The Mandate of Heaven

by kaoart

The Avatar stood on a tall hill, looking at the gate of Ba Sing Se slowly being opened. Armies poured out of the gap, with endless soldiers and steeds readied to march upon the corpse of a fractured realm. If a divided Earth Kingdom must bleed to rectify the mistakes of a nation torn asunder, so be it.

27. A Simple Promise

A Ba Sing Se soldier presented a parchment to two generals standing on a tall, sandy hill that overlooked a narrow valley.

One of them carefully unraveled the scroll, mindful of his crippled kneecap.

"So, what does it say?" the other general inquired, brandishing his two-handed spear.

The parchment is a reply letter intended for General Li Zhu'er. The sender, a sworn brother and military commander in Xiao Zhong, promised reinforcements numbering thirty thousand men to rescue the nephew of warlord An Lushan. Even without deeply deciphering the clandestine message, it was clear that these thirty thousand soldiers are passing through the valley, not on a casual gallivanting field trip, but with a purpose.

"Hmph, I see that pig is reaping what he has sown. Idiots like him can blame no one but themselves." The crippled general mocked Li Zhu'er, then handed the parchment to the messenger who would deliver it to the Upper Ring. The high echelons of the grand city would find this letter most useful in the upcoming diplomatic frictions.

For more than twenty years, both Xiao Zhong and Jian Xin had never openly expressed their desire to challenge Ba Sing Se, but that didn't mean they do not secretly harbor ambitions. Under the heavens, almost all warlords during an era of warring states covet the grand jewel of legitimacy. It is the city itself, the seat of the undisputed sovereign, the physical proof for the Mandate of Heaven! It is believed that whoever controls Ba Sing Se will eventually control the entire Earth Kingdom, reuniting the fractured realm under their banner. This cycle has repeated with every dynasty in the past, it will not be different this time.

But for now, this valley would be scorched with the blood of those who dared to cross into Ba Sing Se's land.

"Sun Bin, I am sure that fellow could easily handle thirty thousand foes if we allowed him," the general with the lance jested lightly. "But as members of the council, it is imperative that we repulse all those who transgress Ba Sing Se's sovereignty. Can't let our juniors have all the fame."

"Of course, Tian Ji," Sun Bin replied.

The banners of Ba Sing Se fluttered defiantly in the wind as a large file of Xiao Zhong soldiers snaked into the narrow valley, a vast, dark green sea filling the deep ravine to its brim.

This is the perfect place for an ambush. Countless military treatises from the Earth Kingdom extol the virtues of using such advantageous terrain to vanquish an unsuspecting enemy. A general should wait patiently for the ample opportunity, and strike without hesitation.

"By the way, where is the fellow who tried to deliver the letter?" General Tian Ji asked.

A nearby soldier revealed that the Xiao Zhong messenger is still alive but had lost an arm. Upon hearing this, General Tian Ji ordered the man to be properly tended to.

"It's a futile gesture," Sun Bin said to Tian Ji. "When he learns that losing a piece of paper cost the lives of thousands, I doubt he will be able to live with that."

"We shall see," General Tian Ji chuckled. "We shall see."

General Sun Bin walked with difficulty, his missing kneecap hindering the stride. Yet this impediment did not stop him from demonstrating his prowess as a gifted commander. Standing atop the sandy peak, he waved a triangular flag, directing the distant troops to surround the ravine. Thousands of Ba Sing Se soldiers, their armor gleaming green and gold, swiftly took up positions on the high ground. Earthbenders unleashed a torrent of boulders onto the Xiao Zhong soldiers below, crushing them mercilessly into the earth.

Naturally, the relentless rain of boulders shattered the morale of the thirty thousand Xiao Zhong soldiers. Even more precarious was that the boulders blocked their escape route to Xiao Zhong, leaving the army stranded in Ba Sing Se territory. If they wish to flee through an alternative route, they will have to endure heavy casualties while being pursued.

"Now, let's finish them off," General Tian Ji declared. "The masked fellow should be wrapping things up on his end. It would be improper for someone of my rank to appear less productive."

He and Sun Bin shared a laugh. The opposing Xiao Zhong force had little to celebrate as a massive tide of soldiers wearing green and gold mustered. Despite often being labeled as decadent and lazy for hiding behind massive walls, Ba Sing Se's armies had a reputation for inexperience. Compared to the states constantly warring for supremacy, it is true that the lawmen from the historic capital hadn't seen much combat.

Yet, the Xiao Zhong soldiers found it hard to belittle a Ba Sing Se army twice their number. No matter how much the various petty states on this continent underestimate the grand city, there is no dispute to its formidable manpower.

Guiding his men atop a heavily armored ostrich horse, General Tian Ji led the charge with a fierce determination that radiated through his entire army. His five thousand cavalrymen followed, a formidable wave of steel and muscle ready to break the enemy lines. The air is thick with tension as earthen coins and arrows flew towards the Xiao Zhong host, a prelude to the chaos about to unfold. Amidst this barrage, Sun Bin, the mastermind strategist, issued a decisive command. Shock troops surged forward, aiming to destabilize and disrupt the enemy.

The Terra Team, an elite squad of Earthbenders, entered the fray in spectacular fashion, riding upon waves of earth that moved with the fluidity of water. Their power was unstoppable, movement forming a symphony of destruction. No shield wall could withstand their might. Xiao Zhong soldiers watched in helpless horror as the Earthbenders unleashed devastation, bending immense masses of earth that steamrolled through their ranks. Gigantic earthen pillars erupted from the ground, shattering any phalanx formation that dared to stand in their path, turning organized lines into chaos.

Embodying the philosophy of Neutral Jing, both Tian Ji and Sun Bin read the battlefield with uncanny precision, identifying and exploiting the weaknesses in the Xiao Zhong formation. Tian Ji's leadership was unwavering as he led the Ba Sing Se cavalry in a thunderous charge, puncturing the enemy's front ranks and sowing chaos and discord. Thousands of cavalrymen followed, slamming into the heart of the Xiao Zhong host with the force of a tidal wave, leaving the invaders no choice but to flee for their lives.

The ground quaked incessantly under the weight of the battle. In a single day, Xiao Zhong suffered a devastating loss, its soldiers falling in droves to a neighbor that was not even a sworn enemy. By the end of the morning, two of An Lushan's armies had been obliterated, their remnants scattered like dust. The people of Jian Xin would surely see this victory as a divine intervention, a gift from the heavens themselves.

...

Satchiko and Mayumi sat silently on a war chariot, its wheels creaking as it slowly rolled across the vast, open land. The aftermath of the battle that obliterated Li Zhu'er's army is still fresh in their minds.

Exhaustion weighed heavily on them, dampening even the slightest hint of adventurous spirit. Grateful just to be alive, Mayumi drank from a waterskin with desperate gulps, too drained to reprimand Satchiko for her reckless behavior. The brash decision to confront An Qing'en had nearly cost them everything.

"Don't ever do that again," Mayumi admonished with a weary sigh. "If it weren't for these people, we both would be dead."

Satchiko nodded faintly, her eyes fixed on the dull sands trailing behind the chariot. The somber mood was accentuated by the steady march of soldiers under the command of the Judge of Honghai. Occasionally, she glanced at their faces. Despite their victory, none of the soldiers looked jubilant or interested in celebrating. Their eyes, devoid of the joy of life, stared ahead blankly. Rigid postures making them appear as hollow husks encased in mountain-patterned armor, a faceless horde led by a man who never showed his real face.

The tassels on their polearms fluttered in the light breeze, their ji and dagger-axes still stained with crimson from the battle. As the three thousand-strong army marched through the endless desert, the prisoners walked barefooted, necks chained to the rails of the war chariots. Even General Li Zhu'er was not spared this humiliation. The seasoned Xiao Zhong commander, stripped of his armor, trudged alongside his captured men, humbled and broken.

The relentless sun beat down on their exposed skin, and the frail An Qing'en incessantly bemoaned his predicament. "I am a noble of Xiao Zhong!" the crippled scion pleaded, his voice trembling as he struggled against the chains that bound him to the back of an ostrich horse. "I want to see my uncle! I want to see my uncle! He will make sure that all of you pay for what you have done to me!"

Nearby, a charioteer swung his dagger-axe threateningly close to An Qing'en, the sharp edge glinting dangerously near his jaw. The young scion's screams intensified, a shrill symphony of terror that filled the air despite no actual harm being done. If the charioteer's intent was to silence him through intimidation, it had decidedly backfired.

Fortunately, the incessant noise of An Qing'en's cries was somewhat drowned out by the rhythmic clanking and creaking of the massive war machine that rolled alongside them. Even in their exhausted state, the two Kyoshi Warriors couldn't help but be awestruck by the gigantic steel behemoth. Unlike the other chariots, this one was not drawn by any animal. Instead, it moved on its own, a steel fortress on wheels. Tremors from its advance reverberated through the ground, a testament to its sheer weight and power. Siege bolts that struck it simply bounced off the armored exterior, impervious to the chaos of battle. Despite their curiosity, the sight of hundreds of Xiao Zhong soldiers crushed beneath its relentless progress served as a grim reminder for the horrors of war, obliterating any vestiges of battlefield glory.

"I don't even want to know how they built this thing," Satchiko muttered. "Or who." Her voice tinged with a mix of exhaustion and disbelief. The complexity of the engineering behind the war machine was beyond her comprehension, an enigma she had no desire to unravel.

Mayumi, however, held a different perspective. "It's incredible," she said, her tone reflecting genuine admiration. "The ingenuity and craftsmanship are astonishing."

Satchiko glanced at her sister, surprised. "You actually find this thing impressive?"

"Yes," Mayumi nodding thoughtfully. "It's a marvel of engineering, even if it's used for destruction. Understanding it could teach us a lot."

Having seen little of the outside world, the long, moving steel construct reminded Satchiko of bedtime stories she once believed to be mere fantasies. When they were younger, their mother would lull them to sleep with tales of legendary heroes from their island. Beyond the sagas of Avatar Kyoshi herself, Akahana would recount the adventures of their most recent folk hero, the Kyoshi Warrior who fought during the Hundred Year War. In the past, Satchiko had assumed that the vague descriptions of 'flying ships' and 'giant steel beasts' were simply metaphors. But now, after witnessing the wonders and horrors of their journey, she realized she had underestimated the tales of this past Kyoshi Warrior.

"The girls back home will never believe the things we saw," Satchiko murmured. "They would think we had gone mad." This elongated metal contraption, with its strange wheels and semblance to a moving building, was more surreal than the 'flying ship' they had seen in the state of Shang. Experiencing these marvels shattered her previous assumptions about the world, especially the ones she used to harbor.

This sentiment is likely shared by many rural inhabitants across the vast continent. In comparison to backwater fishing villages or remote farming settlements, the people living behind mighty walls appeared far more organized. They built earthen structures that didn't burn and crafted deadly war machines beyond the comprehension of simple folks. It was haunting to remember that this steel monstrosity alone had claimed the lives of hundreds of Xiao Zhong soldiers effortlessly, without the need for gritty melee combat.

However shocking the presence of the metal war machines, their curiosity was undimmed by the towering beast that loomed among the soldiers. The sisters vividly recalled the creature covered in brown fur, capable of a feat unmatched by any other in nature, which is the art of Earthbending. Encountering a second original master of the four elements is a rare blessing, though Batu had stressed that such creatures dwelled solely underground, making an encounter a true rarity.

"That thing, it's even bigger than the Sky Bison," Satchiko marveled. But her awe soon turned to a disheartening realization, feeling embarrassed that a mere creature outshone her in Earthbending prowess.

Mayumi placed a comforting hand on her sister's shoulder. Initially, she reassured Satchiko that there is no shame in not immediately mastering such innate talent. With dedication, Satchiko could unlock her Earthbending potential, making the rest of their journey comparatively easier.

"Besides, you have other matters to address," Mayumi's tone grew stern, hinting at her disdain for Satchiko's reckless behavior. Satchiko dared not meet her sister's gaze, the prospect of argument even more daunting. "What do you have to say for yourself after I explicitly ordered you not to endanger your life?"

"S-sorry," Satchiko stammered, attempting to temper her timidity.

The presence of the three thousand Ba Sing Se soldiers likely tempered Mayumi's inclination to be even stricter. While they are sisters, Mayumi's seniority meant her authority carried more weight than that of a typical trainee.

Despite the discomfort of their situation, Satchiko remained sympathetic to her sister's burden. While her actions to aid fleeing refugees from Xiao Zhong soldiers had been both brave and self-interested, luck had once again intervened in her favor. As for the border soldiers who confronted An Qing'en, not a single one had survived. Their own survival wasn't due to divine intervention or martial prowess, but simply chance, a stroke of fortune that had spared them for a second time, narrowly averting dire consequences.

Yet, Satchiko felt that this time was different. Though powerless against the overwhelming force of the Xiao Zhong soldiers, her intervention hadn't felt in vain. She provided ample opportunities for the refugees to escape, saving many that would have been killed. But it is also true that this endeavor almost costed their lives.

"I swear upon my name and the honor of our family that something like this won't happen again," Satchiko vowed, meeting Mayumi's gaze.

However, her attempt to evoke the honor of their clan didn't sway her older sister. On the contrary, Mayumi gently warned the young Kyoshi Warrior of the consequences. As the elder sibling, she felt compelled to emphasize the audacity of risking their family's reputation, launching into a lecture about their humble yet esteemed lineage.

Despite owning nothing but a humble wooden hut in a village often overlooked on maps, the sisters are burdened by the weight of their lineage. Descended from a long line of respected figures, their ancestors included talented Kyoshi Warrior duelists and revered village leaders who had shaped the island's history. Their grandfather had served as the previous chief of their small community, and their mother is considered the strongest Kyoshi Warrior of their era. To further cement their family's esteemed reputation, they are direct descendants of the village's folk hero, a prestigious Kyoshi Warrior from generations past.

Because their family has produced so many respected figures, some islanders even speculated that their distinct brown hair is a sign of their blood relation to the founder herself, though their family's genealogy book did not trace back to the island's creation. The unsophisticated folks of Kyoshi Island had only recently adopted the practice of documenting lineage from the mainland, with many of the older generations still unable to read and write.

"You can't just invoke our family's name in vain," Mayumi insisted, her voice firm. "We don't live in grand palaces, and we're certainly not nobles with personal fiefdoms. In fact, we're not even wealthy." She took a long gulp from the waterskin, quenching her thirst before continuing. "What I mean to say is, our family's prestige wasn't earned through wealth. We're simply a lineage of ordinary folks who contribute to the village as best we can. Trust me, sister, breaking a promise won't earn your respect."

Satchiko absorbed her sister's words, feeling the weight of their family's legacy press upon her. As a child, she had reveled in playing pretend games, imitating the tales of Avatar Kyoshi. But experiencing the harsh realities of massive battles firsthand was far less romantic than the stories had portrayed.

Far from being a deity capable of shattering Heaven and Earth, the young warrior lamented their mortality. While their revered founder, Avatar Kyoshi, had single-handedly defeated Chin the Conqueror and his overwhelming army, the only reward for her own youthful audacity was simply escaping the consequences. This is a luxury denied to the dead Ba Sing Se border guards.

"So, little sister, do you promise?" Mayumi extended her pinkie finger, surprising Satchiko with this gesture.

To the untrained eye, it might seem like a trivial 'pinkie swear' between playful children. But among Kyoshi Warriors, this simple gesture held profound significance, its meaning determined by the relationship between the two individuals. As a member of this esteemed order, Satchiko understood the gravity of the pledge. If she is truly committed to avoiding reckless behaviors in the future, there would be no need to fear the consequences.

Satchiko swallowed hard, intimidated by Mayumi's unwavering gaze. Her older sister is determined to keep her safe, even resorting to a firm tactic to enforce a promise. Though Satchiko wasn't sure what would happen to someone who broke this seemingly harmless ritual, she had good reasons not to test Mayumi's patience. Whether being forced to swallow a thousand needles was a metaphor or not remained unclear, and she had no desire to find out.

But forcing people to swallow metal needles is the favored execution method of Lady Oiwa, who practiced it on captured pirates and unfaithful spouses. The fact that this is the same woman who cradled an infant Satchiko in her arms and doted on a pet cat underscored the lesson that a Kyoshi Warrior should never be repeatedly disrespected.

Reluctantly, Satchiko raised her pinkie finger, but her trembling hand hindered it from reaching Mayumi's. Perhaps it is exhaustion from the earlier battle, or perhaps even a naive teenager like herself understood that this promise would not be easily kept. How could she sit idly by, hiding while innocent people are being killed? In her eyes, that is cowardice, a betrayal of her dream to become a fully realized Kyoshi Warrior.

Yet, there is still merit to Mayumi's perspective. She knew that risking her own family for the sake of outsiders wasn't the most pragmatic choice. Satchiko hesitated, slowly inching her hand closer to make the pinkie promise. Just before their fingers could touch, a loud shout rang out from the front of the column. Their chariot halted abruptly, nearly throwing them to the wooden floor.

After regaining their balance, Satchiko and Mayumi noticed that the five charioteers in the vehicle were entirely uninterested in their conversation. They stood like terracotta statues, gripping their dagger-axes tightly. The announcement from the head of the column had brought the entire army to a halt, with soldiers and ostrich horses frozen in rigid formations.

Five regular Ba Sing Se soldiers rode towards them, bearing the city's insignia on their banner. The leader of this group greeted the general and his main officers with a fist and palm salute, then proceeded to report that nearby garrisons had sent reinforcements to the battlefields, tasked with cleaning up the dead bodies of the Xiao Zhong intruders. Depending on the circumstances, the families of the fallen might be able to retrieve them.

"General Tian Ji and General Sun Bin have repulsed the Xiao Zhong reinforcements," the messenger stated.

"Anything else?" Qibi Heli asked.

"We recovered the bodies of our men," the border soldier replied, a faint tinge of sadness in his voice.

While the casualties from the morning border skirmish might seem minuscule compared to the bloodbath drenching this war-torn continent, the deaths of Ba Sing Se lawmen would always plague the families within the city's walls. Staying out of the war between Jian Xin and Xiao Zhong had not guaranteed their safety, especially as this conflict occasionally spiraled out of control.

The Judge of Honghai reined in his towering ostrich warhorse and handed a rolled parchment tied with light green strings to the messenger. Without a word, the messenger sped off towards Ba Sing Se, which lay beyond the horizon.

Mayumi narrowed her eyes, noticing a structure just ten li away. It is a series of fortified stone encampments and towers bristling with mounted crossbows. As the Judge of Honghai's army continued its disciplined march, they soon arrived at the military installation. The checkpoint is manned by a thousand Ba Sing Se soldiers, many stationed on turrets, ready to repel bandits and hostile forces from other states.

"Is this the wall of Ba Sing Se?" Satchiko asked in awe, noting that the walls are much higher than those they had encountered in the states of Yi and Shang. "It's enormous!"

Indeed, these walls are three times the height of those found elsewhere on the continent. As they passed through the heavily fortified gate, the Judge of Honghai presented a fish-shaped military tally to the officer in charge, who then allowed his three thousand men to pass.

Noticeably, the mood of the Ba Sing Se soldiers is far from friendly. News of the border guards butchered by An Qing'en seems to have already reached them. This is further confirmed when the two sisters see the entrance to a barracks courtyard, where many dismembered and unrecognizable bodies are laid on the ground as soldiers grieve. Grown men cry with boundless sorrow, recognizing friends or relatives among the corpses that could not even stay in one piece. Satchiko covers her ears, perhaps not wishing to be burdened by their grief.

"Arrest the prisoners," the outpost officer ordered. "We will transfer these vagrants to the outer walls at night."

Captured Xiao Zhong soldiers, including Li Zhu'er and the wretched An Qing'en, are shoved into steel cages. An Qing'en is ensnared by metal chains. The moment the youthful scion is thrown into a cage, he instantly crawled to the corner to avoid the surrounding soldiers, who threatened to skewer him with spears.

"Oi, don't forget who caught it," Qibi Heli reminded the guards. "Only the hunter who brought back the carcass should decide how the meat is cooked."

The Judge of Honghai and a portion of his soldiers gradually retrieved large buckets to douse themselves with water. The arduous process of collecting from stone wells is repetitive, aiming to wash off the obvious stains of blood from armor and shields, mostly by pouring water over their heads. Humans are not the only ones subjected to this, the gleaming armor of ostrich horses and the fake tusks of the Badgermole are also cleaned, wiping off the red stains. Of course, the most eye-catching war machine also needs some wiping. Water is splashed onto the front metal hull of the slithering vessel, cleansing the bloodstains off the iconic coin insignia.

The Judge of Honghai remained motionless as two elite cavalrymen meticulously poured buckets of water over him, cleansing the blood from his ornate armor adorned in gold and green. One of the soldiers even took extra care to wipe away the stains from the stylishly folded neck guards, meticulously erasing the blood from the steel curvatures. The water cascaded over the glaive, causing the giant blade to gleam brightly in the sun.

As this routine procedure neared completion, Satchiko's attention was drawn to a group of outpost guards carrying two bodies on stretchers. She nearly gasped as she recognized the familiar faces.

Pierced by countless arrows from head to toe, the lifeless bodies of the Ba Sing Se soldiers lay still, their unblinking eyes fixed on the heavens. Among them was none other than Bai Ju and his uncle. Their deaths weighed heavily on the young Kyoshi Warrior.

As the two corpses were brought into the courtyard, Bai Ju's pudao slipped from his cold grasp, the blade making a soft thud as it struck the ground, now nothing more than another lifeless piece of metal that had lost its master. Satchiko stared at the weapon, struggling to come to terms with the scene before her.

Without realizing it, she instinctively clenched her fists, overwhelmed with fear and sorrow. The unjust killing of the girl named Suan Ming had already left her traumatized, and the sight of the battlefield corpses had nearly driven her to madness. But witnessing the selfless Bai Ju's brutal demise is a new level of horror she was not yet prepared to confront.

Sensing the hesitation in Satchiko's breath, Mayumi placed a comforting hand on her sister's shoulder. She decided to offer words of condolence, but also took the opportunity to reinforce her own beliefs.

"You saw how his uncle tried desperately to save him, but even with his best efforts, there are no guarantees," Mayumi spoke slowly, hoping Satchiko would grasp the harsh reality. "That young soldier may have tried to help others, accepting death as a possible outcome, but he selfishly neglected his uncle's concerns. And now, they both lie dead."

Satchiko had no rebuttal to Mayumi's straightforward words. The sight of the slain nephew and uncle dulled the faint glimmer of heroism that once fueled her aspiration to emulate Avatar Kyoshi. While deeply affected by their deaths, Satchiko still clung to the belief that deliberate acts of helping others is morally necessary as a Kyoshi Warrior. Yet, she resisted the urge to debate the virtues of self-sacrifice, knowing that the reasons for refraining are ones she wasn't ready to openly acknowledge.

A sudden cry from a woman drew their attention. The tearful mother stumbled into the barrack courtyard, nearly collapsing at the sight of Bai Ju's lifeless body. Soldiers rushed to support her, catching her by the arms as her legs weakened. She sank to the ground, gently caressing her son's motionless face, perhaps clinging to the hope that he might spring back to life.

The two Kyoshi Warriors watched in silence, particularly Satchiko, who couldn't tear her eyes away from the heartbreaking scene.

"What happened to them could easily have happened to us," Mayumi said solemnly. "Our lives don't belong only to ourselves. I'm sure you wouldn't want to put Mother and Father through the grief of mourning our deaths."

It was a troubling thought. Without the support of their fellow Kyoshi Warriors, they are much more susceptible to injury or death. After carefully considering Mayumi's words, Satchiko found herself unable to bear the idea of causing her parents such anguish. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to openly abandon her instinct to help others, even at her own risk.

"Civilians! What are you doing here without supervision?" A soldier clad in dark armor called out to the pair. Though his armor differed, the green tassel flowing from his helmet signaled that there is no cause for alarm. The mounted officer approached them, demanding to know their intentions.

As usual, Mayumi took the lead in the conversation, expressing gratitude for the Judge of Honghai's timely intervention and escorted them to the walls of Ba Sing Se.

The lieutenant appeared puzzled. "The wall? This is just a small checkpoint."

The two Kyoshi Warriors were taken aback by his response, prompting Satchiko to immediately inquire on the whereabouts of Ba Sing Se's actual walls.

"You should be well aware that there are no palaces and teahouses in this area," the lieutenant replied harshly. "We have yet to reach the city itself."

Upon hearing the lieutenant's statement, Satchiko's gaze immediately shifted to the towering walls of the outpost. They stood as an impressive stone fortification, taller than any they had encountered guarding state capitals throughout their journey. If this wasn't the wall of Ba Sing Se, then just how immense are the official bastion itself?

Mayumi followed Satchiko's gaze, noting the watchtowers positioned along the outpost wall. Like those in the state of Shang, these beacon towers were built to alert defenders within the city. It was evident that this fort, surrounded by desert, paled in comparison to the grandeur of the historical capital for the now fractured Earth Kingdom.

As they once again boarded the chariot, Satchiko's attention was drawn to a familiar figure seated on a nearby bench. Clad in light green armor and surrounded by five Ba Sing Se soldiers, the man appeared weakened, his injuries bandaged under multiple layers.

"Liu Song?" Satchiko called out, descending from the chariot to confirm if this was indeed the same individual who had attempted to kill An Qing'en. "You're still alive?"

"You know this man?" one of the soldiers inquired. "When we were recovering the bodies of our comrades, we found him half buried in the sand. Don't know what spirits he prayed to, but it seems they answered."

Severely injured and unable to speak, Liu Song managed a small, forced smile, seemingly finding solace in the sight of his enemies confined behind bars. However, even his miraculous survival did not warrant celebration. As a Jian Xin soldier, his presence in Ba Sing Se required official clearance, a luxury he did not possess.

"Hey!" Jang snapped, noticing the Kyoshi Warriors lingering outside the chariot. "We're headed to the city itself. What's with the hesitation?"

Once again, Mayumi stepped in, offering apologies and urging Satchiko onto the vehicle, assuring her that Liu Song would not be harmed.

In light of the day's events, being detained by a third-party state seemed far preferable to falling victim to Jian Xin's deadliest foe. Yet, as previously mentioned, Liu Song's fate hung precariously in the balance, subject to the whims of shifting alliances and borders.

"Let's go, sister," Mayumi suggested, her tone grave. "Remember, this isn't Kyoshi Island. Our name and status carry little weight here."

As the Judge of Honghai and the remaining soldiers resumed their march, Satchiko cast one last glance at the courtyard strewn with the dead. The sound of grieving echoed from beyond the walls. Though her sister's words might have sounded harsh and self-serving, but there is wisdom in avoiding actions that could inflict such sorrow on their parents.

Satchiko's voice was barely above a whisper as she confessed, "I miss our friends."

...

The great wall is massive.

Perhaps there is no greater understatement when describing a structure built by mortal hands. To suggest that this bastion was the divine creation of deities would still diminish the enormity of its size. Both Satchiko and Mayumi felt minuscule in its presence, once believing that such a colossal structure was mere fantasy. Yet here they stood, beholding a wall that rivaled natural mountains in its ambition to touch the heavens themselves. Compared to their humble village with its wooden lodges, they couldn't even begin to comprehend the methods employed in the construction of Ba Sing Se's walls.

Satchiko couldn't help but gape, rubbing her eyes to ensure she wasn't mistaken about the structure's size. The long, dense lines of refugees heading towards the wall only emphasized its magnitude. With tens of thousands of people gathered at its base, the young teenager was further astounded. Somehow, she had still underestimated the height of this earthen bastion.

"This is the largest structure in the world," Mayumi remarked in awe. "But even I didn't expect it to be this massive. Not even Chin the Conqueror himself could breach that wall."

Satchiko wiped a single bead of sweat from her forehead, still reeling from the astonishment. Compared to the wooden palisades surrounding her village, this colossal wall seemed like a natural part of the landscape. Yet, its existence proved that it was possible for mere mortals to shape the world to their liking, a feat often attributed to powerful Avatars.

"How did they even build something like this?" Satchiko asked, her voice filled with wonder.

Mainland builders are indeed more organized and skilled in architecture, far surpassing the craftsmen of Kyoshi Island when it came to working with earthen materials. But Satchiko had always assumed that there is a limit to how much humans could bend the natural world to their will. Today, that expectation had been raised much higher.

Despite their admiration for the great wall of Ba Sing Se, they couldn't ignore the vast throngs of ordinary people fleeing their ancestral homelands. Columns of refugees were packed to the brim with individuals from all walks of life. Distinguished by various shades of green and brown, the refugees weren't solely comprised of Jian Xin and Xiao Zhong. Many hailed from other states, mainly peasants who had brought their families and whatever provisions they could carry to aid them on their arduous journey. Ethnic minorities could also be discerned by their unique styles of clothing, and with the land under the heavens ravaged by countless wars, not even they were spared from the endless carnage.

As the Judge of Honghai led his army toward the gate, it became a grand procession that caught the attention of many. From the moment they were noticed, it was evident that tales of the Battle of Honghai had transcended the borders of Ba Sing Se.

Despite the refugees hailing from states both near and far, word of the epic battle had spread throughout the Earth Kingdom. The masses often revered their folk heroes, celebrating those renowned for their strength and courage. However, the peasantry held an even greater admiration for those who embodied sagely virtues, for even the mightiest warriors would be vilified if they proved immoral and cruel to the common people.

In an era plagued by countless civil wars, the petty and savage conflicts between various warlords had only brought suffering to the defenseless masses. It was during desperate times like these that tales of moral righteousness triumphing over evil gained popularity, especially in a continent overrun by hordes of pillaging bandits. Whatever imagination the Battle of Honghai had sparked, it had undoubtedly earned the admiration of the peasantry, who had endured the consequences of a false god's incompetence.

The gleaming armor of the army further captivated the curious refugees, their eyes drawn to the flags and tassels fluttering in the wind. The methodical marching and heavy stomping of the soldiers intimidated some onlookers, while the countless polearms and towering ostrich horses made for a spectacle display of raw power. At the head of it all rode the general himself, clad in glistening armor adorned with plates and golden mountain pattern lamellar. It was as if a living deity lay beneath that suit, wielding a weapon that none could effectively swing.

Satchiko noticed that some of the young boys among the countless refugees were excited to see the Judge of Honghai, likely having heard tales of the battle to protect the Western Air Temple and harboring dreams of emulating that feat.

Upon sharing this observation with Mayumi, her older sister produced a small smile. "Aren't you the same? You might be a girl, but even you dream of being a warrior like the ones in mother's stories."

Just like the little boys who dreamed of becoming generals themselves, Satchiko harbored ambitions to become an ideal warrior according to her own standards. Like most Kyoshi Warriors, she idolized Avatar Kyoshi, the paragon and founder of their island. The wooden statue in their village embodied the Avatar's strength and continued protection over the island. As a disciple of this great figure, Satchiko aspires to become a defender who fearlessly safeguarded their village. Perhaps all those years of finding excitement in defeating seafaring marauders had not prepared her for the massive battles that plagued the mainland. It is now evident that she is far more comfortable fighting on her own home turf, where the support of her fellow sisters could always be relied upon.

"I suppose those little boys haven't witnessed a real battle yet," Satchiko remarked quietly, understanding the grim fate awaiting those who experienced the horrors of the world firsthand. Confronted with the gruesome reality, a battlefield offered no glory or honor, only suffering remained constant. Wars in the mainland Earth Kingdom are not simple pirate raids, and those who suffered the worst consequences could never regain their former selves.

The young Kyoshi Warrior glanced once again at the charioteers beside them. Their eyes remained unfazed. Unlike the fervor of battle earlier, most of the soldiers under the Judge of Honghai now wore dull expressions, their faces revealing little emotion. It is reasonable to assume that each of these heavily armored men harbored pasts they did not wish to share, knowing that a realm torn by war could produce countless unspeakable tragedies that uprooted even more lives.

As they advanced closer to the great wall's gate, the Judge of Honghai was greeted by a robed official and many ordinary soldiers of the city. The process of allowing so many refugees through the gate was long and arduous, requiring extensive documentation by literate members of the bureaucracy. Procedures such as recording names, family members, skills or trades, and the origin of their state were all meticulously compiled. Most are artisans or farmers, but a few scholars also sought entry into Ba Sing Se. With so many people fleeing their own states, it is no wonder some leaders viewed the city with suspicion. Absorbing fleeing peasants and talented scholars uncontrollably weakened other states while enriching Ba Sing Se. Without even waging wars, the grand city attracted many citizens seeking the safety of its walls, as peace is far more favorable than facing the threat of bandits or pillaging soldiers.

The process was lengthy, with some soldiers forced to punish unruly refugees who grew impatient. The Kyoshi Warriors even witnessed a group of guards excessively torching a cart of cabbages after discovering invasive slugs.

Satchiko remained silent as curious glances were occasionally cast in their direction. Perhaps it was their eye-catching face paint that led many to mistake them for theater performers. Traveling alongside the soldiers, they were fortunate enough to bypass the endless lines of refugees seeking entry through the gate.

A segment of the giant wall opened, seemingly manipulated by Earthbenders standing on the battlements who controlled the earthen gate with their bending alone. With this completed, the entire army of the general gradually filed through the gap, entering a shadowed area before emerging on the other side.

Satchiko was initially surprised. Having grown accustomed to the desert environment, she was taken aback by the greenery within the walls. What was even more surprising is the vast farmlands of rice paddies, wheat, and millet, crops rarely seen in such abundance back on Kyoshi Island. Additionally, it seemed the locals are expecting the soldiers' return.

With thunderous cheers and triumphant chanting, crowds of farmers and peasants gathered on both sides of the road as the Judge of Honghai entered the city. Words of praise filled the air, with many expressing deep adulation for the general and his soldiers. Satchiko glanced at them, witnessing the admiration the common people held for the Judge of Honghai. As expected of the man who protected the Western Air Temple, the people of Ba Sing Se were fortunate to have such a peerless hero among their ranks. It is evident that the man behind the mask had accumulated considerable renown and fame in an age plagued by warlordism, especially for his instrumental role in the defeat of the corsair leader Anguta.

Satchiko leaned her head slightly outside of the chariot's rails, observing that the general himself showed no signs of enjoying the adulation. Bundles of flowers were thrown at him, but they simply bounced off his glistening armor. Even more peculiar is the behavior of the soldiers, who deliberately ignored the onlookers as they marched across the road. Any young women who tried to offer flowers were met with apathy.

Despite the cold response from the Judge of Honghai's soldiers, this didn't deter many onlookers from openly praising the general. Mayumi remarked that earning recognition from the masses wasn't easy, as an individual must perform significant feats to earn their respect.

"Such is the life of an Earth Kingdom general who has obtained fame," Mayumi said. "But remember, even that is only accessible after countless dances with death."

"Like a hero from a book," Satchiko added, her gaze fixed on the metal-clad figure.

This unusual response prompted Mayumi to become slightly wary, knowing that such words weren't typical of her younger sister's tomboyish demeanor. There were rare moments when Satchiko didn't act like a normal teenager.

Surrounded by nothing but farmlands, Satchiko and Mayumi traveled with the army until they arrived at a large ornate building. Long, slithering steel carts chained together entered and exited this structure. Whatever this place may be, there is no shortage of people escaping from the rest of the Earth Kingdom.

Filled with soldiers and administrative officers, the newly arrived were separated based on their status. Merchants are allowed passage straight to the Lower Ring, their caravans continuing on their journey of trade. Scholars are immediately ushered through, some even given carriages escorted by Ba Sing Se soldiers. For the vast majority, impoverished peasants are assigned to stay within the Agrarian Zone. However, what confused the two Kyoshi Warriors, especially Mayumi, is what the administration officials are giving to the escaping peasants.

"Here is the deed to the land," the official said in a bored voice, likely tired of the mundane task. "Crop seeds, livestock, and farming tools will be delivered eventually, so expect them in three days." She handed the parchment from behind the table, which the farmer and his family received with deep gratitude. Before the grateful man could properly thank the civil servant for her supposed generosity, a guard nudged them aside to allow the next family to approach.

"For free?" Mayumi raised an eyebrow incredulously.

Regardless of her sentiment, the charioteers informed them that this is where they should disembark. As the two of them complied, they watched as the entire army marched out of view. Left to navigate the intimidating bureaucracy themselves, the two sisters were nonetheless overwhelmed by the sheer number of refugees waiting to be allowed passage. Luckily, they are not alone, familiar faces once again appeared before them.

"Batu!" Satchiko spotted the little boy rushing towards them. Two older nomad warriors attempted to follow the child but were too exhausted. Hunter Jargal and the giant bare-chested brute only managed a few steps before slowing down to pant.

The young nomad expressed relief that they had made it to safety, even apologizing for not remaining behind to fight.

"Trust me, it is not in your interest to do that," Mayumi advised the impulsive Airbender, who is always eager to prove his worth. "A battlefield is no place for impetuous juveniles."

Satchiko felt slightly targeted by that statement, but thankfully her sister is preoccupied by the sighting of another familiar individual.

Sarangerel also arrived, easing her worried expression upon seeing the two Kyoshi Warriors unharmed. She informed them that the Khan and the entire tribe had already been guided by another official toward the city's center area. Due to their connections with the Xiao Zhong scholar, it seemed that escorting the man had helped curry favor with whoever was administering from the Upper Ring.

"Oh, and thank you for alerting those border guards," Sarangerel said with hesitation and guilt. "I must have placed both of you in great danger." She then presented a bag of food as gifts, containing a large wheel of cheese and two jars of fermented drink, all produced with Sky Bison milk.

Mayumi graciously accepted the gifts but deliberately spared the details of what had happened during the day's battle. The only news she dared to share was the defeat of the Xiao Zhong pursuers, who had mostly perished. Naturally, the gruesome details of limbs and innards being spilled apart is not the most enticing topic for conversation.

"Sarangerel, please send word to the Khan that we are grateful for their aid," Mayumi said. "My sister and I will surely repay them if given the opportunity."

"But what will your people do in Ba Sing Se?" Satchiko also inquired of the nomads.

Sarangerel answered maturely. Just like in the state of Shang, the Kheshig would attempt to establish trade here, especially finding a replacement businessman interested in buying Sky Bison wool. As for the boys, their priorities are certainly more self-serving, one more comedic than the other.

"I want to master my Airbending," Batu declared. "Just like how you are going to learn Earthbending here, I also need to work hard to improve my own skills."

"Then it's a promise we will both keep," Satchiko said with a smile. The little stubby boy also apologized for the turtle duck incident, even promising to swear off hunting defenseless creatures.

The towering brute with the mace on his shoulder didn't say much. Batu clarified that the man's gesture of pointing at his opened maw meant he wished to taste the world-famous Ba Sing Se braised duck, a dish that had earned a prestigious reputation even on the other side of the continent.

"You might want to lower some of your expectations," Mayumi chuckled while advising the towering brute. "You see, the people of Ba Sing Se like to be elegant, even when eating. So, you probably wouldn't be chewing large amounts of meat to your heart's content."

It was a reminder that members of the Ba Sing Se gentry preferred wrapping the turtle duck skin with steamed pancakes, which may not satisfy those who craved meat in large volumes. But this method of wrapping the meat allowed high-class women to enjoy the dish without opening their mouths too wide.

"Hey, just because he is big doesn't mean he can't be a gentleman," Batu came to the brute's righteous defense. The brute laughed like a child. Since he never spoke a single word, the two Kyoshi Warriors assumed that this nomad warrior was born mute.

But this trivial conversation was slowly interrupted when they noticed Jargal, who is standing on a rock while staring across the horizon. He is holding a wildflower, smelling it before reciting a poorly made love poem.

The lyrics didn't even rhyme.

"Oh, will there be any maidens of Ba Sing Se who would be in love with a poor hunter like me?" He deeply sniffed the flower, trying to pose in what seemed to be a romantic gesture, with questionable effect. "Oh, Ba Sing Se, where the girls are the prettiest in the world, wouldn't you pity a man who never saw the sea?"

The other three nomads grimaced at this utter embarrassment. Batu seemed to hiss in pain, and Sarangerel even apologized.

"Don't worry, I guess he's just enamored," Mayumi offered some understanding. "Who knows, he might actually meet someone special here."

Sarangerel quickly dismissed that notion. "He's delusional," she corrected. "With his cooking skills, no prison wardens would want to employ him. Even the cruelest jailers would have a shred of mercy."

Satchiko suddenly chimed in, asserting that only her sister deserved the title as the most beautiful person in the world. This prompted Sarangerel to chuckle but also drew Mayumi's utter embarrassment.

"I am flattered, but perhaps this is a more... subjective opinion," Mayumi said humbly. "My meager appearances are no competition to the fine ladies of Ba Sing Se."

"But-"

Mayumi covered Satchiko's mouth before further childish words could be espoused. Utilizing this opportunity, the older sister also inquired about how outsiders are perceived within the city. Sarangerel's answer did not offer much usefulness, as Ba Sing Se isn't fundamentally different when compared to most cities on this continent. As long as the local laws are respected, reprisals could only come unexpectedly. But there was one rather pointless detail when they encountered local farmers who mistook them for Airbending monks. An elder strangely offered them some fruits in exchange for performing funeral rites on her recently deceased husband. Her family apologized, as they are aware that not all Airbenders are monks from the elusive Air Temples.

There was a time in ancient days when the rare sighting of Airbenders across the Earth Kingdom was considered a sign of good fortune. It was a worthy blessing for ordinary folks, who perceived the monastic ascetics as wise and knowledgeable in spiritual matters. Thus, they used to allow the monks from the original four temples to bless newborns and recite sutras, even listening to the foreign incantations to bestow better yields for crops. Those days when the laypeople around the continent would show hospitality to the old Air Nomads are now long gone, as their supposed Airbending successors would never come close to forgoing their earthly attachments.

To conclude this parting, Mayumi bowed low to them, with Satchiko quickly following her sister's example.

"I cannot thank you all enough," Mayumi emphasized. "Without your help, this journey would not have been possible. So, this gratitude is the least we can do."

Sarangerel quickly raised their shoulders, insisting that this sincere formality wasn't necessary. "It's fine. Besides, our people still need to find another wool buyer after what happened back in Hao Jing. It's fortunate that we can both fulfill our goals at the same time."

Both sides parted ways after saying their goodbyes. As Mayumi and Satchiko walked toward the officials, the older sister deeply breathed the fresh air around them. As trivial as it may be, enjoying the atmosphere of the Agrarian Zone felt like a hard-earned reward. After risking their lives and playing with danger, they finally made it to the city of Ba Sing Se. This success also brought relief to the older sister, who could loosen her tensed muscles, knowing that there are no lunatic zealots chasing them around here. The only concern for the responsible sibling is to navigate an unfamiliar bureaucracy, a meticulous and daunting process that is arduous even for a village chief's daughter.

"We finally made it," Mayumi's red lips curved into a smile. "It is fortunate that Aunt Meng didn't lie." With the great weight of accompanying Satchiko to Ba Sing Se taken off her shoulders, she became far more optimistic. "But remember, sister, this isn't our village. Folks do things differently here." Mayumi scanned the officials sitting behind tables, who are conducting a census on the refugee numbers and delegating people to respective temporary settlements. "We were supposed to arrive on a designated ship. But since we are using the route of these refugees, there is no choice but to-"

Mayumi realized that Satchiko is standing motionlessly, with part of the face paint being eroded by two trails of tears flowing across both cheeks. While the iconic disguise could effectively mask their identity, some things that are harder to hide.

Mayumi closed in with a comforting hug. "There is no need to shed tears now. No one is going to harm us here. Remember, there is no war in Ba Sing Se."

"S-sorry, it's just that I am so glad we are finally here." Satchiko struggled to talk, wiping the tears from her face.

The unfortunate consequence of this journey meant Satchiko had to suffer the horrors that plague the continent. What was supposed to be a simple trip to study under Ba Sing Se's Earth Sages had turned into a life-and-death quagmire that nearly cost their own lives.

"Are we very safe here?" Satchiko asked with tremendous reluctance.

Mayumi spoke quietly, assuring the young Kyoshi Warrior that there is truly nothing to be afraid of within these walls. Compared to the wars and disasters that plague the remaining mainland, everything within this great bastion is secure.

Yet, the older sister never gave a firm answer to Satchiko. Indeed, within these walls, there is relative peace, as nothing could ever come close to the horrors throughout the rest of this war-ravaged continent.

...

The nighttime ambiance of Ba Sing Se differed greatly from the tranquil shores of their island home. Though the rhythmic lull of waves was absent, the gentle chorus of fireflies wove a serene melody through the air, casting an enchanting glow over the city.

Led by officials responsible for their accommodation, the sisters were directed to a colossal, circular edifice sculpted entirely from earth. Rising multiple stories high, its imposing facade comprised a fusion of granite, limestone, and compacted soil. Such structures are a marvel to Mayumi, who is in awe at their abundance across the Agrarian Zone, often clustered together in sprawling complexes. Each tulou dwarfed anything their modest Kyoshi Island community could conceive, capable of housing populations surpassing their entire village.

"Here, I brought you dinner," Mayumi announced, ascending the stairs to their humble quarters.

Satchiko leaned against the weathered wooden railing, her gaze fixed upon the courtyard below. Gratefully accepting the bowl of steaming rice porridge, she noticed tender slices of cabbage adorning the simple fare. In the state of Yi, she once scorned such humble meals, lamenting the congee's lack of flavor and variety compared to meat dishes. Yet, confronted with the harsh realities of existence in the Earth Kingdom, she had come to appreciate the nourishment and sustenance they provided.

"Thank you, big sis," Satchiko said, her chopsticks already dancing over the bowl, not a single grain of rice escaping her voracious appetite.

Meanwhile, Mayumi savored her own meal in a manner approved by their strict mother, casting occasional glances toward the courtyard where a vibrant scene unfolded.

Below them, children darted and dashed, their laughter echoing off the walls. Toys is a luxury here. Instead, they made do with rocks, each one imbued with the magic of their imagination. The rules of their games are a mystery to the Kyoshi Warriors, but the harmony of their play was unmistakable. Amidst the dusty ground, their clothes painted a kaleidoscope of colors, each hue representing a different journey, a different story of survival and hope in this bustling city.

"It might sound a bit lofty, but wouldn't it be wonderful if we all embraced each other like those kids down there?" Satchiko mused, her gaze fixed on the playful scene below. In their innocent camaraderie, she glimpsed a vision of a world untainted by the divisions that plagued the fractured realm. Yet, even as she indulged in this dream, the harsh reality of conflict lingered in her thoughts. The sight of children at play juxtaposed with the memory of soldiers slaughtering each other. Though she acknowledged the complexities that fueled such conflicts, her heart yearned for a simpler, kinder existence for all.

It's almost as if the sole reason to their feud is the result of the clothes they wear.

Mayumi silently savored the last spoonful of her congee, her thoughts drifting to the weight of responsibility that rested upon their shoulders. Once her bowl was empty, she gently nudged Satchiko, a subtle reminder to the importance of focusing on what they could control rather than indulging in lofty aspirations. "Having grand ambitions is rather pointless if you can't fulfil lesser demands."

Satchiko let out a soft sigh, a tacit acknowledgment of her past impulsiveness and the wisdom in Mayumi's words. Before they could delve further into their earlier conversation, their attention was diverted by the sight of a robed figure approaching.

"Isn't that the man from Xiao Zhong who accompanied us?" Satchiko queried, recalling the Khan's particular attention to the individual, even granting him a seat within the confines of a Sky Bison saddle.

Cloaked in dark green robes, the newcomer's identity as a scholar from Xiao Zhong was unmistakable. Before Mayumi could inquire about his purpose, he approached them with a respectful bow. "I am Su Song, here to express my heartfelt gratitude."

Even Mayumi, known for her composure, was momentarily taken aback by the unexpected gesture. Yet, both Kyoshi Warriors struggled to comprehend the source of his gratitude.

"Forgive our confusion," Mayumi began cautiously. "But it was the Kheshig Khan who escorted you to Ba Sing Se, not us."

Su Song rose back up after listened attentively to Mayumi's reasoned response, acknowledging the complexities of their situation. He clarified that the specific act which warranted his gratitude is actually the timely intervention of saving those refugees.

The scholar then elaborated on the dire circumstances plaguing their homeland, where fleeing peasants meant abandoned fields and dwindling resources for the landowning nobles. A state would never wish to see its resources depleted while bolstering a neighbor which might become its future enemy. He underscored the shared plight of both Xiao Zhong and Jian Xin, beset by a devastating drought that drove even more to forsake their ancestral homes.

"The refugees from my homeland have relayed everything," Su Song continued earnestly. "They speak of your heroic intervention, of the lives you saved. For this, I am forever indebted to your selfless actions."

With another bow, Su Song expressed his gratitude once more, leaving the two sisters grappling with conflicting emotions. Balancing the duty to save others with safeguarding their own lives proved to be an intricate dance. Mayumi felt the weight of responsibility heavy upon her as she struggled to dissuade Satchiko from reckless acts, yet found herself unable to dispute the nobility of their actions in saving strangers in need.

"It's fine," Mayumi murmured, her words deliberately clipped, unwilling to bask in the praise.

"Big sis, look, more guys in robes," Satchiko interjected, pointing toward a group of men clad in scholarly attire. As they drew near, Su Song turned to greet them, and both parties exchanged respectful bows, adhering to the ancient customs ingrained in Earth Kingdom society.

"Brother Zheng," Su Song addressed a man clad in light green robes, prompting cautious observation from Satchiko and Mayumi. Memories of nearby conflicts resurfaced, tinged with apprehension, yet the cordial exchange between the men assuaged their initial fears.

"I'm relieved to see you've arrived safely in Ba Sing Se," the man in light green expressed, echoed by the members of his entourage.

Su Song turned to the Kyoshi Warriors, offering introductions to the group. "My friends, allow me to present Zheng Guo, the chief minister overseeing the canal project in Ba Sing Se's Agrarian Zone."

With a respectful bow, the middle-aged Zheng Guo acknowledged their presence. Observing his slight build, the Kyoshi Warriors discerned no immediate threat. It became apparent through their conversation that all present are hydraulic engineers, with Su Song likely poised to join their ranks. Yet, the fact that they hailed from either Xiao Zhong or Jian Xin raised eyebrows, evoking a sense of suspicion, particularly for Mayumi.

"The analects of the first Earth Sage emphasize loyalty to one's ruler," Mayumi began cautiously. "How do you reconcile that with fleeing to a neighboring state amidst natural disasters in your homeland?"

Mayumi's direct inquiry hung in the air. A weighty demand for accountability that echoed the principles of communal care espoused by the first Earth Sage, who asserts that the structure of a harmonious family should be imitated by a functioning state. Following the highly important value of filial piety, the teachings of the Earth Sages emphasized that subjects should demonstrate loyalty to their rulers akin to an obedient child's relationship to their father. Since both Jian Xin and Xiao Zhong are struck by severe droughts, why are these expert canal builders coming to Ba Sing Se instead of helping their homeland?

Zheng Guo, with a friendly smile, acknowledged Mayumi's familiarity with the sage's teachings.

"It's commendable that you're acquainted with the wisdom of the first Earth Sage," Zheng Guo remarked, his demeanor affable.

"My father delves much deeper into those teachings than I do," Mayumi admitted. "I've only skimmed through some of his books."

In response, Zheng Guo offered insight into the motivations driving their migration from Jian Xin and Xiao Zhong. While Ba Sing Se indeed offered better opportunities and incentives for their expertise, their decision was rooted in a desire to uplift their homelands, a task rendered near impossible by the current circumstances. The prolonged conflict spanning two decades had ravaged both states, inflicting untold suffering and depleting invaluable resources that could have been allocated to infrastructure projects. Peasants and Earthbenders, vital to such endeavors, were instead conscripted into the brutal frontline clashes, their lives sacrificed by the hundreds of thousands in the barren expanse between warring factions.

Furthermore, the entrenched nepotism within their respective states posed a formidable barrier to progress. Governed by patrimonialism, both warlords favored kin over merit, relegating talented scholars to the sidelines while promoting their own relatives to key positions of power.

"The first Earth Sages remain consistent with ancient rites and rituals that forms the early culture of the Earth Kingdom," Zheng Guo emphasized. "But the analects are also never fond of rulers who do not govern their lands justly, which is why it is the heaven's will for scholars like ourselves to serve a state who is more compassionate to the commoners. This is also why I brought many of my countrymen out of Xiao Zhong, even though this act might further endanger my own life."

Satchiko readily embraced Zheng Guo's rationale, her memories of Xiao Zhong's brutality serving as grim testament to the necessity of seeking refuge in a more compassionate state like Ba Sing Se. Recognizing the potential for their skills to benefit incoming refugees fleeing drought and conflict, she found solace in the belief that their actions could bring tangible relief to those in need. However, Mayumi remained cautiously skeptical, wary of Ba Sing Se's potential to exploit the talents and resources of Jian Xin and Xiao Zhong to its own advantage.

"Nevertheless, we are grateful for your virtuous act," Zheng Guo expressed, his sincerity palpable. He gestured for one of his engineers, a man hailing from Xiao Zhong, to step forward. In a startling revelation, the Kyoshi Warriors discovered that they had rescued the wife and infant of this very man.

"Wife and baby?" Satchiko exclaimed, taken aback. "But there's only one baby in our entire group!" The memory of their harrowing encounter with a Xiao Zhong cavalryman, who had pursued the helpless pair, resurfaced vividly in her mind.

Kneeling in profound gratitude, the man's kneeling caught the sisters off guard. Mayumi swiftly reassured him, urging him to rise and dispelling any notion of indebtedness. Yet, beneath her composed facade, she harbored a silent acknowledgment of the precariousness of their intervention, refraining from divulging the convoluted motivation that could have prevented their rescue.

"It's fine, sir, we are no heroes," Mayumi conceded, her expression tinged with a hint of regret. The desire to ensure Satchiko's safety had often clashed with the impulse to aid others, a conflict that weighed heavily on her conscience. Had it not been for fortuitous interventions, their fates could have easily taken a darker turn.

Seeking to leverage the goodwill garnered from their recent deeds, Mayumi broached the topic of navigating Ba Sing Se's bureaucratic maze. Hindered by their status as refugees upon arrival, they found themselves barred from accessing the urban core, which is a significant obstacle to Satchiko's aspirations as a student.

"Esteemed scholars, my sister and I are eager to reach Ba Sing Se University. We were extended an invitation by Master Xuan Zang. Do any of you know of a way for us to expediently gain entry to the heart of the city?" Mayumi queried, prompting Satchiko to produce the invitation letter bearing Xuan Zang's distinctive handwriting. As Minister Zheng Guo and his colleagues scrutinized the contents, confirming its authenticity, they nodded in agreement.

"This is indeed Master Xuan Zang's letter," Zheng Guo affirmed. "However, recipients of such invitations usually hail from esteemed families and are expected to arrive through other means."

Su Song interjected, shedding light that scholars handpicked by the city's elite are granted immediate access to its most prestigious districts, while refugee peasants are directed to settle in the Agrarian Zone. In light of the sweeping reforms enacted over the past two decades, living within the safety of the city's walls held considerable allure, with incentives aplenty for those willing to abide by its strict regulations. Aside from landowning noblemen with questionable loyalty, even the most impoverished would find a new life here.

Minister Zheng Guo echoed Su Song's sentiments, cautioning against the formidable rigidity of Ba Sing Se's bureaucracy and emphasizing the limited authority of civil servants managing refugee affairs.

"Trust me, Ba Sing Se's bureaucracy can be notoriously strict, especially with the recent reforms twenty years ago," Zheng Guo emphasized. "The civil servants managing the refugees are only allowed to grant passage to scholars and merchants towards the heart of the city. As for you two, they must have simply grouped you with the peasants who are seeking a new place to farm. I would suggest getting a special commission from someone holding relevant office."

Mayumi pressed for further details. "And who might that be?"

"Seeking an audience with the commander of a nearby garrison may suffice," Zheng Guo suggested. "If you can persuade them to issue a gate pass to the Lower Ring, it should help your journey."

Grateful for the valuable guidance, the two sisters bowed respectfully to Minister Zheng Guo and his entourage. With cordial farewells exchanged, Su Song departed with Zheng Guo's group, leaving Mayumi and Satchiko to ponder their next course of action.

Mayumi's exhale carried a sense of relief as she reflected on their encounter with knowledgeable individuals who offered insights into the city's bureaucracy.

"It's timely, we will head to the nearby garrison at dawn," she announced, making her way back to their modest quarters to begin organizing their belongings.

Meanwhile, Satchiko remained in the courtyard, watching the children's playful antics with a thoughtful gaze. Today's events had stirred a deep contemplation within her. A good person can be bold and daring, selfless and courageous. A great warrior can even be fondly remembered for their virtues instead of martial prowess. The memory of their recent brush with death served as a stark reminder of the potential costs of reckless endeavors.

Even a naive girl like herself would recognize that always depending on luck will eventually fail. She has already been humbled multiple times on the way to Ba Sing Se. Perhaps now would be a good time to let their narrow escape from death be the last lesson she needed to learn.

As rain began to drizzle from the sky, the children scampered back to their shelter. Satchiko remained, leaning against the weathered wooden rails, lost in thought. She sensed Mayumi emerging from their shared room, their presence a comforting reminder of solidarity amidst uncertainty.

"Come on, sister, let's get some rest," Mayumi gently urged, approaching Satchiko who remained lost in thought, her gaze fixed on the courtyard.

"I've been thinking about what you said," Satchiko replied, her voice barely audible over the sound of the rain.

"And?" Mayumi inquired, her tone tinged with skepticism.

Without a word, Satchiko extended her pinky finger, a silent pledge to abandon the impulsive actions that had nearly led to their demise. The heaviness of the rain obscured their surroundings, but in that moment, their shared understanding transcended words.

Mayumi was taken aback by her sister's unexpected agreement, grappling with the weight of their recent experiences. She didn't dare question Satchiko's newfound resolve, recognizing the toll that their encounters had taken on the young warrior. With a solemn nod, she intertwined her pinky finger with Satchiko's, sealing their vow.

Though it may have seemed like a trivial gesture to an outsider, to Kyoshi Warriors bound by their sacred oaths, it held profound significance. For Mayumi, protecting her sister took precedence above all else, and she would do whatever it took to ensure their safety and unity.

...

The ambiance of the rain enveloped the city, casting a tranquil veil over its bustling streets and hidden enclaves. In Ba Sing Se, where walls held secrets and mysteries, it was all too easy to become consumed by the demands of daily life. Yet, amidst the chaos, there are treasures to be found, serene vistas, opulent palaces, succulent cuisines, and sunsets that rivalled the world's most beautiful.

And what better way to appreciate these wonders than with a warm cup of wine on a chilly, rainy day? Nestled beneath the safety of a remote estate's roof, a minister indulged in this simple pleasure, reclining on a settee crafted from the hide of a baby Sky Bison. With practiced ease, he uncorked a porcelain bottle of sorghum wine, the delicate aroma wafting through the air as he poured a measure into a small, golden cup.

A single sip revealed the wine's exceptional quality, a testament to its royal origins. For ordinary ministers and generals, such a luxury was beyond reach, a single jar of this fine drink surpassed an entire year's salary from the state. Yet, in this moment of indulgence, amidst the gentle patter of raindrops outside, the minister savored the taste of opulence, content in the fleeting respite it offered from the world's relentless demands.

"Wine tastes good, especially if it isn't poisoned."

The state minister savored another sip of wine, relishing its exquisite flavor and not waste this opportunity. Though it might seem unsightly for a government official to indulge in such luxuries, particularly while reclining on poached Sky Bison hide, these opulent trappings are not his own possessions.

Meanwhile, across the room, the true master of the remote villa simmered with silent fury. He watched the minister's indulgence with thinly veiled disdain, offended by both the guest's lack of decorum and the unwelcome implications of his visit. Despite the thorough purging of Queen Hou-Ting's influence, remnants of her regime still lurked in the shadows of the vast Agrarian Zone, clinging to the wealth leeched through noble enfeoffment. To these parasites, the allure of their ill-gotten gains was too powerful to resist. How could they forsake such wealth offered under his majesty's grand vision for the Earth Kingdom? Surely their unfair treatment would warrant the wrath of Avatar Korra, whose indomitable spirit would instill rightful punishment upon the usurpers and villains.

The minister, now on his third cup, praised the wine's sweetness, likening it to a nectar fit for emperors. Meanwhile, the crackling fire in the lavish room cast flickering shadows across the owner's face, betraying his growing impatience.

"I would have appreciated advance notice of your arrival," the mansion's owner remarked, his tone lacking warmth. "That way, I could have properly prepared for your visit. It's rather unusual for a distinguished state official such as yourself to disregard protocol in this manner."

The breach of etiquette was glaring, especially between members of the gentry who held themselves to the highest standards of Ba Sing Se's refined culture. The failure to notify the homeowner of the visit was seen as a grave insult, lacking sincerity to the homeowner's esteemed status. Such blatant disregard for protocol naturally stoked the ire of the mansion's owner.

What further incensed him was the guest's brazen behavior within the confines of the room. Indulging in wine that hadn't been offered, reclining on furniture reserved for the head of the household. It was an affront to propriety. Had it not been for the guest's prestigious rank, the four attendants stationed nearby, armed with dangerously sharp dao blades, would have swiftly cut down the impertinent intruder. Their mere presence was a silent warning of the consequences for further disrespect.

The guest's audacity reached new heights as he helped himself to the fruit on the nearby table, a gesture that only served to exacerbate the homeowner's frustration. Despite his mounting irritation, he refrained from outright ejecting the guest from his premises.

"I see you've acquired fruit from the Eastern Air Temple," the guest remarked casually, popping a berry into his mouth and commenting on its flavor. "Quite the journey, I imagine. But for someone of your stature, I suppose such trinkets pale in comparison to your other acquisitions. Isn't that right, He Shen?"

"Let's skip the formalities," the mansion owner demanded, his tone clipped. "Get to the point of your visit. I prefer matters settled as quickly as possible."

Both men were well aware of the purpose behind the minister's unexpected appearance, having made their respective preparations beforehand.

"Very well," the minister acquiesced with a sigh, momentarily setting aside his enjoyment of the wine. "As you're aware, our treasury has yet to fully recover following the death of Dowager Hou-Ting. The resulting chaos has provided ample moment for opportunists and looters, and the undesirables to enrich themselves. For individuals like myself, there's nothing more gratifying than witnessing the law enforced justly. A caged animal may pose a threat, but as long as it remains confined, there's little cause for concern."

"And what does any of this have to do with your presence in my home?" He Shen challenged, his demeanor tense. "Are you suggesting that I've engaged in such looting?"

The minister hastened to allay any misunderstandings. "Of course not, my dear He Shen. I have every confidence that someone of your stature would never stoop to such common criminality." His tone shifted slightly, his gaze meeting He Shen's directly. "However, I couldn't help but notice the changes in your circumstances since Dowager Hou-Ting joined her ancestors. Even after relocating from the Upper Ring, your household seems to be overflowing with goods."

Despite the modest facade of He Shen's remote mansion, the opulence within its walls was anything but subtle. Within this room alone lay a treasure trove that hinted at He Shen's unparalleled wealth. From an array of porcelain pottery dating back to the Earth Kingdom's first warring states period to exotic artifacts like bronze swords wielded by ancient Earth Kings, even the White Scholar's calligraphy hanging above the fireplace paled in comparison to these priceless relics.

The minister, clearly aiming to provoke He Shen, briefly recounted the latter's remarkable rise to power.

"You certainly had a bold trajectory, one could say," the minister remarked, a hint of admiration mingling with his annoyance. "Born the son of a general who once served on the esteemed Council of Five, you began your career as a lowly palace guard stationed near the palace gate. Yet, within a year, you ascended to the position of vice-president of the city's Ministry of Revenue. Two months later, you were appointed as a Grand Councilor, entrusted with shaping various policies of our nation. And within a mere three months after that, you were further elevated to the esteemed position of Minister of the Imperial Household Department, rubbing shoulders with the most esteemed officials of the Earth Kingdom. It wasn't long before her majesty saw fit to entrust you with both the Ministry of Revenue and the Civil Council, effectively placing the entire revenue of the Earth Kingdom in your hands. She even granted you the authority to appoint your own kin and allies to crucial official positions. Your privileges even extended to riding a steed right within the Royal Palace, an act that caused quite the stir among the Upper Ring. To be frank, I must admit, I've found myself envious of your position from time to time."

He Shen's arrogance swelled in response to the minister's dry smile, his tone dripping with self-assuredness.

"Naturally, the late Dowager recognized talent when she saw it," He Shen asserted firmly. "A wise ruler knows to surround themselves with loyal and capable ministers. A kingdom ruled by scheming villains who lack allegiance to the throne is destined for ruin."

The minister's smile remained unchanged, his response measured. "No state remains perpetually strong or weak. Its strength lies in the integrity of those who uphold its laws. When they are steadfast, the state thrives. When they falter, so too does the state's stability." He turned his gaze to He Shen. "And what did you do with the considerable power bestowed upon you? During the late Dowager's reign, you managed to curry favor quite adeptly, even arranging for your eldest daughter to marry into the royal family. Within the confines of this city, you wielded influence with impunity, engaging in extortion as if beyond reproach. Your associates within the bureaucracy followed suit, indulging in embezzlement and bribery. Military officers under your patronage adopted similar tactics, deliberately prolonging our conflicts with barbarian tribes to line their pockets. You levied exorbitant taxes on our former provinces to further line your own coffers, diverting funds meant for flood relief in the countryside. Peasant revolts became commonplace during the late Dowager's reign, and riots erupted frequently in the Lower Ring as the common folk struggled to afford even the most basic necessities. And yet, your response to the ensuing anarchy following the Dowager's death was notably ineffective. Despite commanding hundreds of thousands, your forces were poorly trained and ill-equipped to handle threats. Replacing promising officers with your own relatives hardly endeared you to the populace."

The minister's voice took on an even more severe tone as he fixed He Shen with an unyielding stare. "Your audacious actions, once bold and brazen, now amount to naught in the absence of her late majesty's favor. Under the current administration, you've been reduced to a mere functionary tasked with transferring the city's funds to essential projects." He paused, his grip on the golden cup tightening, causing it to bend slightly. "Yet, even this lenient decision seems to have been met with ingratitude. Your recent extravagance has become a burden on the state. Fortunately, you appear to have no shortage of potential grave goods to accompany you."

The implication in his final words was clear. Regardless of where one stood on the continent, the crime of treason typically carried a swift and brutal death sentence.

"Baseless accusations!" He Shen retorted, his voice rising in indignation. "How dare you slander an innocent official such as myself! I'll have you know that I have faithfully served her late majesty Hou-Ting. My grandfather fought for the Earth King Kuei in defense against the Fire Nation. The He clan has a long history of loyalty and service to the throne, with many esteemed ancestors holding positions as chancellors and ministers. Who are you, a mere upstart from Omashu, to make such audacious claims?"

"Embezzlement is as grave a crime as treason," the minister countered, his tone unwavering. "Given your position in the Agrarian Zone, it was assumed you would be the ideal candidate to ensure proper allocation of resources. Yet, reports have surfaced of worker revolts at the construction sites for the state's new canals. Furthermore, I've received complaints from council leader General Liu regarding unpaid salaries for some garrisons. Care to enlighten me as to the whereabouts of those missing coins? Weren't you tasked by his excellency to fulfil this duty?"

He Shen's spine chilled as the minister's accusation hung heavy in the air, but he remained defiant, refusing to admit any wrongdoing. However, his resolve wavered when the minister suddenly produced a rolled-up parchment from his sleeve. With a steely gaze, the minister declared that the items listed on the parchment had all been confiscated from He Shen's hidden stash across Ba Sing Se.

A million and a half copper coins.

Fifty-six thousand and six hundred medium silver sycees, each worthing one hundred taels each.

Five million eight hundred thirty thousand small silver sycees, each valued at ten taels each.

Fifty-eight thousand taels of pure gold.

One hundred large sycees of pure gold, each worthing a thousand taels.

"Shall I continue?" The minister's question hung in the air, but He Shen remained silent, his expression a mixture of defiance and resignation. It was clear that he had been backed into a corner, with little room for denial or evasion. Sensing He Shen's tacit admission of guilt, the minister nodded curtly. "Very well then, allow me to continue."

Fifty-eight thousand Fire Nation silver coins.

Six hundred jin of pristine quality Jilin ginseng

One thousand and two hundred jade charms.

Two hundred and thirty pearl bracelets, including ten large pearls.

Ten large rubies

Fourteen thousand and three hundred bolts of fine Upper Ring silk.

Twenty thousand sheets of fine wooly pig wool.

Five hundred and fifty fox antelope hides.

Eight hundred and fifty raccoon dog hides.

Fifty-six thousand wooly sheep and bull pig hides of varying thickness.

Seven thousand sets of fine clothing for all four seasons.

Three hundred sixty-one thousand bronze and tine vases and vessels.

One hundred porcelain vessels made by renown masters of Ba Sing Se.

Twenty-four highly decorative beds made from solid gold, each ornamented with eight different types of gemstones.

Four hundred and sixty high quality antique clocks made from the United Republic.

Twenty barrels of Northern Water Tribe spirit water.

Five hundred units of glassware and the grape wine stored in them, made from the city of Liqian.

Twenty hundred jin of dried White Dragon Bush.

Fifty of the newest war machines and five thousand suits of armor, all made by Future Industries.

Ten thousand curved swords forged in the Fire Nation.

One ink wash painting made by the White Scholar.

The minister sighed heavily as he finished reading the extensive list of confiscated goods. He couldn't help but commend anyone who would willingly examine such a detailed record of corruption. However, he knew that the true extent of He Shen's illicit wealth likely surpassed even what was listed on the parchment.

"Everything on this list rivals fifteen years of royal revenue," the minister remarked, his astonishment thinly veiled. "Even a child would understand that a chancellor cannot amass such unprecedented wealth through normal means of state payment, not even in two hundred years." He paused, expression grave. Aristocrats across the Earth Kingdom have always had a well-deserved reputation for corruption. But He Shen is not the cause. He is merely a symptom of a system that allows such greed to flourish. During the Dowager's reign, gaining favor with the monarch held more value than merit to the state."

"It is not a crime to accumulate wealth," the minister continued, his voice tinged with a hint of warning. "But surely, a learned official such as yourself understands the consequences for those who disrespect Ba Sing Se's authority. Not even the Dowager herself would have spared you if she were still among the living. Your efforts to curry favor with her late majesty even surpassed those of courtiers in Omashu, a fact I can personally attest to."

He Shen remained intentionally speechless, still denying his involvement to the bitter end. However, what the minister said next left him gaping in shock.

"To rectify this blatant obstruction to the state's recent projects," the minister announced, "I have decided to confiscate all of your estates and mansions in the Upper and Middle Ring. Additionally, all bank branches and pawnbroker branches under your name shall be placed under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Revenue." He paused briefly before delivering the final blow. "Most importantly, your twelve thousand acres of land within the Agrarian Zone shall be given to the new Ministry of Canals."

"Twelve thousand acres!?" He Shen roared in rage, his voice echoing through the room. "Those lands were bestowed upon our family by Earth King Kuei! How dare you deprive us of our custodianship! The heavens and earth will not forgive you for this transgression! My ancestors have served the throne well! How dare you dishonor the descendant of some of Ba Sing Se's greatest ministers and advisors!"

The minister remained unmoved by He Shen's outburst.

"Oh, my dear He Shen," he said coolly. "Would you perhaps like to explain why you procured so many weapons from outside Ba Sing Se?" His tone was almost conversational, as if discussing the weather. "Usually, a rebellion cannot succeed without a considerable number of weapons. Sourcing such supplies locally would attract attention, so one must look afar, even across the sea to find possible benefactors. The key, of course, is not to be discovered."

A single drop of sweat trailed across He Shen's forehead. Secretly procuring weapons and equipment from outside one's state without official permission can be seen as extremely suspicious. In most cases, being caught with such items alone can guarantee execution. While the Hundred Year War has been long over, only the fools of all fools would bathe in the illusion of peace between the Four Nations.

"You are bold and villainous!" He Shen pointed an accusatory finger at the minister. "I bet none of this has anything to do with treason or rebellion against the state. All you ever wanted is that twelve thousand acres of land bestowed by the sovereign!"

"Don't forget the estates, mansions, as well as all your bank and pawnbroker branches across the city," the minister added casually.

"Shameless display!" He Shen instantly exclaimed. He picked up a porcelain vase and smashed it to the floor. But none of this ever intimidated the relaxed minister, who enjoyed another cup of wine. "My ancestors has made so much contributions to the throne, how dare people like you squander the royal legacy!"

The minister placed the cup on the table, finding He Shen's feasible attempt to riposte to be rather ironic. In any functioning state, no leeway shall be given. Harsh punishments are naturally necessary to maintain order, regardless of a person's status. Nobles or peasants, the law shall be applied equally.

"In the service of the throne, you've amassed a tally of at least twenty-five crimes," the minister declared, his words hanging heavy in the air as He Shen's anger simmered just beneath the surface, threatening to erupt at any moment. "I could delve into the specifics of your embezzlements, but I trust you're intimately acquainted with them. However, I am a merciful minister. Any family members innocent of your transgressions will be spared."

He Shen's lip curled in a snarl, his teeth grinding together with barely contained fury. Just as the minister began to rise from his seat, preparing to make his exit, the estate owner's voice pierced the tense atmosphere.

"Bold of you to assume you'll leave this room intact, gentlemen. Dismember him!"

The four attendants stood frozen, caught in the grip of fear, much to He Shen's bewilderment.

"What are you waiting for?" he barked. "Dispatch this vermin!"

Silence enveloped the room, broken only by the gentle patter of rain outside. The attendants trembled visibly, one even dropping the dao in his trembling hands.

"It seems your servants are quite obedient," the minister remarked, a wicked gleam in his eye. "More dependable than your own kin, it appears. Unlike their treacherous master, these young men understood the perils of rebellion early on. The mere notion of treason can prove... hazardous. Having one's body torn asunder by chariots is by no means a comfortable experience."

He Shen's breath quickened, refusing to cower before a Ba Sing Se minister who lacked even a weapon.

"Don't presume too much!" He Shen retorted, bolting from the room with the intent to rally his armed servants and permanently silence the overbearing minister. But as he stepped into the rainy courtyard, he was met with an unsettling sight. The lanterns and torches had all been extinguished. The once-hidden bodyguards were nowhere to be seen in the pitch-black outdoor expanse.

A sudden flash of lightning illuminated the courtyard, revealing six figures seated on wooden chairs. Their lifeless gazes bore into He Shen, each one a familiar face. They were officials and military members, all of whom had benefited from He Shen's favor during the reign of the Queen Dowager. Like him, they couldn't resist the allure of wealth and indulgence.

"My apprentice keeps himself occupied," the minister remarked as he joined He Shen in the courtyard. "Sometimes I worry he is overworking himself. As you're likely aware, our great city faces a challenge from outside heterodox beliefs seeking to disrupt the harmony. But just because we're preoccupied with a cult created unsophisticated herders, it doesn't mean we've forgotten about the likes of you."

The front gate of the estate exploded open, admitting a battalion of Ba Sing Se soldiers wielding swords and spears. Their lanterns cast a harsh light over the courtyard, revealing the grim scene that awaited them. He Shen's heart sank as he took in the sight of countless bodies strewn across the rain-soaked ground. Puddles of blood mingled with the downpour, a testament to the fierce struggle that had taken place.

Among the fallen were over a hundred hired bodyguards, each one a seasoned martial artist with ties to the grueling underworld of Ba Sing Se. The realization that his last line of defense had been so brutally dismantled sent a chill down He Shen's spine. Hiring even one of these skilled fighters would have cost him a small fortune, and now they lay motionless, their services bought in vain.

Despair washed over He Shen as the soldiers swiftly began to search the estate, kicking in doors and scouring every corner of the mansion grounds. Unlike the silent assassin who had dispatched his attendants with deadly precision, these soldiers were brazen in their approach, their armor gleaming in the lantern light as they tore through the property.

Panic swept through the residence as regular servants, roused from their rest, darted behind paper windows at the sight of the invading soldiers. Shouts and screams reverberated through the sprawling estate, each cry a hammer blow to He Shen's fraying sanity as the soldiers combed through every nook and cranny.

The household servants, from personal maids to cooks, were the first to be herded into the courtyard, their faces etched with fear as they clustered together, casting wary glances at the fallen hired swords.

He Shen's resolve wavered as his own family was forcibly escorted from their rooms. Though the soldiers were rough, they at least allowed He Shen's relatives to gather at their own pace. His main wife and three concubines moved slowly, supported by their personal maids, their delicate hands trembling as they navigated with careful steps. The children, wide-eyed and innocent, clung to their mothers, young minds struggling to comprehend the chaos unfolding around them.

"What is the meaning of this?" demanded the head lady of the estate, her voice carrying a steely edge that belied her status as a defenseless member of the gentry. Unlike He Shen, she maintained a facade of composure, her gaze unwavering as she confronted the armored soldiers and the minister. "Our eldest child is married into the royal family. While I understand such trivial matters may mean little to individuals of your caliber, it is imperative that you provide a valid explanation for this invasion of our home."

As if on cue, a group of soldiers emerged from one of the buildings, claiming to have discovered crates hidden beneath the nursery beds, much to the surprise of those present. The minister observed the main wife and concubines closely, noting their lack of alarm, which spoke volumes. He Shen's anxiety was more palpable, his forehead glistening with sweat as he awaited the inevitable.

"Open them," the minister ordered, his voice cutting through the tense atmosphere.

With a swift motion, the soldiers pried open the crates, revealing an array of blades adorned with red tassels. Among them are letters from distant lands, glaring evidence of communication beyond the borders of Ba Sing Se, and even outside the continent itself.

The minister examined the craftsmanship of the blades, noting their quality with a hint of admiration. In a land where natural ores are scarce, the skill of the blacksmiths spoke volumes about their resourcefulness, especially when controlling fire.

"Not bad," he remarked, tossing a question to the head lady of the estate, who claimed ignorance of the weapons' existence.

The discovery of foreign weapons within He Shen's secluded estate only added to the mounting evidence against him. In a nation torn by internal strife, it was not uncommon for outsiders to meddle in its affairs, fueling the flames of conflict from across the seas.

A tiny smile played across the minister's lips as he gazed at He Shen. "Subdue him," he ordered calmly.

The nearby soldiers wasted no time in obeying, swiftly apprehending He Shen and forcing him to his knees. With practiced efficiency, they produced a cangue, a flat board of seasoned wood with holes for the neck and wrists. Divided into two pieces, they opened it and locked He Shen's head and arms in place. Though He Shen lacked the ability to bend earth, the use of this iconic tool of restraint carried its own advantages, one of which is public humiliation.

"It's a pity the city slumbers peacefully tonight," the minister lamented. "I had envisioned a grand procession from the Agrarian Zone all the way to the Upper Ring in your honor." His tone softened slightly as he noticed He Shen's dread at the prospect of treasonous punishment. "But fret not, my dear He Shen. You won't meet your end immediately, at least not tonight."

He Shen's heart sank as the minister leisurely strolled over to the motionless figures seated on chairs. With a gentle nudge, one of them toppled sideways, landing face-first on the granite floor. It is a stark reminder of the fate that awaited those who dared to dabble in treason.

"Unlike my apprentice, I am somewhat more lenient," the minister remarked. "While I had hoped your family members would take the initiative and denounce your treachery, I see no reason to implicate them. After all, they have yet to commit any crimes themselves."

As the family members and household servants huddled closer, shielding the children from the ominous presence of the law enforcement, they couldn't help but feel a sense of relief at the mercy shown in He Shen's solitary capture.

In the Earth Kingdom, the sanctity of family is a fundamental value ingrained in the very fabric of society. The teachings of the Earth Sages emphasized the importance of familial bonds, shaping the daily functions of the state. When an official was accused of treason, whether rightfully or wrongfully, the repercussions extended beyond the individual to encompass their entire kin. Collective punishment was not uncommon, entire clans and their servants in the Upper Ring could vanish overnight, their very existence erased from memory. Arranged marriages with disgraced households were annulled, and speaking of them became a taboo borne out of fear. When certain people are mocked for remaining quiet in Ba Sing Se, that is because the louds ones died first.

The minister produced a parchment from his sleeve, presenting it to He Shen's eight-year-old son, the eldest heir. Naturally, the head lady of the household would examine its contents, it was clear that the document held significant weight. It bore an official edict from the Upper Ring, stipulating that He Shen's eldest son would inherit what little remained of the family's property, a meager sum compared to the ill-gotten wealth amassed through state robbery.

"I assume there are no objections," the minister stated, casting a glance at the assembled family members and servants. It was clear that voicing dissent is not an option, not with the specter of arrest looming large and the grim reminder of the bodies scattered throughout the estate.

A solitary pebble hurled towards the minister's face, but he effortlessly caught it with two fingers, his expression unchanged.

"Give me back my dad!" the child cried out, his voice trembling with defiance. "He's innocent! And when I'm older, I'll make you pay!"

The head lady rushed to apologize for her son's outburst, her voice strained with panic as she attempted to defuse the situation.

"Quiet, child!" she hissed, her eyes wide with fear.

The family and servants watched in silent distress, fearful of the consequences that awaited those who dared to challenge the state. Yet, to their surprise, the minister chuckled lightly at the child's display of courage.

"A spirited one, indeed," he remarked, his tone almost amused. "I'm intrigued to see how you'll serve Ba Sing Se when you come of age."

The head lady struggled to mask her dread. The state might show leniency to a child, but an adult would not receive the same mercy.

"Your Excellency," she said, bowing swiftly to the minister. "I will do everything in my power to nurture my son until he can be of great service to the city."

"Correct," the minister mused. "For your son's sake, I hope you won't fail."

The soldiers then began escorting He Shen toward the estate door. He wasn't even permitted to depart in a carriage, a courtesy typically afforded to a member of the gentry. The rest of the household could only watch helplessly as their patriarch was unceremoniously taken away, his silken robe discarded on the ground.

As the minister and the remaining soldiers headed for the entrance, the former suddenly turned back. "Forgive my rudeness, I nearly forgot something."

The leader of the platoon inquired about the minister's intentions, which immediately drew the latter's ire.

"You may be a member of the military, but your lack of manners is quite disappointing," the minister admonished, his tone sharp and unforgiving. "Do you expect these esteemed ladies to clean up the courtyard after you and your men have made such a mess?"

The platoon leader looked bewildered. "But, Your Excellency, my men and I didn't kill He Shen's men. The one who did it was a Dai—"

He cut himself off abruptly, realizing his blunder. With a terse nod, he signaled his subordinates to remove the bodies from the estate. They worked swiftly, even scrubbing the bloodstains from the walls that the rain had failed to wash away.

Some of the mothers shielded their children's eyes from the gruesome scene. Only the eldest son watched, unflinching and unafraid of the corpses.

Satisfied with the soldiers' efficiency, the minister instructed a household servant to close the door of the walled manor once they departed.

"I apologize for this unfortunate disturbance," the minister said sincerely to the remaining residents. "I shall take my leave now. Please, continue your rest as if nothing has happened." He then added a few final words, barely audible as the household servant shut the entrance gate. "For all your sake."

End of Chapter Notes:

-For the sake of this story, we will assume 1 li as 0.5 kilometers or 0.311 miles.

-1 jin is equal to 0.5 kilograms.

-A Tulou is a large earthen building that resembles a circular fortress. The existence of these massive residence can be traced to the five migratory waves of Hakka refugees fleeing from the north due to various conflicts.

-Raccoon dogs are not part of the Avatar canon, they are real.