like that," the inquisitor commented darkly, alluding to the cultist's former murdering. If a deluded zealot can kill his own spouse and unborn child for an unfounded belief, then surely he can do the same thing his brother right?

"N-no, please!" Bo Cai pleaded. "My brother is a righteous man, he is the one who introduced me to the enlightening ways of the Great Eternal Balance!"

"If he is a righteous man, then he will be reborn into a higher class of your people right?" The inquisitor started to unlock the younger brother's chain, loosing them to allow the cultist move freely. He then requested a knife, shoving it into Bo Cai's trembling hands. "Go on, redeem yourself."

Zhu Di wanted to stop this, part him knew the inquisitor's method might be going too far. While he acknowledge the uncontested importance of gathering intelligence, what is happening now simply sets a new level of what it means to a sadist.

"Don't do it!" It was Hou Yi. Based on the teenager's distressful expression, he does not wish to be indirectly responsible for a person's death. But to the inquisitor, these two cultists only have themselves to blame for, joining a cult that measures a false perception of purity while destabilizing the Lower Ring. If the Bo brothers believe in this so much, then the face painted man is interested to see more, just how far can the younger brother endure without giving up his convictions to the master?

"Your brother will never betray you right? The inquisitor said to Bo Kang. "Here he is, choosing to save his own skin and the life of another teenager. Your life matters little to your brother, it means nothing."

Bo Kang winced, trying to not let those words get the best of him. The irony lies in just how fanatical his younger brother is.

The younger brother first apologized to the teenager. Without a second thought, the dagger is plunged into the other cultist's chest, ending him silently. At the end, the zealot's delusion knows no bound, adding another life to his senseless endeavor in gaining the Eternal Balance's favor. In Zhu Di's eyes, it is imperative to act with extra caution when dealing with these people. Unlike normal human beings, an acolyte is a drone, a puppet, but they are people whose minds are poisoned to the point of justifying even the most ludicrous act. How can they truly kill this cult if the idea is so infectious and deadly to the soul?

"I have done the deed," Bo Cai clenched the bloodied knife, dropping it to the ground. "Now let the pure young master Hou Yi go as you have promised villain!"

The inquisitor leaned down, eyeing him with a raised eyebrow. "I think you might have misunderstood, I have no intentions of freeing you or this young master here."

That sentence nearly broke Bo Cai, even the often similarly coldhearted Cowherder is also astonished by the inquisitor. How can someone so prominent in their order violated a promise. Or did he?

"When I told you to kill your brother, where was it mentioned the act will exchange for all your freedom?" the inquisitor harshly answered. "I was glamouring at your real color, a wild beast dressed in human clothing, willing to betray his own kin just for personal gains. This is what you are, a traitor to your own family. Now, you are the last one left."

Bo Cai trembled, almost couldn't breath when realizing the mistake. In the midst of impulse, all he thought about is protecting the pure bender before him. As a loyal servant to the Master and Eternal Balance, defending a pure bender with his life is considered a great deed in their glorious cause. But unnecessarily killing another righteous member is also a huge transgression!

"I suppose you can still protect this kid," the inquisitor smooth the blade with his other hand. "I have a proposal peon, tell me the location of where you local leader may appear, and this time I promise this boy will not be harmed. If you cooperate, you will be set free! Do not lie this time, I know someone like you are at the very least aware of that lecherous snake's physical appearance. A low ranking peon would never be tasked with so many activates that disturbs our harmony." This statement made Zhu Di and the other enforcers worried. While they are receptive to new information that may capture the highest profile cultist in the Lower Ring, doing so by releasing a dangerous fugitive is a huge breach of protocol!

Bo Cai struggled, now losing everything except his devotion to the master. Right next to him is the body of his own brother, who died needlessly. But grieving will be saved for later, a proud acolytes must prioritize serving the pure benders, even at his dying breathe. The inquisitor is not clueless either, Bo Cai must have some sort of information on the sect leader's whereabouts. Something behind the scene compelled this staunch interrogator to drive these culprits to no return. At the end, it broke Bo Cai's mental walls, leaving him with no choice but to reveal the sect leader's location.

"H-h-ho-"

"Yes, go on," encouraged the impatient inquisitor.

"Hong Xiuquan teahouse!" uttered the desperate Bo Cai.

Zhu Di and the other enforcers will never be able to forget that name. For years, they have been sweeping the massive Lower Ring just for the most powerful cultist in the city. While they have uncovered many smaller dens or satellite hideouts, there has never been a clue that is as precise as this one! But how can Bo Cai be so sure when so many prisoners in the past have failed or gave false information? From their knowledge, the cultists have a very decentralized structure in Ba Sing Se, which makes it near impossible to trace the sect leader unless they catch someone who have direct contact with him. Is Bo Cai telling the truth?

The inquisitor sighed lightly. "Are you sure? This whole time he has been hiding in there?"

"No," Bo Cai answered begrudgingly. "It is a temporarily meeting place. The sect leader contacted representative in different areas so we can gather in the teahouse to receive an important envoy from the master himself. Me and my brother have the honor of being chosen..."

The inquisitor turned to him, smiling a little bit. "Thank you, as your reward, I will honor my words. Hou Yi will be spared, and you will also be freed."

"I don't want to be free, I want to stay here with the young master, tending to his every ne-"

Right before the cultist can finish the sentence, the blade slashed across the throat, killing Bo Cai. The inquisitor cleaned his blade with a piece of cloth calmly, ignoring the shock from everyone else.

"Inquisitor, why did you-"

"Why did I fulfil my promise you ask?" the painted man stared at Zhu Di. "He is wanted fugitive who have confessed to murder. The motives, witnesses and tools to commit his crime are overwhelmingly against him." He came closer, whispering into the man's ear. "I freed his spirit from his body, all traitors deserve a fitting death like this one."

Zhu Di gulped his throat, trying to ignore the two dead cultists lying on the ground. "Then, should we keep monitoring Hou Yi? We can keep him here, and the other cultists will not know."

"No, I think I have a better idea."

Here comes the part that Zhu Di do not enjoy seeing. Hou Yi has been transferred to another secret cell. It looks just like any other room just to store prisoners, but this time, the youngster is tied to a chair. The head, arms and legs are tightly secured. Both Zhu Di and his partner guarded the young prisoner on both flank, listening to the new manager's order.

Meanwhile, the inquisitor himself chose to perform the next part of this controversial process. First, he bends small pieces of earth in circular motions around Hou Yi's head, encasing them into a ring that ties around the skull. It made the teen restless, grimacing in grave fear at the circular earth. Next, the inquisitor stood inside a metal ring, lighting a dim lantern that slowly traveled on a circular rail. All of this is confusing to the young and naive Hou Yi, but to Zhu Di, it's very not the first time they must resort to this questionable act.

"What are you all doing to me?" Hou Yi defied. "Let me go, I want to see my parents! You will never get away with this, my parents will rescue me!"

"Be at ease, you are safe now," said the inquisitor using a soothing tone, rather unexpected gesture considering how controlling he was. The lantern then ran a full circle, moving between the prisoner and the impeccable enforcer. For a single moment, the light brightly illuminated the face paint, almost inducing a bit of life into that grim looking expression. But that light also flashed fiercely into Hou Yi's eyes, too bright to see anything at all. But that soothing voice kept repeat the same line over and over again can feel relaxing for anyone. If a listener is not careful, they will give in to these voices, submitting into a reality with no worries or concerns, no pain or suffering, no anger or sadness. It is a true utopia, a paradise in a world that seeks to destroy you.

There is no war within the walls. Here we are safe. Here we are Free.