"Again!" Mayumi instructed. The trainees swung their twin metal fans, cutting the air in front of them with a rigorous slicing routine. The attack was swift and precise, uniformly repeated just like how every generation before them have done. Since the dawn of the island's creation, the order founded by Avatar Kyoshi have stood firm against the test of time, carrying on the tradition, history and culture passed down from their early predecessors.
Kyoshi left the world with an everlasting impression, impacting many lands and affected the lives of countless people. One of her many achievements was to train ordinary fisherwomen and homemakers into the first batch formidable fighters, thereby empowering them and inspiring the generations that came after it. Despite being a group without bending, the Kyoshi Warriors are not to be trifled with. As a people who have applied the skills and teachings of an Avatar into their lives, they have fiercely defended their home and families. This generation will not be different either.
"Kazuki, take this!" Satchiko delivered a heavy sidekick, forcefully unbalanced her sparring partner's latter fighter raised both fans to block.
After the group training session ended, everyone else sat on two sides in the dojo hall, consolidating what is learnt throughout the rigorous lesson in a duel. A Kyoshi Warrior is skilled in fighting as a team, but they are also exceptional individual duelist. It's not that difficult to defeat a larger and stronger foe if their strength is exploited correctly. But in this case, the difference in skill is apparent. When the second daughter of the officially strongest Kyoshi Warrior fights a random gurl living near the piers, the results are too predictable. It happened at least a hundred time before, and it probably would be the same now.
With one swift high kick, Kazuki was knocked sidewards, she barely nullified the force, but the correct response was to evade and then use the opponent's brute force against them. It is not possible when the other fighter also trains in the same style of combat with more proficiency, outperforming the young fisherwoman in strength and agility. A counterattack can't even be in fruition since Satchiko is aggressively swinging and swiping with the golden fans, not allowing her opponent to recover. With each attack, Kazuki was forced to step backwards while trying to riposte with no avail. It ended when the weaker warrior was defeated with double swatting by those fans, sent tripping over the edge of the tatami mat and fell backward towards a shelf on the wall.
A round of clanking noise ensued as Kazuki seemingly got 'absorbed' into the fray, knocking over belongings from and somehow managed to get a helmet stuck on her head. The Kamuy certainly knowns how to play tricks on her.
With this, the match ended as usual. Despite the matron's diligence in sharping each of the student's fighting prowess, it would be reasonable to say she devoted just a little bit more time on her own children.
"Help?" Kazuki asked. She is stuck inside a pile of objects. Suppressing the chuckle, Satchiko pulled her friend out, dusting the unfortunate fellow trainee. "Ok, stop laughing all of you." the fisherwoman requested to the rest. But the room only got louder, brimmed with snickering as all began to notice a squashed salmon sticking to the back of her armor. It was supposed to be that trainee's lunch, paired with a rice ball. Unfortunately, it too has been become a causality in the collateral.
Although the threat of pirates is never far away, they are all fortunate enough to have lighthearted moments like this to enjoy the beauty of life itself. Not every waking second has to be on heightened alert, a bit of fun is healthy for anyone who possess the right heart.
"Enough!" Mayumi came in, and room fell quiet. Being the only one with a serious attitude, she quickly marched over to examine the trainee for potential injuries. After feeling relieved that the person is unscathed, she then checked for the surrounding damages, particularly to the objects unintentionally broken. Thankfully, it was a set of spare armor lent from another Kyoshi Warrior chapter. There are some bamboo training swords scattered around the floor, and most notably Kazuki's lunch. None of it is irreplaceable. While Kazuki might potentially damage priceless belongings, the top priority for Mayumi is always making sure the trainees are not hurt under her watch.
Being a trainer in this village, one thing Mayumi do worry about are the important objects near the room's walls. The dojo is a place that cultivates the younger generation into skilled fighters. Old valuable fans and katanas once owned by some of the notable Kyoshi Warriors are placed here to inspire the new members. There are also portraits, artistic creations hanging on the walls that chronicled important events such as Avatar Kyoshi's battle with Chin and more recent occasions such as generational tournaments held to select the 'strongest' Kyoshi Warrior in every generation. The Kyoshi Warrior's background or social standing does not matter. But as long as she possesses the skills to win this tournament, they would be granted with a prestigious title and bring honor to their family.
"We will call it a day," Mayumi said. She sensed someone is approaching the Dojo. Just a few more steps and they will enter the room.
"Big sis, I haven't even had enough fun yet." Satchiko protested, dismayed that the training is ending. "There has not been another pirate raid for me to test out my skills, I might not get another opportunity to fight when we go to Ba Sing Se!"
"Fighting has nothing to do with fun," Mayumi retorted, disagreeing with such carefree attitude. "There is more to swinging your weapons at a foe than simply enjoyment. Honor and our devotion to Avatar Kyoshi, let those be your center."
An older woman with armor and warpaint finally entered after waiting for the conversation to end. The trainees bowed and slowly filed out the door. The esteemed one came for an inspection, primarily to convene with the instructor here.
"Matron," Mayumi also bowed in resect, addressing the older woman by her title.
"It's fine, it's just us three here, no need to be so formal." Akahana eased Mayumi's seriousness.
Of course, the younger sister never cared too much about formalities. The idea of bowing to the matron never felt too important unless in specific circumstances. Besides, it's her own mother. She simply greeted normally.
The three didn't talk much. Most of what they said were about today's ordinary lesson. Nothing out of the ordinary happened except for a few spots inside the dojo that needed to be cleaned up. It's always the same mundaneness for many years. This wooden lodge has served as training location since the times of the Hundred Years War, and probably before that. Despite its humble aesthetic, it housed many generations of woman who trained and became formidable fighters, including the esteemed Suki herself. Some even argued that the dojo buildings in every village is the main building that continued their founder's legacy, ensuring that the culture is kept alive and passed on the knowledge and skills of being a Kyoshi Warrior.
"So how was the meeting with Akira?" Satchiko asked casually as her sister picked up a broom to sweep the floor. "What did you both talked about?"
"It's not about your poor writing skills if that is what you are worried about," Akahana said normally. Satchiko almost wanted to laugh, but stopped herself once realizing her mother wasn't joking at all. Despite being a daughter of the matron, it would be unwise to test the older woman's rather dull sense of humor. As someone who is part of the island's defense, there is not much room for discussions that are unrelated to the profession.
Although specialized in the field of combat, Akahana does not cut herself off from the other important leaders in the community. Being the leader of the Kyoshi Warriors in this village, she has to travel around the area to meet with various members and seniors to discuss about the island's development. But occasionally, she would organize the schedule to meet with the old woman who is now a teacher. Sometimes the old mentor herself would come around the dojo, and the two would just sit on the mat and have tea while the others trained. Usually, this place is off limits from outsiders.
"Nothing too philosophical was in our talks," Akahana said about spending time with Akira. "We both deliberated on a certain necessary topic that the younger generation would find uninteresting. Speaking of which, there is something I need to speak with your sister, personally."
Mayumi turned her face to meet the mentor, putting the broom to the side.
"What is it?" Satchiko asked with interest. "Can I listen too?"
Despite the matron hiding it masterfully, Mayumi still managed to detect tiny hints of reluctance from her mother. All of this went oblivious to Satchiko as the older woman arranged a kettle near the large painting at the end of the hall.
"There is nothing too engrossing, I simply want to talk about some issues in regard to the upcoming journey." Akahana tried to dispel her second daughter's curiosity, using a very thoughtful method that would not be too dismissive. "Your father is cleaning up an old ruin near the village. I hope you won't mind helping me with an errand." She went to the door and returned with a basket made from bulrush. In it are bento containers, convenient lunchboxes useful in travels and long journeys. After retrieving some teacups, Akahana sent Satchiko off, allowing for this private meeting to start. "Finish the cleaning later Mayumi, there is something I want to talk about with you."
"Yes mother."
Both sat at the end of the room, sharing some tea boiled using a compact kettle made of cast iron. It's rare occasions like this that allows Mayumi to practice some tea brewing skills. Her father was kind enough to share some of the secret traditions of his homeland. It is said that this specific method of boiling is passed down from her grandfather on Hakaru's side, whom she hasn't and probably will never be able to meet.
"So, what is it you want to talk about?" Mayumi used the kettle and poured some beverage into the other person's cup. The drink produced a long trail of steam, despite the heat, the matron gradually consumed half of it without burning her throat.
"It's only a few more days before you two depart for a land that is so far away from here," Akahana said, almost in a sad tone. "I believe it is in our best interest to discuss about the potential dangers you two might face. And how it can be approached." She looked deeply into the transparent tea in the cup before staring at Mayumi again. Despite not being angry, her face can appear naturally emitting a stern expression even without trying. It is useful to assert herself in conversation, little bit intimidating even. This is compelled by the face paint printed on the woman's face, which is purposed in sowing fear into anyone that dare to challenge her. But in the context of this meeting between two family members, dissipating the matron's concerns is top priority. Escorting Satchiko to Ba Sing Se must be done so that their overprotective mother is not worried.
Mayumi also tasted the brew, clearing throat after carefully planning her words. "I have considered many situations that might arise, the journey will not be too dangerous, a boat trip going all the way to Ba Sing Se will have minimal risks. I doubt there will be any threat besides some pirates, which we have successfully fought countlessly before."
Akahana nodded once and drank her cup to empty. It is a reasonable statement. The ship they will depart on is from the Fire Nation, that itself is a reassuring point. But the mother then sighed, signifying there is something else that needs to be addressed. "I suppose your assumptions are correct. As long as you all stay on the boat, there will be no danger. You have grown fast. It felt like yesterday when you were small enough that I can hold you with only one hand. However, despite your trainings and expertise as a fighter, I still cannot be relived, knowing that you two will be straying so close to war-torn lands."
This is not an unfounded statement. The situation on the mainland is in constant strife. Civil wars, rebellions, bandit uprising, natural disasters and political instability, just being near it is dangerous. Conflict and death is always close when traveling to such unstable places. Although some might fool themselves into believing in glory and adventure on the battlefield, all those vacuous thoughts will be dispelled when stepping on a field of crimson and hearing the agonizing screams of loved ones.
"What can you tell me about this painting?" Akahana asked, eyes motioned to the right.
Following her mother's lead, Mayumi looked at the wall. The dojo has a large painted portrayal that depicts an epic battle right before island's founding. On the left is Chin the Conqueror and his massive legion that spanned across the field. To this day, people would say there is no other military force that can defeat the tyrant's fierce army, which is foretold to be able to drain the river and make the earth shake with their footsteps alone. His soldiers are all seasoned veteran, both numerous and loyal. The quality of their lamellar armor is without equal. They conquered almost all of the Earth Kingdom, devouring every powerful entity in its path except Ba Sing Se, the capital city and its giant walls managed to be spared from his rule. But the tyrant hungers for more despite such setbacks, it wasn't long before he began to seek new lands on the Earth Kingdom to conquer. After enveloping most of the nation, his army arrived at the Yokoya peninsula, which Kyoshi Island before it separated. The tyrant brought a force possibly numbered in the hundreds of thousands, demanding the submission of Avatar Kyoshi and the surrender of her people. And what was it that faced this near invincible army and won? Who have the audacity to fight these elite soldiers that seeks to reunite a vast nation, yet somehow triumphed?
Despite outnumbered, the ancestors of the modern folks of Kyoshi Island mustered the courage to defend their home at all costs. Poorly armed farmers and fishermen who have relatively little military training, found themselves fighting a much bigger army of elite foot soldiers wearing fine lamellar armor and use sharp polearms. The defenders were supported by the few but elite female warriors personally trained by an Avatar. But it was still hopeless, as Chin's army outclassed these peasants in both quality and quantity.
Yet, that day would go down legendary in annuals of history, telling the world that even the strongest army lead by the most powerful tyrant can be defeated by a handful of commoners. This large painting in the room depicted many Kyoshi Warriors wielding glinting fans to defeat many of Chin's soldiers. The enemies are painted in a darker color, symbolizing their evil and service to a tyrannical dictator that seeks to subjugate their homeland. In the midst of battle and positioned in the center of this masterpiece is of course Avatar Kyoshi herself. The founder is depicted using the powerful Avatar State, summoning the full force of nature with lava emerging from the cracks below and splitting the earth into half!
"It's a great portrayal of Kyoshi's battle against Chin the Conquer, a showcase of her love for her home. If it wasn't for her action in stopping the tyrant, we wouldn't be where we are today." Mayumi commented, showing deep respect to the venerated figure who protected her people. If it wasn't for the intervention of the Avatar, Chin's army might also have breached the walls of Ba Sing Se and truly asserted control over the continent.
Sometimes, just looking at this awesome painting made Mayumi feel proud of her heritage, a sense of pride by being part of this elite order founded by an Avatar. Was she being hypocritical when lecturing her sister about not enjoying conflict? Perhaps this warrior is also seeking some form of recognition in battle, being lionized in tales and stories. Even though many view her as the 'responsible one', deep down she longed for adventure, something greater lying just beyond the ocean. Fighting seasonal pirates can no longer be enough to quench the desire for honor and glory. Unlike the first batch of disciples or her great grandmother, no Kyoshi Warrior would be remembered just for fighting a small band of offshore pirates that wants to rob a few coins. A warrior seeks to establish themselves a good name on the battlefield, or in her case, anything that suits the longing for adventure and a sense of greater accomplishments. She understood that not all things in this world are good and coated with a layer of sugar, but there is always that temptation, and that lingering discontent with accepting a boring life as it is. Every time she trains the younger warriors inside this dojo, the painting of that legendary battle would sometimes be distraction. As much as she wants to deny to her own conscience, Mayumi cannot help but fantasize becoming part of that painting, standing in that place on that year, on that day, and in that exact moment, living as one of the original Kyoshi Warrior who fought proudly to defend their home alongside an Avatar. It would be such an honor from her perspective.
"There is no such thing as honor in battle," Akahana brought Mayumi back into reality, pouring a cold bucket of water over the folly notion. "The idea that one has to find a sense of meaning by deliberately seeking pain, suffering and the sights of gore and amputated limbs is great way to say they did not die for nothing. At the end, those that confuse violence with a sense of grandeur will only find themselves forever changed. Even those who fought to protect their loved ones will suffer from the conflict. But a foolish warrior who endorses aggression upon others would create an illusion that would validate our youthful impolitic. It's easier to proclaim a person have fought for something greater than themselves if they fell in battle over the most trivial reasons. In a situation where hope is nothing more but a comforting lie, the last thing we need is baseless claims that all will be fine without affirming actions. Tell me, what's the point of honor and titles when the very people you are meant to protect is gone? I hope you consider this carefully daughter. When you told your sister about fighting for honor, what is it that you very meant? What is honor to you?"
"It's honoring the family name and lineage of course," Mayumi answered in what she believes is the correct answer. "Fulfilling our duties as defenders of the island and carry on our traditions to protect those we cherish. All those who came before us, including great grandmother, did the same, we will do it too."
She realizes this is not sufficient in addressing the question. What is honor exactly? Different people have various interpretations of it, and a different degree of how it should be venerated. A Kyoshi Warrior values the tradition and heritage initially created by the Avatar who formed the order, incorporating them into their fighting styles and defend the island against outside threats. A tribesman from the Water Tribes is focused on how their actions might benefit their clan in the harsh and unforgiving cold, therefore a good hunter who brings back most of the meat would naturally be highly respect. Any Fire Nation citizens can feel threatened over the most subtle and trivial acts, potentially causing an Agni Kai duel to settle their differences. A monk from the temples do not concern themselves with worldly things, but even they have a standard and morale guideline to follow.
But what is honor exactly?
"In battle, there will always be those who believe by directly fighting someone is their rite of passage, an expression where they can find strength and identity." Akahana slowly said, hoping the younger woman in this room would heed this piece of advice. "The past is always glorified, as so is our history too. Even the founder herself is not entirely free from this treatment. Our image of Kyoshi might not even tell the full story, who knows just how much of her past have been changed. I'm sure you already know that, since you always have a penchant in reading those books owned by your father."
Mayumi nodded, acknowledging that history is never as transparent as one may believe. Even Avatar Kyoshi, the figure they deeply respect and based their daily life on, also cannot escape embellishments of history.
In almost every culture, conflicts are often glorified to fit their own present-day narratives. While it is absolutely necessary to venerate the bravery and good deeds of those who truly fought for righteousness, the practices of coating history with a layer of deception can always be misused. In the hands of those with ill intentions, history can made unreflective to what truly happened. An individual can be reinvented as a hero without flaws instead of a villain that deserves their downfall. An event can be reframed as a nation finding its glorious identity instead of a misguided state whose soldiers died for the imperial ambitions of a madman. There can also be something in the middle, an embellished truth even.
"This painting of the battle with Chin will not show you the true cost of the conflict, nothing else will ever come close except going through it." Akahana said in a lowered voice, a behavior that is rarely seen before in Mayumi's entire life. Signs of vulnerability is something that is almost absent in the one Kyoshi Warrior who is said to have killed pirates in the most ruthless ways possible. Mayumi knew it is a heavy topic. Openly searching for conflict is not a great way to establish her sense of meaning and honor. Romanticizing suffering is even worst. "Once you experienced what it's like to almost lose your life and watching those close killed, no matter how young or brave you all may be, it will be wash away like dust in a hurricane. We are fortunate enough that the most dangerous people we fought in recent years are random pirates. But those on the mainland will tell you that the true cost of war has destroyed everything they ever loved. Even if they survived, their spirit will never be the same again. An illness will latch onto their body, corrupting the heart and turning them into creatures of despair that will only seek retribution. Many would lose their sanity." She eyed Mayumi with a softened expression. "You are my oldest daughter, I hope you would understand, I, your mother, almost become one of these people. This illness is not like a cold or injury, it is the horror one experienced that forced them to forsake the will to keep living, or at least losing control of their bloodlust. But that was a long time ago. One day, I will tell you my full story, but that will come when both you and Satchiko is ready." She sipped the tea once more, allowing Mayumi to process the information.
The 'illness of the heart' is not a physical impairment of the body. It is a metaphoric statement on the mysterious workings of a person's mind after going through traumatic events such as loud explosions or horrific sights. Those who associate themselves to war after the most prevalent victims of this almost incurable disease. A warrior who survived a battle can return completely unscathed and still receive this condition. It changed their behavior, creating erratic emotions and perhaps violent tendencies. It even creates despair and fear in an otherwise safe environment. No medicine can heal such unconventional wound. Its mysterious properties meant no universal cure exist.
The older generations have always experienced more hardships. They too were young spirits, perhaps seeking honor through conflicts with a foe just to fulfill some arbitrary purpose. But once they finally realize the inescapable reality of gore and blood, a boring and quiet life suddenly becomes so much more attractive. No matter how dull the repetitive taste of honey may become, it will always better than drinking poison.
"I know mother, I promise you to not seek any conflict on the way to Ba Sing Se" Mayumi said.
"Keep an eye on your sister, I doubt she will be as prudent," Akahana advised, noting her second daughter's more aggressive nature. "We don't know what trouble she might get into with that impulsiveness, so be wary. Unlike fighting pirates, conflict outside the island is not like the embellished paintings of heroism and victory. You must be prepared to protect her." The matron glanced at the side of the room where Kazuki bumped into, random objects and a broken shelf is enough to prove this. The kick was very forceful, too energetic for a sparring match. Raising the second daughter is difficult despite being proficient the first time, and Satchiko has proven to be a great challenge for any parents. Being a child alone have caused many sleepless nights, and that's not even counting the other troubles accumulated. Especially that one time Satchiko accidentally damaged Hakaru's arm, the same one Akahana broke when he came on the island. Perhaps they can count the very late discovery of the Earthbending as a sort of blessing, but still not favorable as it is the main cause of this conversation.
The two spent a moment to finish some more tea. But the matron is not done in what she wants to say. The journey to Ba Sing Se will be entirely on a boat, which is why the true challenge is actually what is inside the city, or more specifically, who.
"What do you think about Avatar Kyoshi?" Akahana inquired while helping herself with another cup of tea.
Mayumi pondered. If this was any other Kyoshi Warrior asking this, the answer would be casual. To this matronly figure, the view on their founder reflects perception and opinion, testing what she has learnt as a devotee to the Avatar. It is therefore absolutely imperative for someone at a slightly elevated position to praise the Avatar's achievements, demonstrating her knowledge.
One by one, Mayumi listed out the lifetime accomplishments just like how Satchiko would, just without that childlike enthusiasm. The creation of the island is paramount as it saved their island from a dictating tyranny. Furthermore, Avatar Kyoshi made many contributions to the Earth Kingdom, such as defeating the nefarious Yellow Neck daofei leader Xu Pingan and help peacefully quelled the peasant rebellion by facilitating reforms that benefits the people. To this day, the island would hold annual celebrations on Kyoshi Day, to remember those achievements made by their beloved Avatar.
"I heard this many times," Akahana's tone changed slightly rougher, making Mayumi worried. "As someone who reads historical texts regularly, what do you know about our founder that most don't often discuss?"
Different perspectives create different people. Mayumi thought long and hard on this. Even if the people in Chin Village do not see their founder as a hero, the villagers in her own island are also guilty of viewing Kyoshi in filtered lens.
Many people today, including her own sister, only ever knows and talks about the positive impacts made by their founder. Such knowledge is of course passed down using bedtime stories, and most importantly through oral traditions spoken by much older Kyoshi Warriors known as the matriarchs. While the mass majority are fed a transfigured version of Kyoshi and her tales, few are told some of the raw information that might slightly tarnish her image. Despite fully memorized the historical part of the earth Avatar, how many people in this world actually knows about her personal life? What about the loyal companions and childhood past? Are they even recorded? Why should the folks in the village even want to go near that giant old fortress ruin when they can be immersed by Kyoshi's other heroic tales?
From a young age, Mayumi of course have many questions about the founder whom she deeply respects. But no matter how many pages she flipped through, no traces about the Avatar's personal life before recognition appears to be as well documented. The only thing people internally knew is that something profane have transpired near the village long ago, where Kyoshi killed her friend and destroyed that large mansion, reducing it to nothing more but an archeological site. Information about that incident and before it is so sparse, that Mayumi often felt Kyoshi's life could have been tattered when history was officially recorded. Maybe certain aspects of the founder's life were intentionally written out, and the whole world are presented with only a flawless version of her. She never asked this openly out of respect to the elders and senior village leaders, a part of her even fears that raising certain questions might alienate herself from all the other Kyoshi Warriors, including her own sister whom she loves the most.
"If you can tell me so much of our founder's greatness, can you describe something she have done wrong?" Akahana asked, trying to examine her daughter's knowledge. But as expected, Mayumi could not come up with a single word. In the eyes of almost all who live on Kyoshi Island, the Avatar is a perfect paragon, an example that inspired generations. Many young girls wish to be wielding a pair of golden glinting fans just like the founder, empowered to take up arms to defend their home if needed. Why would there be anything to slander about?
"Mother, this meeting began with us discussing about potential problems me and Satchiko might face on the journey." Mayumi reined it. "How does the legacy of Kyoshi matter to this?" She asked this from a logical perspective, confused on how both topics are related. Perhaps she was reluctant to revise their founder's image as a flawless example. When every village on the island has a statue of an Avatar, why would a simple girl like her dare to even speak a single word that might be perceived as slander? She may be the chief and matron's daughter, but not even someone of her caliber dare to act disrespectfully. There is also a slight fear in the supernatural, afraid that the spirit of Kyoshi would literally manifests right here in response to her doubts. While the notion of Kyoshi's spirit appearing is an unproven myth, her great grandmother has claimed it as 'possible'.
Akahana got up, strolled to the window and look out at two young trainees playing a game after the lesson. Mayumi joined the matron, secretly watching them setting up a butterfly shaped target on a wooden pedestal. The two girls would take turns tossing their golden fans to see who can knock the target down more. It is a game commonly played by Kyoshi Warriors, using those golden glinting fans as entertainment while also practicing their accuracy. Both Mayumi and Satchiko played it during spare time too. But right now, the older sister is still trying to reap what her mother is trying to say.
"The founder is not perfect," Akahana stated candidly. As someone at a high position of power amongst the Kyoshi Warriors, it is not an easy statement to make. Certain forbidden parts of the Avatar's life are disclosed to few who have the will to keep the secrets. "But without her, people like us and those girls outside would never have the opportunity to train and develop ourselves. But unfortunately, the opposite can also true. I'm sure you are aware of them."
"What do you mean mother?" Mayumi asked with an uncertain face. "What do you mean by them?"
Akahana turned to her daughter, gazing at the same blue pair of eyes, a trait that have passed through the family for countless generations. Many would say they are almost splitting images, and the only difference is knowledge and experience. While 'young' people are always curious and wish to discover more about the world. They would soon realize not all things are pleasant, some new knowledge will challenge and even shatter their preconceived beliefs that have long held firm, eventually they become and replaces the 'old'.
Despite Mayumi pretending to play dumb, the mother can sense this deception. "I'm sure you have read about them before in your father's book," Akahana correctly guessed. "Every night since that letter came to the island, you sneaked into your father's study and scoured through pages on the book of Ba Sing Se, a bold move if I do say so myself. I specifically told him to lock it in a box. But since you did it for your sister's sake, I will pretend to not hear anything."
Mayumi maintained a firm expression. The matron raised them strictly, ensuring they have a disciplined lifestyle, including not losing sleep. The decision to secretly read about Ba Sing Se is to better prepare themselves for the journey, to educate herself on how the city operates and what risks there may be. At last, the stern matron detected her activity. At least two decades of difference in their trainings is all it took for the young Kyoshi Warrior to be fully monitored.
"It is true, I have transgressed," Mayumi admitted to her wrongdoing. "But with all due respect mother, you didn't intervene knowing I was walking in the middle of the night doing all of that," She swiftly countered in a reasonable tone. "You didn't allow me and my sister to know anything about the city, or more specifically, who are in there."
Akahana let out a tired breath, conceding Mayumi's deduction. "It is exactly why I want to discuss this privately." She moved to where a nearby shelf, looking at two porcelain vases. One appeared beautifully crafted, cleanly polished with almost no outward flaws. The other is poorly deformed, holes filled the bottom, meaning it has lost the original intended function. "All Kyoshi Warriors, no matter young or old, revere our esteemed founder who created the island and all its beauty. Her teachings allowed mere peasants to be empowered in a world that only values those born into positions of power. But despite majority of us harbor unwavering respect to Kyoshi, there will always be a few that will know the stains which tarnishes a flawless image. Daughter, what would you say would be our founder's greatest mistake?"
Mayumi shook her head, there is nothing taught to her about the founder's failings, even if she taught herself many things others do not know. As a Kyoshi Warrior, to even suggest there is shortcomings in Kyoshi's Avatarhood is blasphemy, bringing shame to herself, her family and damaging her role as a team leader. With such reputation, who would want to be train by her? Sometimes it's better keep quiet and agree than face the consequences of offending others.
"Speak freely, do not fear the Kamuy's reprisals, for spirits are indifferent to human suffering and our worldly concerns." Akahana's reassurance did bring some comfort in to Mayumi. But even still, the daughter's question came out weakly.
"Is it true that the fall of Ba Sing Se are indirectly caused by our founder?" Mayumi spoke, so quiet, it's as if every object in the room is chiming in just to listen. According to the books she found in Hakaru's office, the city was once controlled by the invading Fire Nation. The records detailed that the walls were collapsed from within, and the people were betrayed by the very institution that was meant to protect them. That same organization was formed by Avatar Kyoshi to safeguard the city's cultural heritage, a creation that is made of all nearly unbeatable Earthbending masters who specializes in stealth just like the Kyoshi Warriors.
Although most people on the island would have no clue on the context and who exactly is this organization, the two women are fully aware of this forbidden conversation.
The matron stared deeply at ugly pot on the shelf. Just like a specific group of people, this deformed vase made the other beautiful creation appear unpleasant. But despite both are made by the same potter, the ugly vase was not like this initially, so it cannot claim its hideousness as belonging to the one that made it. While the beautiful vase is well maintained, the other one is an eye sore, a craft that deserves to be shattered so that its very existence can no longer tarnish the name of the potter and the other porcelain.
For a while, Mayumi observed her mother remaining still, fixated on the ugly pottery while halting breathing and other movements. The matron's sharp gaze almost appears stone-like, it's as if she is in a trace. She cannot help but talk out of concern.
"Mother are you alri-"
Smash!
In one swell move, the matron grabbed the repugnant pottery and threw it to the ground. Hardened clay splintered across the mat, taking the other woman by utter surprise.
Akahana then gazed at Mayumi with a look that almost emits killing intent. But it was not malice, but an overprotective instinct that demands the other to act with caution. "Heed this warning daughter, those who tarnishes the founder's legacy do not deserve your amity. Two tree branches stemmed from the same root does not mean they should interconnect. While the lowly cultural guardians of Ba Sing Se may be devised by Kyoshi, that does not mean they represent her will. Those men lack loyalty, honor and respect! Let this be one of the many things you will do on this journey, do not interact with them under any circumstances. Do not talk with them. Do not befriend them. Do not allow them to even know you are in the city. I forbid you from engaging with those dishonorable derelicts in any way!"
The response was strong. Akahana clearly disdains these cultural guardians inside Ba Sing Se. The knowledge of those people is very limited in the village, only few knew about their existence on the other side of the world. Perhaps the leaders before them wish to simply 'forget' about this other group created by the Avatar. Their disgrace lies in their incompetence, failing to act out Kyoshi's goodwill. Unlike the Kyoshi Warriors, who have strongly maintained the teachings and values of the founder, this other organization derailed from her vision, becoming a corrupted creation that is no longer in good grace. But just like how the behavior of subordinates might be perceived as the master's fault, the fact that Kyoshi was responsible for their creation would cause a huge uproar. Widespread knowledge of this debacle may inflict a deep wound into Kyoshi's legacy.
"Mother, if this is what you wanted to talk with me about, shouldn't Satchiko also be in this conversation?" Mayumi asked, who thought it would definitely be prudent to reveal this information about those infamous cultural guardians. Like most Kyoshi Warriors, her own sister is oblivious to the existence of this other group which may or may not be friendly to its 'fellow' organization. But this idea was quickly dismissed by Akahana, who asserts that her second daughter is not ready to receive this truth.
"Your sister admires the founder more than anyone, I do not believe it is wise to tell her this now." Akahana returned to a softer tone, afraid on how her other daughter might react to this inconvenient stain on Kyoshi's legacy. It is also awkward as Akahana is also a prominent member within the order, if she accidentally sowed doubt and disillusion into her own daughter, it would be very damaging to the overall morale and tarnishing the founder's image. The entire society of the island banks their values into Kyoshi, their beloved founder and venerated figure. An attack on her honor is an attack to the people too. "The reason why I chose to confirm this with you is because I believe you are mature enough to handle such truth. Besides, you probably already figured it out without me saying so." She placed a hand on Mayumi's right shoulder. "It is a burden to bear. But remember, do not allow your sister to comprehend their existence. I do not want those who brought shame to our founder's legacy influencing her in any way possible."
It is a legacy that they all want to be as flawless as possible. While it may be disingenuous to brush this tiny controversy under the rug, it's better than letting the whole world know about Avatar Kyoshi's shortcomings in creating an eventually corrupt organization.
Mayumi internalized it. She worries less about the past Avatar's image and more about the wellbeing of her sister. Ba Sing Se may not have wars or threats from bandits, but that does not mean they can fully trust a group that forever stained Kyoshi's achievements. Unlike her and the others, at least the Kyoshi Warriors kept their founder's teachings alive and empowering others.
She nodded as hasty footsteps can be heard near the entrance. Two Kyoshi Warriors rushed in with their metal fans snapped open, alert for any intruders that dare to transgress. Despite both being young trainees who just started to grasp the basics, their firm expressions showcased confidence in the skills passed down by the founder that would otherwise not be taught to normal villagers elsewhere.
"Lady Akahana! Mayumi! Are you two ok?" One of them asked out of consideration. "We heard a sound, what happened here?"
The matron holds a hand up, easing their quick reactivity. It is impressive that mere trainees can act so fast and willing to confront any danger that is unknown to them. Whenever ordinary villagers donned themselves in face paints and lacquered armor, it always pays tribute to the founder who gave them this strength. With each new generation, the culture and tradition are kept alive proudly to honor Kyoshi's contribution to the world. Even if there are flaws, in Mayumi's eye, she is still grateful to be an accomplished Kyoshi Warrior.
"Do not worry girls, it was just an accident," Akahana said to calm their reactivity, directing their attention to the broken vase. Despite being a false alarm, the matron commentated how they exercised their trainings. The two bowed in response, and then slowly exited the room as both older women resumed their talks. It's time to finish this conversation.
"Daughter, I know this is very mouthful, but forgive my nagging just a little bit longer." Akahana stated. "You and your sister came from a proud lineage, one that I cannot overstate just how important it is. But at end it's always about protecting your sister. Glory in war and prestige through battle means nothing in the end. If you want to find honor, let it be discovered in protecting others and us. When I was young, someone important once told me this. The silk threads of our kimono symbolize the brave blood that flows that through our veins. The gold insignia represents our honor. Don't let anyone or anything corrupt it."
Mayumi looked into her mother's eyes. That firmness in the older woman's expression is all it took to convince her. Even without guessing, she knew Akahana have been through many tribulations in the past, there were tragedies even the people of today prefer not to speak, hopefully forgotten.
The task to protect Satchiko is not new to her conviction, but today its importance is reinforced again, this time by her mother. In a few short days, they will venture further than before. While she cannot help but feel excited about the prospect of adventure and visiting distant lands, the notion that danger is waiting for them is never absent. Although Ba Sing Se is a relatively safe city compared to the other Earth Kingdom regions, she cannot help but feel like she is running straight towards death.
Present
The assassin braved through the heavy downpouring rain that is filled across the streets of the Lower Ring. Her boots try to make the water splashes as light as possible, but that can't be done as she is desperately escaping from that alleyway.
She made a few quick turns, and then swiftly run into various parts of the abandoned district that was not marked on her map. Occasionally, she would turn around to peer through the veil to check if there is anyone following her. Although she can sense no one is trailing, in this specific situation, the assassin cannot trust the same instincts accumulated from years of training in the arts of stealth. For the first time in her life, this accomplished Kyoshi Warrior felt uncertain about using intuitions. Usually, they are the ones who ambushes the enemy, taking the foe by surprise and subduing them. But when encountering people who is on par with their skills, she cannot take risks. It's best to avoid them at all costs.
She made another quick turn into a small crack of a random wall. Jumping through it and landed onto an open space she did not expect to encounter. The density of Ba Sing Se and unfamiliarity with the area meant it's easy to lose her way home. Unexpectedly, the location here is Xilou, an area surrounded with old, abandoned cottages and serves as a place for the opera house to display its performances. How can she forget? The performance they attended was phenomenal, worth emotionally crying over even. But unfortunately, she is not here to reminiscent about that stage play.
A thunderous sound boom and then shattered, almost scaring the woman. As someone who grew up in a fishing village, bad weather like this is always frightening, knowing that some poor folk might be lost in the volatile sea if they are out on their fishing boats.
The assassin looked around in all directions. This area is largely abandoned, with only the occasional performance held to entertain the populace. She walked through the empty rows of seats made of stone, passing a collection of instruments that is placed near the stage. Despite the heavy rain have put out the torches, she can still see a zither standing in the designated area with its wooden parts drenched in water. But then again, this one is probably cheaply made for public use. She remembered that this particular instrument was used to signal whenever the character Shu enters the scene, the music was played softer to reflect his character. In the collective minds of many, a key component of Earth Kingdom stage performance lies in the harmony between actors and musicians. Without one complementing the other, both cannot survive.
"What am I doing?" The assassin said to herself. It's a bad habit to sidetrack and focus on trivial interests. She forgotten the dire predicament, knowing that there are Acolytes of San Bao inside the city. Just when it felt somewhat safe after going over those walls, reality smacked the woman, telling her that those cultists are more persistent than expected.
She climbed onto the stage and sheltered herself underneath the opera house's roof. There are a few props and decorations still positioned on the elevated wooden platform. Some mannequins and fake scenery circled the floor forced her to find an empty spot in the center to sit down, exhausted from fighting those fanatical thralls. She pulled out a waterskin and quenched some thirst, but what is more needed now is a solution. So much upheaval has happened. If those fanatical zealots are after them both, then what can be done?
It is a question she does not even know where to start. There is simply too much unknown variables, for this is unfamiliar ground, and they are completely surrounded with enemies that can strike from the dark. She rubbed the eyes and made a loud sigh that is completely covered by the sound of rain. Perhaps the logical step now would be to wait out the weather and think about it later. Thankfully, there is still one advantage they have. Without wearing face paints, she is unrecognizable to Huo. Mayumi took solace in the fact that their identity is not compromised.
She is Takeko, a random dishwasher in Jin's Benevolent Eatery and also works for Shan the famous White Scholar. Her sister is Yuko, a random student in Ba Sing Se university who needs additional help to learn Earthbending. No one will know who they are, and they will play along in this game of deception like everyone else in this city of walls and secret.
Gradually, she curled up into a ground ball, trying to reduce the feeling of coldness as the rain is still downpouring without end. The waiting continued for perhaps ten minutes until the faintest light of the moon is visible through the thick clusters of cloud.
She raised her head upward, hopefully look at the same moon she has always been marveling. Just seeing small snippets of it brought her some sense of comfort. For it is a recurring trait in the family, there is always something special about that large shining sphere hanging in the nightly sky. Her mother would also just stare at it, watching for as long as one hour. It's as if all the worries have become dust carried away by a gentle wind. As the sky continues to rain loudly, the assassin got up and drew the katana out, swinging it methodically with grace. Unlike fighting the thralls earlier, the way she swung the sword now is not stiff in movement. It was gentle and soft. Her body language is in no way suggesting aggression.
It is a sword dance. The assassin felt like she is an actor who utilizes this stage to the fullest potential. She removed the straw hat and veil, then continued to perform using her weapon even more rigorously.
Why is she doing something like this without reason? Perhaps the moon itself is the audience. Or maybe it is a ritual performed to gain the help of the spirits. Nevertheless, this moment of unexplainable action did help the woman to temporarily forget about the difficulties they face in Ba Sing Se.
The moving blade sliced through stray raindrops that was blown onto the stage, gradually washing the blood off the stainless steel as the dancer continued to elegantly dance. The moves are a combination of normal training routines and exaggerated stances, marked with smooth transitions as she gracefully slashed and stab at the surroundings. Although the only symphony that accompanies this moment are the sounds of heavy rain, she nonetheless lost herself in this moment.
If there is one important thing her great grandmother said about facing a desperate predicament, it would never give up on hope. It is believed that a warrior who has deep spirituality can still surmount whatever challenge that awaits her, so the assassin will dance, hoping it can someone reveal a solution through the either the Kamuy or the Avatar's spirit.
Abruptly, a single sound of zither ranged out from the musician area. It interrupted the dance, forcing the woman to quickly assume a defensive posture towards where it came from. She almost let out an audible gasp. Like a thief caught in broad daylight, the dancer reacted instantly, cold blood coursing through the veins as she pointed the blade at a shadow standing next to the zither.
Her breathing hastened. At first, she thought it was due to carelessness, dropping her guard down in the illusion of safety. Yet, despite able to see that shadow in the rain, she cannot sense their presence no matter how much effort was made. It is commonly believed that no one can successfully ambush a member of their order successfully, as they have perfected the arts of stealth taught by the founder. The skills cultivated since she can wield a weapon have helped many times, including quick reactivity and anticipating even the most well-planned sneak attack. But what would happen if the opposing side were trained using the exact arts she has been using? The assassin thought there would never be a chance to confront such peer adversary, but after failing to sense that shadow, she knew that moment is finally coming.
The assassin stepped forward on the stage towards the shadow, blade firmly pointing at him. She knew their name, one that no one in Ba Sing Se dare to utter. But not her. If the story about two potteries made by the same potter have told her anything, it would be that the ugly one would always be smashed into splinters.
"Hello, Dai Li."
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