Spoilers for the Kyoshi novels and the comics up ahead.

If the capital city of Ba Sing Se serves as the pinnacle of Earth Kingdom's high culture, then the district of the Upper Ring would be the sharp tip that projects it to the world. As a political and spiritual center, social linguistics such as arts, poetry and writing are cultivated by some of the greatest minds. The pioneering of cultures can range from literacies and classic that echoed throughout history, all the way down to the simplest activities such as drinking tea.

In the latter case, it seems that even the most straightforward part of society can be further improved by one particular man. His love for tea itself may appear unimpressive at first, nothing more but a hobby. But those who have studied his ways would appreciate both the simple and sophisticated nature of his timeless wisdom. Mere words alone would not do enough justice to describe his profound outlook towards life.

His everlasting vestiges still exist across this world, and one of it became an integral part of Ba Sing Se and one factor that made the city so famous.

"Welcome to the Jasmine dragon," the two hostesses at the entrance greeted a customer walking through the double doored entrance. The whole point of coming here is to celebrate the successful completion of today's event. With the exception of a few minor disruptions, everyone who worked in catering performed their duty without much mishap. The waitresses and the chefs are all invited. Any tea they drank will all be covered by Grandma Jin herself.

Satchiko scanned the building in front of her. An exquisite and neatly tiled teahouse decorated with a beautiful patio outside. Behind her and in the middle of the patio is a rectangular fountain with a statue of an old man, presumably an important figure to this teahouse. According to Mayumi's employer, Jin, this teahouse is famous for its legendary brew. The shop was established before the end of the Hundred Years War, and the Jasmine dragon has never changed a single aspect of their tea recipe. The menu's design is still consistent. The standard of brewing time, leaves and method is strictly replicated to perfection, exactly how the original tea master would have preferred. To even suggest there are alternatives is to disrespect the man himself.

"Didn't you just have tea with Te Gaogui?" Satchiko said.

"And I am getting some more," Mayumi rubbed her stomach hungrily. "Sister, this building you are looking at isn't just any ordinary teashop. It is without doubt the best one in the world and a cultural heritage. They said that anyone who does not come here once cannot consider themselves true tea drinkers." Mayumi said it with absolute confidence. But that is the truth, no other competitors have managed to dethrone the original recipe pioneered by the Jasmine Dragon's brew master. But if the prerequisite of being a true tea drinker is to pilgrimage the Jasmine Dragon, then their father is excluded. "Inside there, you will find the best teas flavors in the world. Maybe not as good as the White Dragon bush tea, but still a great treat."

Her sister only drinks it for the sake of formalities, an act to commemorate special events and to put up a front to those pesky suitors. She doesn't understand why there is so much passion towards plants boiled in water. Perhaps her own father, who drinks tea every day, would be saddened that one of his own children do not cherish this part of their culture.

Satchiko narrowed her eyes, a little baffled. "Big sis, you just returned from a garden filled with tea plants!"

"But it's the way people here prepare it that differs," Mayumi countered, hoping to induce reason in their conversation and make Satchiko see things from her perspective. "Tea isn't just mere beverages, it is life and culture. I want to experience how they make the tea in the world's finest teashop. I'm sure you will too."

"You are sounding like dad," Satchiko remarked. Looking around the teashop, one substance did come up in her mind. It's not just tea, but also a powder used for flavoring snacks. "Do you think they have matcha tea in there?" Mayumi answered with a resounding 'yes'. The propagation of green tea has widely spread across the world wherever there is soil. But different people will always prepare it in their own customs. Before arriving on Kyoshi island, her father only tasted green tea boiled in water. But the matcha powdered drink produced in her village have a sweeter and grassy taste, which why the tea addict Hakaru would always be open to try.

Once they entered the building, they are met with a room that spared no expenses in decorations. The windows are built to allow natural light flowing into the dining room. Intricate yellow and green lanterns are found hanging from the ceiling. Side walls are filled with famed calligraphy of poetry and words of praise, possibly gifted by famous scholars who publicly acclaimed the Jasmine Dragon and its legendary founder.

They both stepped on a long rectangular carpet, stretching from the entrance until it touched the other side. Within the golden outliner, two golden creatures are depicted.

"Dragons," Mayumi commented using the knowledge from their father's book collection. Satchiko was unaware what these creatures are at first. After a brief explanation of sisterly knowledge, she learnt they are akin to Badgermoles. They are masters of Fire element. But unlike the terra beasts, the fire breathing creatures are much fewer in numbers due to the cruelty of humans. Although, she would not be open to meet one in flesh, one can only imagine how destructive an animal can be while wielding the same element that burn and consumes all in its path. She is afraid, along with many other things that plagued her mind.

Her attention shifted when she suddenly noticed the room are packed with customers gently enjoying their tea. They savored their warm brew quietly, with faces that displayed bliss, savoring the delicate moment of tea drinking. It is no wonder why it took longer to notice the customers, unlike the rowdy soldiers from Jin's eatery, who made their presence known the instant someone walked into the restaurant.

The brown tables here are almost brimmed to capacity, with dark robed workers bringing tea to each. It seems that whenever someone has emptied their cup, they just wanted more.

Satchiko watched closely as a woman nearby took a quiet but lengthy sip. The lady did not stop until there is nothing left and demanded a waitress nearby for more jasmine brew. In their faces, she can tell they have emotionally invested into this teahouse.

"All these people came here for tea, just tea." She couldn't locate other food. No snacks or deserts to accompany the drinks? Even her parents, whenever they have time to play Pai Sho together, would prefer to have some red beans paste to balance out the match tea's grassy flavor. Sometimes, eating something sweet may calm their stern mother, who have a boundless anger towards losing in anything. "Can't they just prepare the drink at home?"

Mayumi placed a hand on her shoulder, sighing. "Look sister, I know you are not a tea person, but please, at least try to enjoy it yourself. Look around you, this environment itself is a treat. These people are coming here to enjoy more than just tea. It's the moment of existence and bliss this teahouse can bring."

Satchiko can feel where her sister is coming from. There is no doubt that something is special about this place, the atmosphere, the subtleness as well as the humble aura this establishment emits despite being positioned on a very fancy street in Upper Ring. It all comes together in a perfect harmony, with everything balancing out everything.

"Trust me, when you tasted the tea brewed inside here, you would be transformed into a tea lover too. Just like father!" Mayumi said with interest, most likely drawing up an embellished image inside her head of Satchiko drinking tea in an elegant and ladylike manner. "Soon, you will never go a single day without having tea."

Satchiko looked at the calligraphy above the entrance, smiling at Mayumi in a smug manner. "Oh very?" she challenged playfully. "You mean becoming just like you, attending tea parties with the others back home. I know what you and the others are passionate about while drinking tea together, gossiping."

But to be fair, she herself isn't any better. There are many things both she and Kazuki secretly converse about their slightly older peers. To be even more ridiculous, she once almost got into a fight with her friend, simply because the latter DARE to suggest owning a kitten. In her own mind, cats are the embodiment of misfortune, even if her fellow villagers raise them to lure in good luck. Those fluffy and insidious fluffy creatures will deceive other with their outward cuteness. But deep down, she knew from personal experience that those little felines are just waiting to strike. The worst of all, they are competitors for Elephant Koi meat.

Mayumi grimaced at the suggestion. "That's not what I am-"

"It is better to go for three days without tea than one day without food." Satchiko finished, twisting the proverb much to her sister's dismay. "I would prefer not drinking tea than starving. But I will be trying to enjoy the drinks here, for your sake sister."

They walked across the carpet until they met up with Mayumi's fellow workers, noticing how the female waitresses are chatting, complaining how they cannot secure a single 'prince charming' on the event today. Perhaps Xiao Qing was right about them being mere clueless girls who poisoned themselves with a romanticized idea of love and affection.

"Grandma Jin, I don't understand!" One of Mayumi's workers cried, almost in a childish way. "What did I do wrong? I dressed myself in the best dress I have, brushing my hair just like how Upper Ring ladies would have done it, I even tried to act with elegance and grace, but why wasn't he charmed by my looks and behavior?" Despite the worker and employer relationship, Jin oftentimes acts more like a wise grandmother to her workers. With age comes with wisdom, well, same maybe goes true with advice on romance.

"Don't fret my child," Jin comforted, patting the worker's shoulder. "Love is a fickle and complicated thing. It's not something that can be understood in a day. Just remember, you don't have to go that one extra step in pretending someone you are not. Sometimes, you can just talk normally with that other person, and that is enough." She is obviously referring to how the young lady's decision to imitate a noblewoman have played against her. While imitation can be interpreted as the sincerest form of flattery, in some cases that is not true. A young girl living in the Lower Ring who tries to act like those from the Upper may appear disingenuous and uncanny, like an ugly duckling pretending to be an elegant eel swam.

The waitress heeded the advice and returned to drink more tea. The duo walked up to the table, congratulating Jin on the smooth catering operations.

"You have done well for a novice," the elder said with a bright expression, content with Mayumi's efforts. "Come, have some refreshments." She led them both to the counter where the current manager of the Jasmine Dragon is brewing various pots of tea. Throughout this moment, a small stone statue of what appears to be a monkey caught the attention of the Kyoshi warriors. Its bejeweled eyes and necklace of red ruby, paired with revealing teeth made it the only decoration that does not fit with the rest of the room, surprising how it is still here.

Satchiko turned her attention to the tea master, who is using a vast array of dried leaves and ingredients that is always available on the shelf, rigorously brewing and mixing palatable beverages. The middle-aged man is described to be an individual with little words, a master herbalist who isn't afraid to test the effects of both medical and poisonous plants on himself.

Immediately Satchiko noticed something unignorable. He has two small pointy bumps on his head, almost resembling horns. Knowing it would be disrespectful to ask, she refrain from burping words out without consideration. The only conclusion she can draw from is perhaps the Kamuy may have influenced his characteristics. According to stories, those translucent beings can have the ability to transform human parts. Maybe this is similar to Temujin's hand transformation as well?

"Master Shen Nong," Jin said in a friendly manner. "This is my newest employee, any tea she ordered, it's all on me."

"Well met," Shen Nong answered in a very deep voice. He didn't look up to them. For the brewer is too concentrated on making tea, dedicating every fiber of his attention to analyze every miniscule detail of the tea leaves, ensuring all ingredients are perfectly balanced and the flavor luscious.

Mayumi greeted the brewer politely with a bow. "Sir, may I please have a teapot of your finest Pu'er tea."

Without answering anything, Shen Nong immediately went into action. His slim yet lengthy hands dug themselves into a compartment on a shelf. He pulled out a small ball shaped object made entirely out of fermented tea leaves. Rinsing some of it after cutting it into pieces, he placed them into a beautiful porcelain teapot and heat it across a small fire.

Mayumi is mesmerized by the entire process. The Kyoshi warrior cannot help but pay attention to every movement performed by the renown herbalist. Unbeknownst to her, a good number of her fellow waitresses are secretly staring at Shan's paper umbrella, eyeing it with pure envy...

As the two sisters waited for the tea to be completed, Jin sparked a conversation about the Jasmine Dragon. She claimed how the first tea master was the uncle of a person she once dated in the Lower Ring. The uncle and nephew duo came to the city as refugees, the former obtained a celebrity status by brewing the best tea the citizens have tasted.

"It must be very romantic," Mayumi added after listening to the whole story. "It's unfortunate how you two never ended up together."

"It is," Jin lamented with a sigh. "But I do cherish the good memories, even if it's just for one day." She looked at Mayumi with a pair of sparkling eyes through the aged and foggy iris. "Time is a precious thing, young people like you should appreciate it." She then chuckled, returning back to the table with the other waitresses.

"I will Grandma Jin, I will." Mayumi reassured.

As if the brew master could not be more dedicated to his craft, he finished boiling the tea with exact precision and placed the teapot on a tray. After adding two more porcelain cups to it, he brought it to the table and poured some Pu'er tea for the two girls with brown hair.

The tea is no doubt exquisite, and a paramount staple to the world and especially to the Earth Kingdom culture. Mayumi picked up one cup with both hands, caringly held it next to her mouth. Satchiko waited as her sister stared at the dark reddish liquor, marveling at the raw and ripe appearance of the tea. The lack of cloudiness in the liquid meant it is a brew of high quality, and the tea leaves themselves are handpicked from the best plants. The older Kyoshi warrior slowly took a sip, closing her eyes as she redirected her other senses to her tastebuds. The aroma is multiple layered. One can described it as floral, grassy, fresh, herbal or fruity. Maybe, it's a combination of them all.

Mayumi paused her breathing, taking a moment to savor the tea's everlasting flavor. Satchiko cannot help but feel concerned, noticing she is in a trancelike state.

"Hey, hey big sis," Satchiko nudged Mayumi's shoulder, almost making her sister drop the cup.

"Hmm, oh!" Mayumi's eyes popped open. "Sorry, I was a bit carried away there." She then expressed her surprise and praise to Shen Nong, who managed to brew a tea that can rival might actually challenge the White Dragon bush. It is not every day they meet a world class teamaker, let alone the current curator of the world's best teahouse, the Jasmine Dragon. "The tea was refreshing, it also tastes a little bit like wine!"

"Of course, every ingredient here found their origins in the Six Great Tea Mountains of the Earth Kingdom," Shen Nong replied while disintegrating some ingredients into powder. It seems that for him, tea making takes a higher precedence than social interaction. Perhaps he is motivated to keep up and maintain the massive legacy of the shop. To be a curator of the Jasmine Dragon is to also carry the will to not fail the original owner's spirit.

Satchiko looked at the other cup with interest. She picked the porcelain up, smelling the liquid before taking a tiny sip. Her tongue licked the side of her lips and then uttered something she wished her tongue isn't so quick. "It tasted a little bitter."

The sound of powder grinding stopped immediately. Shen Nong slowly tilted his head at Satchiko, with a pair of unflinching eyes.

"Hey Shen Nong, would it be ok if you add a little sugar in this?" Satchiko requested. "It might taste better." Her fondness of sweet flavor would have cast horror into their tea loving dad. Whenever Akahana poured sugar into tea, it takes courage for their dad to not faint. Now that she thought about it, it might not have been wise to propose this ingredient to a tea master right now.

"Better?" Shen Nong said in a voice, discontent with Satchiko's critique. She noticed his expression darkened. "This recipe is the same one the first tea maker of this shop, and to me, tea itself is a gift, and medicine! Adding sugar will only destroy its natural healing properties and flavors, to even suggest that it can be improved is utter heresy."

Satchiko grimaced. Even though she doubts the validity of tea being a medicine, she knew she land herself in hot waters. Not wishing to anger the brew master, she quickly apologized and inquired for another option on the menu. She spotted a beverage that appears more appetizing for a youngster, much to Shen Nong's ire. It's a type of tea that is unconventional in its appearance, with many small black balls sitting at the bottom of the cup. Milk is also included, making the brew adapting a brownish color. But perhaps the most rule breaking of all is that the drink is cold...

"Here, youngster." Shen Nong muttered after making the tea. Instead of porcelain, Satchiko's menu order was placed in a glass cup along with a straw. As a staunch traditionalist, his eyes narrowed when the girl happily picked up the cup and poured it into her wide mouth, not even using the straw itself.

''Delicious!" Satchiko said as she swiped her mouth using the sleeves. The sugary tea itself induced more flavor into the chewy black balls in her mouth, making them essentially pearl sized snacks an accessory to the beverage. She thanked Shen Nong, and then turned to her sister. "Hey big sis, want to try it?"

"Thanks...but maybe another day. Is what you are drinking very tea?" Mayumi winched at the offer, a little horrified at the 'abomination' her sister is consuming. For the idea of such unconventional brew is too mentally taxing for the elder daughter of Hakaru, and their father would certainly disprove this treatment of tea leaves with sugar. But to Satchiko, she firmly believes that whoever invented this tasty drink is ahead of their time. It allows for those who are not used to raw grassy tea to experience a sweeter alternative.

"Ah, now here is someone who is more cultured. There is my favorite customer coming through the door." Shen Nong commented cautiously. He stroked his beard repeatedly as a figure occupied the double doorway. After being greeted by the two hostesses, the newcomer walked straight towards Shen Nong, ignoring the glancing eyes of customers. "So, have you found the blade you are after yet?" He added.

"The only thing that matters for now is that the crooked Han Fei haven't got it," the Judge of Honghai replied in a harrowing and life devoid voice. He walked pass the two Kyoshi warriors, ordering his own tea. "Bring my usual favorites, the pristine brew of your craft. Being me two cups of Xihulongjing, the Dragon Well Tea of the Western Lakes!" The general announced as if he wanted all to hear his order. As unnecessary as it may be, it did raise a few customer's heads following this almost unpredictable act. "And a Jasmine tea, thank you." The general added as he placed some coins on the counter.

Shen Nong began using light green leaves from the drawers. As the Judge waited, he turned to Satchiko, who is savoring the sugared beverage. After crossing his arms, appearing a little displeased by the sight. "While I do not question the infinite wisdom of the dragon who once governed this teahouse, it is still sad to see how certain traditions are...altered."

Satchiko sipped her drink, unsure how to truly answer this question. Traditions are important, assuming that they are good in nature. But methods to prepare tea is much more difficult to measure. Is it wrong to add new ingredients to an already acceptable beverage? What truly defines tradition? Did those said traditions also evolved from something else originally? The new will challenge the old, and sometimes outright replace or overshadow it.

"That is true," Mayumi answered first. "But sometimes, traditions should be reformed, pioneered, and even changed entirely if certain practices are backward or detrimental to people's lives."

The general nodded once, and Satchiko can tell that he does agree with her sister's argument. The trivial conversation ended when Shen Nong returned. The Western Dragon Well Tea brewed by the famed herbalists emitted a transparent light green color in correspondent to the leaves used.

After looking at it for a while, Satchiko remembered how similar this beverage appears for her. An important individual of her life has a strong penchant towards any leaves boiled in water. But he also has a favorite.

"It smells very good. Didn't dad have this kind of tea as well?" Satchiko asked. But the answer was obvious. Long ago, before their father became a local teacher, he worked under a villager named Eisai. The latter owned a small tea hut in the village, where tea ceremony is held. Despite how infrequent the folks required his rather niche service, the tea used to make matcha have to come from somewhere. To mitigate the cost of buying tea from traders, Eisai did grow green tea along with some rice. With their father's arrival, he did add some new tea plants. Thus, temporarily worked for the man. Out of all the tea, the Longjing would certainly be the most prestigious one.

The general held up one steaming cup with his left hand, pouring all content through the mouth gap of his mask, not even afraid that doing so might burn his throat. She seriously wonders if this general before them is a normal person.

"So, how does it taste like?" Satchiko asked out of curiosity. Now that she thought about it, she has not sat down with her father to drink tea, not even once. As insignificant as it may be, the thought of never doing something like that certainly troubles her. Even Mayumi probably know what Longjing tea tastes like.

"I can't very answer that," the Judge answered. "The last time I truly tasted Longjing...it's been a while."

This immediately made both Satchiko and Mayumi raised their eyebrows.

"Why not?" asked the latter. But the general only shook his helmet gently. He grabbed the other tea and walked towards outside, heading to the statue in the middle of the patio.

"Don't bother, young ones." Shen Nong muttered as he fanned the fires near a cauldron on the floor. "That man may be a war hero, but don't expect him to tell you everything. His secrets and past are like the great divide. We may never know who or what he is behind that mask of anger."

Satchiko leaned on the counter, spurred on by what the herbalist is implying.

"Please elaborate old master, do enlighten us." Mayumi's subtle use of silver tongue managed to persuade Shen Nong.

"I'm just an ordinary farmer," Shen Nong began." I plowed the fields, collect herbs and water the plants. Predictable actions that follow and adhere to the changing of the four seasons." He stopped fanning the fire. It is now large enough that bubbles are forming on the surface of cauldron water. "But war is different, it is messy and complicated, filled with unspeakable horrors and suffering." He then sighed. "I can tell that the Judge have been through many. But he can never get this far without showing us what he wanted others to see. He will keep us guessing, and so does all the enemies that are outside the grand bastions, and dare I say, inside the walls."

Satchiko used the straw to drink her sugary tea, didn't stop until the herbalist finished. She looked towards the entrance, where she saw the general himself arriving at the base of a statue.

"Don't mind him," Shen Nong said. "He is just paying respect to someone. Someone very prominent."

...

The Judge of Honghai walked out of the door and passed the two hostesses. He continued until arriving just at the base of the statue. Looking up and is greeted by the warm and friendly face of an old man, whose long pointy beard ever eludes those who try to comprehend his timeless wisdom.

"Hey, when is he coming?" a rich bystander asked. "You sure this street is where the Zhuangyuan would pass?"

"You concerns are unfounded," a scholar friend answered with a chuckle. "Besides, other people are here too, isn't it?"

The area around the teashop is very fancy, even measuring in the standards of Upper Ring affluence. Which is why the street just outside the Jasmine Dragon is just one of the many points for the Zhuangyuan's procession. It's a recurring tradition to present the Keju top graduate in a grand parade around the city, an honor only so few can ever enjoy. Although the Earth Kingdom are filled with tales of heroic generals and invincible folk heroes, the truth is much more complicated. While young men dreamt of glory and valor in fighting a war, the old would correct these unwise impulses, stating how imperative it is to prioritize education over the uncivilized, savage and barbarian. The philosophy of Rujia, which encourages peace and harmony, heavily frowns upon the idea of ruling with military might. Which is why first-born sons, the inheritors of their household, are encouraged to be scholars, spending their days studying while the spares in the family would serve in the military.

The Zhuangyuan represents the greatest height of this mentality in valuing education. A society that cherishes the educated will naturally shower gifted scholars with praises and gifts.

But what truly measures talent? What does it very mean to be wise when such things cannot be quantified? The title of Zhuangyuan represents the most talented and gifted scholars produced in the Earth Kingdom, but is there very nothing more the Zhuangyuan cannot learn and be enlightened from? A wise man once said, drawing wisdom from only one origin will attract rigidity. A Zhuangyuan may be a talented and wise figure comparable to the Earth Sages, but surely the ceiling of education is much higher than most would anticipate.

The Judge ignored the curious and anticipating bystanders who are eagerly waiting for Shan's procession. When no one is looking, he walked through the foundation water and placed the hot cup of Jasmine on the foot of the statue. The beverage produced a long string of steam, flowing near the statue's mouth and nose.

He did this unnecessary action as a sign of respect, and nothing more.

The statue is made of stone, but somehow, he felt its smile have curved a bit more. Perhaps it was his ludicrous imagination, a visual hallucination that compliments the fragmented state of his mind. Where the everchanging and uncertain perception of reality is as unstable as the moving water itself.

"They called me many names," the Judge of Honghai said to statue. "But none came close to your greatest." He breathed deeply, and then let it out. "I wonder, what is it like to step in your shoes, to weather the turbulent four seasons and still be at peace." He lowered his head in reverence, knowing that there is still much to learn from the man who stood as one of the most significant figures in history.

But at the same time, he felt it is impossible for himself to ever find 'peace'.

...

"Thank you, sir," Mayumi pulled out a few coins and put them on the counter. Despite Jin's generosity, the older sister still felt it would not be courteous in relying on others for trivial matters. Shen Nong granted Mayumi's wishes. Because to him, it very does not make any difference. "Let's go sit somewhere near that window."

Satchiko looked at the group tables occupied by Jin and her restaurant staff. It's a miracle how they even managed to secure seats, as there are now none left. Looking at the window area near the entrance, she did spot the round table where her sister pointed at. It has a very clear view of the streets outside, but it was half occupied.

"There are some people there, can't we request two more chairs to sit next to Jin?" Her advice was left unanswered when Mayumi strolled straight towards that table with a tray of Pu'er tea. Not wishing to contend, she followed suite, bringing her own beverage towards front end of the teashop.

The customers of the Jasmine Dragon can range from many demographics. But the most obvious prerequisite is whether or not they love tea. No matter how rich or how poor, you can always discover cultured men or women who enjoy the delicate taste of hot leaf juice. Before them are some rather interesting individuals. Four of them appears to be just regular lawmen in uniform, three middle-aged men who are probably at the peak of their career and a young and promising recruit. But the fifth person on that table dressed a bit more formal, albeit deplorable when compared to the regular Upper Ring citizen's mix of gold and jade color. He wore a brownish changshan robe, a color often associated with the Lower Ring. His handsome face has a problematic feature, a latching facial scar on the side flesh, an indication of a past accident.

All of them appeared to be enjoying various tea placed in the center of the table, with the young man in changshan entertaining the rest with stories and poems. It appears that he is somewhat educated, able to dispense some entertaining social commentary, something only scholarly members of society can perform.

One of the lawmen laughed at a joke made by the young man, he banged the table repeatedly and guffawed, drawing annoyed glances from other customers. They stopped temporarily when Mayumi came near, causing the young scholarly person to drop his socialization.

"My apologies everyone," Mayumi said in a soft and gentle tone. "Would it perhaps inconvenient you all if me and my sister also sit here? The other tables are already full."

"It's fine, please, have the chairs." The gentleman in brown changshan responded courteously. He is very friendly and wore the usual queue hairstyle. But what is peculiar is that the ponytail is much shorter than what usual young adults have. The queue hairstyle of Ba Sing Se's men involves them cleanly shaving the front part of their head and growing their ponytails long. For the young and naive Kyoshi warrior, such customs are most likely the result of a special rule or tradition. For example, topknots are not cut. Almost all men living in the Earth Kingdom and Fire Nation prefers to retain their hair. Although people in Kyoshi island don't adhere to this way of life, for some reason her own father have rather short dark hair. Perhaps one day she must inquire more about this custom.

Satchiko thought it would take a bit more to convince these people to share their seats. Luckily, no one complained. The adolescent who was reading poetry to the lawmen even placed down his bamboo scroll and pulled out two chairs, allowing both her and Mayumi to sit down. He then greeted them with a bow, introducing himself. "Hi, my name is Zhu Di, nice to meet you both strangers. Don't mind us, we were simply talking about trivial subjects."

Mayumi smiled warmly, placing her tray on the table and bowed too. "My name is Takeko, and this is my little sister, Yuko." Her sister lied straight through her teeth, hiding any remorse with the beautiful and innocent face of a plain restaurant waitress. They want to minimize their presence in the city, and so Mayumi's choice of inventing new names is an obvious hint for Satchiko to play along as well. "Sister, show some manners."

"Uh yes big sis, sorry!" Satchiko tried her best to not call Mayumi by her real name, something that is more difficult than anticipated. She bowed and greeted all five customers. "Hi my name is...Y-Yuko." She is glad Mayumi gave her a very easy alias. Anything more drastic in the field of acting may be beyond her capacity.

Both Takeko and Yuko took their seat on the table.

"So, where was I?" Zhu Di asked. He picks up his bamboo scroll, examining the calligraphy. "Ah yes, the poetry about the saga of a once glorious Earth Kingdom dynasty but have fallen into disgrace following a series of mishaps and tragedy. They say that the Mandate of the Spirits pass from one royal lineage from another, but no line can keep it forever. The Earth King of that time allowed the nation to bathe in riches and wealth beyond our wildest imagination, building giant treasure fleets, giant ships that sailed around the world to find exotic goods and most importantly prestige. But that Earth Kingdom clan that once ruled over this great continent have been reduced to mere commoners, enduring poverty and humiliation. To this day, its descendants still live in the city, but as mere servants only. Without titles or any worth, each generation are forced to accept their tattered state, knowing there is nothing they can do to revive their glorious past." He continued to recite some haiku, even sighing sadly in response to the poetry's content.

The lawmen listened intently, enjoying every moment while savoring their warn tea. Slowly, his words became part of the background murmuring. But that didn't stop both Kyoshi warriors to enjoy this intriguing story telling. The world is such a vast place, much of its history are still unknown to them.

Mayumi drank her tea, occasionally switching her attention to the poetry and looking at the street outside. She would even whisper to one of the lawmen nearby, seemingly wanting to confirm something.

"T-Ta-ke-k-ko," Satchiko pronounced with difficultly. "Why are there now more people standing around the street?" She knew something must be happening to incur the interest of the people.

Before Mayumi answered, Zhu Di helped himself first with this inquiry. "The everyday citizens of Ba Sing Se are there to witness the public procession for Shan." He immediately noticed the girl's perplexed expression. Without context, this conversation is progressing slow.

"Why?" Satchiko asked while sipping sweet tea.

The scholarly man scratched his head, perhaps trying to explain things in simpler details. He placed the right hand on his chin, the other holding the bamboo scroll while putting it behind the back. Mayumi waited patiently for Zhu Di to finish pondering. And like a wise teacher lecturing a student, he explained the reasoning behind the pending event of the city.

"Studying is like a rowing stream, no advance is to drop back." Zhu Di said to the young Kyoshi warrior. "There is an old Earth Kingdom proverb. A book is like a garden carried in a pocket, and that garden holds a house of gold. In society, we praise those who have worked hard to get to where they are today. This procession accomplishes two things. First, it shows the citizens who he is. Secondly, it allows Shan himself to reap a special reward, a destiny just for his taking after all those years of cultivating knowledge." Zhu Di went to the window, staring at the gathering bystanders waiting for Shan. "The title of Zhuangyuan is the dream of any scholar. If he is part of the few individuals who is at the top in the world of studying, we should naturally treat him as so."

"What about you?" Satchiko asked without hesitation. "Did you take the exam before?"

Zhu Di appeared uncomfortable. Rubbing his elbow to sooth an obvious anxiety "I did...of course I didn't perform as well as Shan himself."

One of the lawmen sitting nearby laughed. "Don't be so humble Zhu Di, don't forget, you received seventh place despite being just a teenager! That's impressive itself. Shan may be the Zhuanyuan, but you did pass the exam as a juvenile."

The young adult looked flattered. But Mayumi reacted with even more brightened expression, akin to someone who have found a golden opportunity. "Impressive, you were a Keju participant," her words made Zhu Di winch. "I don't suppose you are interested in tutoring a student, to pass on your accumulated wisdom and knowledge?"

Zhu Di looked at the sisters with confused eyes. He bowed, humbly expressing he does not have the capability to teach.

"You are well versed in poetry and a graduate of the Keju. You should take a student!" Mayumi tried to reason with him, hoping he can be the one to teach her sister Earth Bending.

"No!" Zhu Di insisted. "As much as I would love to pass on my knowledge to a willing student, I am afraid my knowledge on Earth Kingdom literature classics and annuals are...rather surface level."

"But you did pass the exam," Mayumi countered. All those who can graduate from the world's hardest exam are intellectual heavyweights, the cream of all scholars. She did not believe a word from Zhu Di when he said he is not capable to teach "You must be an official who works in the bureaucracy. Is it because you are simply too busy? What work you do?"

Satchiko did not spoke a word during this exchange. Frankly, Mayumi is the one charge. Whether or not they can find an Earth Bending teacher all depends on the decisions made by the older sibling. Now that she thought about it, Mayumi never had this much power when they were back on the island.

"Indeed, young master Zhu Di works in bureaucracy," the oldest lawman in the table commented as he sipped some tea. "A hardworking young man for the city, just like all his forefathers."

"I am humbled by your praises," Zhu Di placed his palm to cover his fist, bowing to the older man. Despite the apparent societal differences between them both, Zhu Di elevated the older lawmen as his senior. "However, my current circumstances do not allow me to teach."

The concept of teaching a student has long taken root in the world of education. When a student becomes the master, naturally they will pass on what they have learnt to another person, fulfilling a cycle akin to the four seasons.

"Are you a bender?" Satchiko wondered. She noticed Zhu Di, looking around the room in an uncomfortable manner.

"Oh, he is an Earth bender alright. In fact, he is one of the best!" the youngest lawman blurted. This widened Mayumi's eyes immediately, did her sister just coincidentally found an excellent teacher?" Trust me, he is a master and ca-" He was slapped in the head by his superior, and immediately stopped speaking.

This obvious act did not go unnoticed. Satchiko can only speculate what happened here. To her, the city of Ba Sing Se always carried a rather interesting quirk. Citizens are not always the most open with their conversations. Sometimes, they just stopped halfway in their sentences and pretend nothing happened.

"Is... everything ok?" Mayumi asked. Zhu Di and other Lawmen looked silent.

"Nothing...it's fine." Zhu Di said in low volume. His mood seemed to become more somber by the mention of his bending. Just then, they all heard something approaching the entrance from the outside. It sounded heavy, like some sort of animal pounding the pavement with its hooves.

Satchiko believed it's some sort of mainland livestock, as evident to the ringing noise of a metal bell. She stood up, marched to the window and peered through towards the patio outside. The Judge of Honghai is glamouring at a statue, but it's the existence of another creature that drew her attention. A being with two large curving horns and darkish short fur was tied to a stone pole.

"What is that thing? A Kamuy?" Satchiko asked. A little nervous about the unknown being. "What creature is that?"

Obviously, the world is a vast place with countless creatures. The existence of badgermole, a being that can bend earth, was quite the surprise for her unsophisticated mind. For ordinary Yokoyans living on Kyoshi island, the only animals they ever saw are fishes in the waters, the birds on trees and occasionally some small critters that creeps in the bushes. Well, most animals ended up their stomach anyway. The very few farmers who utilize the scarce lands only engage in small scale cultivation of rice and sugarcanes, as well as even fewer plants and vegetables sold in the village square. But if you ask a villager about livestock, not one will say they own one.

"Some sort of beast of labor I think, definitely not a spirit," Mayumi joined her sister after no one near the table spoke. The older sister is just as confused as what that animal is, despite having some sort of understanding through Hakaru's journals. "It looks to be an animal used to plow the fields, to lessen the work of the farmer. But I thought they have an animal named moo-sow for that."

Satchiko glanced at Mayumi with a perplexing expression. "Animals can help you farm?"

The two hostesses greeted a newcomer through the doors. It was a young adult of similar age as Zhu Di, but his appearance alone has an immediate effect upon the lawmen. They all lowered their heads, refusing to meet him eye to eye.

"Why am I not surprised that you are here?" The newcomer spoke. He looked at Zhu Di with an eye of piercing judgement, making the latter nervous and staring at the ground.

Satchiko examined him. To her, it's strange how Zhu Di and the lawmen cowered and frightened by this stranger, who is presumably the animal's owner. He wore a farming straw hat and an unimpressive garb alone with the usual queue hairstyle. Most likely a resident from the agrarian zone, he even got a single piece of wheat straw sticking out of his mouth. By logic, Zhu Di and the lawmen have no reason to be intimidated. As scholars and lawmen are clearly above regular farmers in terms of social status here.

"It's just a small gathering, Cowherder," Zhu Di explained in a tone that emitted insecurity. "I am simply accepting the invitation of our esteemed officers. I assure you, our visit to the Jasmine Dragon will not hinder anything we are doing so far." His words were affirmed by the oldest lawman, who nodded, but still wouldn't dare to utter any words.

The farmer named Cowherd did not appear appeased by Zhu Di's plea. He walked closer to the table, until he noticed Mayumi near the window, shifted back to Zhu Di with a critical gaze. "Hmph! I see that you have found yourself a new replacement. Very disappointing!"

Zhu Di shook his head, disapproving the cowherder's assumptions. It is an impossible sight for a scholar to appear subservient to a farmer. "It's not what you think, she is just a stranger, a fellow customer of this magnificent teashop."

Cowherd looked at Mayumi, who in return stared at him back with equally stern demeanor.

"Hmph, you may look like look like normal a waitress, but you don't act like one," Zhu Di commented on Mayumi's less than fashionable dress and apron.

"And you certainly don't act like a normal cowherder, Cowherder." Mayumi quickly retorted. "Besides, who in the world is gullible enough to use their own profession as their name?"

To Satchiko, seeing her sister in a setting where fighting is not allowed can be an eye-opening lesson. Usually, they would attack enemies or bandits with their marital arts as well as intimidating them with weapons. But in Ba Sing Se, they are forced to play by different rules. The 'enemies' are no longer bandits carrying murderous weapons and killing intent. They are everyday folks who played the game differently, thankfully no lives are at stake here. She can definitely learn a few techniques from her sharp-tongued sister in the arts of handling disagreeable folks.

Cowherder appeared a little irritated by how a mere waitress dare stood up to him.

"If I were you, I would think twice before speaking," Cowherder warned. "To even fathom the...wait, what is that you are holding?" He demanded Mayumi to show him an object strapped to the side of her kimono. It is Shan's umbrella. Even in its closed state, the parasol still incited the attention of this sternly young man. There were signs of slight faltering in his sternly speech, clearly a little afraid of what he is seeing.

"What I have in my possession would be none of your concern," Mayumi ignored his request.

Satchiko noticed her sister's hands slowly reaching for a hidden pocket on her dress. She thought a fight would never break out in the Upper Ring, but under no circumstances would she not back up her elder. Her own single metal fan is also hidden, ready to be used. But it would have been better if she had retained both.

Cowherder backed down but maintained his demeaning expression towards everyone. Zhu Di quickly intervened, using himself to block off his 'friend' from Mayumi. "A thousand apologies, he is my companion, please, no need for any confrontation." He quickly looked at the umbrella, also appearing rather nervous by the sight of it. "None of us knew you were an acquaintance of Shan." He bowed, placing his palm and fist together in the usual hand gesture.

Just like what happened back in the Royal Palace, Shan's umbrella has exercised its mysterious usage. In a weird and unproven way, wielding it caters the feeling of both power and privilege. Without understanding more on why this is even possible, perhaps they must learn more about the Zhuangyuan himself.

The cowherder scoffed. "Can't believe the esteemed Zhuangyuan is becoming just like you Zhu Di!" He muttered to scholar, who for some reason reacted with more guilt written on his face.

"Don't jump to any conclusions," Mayumi warned.

The following event concluded with Cowherd hustling the scholar-like Zhu Di out of the teashop's door, refusing to entertain the Kyoshi warriors and lawmen any further. The reasons were vague, something about a trouble making teenager in need of discipline, and that Cowherd requires Zhu Di's special skills to correct such behavior.

When they finally left, all the lawmen dropped their tense attitude. They breathed a sigh of relief, like small critters hiding underneath a log and barely avoided a dangerous beast.

"T-thank goodness he is gone!" said one of the customers. The lawmen pulled out a piece of cloth and wiped away the sweat on his forehead. Just as he thought it was all over, Mayumi asked him a question.

"Who was that person that took away Zhu Di?" It was plain and simple, leaving no room for interpretation. Satchiko can tell their expressions darkened by the suggestion. None dare to answer. It's rather surprising. To her, it seems that every town they went through, from the state of Yi to the town of Shang, all the guards mistreat peasants like breathing air. Yet somehow these Chengguan officers, who are armed with broad swords, are somehow afraid of a mere cowherder.

"He was just a young cowherder, a friend of young master Zhu Di," the oldest lawman in the group insisted. Although, no one felt convinced by his statement.

The animal outside is also being leashed away by the so called cowherder. Satchiko and Mayumi stood at the window and watched as both young men outside retreated from the perimeter. "A cowherder in the Upper Ring of all places?" Mayumi looked at the customers with suspicion. "Named after his profession as well, very interesting indeed."

The lawmen lowered their heads. All of them went back as though nothing has happened, sipping their tea. Satchiko sat back down, but after noticing her sister is still glued to the street outside, she got a bit curious.

...

The sound of ranging trumpets and the pleasant tune of flutes is loud enough that almost all occupants of the Jasmine Dragon decided to flow out of the doors. Most walked across the front courtyard, using the elevated height of the patio to overlook the other crowds.

Mayumi assisted the elderly Jin as the latter slowly made her way to the front, awaiting the Zhuangyuan's arrival. Meanwhile, Satchiko walked near the Judge of Honghai, who has been standing under the statue for roughly ten minutes.

"Aren't you going to watch the Zhuangyuan's coming through the street?" she asked.

"Why should I glamour at someone who still have much to learn?" the Judge responded. "You go first, I will join a little later."

Walking right up right next to him, she observed the statue. The tea laid next to it have already evaporated. "Who's this?" The stone statue depicts an old man with long sharp beard. She cannot explain it, but his warm and friendly smile induced a certain peace within her heart.

"An old and wise man who loves tea," the general replied. He eyed the empty jasmine teacup, refusing to break eye contact. "I am here to honor this esteemed figure who have long passed from this world. Do the famed warriors of Kyoshi perform similar formalities to honor your Avatar?"

She is grateful that no one can hear them converse. Mayumi and the others are too busy, huddling near the street just out of earshot.

"We do, to a certain extent." Frankly, she isn't too knowledgeable on the spiritual side of being a Kyoshi warrior. Although excellent in the way of fans, certain traditions such as performing rituals and meditation are just as foreign to the young girl as the Kheshig's belief in the 'Eternal Sky' deity. Occasionally, she did saw the older generation of her order performing meditation as part of combat training, to become intoned with the environment and harness a better reactivity.

"Food and drinks offered to the statues?" the Judged asked.

Avatar Kyoshi is the most important figure in her people, a paragon to their values and way of life. She even aspire to be more like the founder, defending the weak and protect the island from external threat. Naturally, there will be traditions made to honor her and the memories.

"Well, maybe sometimes." Satchiko reluctantly answered. "Nothing too lavish, just some rice cakes and sake wine for her. The spirit of Kyoshi watches over us. Occasionally, we even throw beans on the ground to scare away the evil Kamuy."

"Scare the evil Ka-m-uy, with beans, hmm," the Judge pronounced with slight difficulty, clasping his chin. The language is similar enough for the mainland general to understand, although he must be baffled by this strange thought of thinking. "You meant evil spirits? Your people believe throwing mere beans on the ground will drive them away?"

Satchiko reluctantly nodded, but this made the Judge lowered his shoulders, she knew something inside him does not necessarily agree with this peculiar practice.

"It is strange, isn't it? We sometimes use food as offerings, believing that somehow we can appease the spirits and gain their favor." She can hear the Judge chuckle a bit before continuing. To her, there is nothing amusing about this. "There was an ancient legend about an Earth Spirit, who carved the Great Divide because locals would not offer food as sacrifice. Tudigong, I think that was the spirit's name. He was a deity that looked like an old man, a bringer of fortune if you offer food to it. I guess no one question the fact that those food used as an offering is still there until the wild birds gobbled them up. At the very least, those who offered the sacrifice are using food, and not actual humans. Hmm." He brushed his nonexistent beard, touching his metal chin. "I do want to apologize if I offend you in anyway. Mind if I ask, do your people...worship your Avatar?"

"Worship? Well, it's hard to answer, it depends on what you meant." Satchiko lamented. She knew she cannot represent every single Kyoshi warrior living on the island. People in her village of course see their founder as a key role model in their lives. While everyone in town admires their founder, obviously not everyone is the same. Offering food to an immortalized figure can come from different reasons, whether if it's just an etiquette to honor a person or out of religious devotion, there are many people who do it for different causes.

To herself, Mayumi, Kazuki, Orihime and every child in her village, Kyoshi is someone they can learn and drew inspiration from. Akahana retold tales and stories about the Avatar's heroic deeds, until they both fall asleep at night. She wanted to be a warrior and devotee to Kyoshi, to carrying out justice and protect all she ever loved. But the same may not necessarily true for the two other main villages. Based on the Ebisu's testimony, one of the villages gave rise to Kyoshi Warriors more spiritually intoned. The seasoned fisherman called them 'Shrine Maidens'. Their trainings, while difficult, incorporated more rituals and meditation. She is never well versed in 'spirituality', at least those said women are on her side, even if she didn't catch a glimpse of them or confirmed their existence. She is definitely certain that Mayumi's old friend, Sakurai, is not one of them.

"I always find devotees to Avatars to be...interesting," the Judge remarked.

"How so?" Satchiko asked. Judging by his tone, she assumed that he is not an 'Avatar devotee'. However, he did repeatedly say the name 'Lady Tienhai', who is held at a very high regard by the general.

"Simple, throughout the ages, Avatars have always been revered figures prayed by the people. Avatar Yang Chen was a nun from the Western Air Temples, and she was beloved endlessly in the Earth Kingdom despite hailing from a different culture. She is an important holy figure, here we pray to her for safety and protection. She alone ensured the pirates would not raid the southern coasts and brought a prolonged peace in the world. I would probably still be a full-time artist if Yang Chen is around. Anyway, her compassion and kindness know no bound, even going as far as fighting against the actual General Old Iron. To say that he is a powerful spirit would be an understatement, and I am of course unworthy to be called such a name." The Judge of Honghai praised Yang Chen's lifetime achievements, citing her benevolence and proactiveness to vanquish any conflict she can see. For the general to elevate an air-bending nun to such a high degree, Satchiko cannot help but be interested to learn more about Avatar Yang Chen. But what he said next was not so pleasant. It made her question his true convictions towards the figures who wield four elements. "Her actions definitely benefited the humans, defending them against the spirits in almost every conflict. But anyone with a clear view of the whole story would understand that by always protecting humanity and it inherit greed, it will cause you to lose something, it's called the mandate. The spirits, or K-amu-y in your people's tongue, always lose their home and land to human's insatiable urge to take from what is not theirs. Remember this Kyoshi warrior, all broken promises and violations inflicted upon the spirts by humanity will always fester into future disasters. Yang Chen's inability to forge everlasting peace between the humans and the spirts cultivated into the ever abundance of evil spirits in her successor's era. The failure to act as a competent bridge and medium between the two forces will destroy the harmony and ruin the lives of countless. Remember this young one. Balance between the two forces must be maintained no matter the cause, and sometimes, that meant understanding both sides and refrain from acting with childish thinking. Refrain from impulses, but act swiftly when needed."

She heeded his advice. Spirts and humans should respect one another. But there is one detail she cannot help but dwell on. "The Kamuy, are they...are they actually real?" she cannot help but ask. This may be a stupid question, but in all her life, she has only been told they exist while never saw one in flesh.

The Ba Sing Se general inhaled deeply and let it out. "In some parts of the world, the spirits are too real. So real are in fact that the conflict between humans and spirits have undone every progress made by past Avatars. In the South Pole, the situation is especially...concerning. I can only hope that the commander who is tasked to handle the situation may devise a cunning solution. But knowing her, I doubt she would tolerate any compromises that may disadvantage the entire Southern Water Tribe."

So much information about the world have been poured on her head like a water bucket. Kyoshi island is rather close to the South Pole, yet she didn't even get a wisp about some sort of conflict there. She is grateful that they are in Ba Sing Se, far away from where this alleged 'conflict' might take place.

"So, do you very believe in Kyoshi?" the general asked. "You are still an Avatar devotee, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am," Satchiko responded with resolute. "I am a Kyoshi warrior, I live to abide by what our Avatar stood for."

"To me, Avatars are just humans, people who are randomly chosen to bend four elements and wield the Avatar state. Then because of this fact, we for some reason must let them bear the weight of the world on their shoulders and hope that they do a good job, allowing them the mandate to do whatever they please based on their own morals and experiences. I am by no means implying that it is necessary bad, but sometimes, if not most cases, Avatars always failed us in one way or another. It is funny how you Avatar devotees never consider this, did Avatars wanted the common people to worship them? Even if they do want our devotion, I don't think their human flaws are worthy enough. Did the Avatar killer wanted to be deified and act as an idol to soldiers throughout this war-torn continent? I allowed my soldiers to worship the statue of the Avatar killer because it gave them morale, inspiring them to believe in overcoming the impossible. Of course, when such belief is applied by daofei low lives with morality below animals, naturally we cannot forgive them. Naturally...I won't spare them."

"I... well," she does not know how to approach this test. No Avatars would be petty enough to demand the worship from future generations. Anyone gifted with bending four elements would be too busying saving the world and ensuring its peace and balance. "I do believe we should be honoring an Avatar's memory and achievements. Even if they made mistakes, there are still many great lessons to learn from their life experiences. I think our devotion to Avatars should be done so that it can benefits others around us."

The general did not respond at first. But he did eventually nod very slowly. "Your answer did not feel satisfactory, but it is good enough for a youngster. To me, I only believe that we should do things based of pragmatism and not superstitions. Acting with rationality would certainly be instrumental when dealing with the glorification of spirits and mere humans."

"What about Lady Tienhai?" Satchiko asked him.

"The great benevolent spirit was once a deity worshipped in the Western Earth Kingdom," the Judge said. "Legends said, despite the human's transgression and exploitations of her own turf, she tolerated their existence, even severing her friendship with her guardian spirit, General Old Iron." He sighed, looking at a single bird flying aimlessly around the clear blue sky. "To us humans, we remembered her fondly. Despite the destruction of her physical form due to human action, she still believed there is hope between humanity and the spirits."

They both made their way towards the streets. To her, it is extremely difficult to still believe in the good within someone if they have wronged you before. But based on this conversation, she can tell the spirit named Lady Tienhai truly still harbor hope in humans to make peace with the spirits. "Do you very believe in her belief that humans and spirits can be at peace?"

The Judge of Honghai suddenly stopped in his path, looking at the sun in the sky. "That question cannot be easily answer in the short amount of time we have," he said as the sound of musicians gets louder. "Sometimes I wish I was not even born as a human, or better, I wish I wasn't even born into this world." He placed his left hand onto his chest, right where his heart is at. Satchiko only silently listened to this ambiguous answer as they assimilated into the crowd.

...

If one were to ask an educated person in Ba Sing Se what their greatest dream would be, they would most likely answer that they want to be the highest scorer on the Keju exam and earn the title of Zhuangyuan. To say that education is highly valued would be a huge understatement. Whoever succeeds in this system will also be respected as such.

Mayumi looked around, noticing her sister and the general walking up to them. But before she can ask Satchiko why she wasn't near by her side, a disturbance interrupted it.

"Look, there he is!" one of Jin's waitresses exclaimed in delight. Some even gleamed at the arrival. People all around them turned their heads towards the left. There, finally the Zhuangyuan's procession have made a turn into this street. One can only imagine what it feels like to be inside Shan's shoes right now, being the very man publicly exalted by the whole city. All of this glamour, just because of his success on the Keju exam.

The people of Ba Sing Se have a strong sense of education. Each day, children would study for hours, believing enough hard work in memorizing texts and philosophical classics will help them alleviate poverty and attain prestige and wealth. Standing at the very top of this notion would those who have received the title of Zhuangyuan, a reward that even members of the most elite households have trouble getting. Yet this year, an already talented and respected scholar have stolen the title from the esteemed Lady Te.

Most bystanders felt they are witnessing a part of history rolling right before their eyes. Countless flag bearers and musician guarded the front, holding rectangular banners of Ba Sing Se. The procession is accompanied by mounted escorts as well as ceremonial carriages. Of course, the centerpiece of it all is the Zhuangyuan himself, the scholar named Shan.

Music played loud and joyfully. The graduate is still donned in his intricate government official wear, riding on top of a sorrel ostrich horse while an umbrella bearer walks along with him. The people gathered on both sides of the road to watch and sigh. Some of the more ordinary men and women from the Lower Ring reacted with excitement, humbling themselves by prostrating in the dust stirred up by the carriage and the horses.

"Watch, for this is the elation for a scholar when his ambitions are fulfilled," the general remarked. "People bowing and cheering, while you are paraded around like a nobleman."

Mayumi can tell. Such a grand procession for the Zhuangyuan spared no expenses. It's almost like a small cultural festival, but even more grandeur than her island's annual celebration of Kyoshi day. She thought about what Te Gaogui said to her, about how much influence or power the Zhuangyuan supposedly can wield once they become a high-ranking government official. Anyone who attained the rank as the highest Keju scorer will have a wealthy and successful life in the Upper Ring, and mostly importantly, the potential to shape certain policies with the other warring states.

She looked at the expression of Shan, something doesn't fit the festive mood on this street. She turned to the general. "While this procession is meant to reward the Zhuangyuan for his educational prowess, I do have one question, and I hope that you may enlighten a clueless waitress, esteemed general."

"Go on," the Judge permitted. Mayumi hope Satchiko doesn't feel excluded from this conversation. But seeing her short and petite sister trying to get a better vantage point makes this the opportune time to gather more intel on Shan.

"I see a scholar who has achieved greatest, but if being the Zhuangyuan truly is the greatest honor one can attain in the world of education, why does Shan not proceed with this event fill with joy?" To her, right now the happiest person is supposed to be the Zhuangyuan. Yet there is not even the tiniest smile on the young scholar's face, which is shrouded in the shadow of the umbrella. He simply faced forwards with a neutral demeanor, not even reacting to the cheerful praises of his admirers.

"There is no ceiling to greatness and ambition," the calculating general replied. "Prestigious titles are mere names, what truly satisfies a person's fulfillment is purely subjective, and is determined by the person itself. Many people have simple and minor goals, while some have elaborated and grandeur visions. A person's ambition is set by the one who wants to attain it, we can only guess what it is from here."

Satchiko meanwhile is trying her best to climb onto a small hut's roof, situated on the side of the patio. Because of her shorter height, the taller bystander at the front hinders her view. She stepped on the clay tiles, pretending to almost lose balance to further her disguise as regular student.

From here, Mayumi knew it must be the first time her sister partakes in a street parade. She herself only been to one many years ago in Chin village, which unfortunately are filled with an unhealthy number of embellishments. She then looked at the umbrella strapped to her waist. It is more of a hinderance than a gift. The sooner she returned it back to the owner, the better it is.

...

The blazing sun is shining bright at high noon. With no clouds in the sky, she felt the Upper Ring is certainly even more beautiful than the Middle district. Everywhere she looked are residential compounds with golden or orange rooftiles, the luxury for the elite families as well as to demonstrate the wealth and power of those who reside here.

The Zhuangyuan's procession around the whole city should have been finished by now. Mayumi strolled through the serene and delicate streets of the Upper Ring peacefully, knowing well that her own sister has returned with the rest of the class. But her heart still cannot rest yet. After the entire debacle with the governor from the state of Yi, the idea of their wanted posters all around the Earth Kingdom unsettled her deeply. She doesn't know what agreements Ba Sing Se have with all the other states, but there is no guarantee that they are safe here even if her sister is an exchange student. Before the start of this journey, she knew there will be many challenges. But anticipate that as only thought they are inside the city, mostly due to what her mother said before their depart from home.

While she believes, and to a great extent, encourage her sister's bravery and sense of justice, there is no doubt that inaction against the Yi governor could have saved them plenty of troubles and worries. It is also quite unexpected that the governor would be petty enough to criminalize them and going to great lengths as well. For now, the best course of action would be to minimize the number of people who truly knows their identity. If anyone who is desperately in need of money discovers them, they will most likely notify the local guards.

After some thinking in her mind, she concluded a few individuals who knows their identity.

First there is Hudie, a random student from Eastern Earth Kingdom. She shouldn't pose too much a threat, considering there is no animosity. In her mind, a girl from a secluded tribe of Miao people shouldn't be too keen in the idea of betraying their friends.

Second there is Xuan Zang, or Master Lee for simple. He is an 'old friend' to her parents and Master Tenzin. According to her father's journals, there was a historical event before her birth known as the 'Harmonic Convergence'. Many non-benders around the Earth Kingdom mainland received air-bending seemingly out of nowhere. Hence, changing the lives of many people on the continent. Although countless rejected the lifestyle of a monk, there are still those willingly be part of Tenzin's moment in reviving the Air Nomads. If true, she is absolutely certain that Xuan Zang will not betray the children of his friends for materialistic gains. He will not act without proper evidence. If it wasn't for his identity as a peaceful monk, she would have been much more alert due his position as a university director.

Third is the esteemed heir of the Te clan, a noblewoman whose intelligence is complimented by her worldly beauty. Te Gaogui's commitment and praiseworthy generosity to maintain amicable relations with the devotees of Kyoshi factors her out as a potential threat. If wanted posters of both Satchiko and Mayumi are placed around Ba Sing Se, surely the noble lady would have reasonable doubt towards the validity of their 'crime'.

But there are two people she is worried about the most.

The general Judge of Honghai is clearly neutral at best and unpredictable at worse. While he definitely saved them from the White Sparrow bandits, and carried a reputation as a beloved war hero, it is unclear how he would react once the man discovered the wanted posters. She thought about the consequences, and it's definitely not in their favor. In the days working in Jin's eatery, she can tell that the Bingmayong are known for frequent engagements with daofei bands outside the walls. From their grim and distant attitude, the fate those daofei are likely not peaceful.

The Judge of Honghai also have a rather uncalculatable personality and behavior, which might be either a brilliant tactical move to make his enemies underestimate him, or just a woeful display of his deplorable mental state. That military commander is after all the one who leads thousands of potentially mentally unwell men. It's what is unknown that brings the most concerns. Even by the way how he played Pai Sho, despite herself trying the absolute best, she can feel how he managed the stage like a puppet show, winning the game until victory is assured. The only thing that makes him less likely a threat would be that initial reaction when they were both in full outfit. No outward hostility, even openly profess his wish to recover Chin's lost weapon. Whether or not she can trust him, one thing is obvious would be how dangerous it is to fight him. It would be suicidal. If one was not cut into half by the glaive, then it would be smashed into pieces by chunks of earth.

She kept herself composed, trying to ignore the memories of those White Sparrow bandits being killed. Right now, the other person who knows her true identity is in this area nearby.

Shan the Zhuangyuan. At first, he is nothing more but a stranger who gave her an umbrella. Believing to never meet him again, she did not predict that the 'gift' would be a dead giveaway to her identity. Since the parasol is so highly sought after, including by the likes of Lady Te, then having it around would only garner unwanted attention.

Now, this scholar is essentially at the top of this city. Her cluelessness of him already being a renowned scholar and a respected individual beforehand reminded her just how much she still does not know about this city. To a Zhuangyuan who would eventually become a high ranking official in the future, it would be wise to engage with him in more courteous manner.

It is in the best interest to limit the pool of people who recognize them as Kyoshi Warriors. To keep her own sister safe and safeguard their foothold in Ba Sing Se. She may have to consider backup plans if the wanted posters from the state of Yi reaches this place just like the town of Shang. Those alone would cause her even more headaches. Besides, there is still a need to keep both herself and Satchiko safe and maintain a low presence in this city, especially from them.

She stopped momentarily, taking out the piece of paper that detailed where Shan lives. Lady Te have written the address as a location within one of the less affluential residential areas. But in her mind, every part of the Upper Ring is painted with excessive ornate beauty that is impossible to distinguish. The gardens encounter was well trimmed, populated with exotic flowers and grass that is green as jade. The lavish houses and dwelling compounds are all grand, with their owners sparing no expenses with decoration and refining the architectural prestige. Even if their homes paled in comparison to the majestic Royal Palace, any Upper Ring building can be considered more expensive than the wooden lodges back home. Additionally, the roads paved neatly, unlike those made of dirt, the thought process here is to keep a carriage ride feel smooth as possible.

So far, the grounds nearby are close to the giant wall that separates the middle and Upper Ring, she can even see some decorative plants and flowers imbued into the structures directly. It is obvious that such bastions are not only used for defense, but also a clear physical distinguishment between different social classes. Like almost all walled towns and walled cities on the mainland, social economic determines the structure and safety of a settlement's arrangements. Naturally, those with more power and wealth have a higher chance living in a walled settlement's center. At the same time, all the main political activities take place in Upper Ring, if Shan would one day become a high ranking official to whoever is in charge here, obviously he would reside close to the Royal Palace.

After another small stroll around the somewhat denser area, she makes a turn into a small alleyway, sided by two residential walls. She took a mental note of the surrounding. It seems these are homes, walled estates to be precise. There is no such property protection in her village, most people couldn't care less, even wooden doors are also a rarity.

In the middle of her walk, she heard a male voice, around her age and seems to be reading something. It was filled with concentration, whose owner wishes to be intoned in the world of literature.

"When he first enters the examination compound and walks along, panting under his heavy load of luggage, he is just like a beggar." Said the young man.

She can tell that it came over from the right wall inside this alley. But felt strangely it is not from indoors. Could the one speaking be reciting an article outside?

"Next, while undergoing the personal body search and being scolded by the clerks and shouted at by the soldiers, he is just like a prisoner. When he finally enters his cell and along with the other candidates, stretches his neck to peer out, he is just like the larva of a scorpion-bee."

Listening when heading for the other side, she noticed how one section of the residential wall is also part of a house. But there are light footprints imprinted, as if someone has repeatedly stomped on it for countless times.

"When the examination is finished at last and he leaves, his mind in a haze and his legs tottering, he is just like a sick bird that has been released from a cage. While he is wondering when the results will be announced and waiting to learn whether he passed or failed, so nervous that he is startled even by the rustling of the trees and the grass and is unable to sit or stand still, his restlessness is like that of a hog-monkey on a leash."

But how is that even possible? Mayumi thought to herself. Who would be stupid enough to walk sideward on a wall? Wouldn't they fall to the ground first before their feet touch the stone? Even with her own Kyoshi warrior training, she still has to use hands to not fell backwards and hit the ground. To her, it's impossible to climb walls without using hands as reinforcements.

She soon exited the alleyway and walked into a small avenue. A quiet and peaceful street populated with square walled compounds, all have golden rooftiles covering them, all except one.

Mayumi positioned herself to face the structure's center two doors. She has vague memories about this type of building in pages. What she is looking at is a siheyuan. It's a very traditional Earth Kingdom design for homes, especially for a single family. Usually, the compound is surrounded by a square or rectangular wall, with houses on each side except the one with the entrance. It's funny how people within a walled city would also have smaller walls on their property. Even though Ba Sing Se walled off the barbarians and daofei outside, here in the Upper Ring, residents still prepared walls to fend off the outside world.

Noticeably, the roof tiles are simply dark green, which actually a strange anomaly in the Upper Ring. Elite families and wealthy merchants who can afford to live here wanted to stand out from the rest of the city. The color of gold is a great choice. If Shan is such a reputable young scholar, why would he settle with the color associated with the common people?

She looked at her dress for a moment. Even though the stitches and patches used to fix holes did make it unpresentable, it's fine for her. Walking up the small stone stairs and passing the two small badger-mole stone statue, her hands went for the metal door knockers until footsteps from behind compelled her to check. Two young men who appears to be residents of the Upper Ring is also making their way to the siheyuan door. One of them carried what appears to be a gift.

"Alright little brother, when you see him, make sure to demonstrate the upmost courtesy and respect." The one on the left forcefully shoved a small, packaged box to the other, almost desperately. It's as though the former wanted to hide his face, a little afraid to meet the owner of the compound.

"B-But father said you would be the one to present the gift!" said the panicking younger. Mayumi watched them passing the package back and forth. Based on their affluent appearances and their gold and white robes, she can tell they are Upper Ring citizens. However, they have topknots instead of the queue hairstyle. Additionally, their robes are exceptionally clean, almost too clean, even for her liking.

They both noticed her standing near the entrance. The younger one approached her, face filled with slight disgust, appalled by her slightly tattered clothing. The brother even blocked his notice with a silk handkerchief, almost excessively.

"Such unkempt and disheveled servant!" the younger brother commented. In his hands held the package, extending his arm but trying to keep the rest of his body far away as possible. "Don't just stand there, take it!"

Mayumi froze, looking at the parcel with confused eyes. Did they just assume she works here? "Sorry, I think you have mistaken me as someone else, I came here for similar purposes, I came to return something." But the duo looked unconvinced. They stared at Shan's umbrella on her waist, drawing conclusion that she is associated with the scholar in some way.

"What are you implying?" the older one sneered. This time he used his wide flawless sleeves to cloak the entire lower half of his face, blocking off a terrible smell that is not detectable for normal humans. "I thought the esteemed and talented Shan would at least have some copper coins left in his empty coffers. Hiring some lower ring runt like you, as expected of a dirty commoner. Despite being a Zhuangyuan, he still lacks the unrivaled eloquence and refinement of us Gan Jin. I guess they just let anyone pass the Keju examination these days!"

Sometimes this city does annoy her. Although beautiful with elegant architecture, with its entirety essentially one big cultural heritage, Ba Sing Se certainly have some of the most irritating and hubris folks. Even the loudmouthed and quarrelsome fishermen in her village are more tolerable, at least they don't hurl insults during the fierce bargaining of fish prices.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to remain calm. "Sir, let me say this again, you have severely mistaken, I don't work here." But they did not heed her words seriously. The younger brother quickly placed the gift package on one of the stone steps, implying that she must be the one to give it to Shan. Why are these two buffoons shifting their responsibility on her?

"You are not a servant?" the older brother raised an eyebrow. "Then I think you are probably just a disposable street rat, once expended, he will abandon you. And here I thought only that spoiled and tarnished Ximen Qing would indulge in such uncivilized act. Perhaps I have thought too highly about the White Scholar himself. Shan may be talented and have passed the exam, but us distinguished gentleman from the Gan Jin tri-"

The wooden doors of the siheyuan creaked open with high pitching sound that made her want to cover both ears. Mayumi moved to the side, allowing space for Shan to step out. The moment his face emerged from the shadow, she instantly picked up his cold and expressionless face.

His head is glued down, focused on the bamboo scroll, the young scholar in pale white clothing continued to recite whatever he was just reading. He preferred to finish his reading first and then acknowledge their presence. "When at last the results are announced and he has definitely failed, he loses his vitality like one dead, rolls over on his side, and lies there without moving like a poisoned fly. Then, when he pulls himself together and stands up, he is provoked by every sight and sound, gradually flings away everything within his reach, and complains of the illiteracy of the examiners. When he calms down at last, he finds everything in the room broken. At this time, he is like a pigeon smashing its own precious eggs. These are the seven transformations of a candidate." Shan rolled up his bamboo scroll. He casted a single uninterested glance at Mayumi before noticing the older brother trying to sneak away. "Where are you going, young master Gong Zi? I thought you and your brother wanted to speak with me." Shan opened up his paper fan and begin to fan himself. The two brothers, especially the older one, tried to sneak away. They almost made it into another street but froze in place as if Shan's words alone are a command.

"Oh, hey there, Shan..." the younger brother waved and smiled weakly. The devastation for those who failed to pass the Keju cannot be described in simple words alone. When the entirety of their life, the livelihood and honor, is depended on the outcome of this civil service examination, no one wants to fail. But only few can ever pass the Keju, most will never see the light of the day. They would simply return to whatever jobs or profession they had, continued on like nothing has ever happened. Peasants who failed the exam return to the fields. But nobles who failed the exam will return with disgrace.

The older one tried to look more confident. He straightened his back, and proceeded to converse with an air of superiority, meeting Shan's assertiveness straight in the eyes. "My father send you his best regard, he wishes to congratulate you for attaining a Zhuangyuan title." Gong Zi pointed to the package near where Mayumi is standing, insisting that Shan accept the gift. But the scholar just stood there, not even looking at the 'gift'.

"If your patriarch wishes to congratulate me, then he can personally come here. But what I am more interested is how you two were not present during the ceremony earlier. What happened young master Gong Zi? I thought you said it yourself, it's an easy exam to pass, and said that I would look up to a Zhuangyuan like you. Surely, you have at least passed the Keju, right?" Shan walked down the stone steps, leisurely fanning himself as he arrived next to the two Ganjinese. She can sense the tension between him, and the young man named Gong Zi. She speculates that there must be some sort of competition or dispute previously. To pass the Keju exam is more than just a prerequisite for a government job, it is also prestige and honor. A non-nobility who attained the Zhuangyuan title is considered more educated and talented even the most affluent Upper Ring citizen. But mostly it's because young nobles often felt humiliated when those with less finance and study time scored higher. But in Shan's case, he is already an accomplished scholar.

But even so, it did not save Gong Zi any grace, obviously his absence at the ceremony earlier meant he did not pass. "I was at the ceremony!" he insisted. But the younger brother lacks the same assertiveness. To the concern of the Kyoshi warrior turned caterers, she did not recall their attendance of earlier today.

Shan's cold and expressionless face persisted. "Perhaps I did not notice you amongst the crowds, I therefore apologize. Don't worry, although you both might not have the talent to be a scholar, your father would still be at ease. Should he have any request in the future, I will fulfill it in accordance with the law." Shan patted Gong Zi's shoulder. This insignificant action drew the younger brother's shivering, but no one can do anything about Shan's subtle disrespect.

Gong Zi endured this. But he did not want to go down without a fight. He pointed at Mayumi and asked the scholar. "We Gan Jin tribe are strong adherents of purity and cleanliness. Which is why we also have an unspoken rule, to work only with those who are unsullied. I hope you don't mind me asking, who may that be?"

His words made Mayumi be on guard. The so called 'grotesque rumors' predicted by Lady Te will spread as rampant gossips amongst the Upper Ring. The umbrella on the side of her waist alone will give fuel for the fire to burn. At that point, both herself and Shan's might be viewed just like that of the deranged Ximen Qing. But unlike that moral delinquent, neither she or the scholar would tolerate a false and debauched reputation. Had she just pretended to be a mere servant here, Gong Zi's smug expression now would have been averted.

"Who may she be you asked?" Shan glanced at Mayumi before looking at Gong Zi again. "Is that the concern of a mere Ganjinese like you?" Instead of trying to justify why Mayumi has his umbrella, the scholar simply asserted his will over Gong Zi. "The daily schedule of you Gan Jin are too brimful, isn't it? I thought your patriarch is interested in a form of cooperation in the future. I guess he is no longer-"

"Fine! Whatever, father sent his best regards," Gong Zi quickly said and immediately grabbed his brother's hand, then retreated from the scene. Perhaps the former does not wish to incur his father's wraith by risking ties with Shan. To Mayumi, it is more than just simple gifts and flattery words for the Zhuangyuan. To be in the good grace of a future high ranking government official right now would count as ample investment for the future. It is unfortunate that even in the system of supposed merit, some people still cling to the 'old ways' as what Lady Te described.

When the two members of the Gan Jin tribe disappeared from an intersection, Mayumi let out a sigh. But now she has to deal with the other person who may cause hinderance.

"It appears that we have actually cross paths again, stranger. I see that you are working for Grandma Jin, did your performance troupe suffered a misfortune?" Shan turned around and look at Mayumi. She doesn't know what expression he bears. It's obvious he already knew she is the same woman on that stone bridge. How should she respond? Can she lie about her true identity and fool this scholar? Perhaps it's better to approach this situation with a more amicable touch.

"Congratulations on becoming the top scorer on the Keju, young master Shan." Mayumi bowed her head slightly. This is the first time she addressed him with a title. He likely has a more formal name she can use, but that can come a bit later.

"Your new attitude is a welcoming change," Shan walked back to the siheyuan. She thought he would at least converse for a few more sentences before retreating back inside. As he is about to shut the doors, she called out, stopping the scholar.

"What more do you wish to confer?" Shan asked.

Mayumi pulled out the umbrella and presented it to him. "I am here to return this. Thank you for allowing me to burrow it." The scholar looked at it without any change of expression. She wondered what he is thinking at this moment. The fact that she is being ungrateful for this generous gift or the fact that her inconvenient appearance on the Keju ceremony poses a significant risk to Shan's reputation.

He left the door open. She followed him into a square shaped courtyard with houses on three sides. The stone brick path forms an intersection in the center, separating the courtyard into four sections with grass. One corner has a single tree, where a small wooden table lies close to the ground underneath the shade. Study materials such as a stack of book and a paint brush are neatly arranged. In another patch of green is a small manmade pond, a little green as a result of algae infestation. There is also a set of stationary stone table and chairs, similar to the ones she and Te Gaogui used in the tea garden.

It's quiet. Too quiet for her liking. Maybe the scholar wanted things to be this way. This type of walled residential compound provides a secluded environment from the outside world, with a level of privacy perhaps preferrable for his studies.

"Are you displeased with the umbrella, or has it failed you in some other way?" Shan suddenly asked as she slowly trails after him. They both stopped in the center of the courtyard, with his back facing her.

"I think it has failed us both," Mayumi said. "It's a series of unfortunate coincidences that lead us to the Keju ceremony. You know better than I that it will serve a better purpose in the hand of its original owner." It is by nature people will question where she receives such beautiful umbrella. Her clothing alone meant she cannot afford something so exquisite.

"I suppose so," Shan replied. What he meant is entirely up for interpretation. She handed him the umbrella after they reached the other end of this courtyard style residence. The scholar pushed the doors of the main building open, and there are multiple umbrellas with the same calligraphy and painting as the one she just held. Was Te Gaogui exaggerating that there are many Upper-class ladies who wish to have Shan's umbrellas? It doesn't appear so desirable now that she knew there is multiple. But at the same time, she knew what the noble lady implied is able to have the Zhuangyuan's 'heart'.

Shan came back out of the house. In hands, he still has the same bamboo scroll which he was just reading. "Is there anything else?"

Mayumi faked a cough, not thinking much previously on what to do now that the umbrella is finally returned. "So, what was that you were just reading?" She directed him to the bamboo scroll, a document made out of pieces of long bamboo slips tied up together. They are definitely more durable than paper, a great alternative for documents.

"You meant this?" Shan raised his closed bamboo scroll. "I was simply just enjoying a small written piece known as the Seven transformations of the candidate by a scholar named Pu Songling."

She has zero idea what he just said. Without proper context, it's hard to grasp what Shan is actually reading.

"It's a simple satire piece about the Keju, written by a man who has never passed it." Shan elaborated.

Mayumi nodded once. "I heard the earlier parts of his work, it's interesting." But he does not appear interested in small talk.

"I can sense you are not here just to return a simple gift," Shan started. Mayumi tensed up. The use of the word 'gift' may indicate that he is slightly displeased, or maybe she is just overthinking this slight detail in his words. Despite hailing from a backwater village off the coast, she is fully aware in the gift-giving etiquette. The gift-giver often seeks appreciation from the receiver, but it very matter to a scholar like Shan?

"I'm not sure what you are implying," Mayumi carefully replied. But deep down, she cannot help but notice a golden opportunity in this young scholar. Would she be selfish to request Shan for a rather specific favor. Unlike Lady Te, this gentleman owes her nothing. After heavy consideration, she decided to risk it, what is there to lose anyway? "Are you interested in taking a student?"

The scholar looked unfazed as expected. His focus is on the garden inside this siheyuan, pondering what to make of this proposal. She can understand the dilemma, it's not every day a random stranger comes to your home and inquire about tuition, especially from someone who may threaten your reputation amongst the aristocracy. After briefly explained the entire ordeal about Satchiko's lack of progression, it only sets the young man into more contemplation.

"And what do I have to gain from this?" Shan reasonably asked. "Yours truly don't provide services for free. Surely you have thought about this through?" There is no doubt that a scholar would demand something in return. Similar to fishermen, artisans and farmers, educated members of society also have to do something to earn a living if they are not government officials. Whether if it's writing poems and stories, or just being a private tutor to children of elite families, there are plenty of work that needs the expertise of intellectuals. But because Shan is now a Zhuangyuan, and a very prodigious scholar, the price could be quite hefty. Besides, it's already ridiculous for a nobody like her to request an Upper Ring scholar's service.

However, even if there is a tiniest chance that Shan would accept a student, all of that pays off.

"If you don't mind, maybe I can work for you," Mayumi suggested.

Shan narrowed his eyes. "I don't think that is necessary, since I do not require-"

"For free," Mayumi doubled down. She bites her lips without showing it. "If you don't mind, I can pay off my sister's lesson in this way. Besides, there is another incentive. By allowing me to work as your servant, it can help mitigate the so-called rumors and gossips from the other elite families." It was a farfetched attempt, and even she felt her tactics are rather lowly and underhanded. But this is Shan the Zhuangyuan, with him as Satchiko's tutor, her sister will surely pass the upcoming exams. But the real question is whether or not this is a great idea in the first place. What would happen if he saw the wanted posters? Or worst, what if he already seen it before and she does not know? There is so much information she needs to gather. But at the same time, if Shan does truly value his reputation, then he too can play the act as well. But that is assuming he haven't known their 'criminal' status.

"And why would you go to such great lengths in becoming a servant?" Shan challenged. It's clear he has animosity towards family values, as demonstrated through his disdain for Lady Te and her father. "I don't see how this transaction benefits you in anyway."

"Because I want to help my sister," Mayumi countered. "Wouldn't your family do the same for you?"

Shan begins fanning himself more frequently, building the air current. She can sense a disturbance, as if an unknown force has quietly taken hold of this scholar. Although insignificant, there was a slight increase his rate of breathing, corresponding to the subtle rise and fall of his chest. But he did well to maintain his formal and reserved personality, retaining that nonchalant look on his face.

He started to pace back to the siheyuan's entrance, and she too followed him without speaking. After stepping out of the compound himself, she turned back to the scholar.

"So, when will I be getting a response?" The doors closed abruptly, putting her in a dazed expression. Did she say something out of line? Surely the Shan the Zhuangyuan wouldn't be offended so easily, would he? She walked back to the doors, gently knocking it. All that she received was Shan's confirmation that they will discuss the issue of their employment at a later date.

"You forgot something, it's the gift from those two other visitors of yours?" Picking up the wrapped box, her hands smoothed across the fabric. It's silk, a valuable material used for fine clothing and their uniforms. But using it as a gift package meant whoever this patriarch is, he must be very wealthy to afford such commodities.

Much to her surprise, Shan actually reopened the door again. Without speaking a word, she gave him the 'gift' from the two Ganjinese. After this exchange, the doors closed on her again, and all that proceed is silence. She stared at the thick wooden planks, it appears extremely old, gathered dust and in need of a slight repaint. It's the same as the city's more reserved side. Amongst the aristocracy, its members are not as openly expressive. She can feel their desire to hide and conceal their true intentions, all to 'save face' in front of others and themselves. True discussion only occurs behind closed doors. In fact, this siheyuan itself represents the penchant for privacy and secrecy. Who knows, from memories of her father's books, this type of courtyard house might even have another smaller courtyard just behind the main room.

She then sighed, walking down the stone steps and thinking about her own home with all that familiar. Comparing that to the city of Ba Sing Se is simply too different, and she absolutely understands Satchiko's homesickness. There were the loud and boisterous fishermen, rearing in their catch in reed buckets, trying to keep the lively salmons from jumping out. Whenever she would stop-by and buy any freshly caught seafood, Ebisu would always try to pick out best in quality, selling it at a good price. Walking back to their little wooden lodge, she would hear the sound of the blacksmith, hammering away tools and weapons. Everyone knows that Orihime's father, Munechika, is repairing katanas and other weapons of their order. And then, almost obligatory, the burly bearded fisherman would stand in front of the blacksmith, yelling at Munechika and insult his craft. In return, the swordsmith would emerge from his workshop, hurling insults at the fisherman representative, complaining of foul fish smell. The two would enter a fistfight. She would stay behind and watch as more villagers gathered to join the growing brawl. Of course, it was rather funny. She and Orihime would enjoy the show while eating rice cakes, waiting until Hakaru hurries down the hill from the village meeting hut, pleading the commotion to cease. If that does not work, Akahana would be the one to use more forceful means. Almost all participates would go home with blackened eyes, either inflicted from the brawl or by the matron of the village. The fishermen would retire, recuperating until their next trip out at sea. The blacksmith would be met with Inari's disapproving gaze, refusing to fix the torn robe accumulated from the childish fight.

And that's it. Compared to the grandeur city she is in now, that petty brawl would be highly frown upon. But why would some rowdy folks in a fishing village care? Yes, they don't have magnificent mansions or a culturally significant Royal Palace, the simplicity of her little village is much dearer to her than the Earth Kingdom capital.

She would be glad to return soon. But for now, she must focus on the task at hand. Her mother warned her specifically, reiterating countless time to be on the lookout. No one can be trusted. Hopefully during their time in this city, she won't have to run in with the likes of them.

End of chapter notes:

-The weapon 'dao', is simply just sword in the chinese language. It can be used generically to describe any tool or weapon that involves chopping and single sided, and there are many variations and shapes to describe completely different weapons such as miaodao, changdao, zhanmadao, hudiedao, tangdao, guandao, modao...

-Shen Nong, although culturally significant, is yet to be proven as a real figure in history.

-The siheyuan courtyard building can have variations, but universally they have squared (or rectangle) walls. Unlike the circular (and sometimes squared) fortress-like building such as Tulou, siheyuan are not meant for defenses. In the Kyoshi novels, it is stated that there is a fortress style siheyuan, but I don't seem to be able to find something like that in real life. Or maybe I misunderstood, and the novel writer was simply just referring to a fortress, similar to a siheyuan in style and layout, but very large with walls and defenses.

-I find the alias of Mayumi as Takeko and Satchiko and Yuko to be rather genius. But I must remind you, searching it will not be a pleasant experience.

-In future chapters, I do intend to showcase how scholars make a living if they are not civil servants or officials.

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And now, for the 400000 word commemoration.

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