Armphid
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The sun was above the horizon but the day was yet young. It shone down on boys and girls of all ages as they moved about the grounds of the school. The cluster of buildings were in the traditional style; wood and paper with peaked stale roofs. There were two raised platforms of stone and a large cleared area of dirt packed by many feet over many years of sparring and drilling.
The doors of one of the larger buildings were open, showing a large room decorated with a few vases and statues but largely dominated by tall hanging scrolls emblazoned with maxims and wisdom from the school's master, Soaring Crane. The master himself knelt on a cushion at the front of the room. In front of him, his best two students knelt.
Soaring Crane was old but hale, his hair and beard white and well groomed, his face lined with many years and cares. His hair was gathered and held in a loose topknot by a simple lacquered stick. "This school has been here for forty years and yet we are still considered upstarts. We are only not beginning to become accepted, though word of our prowess has spread across the Empire."
Off to the side stood a mountain of a man, both tall and broad, though he had gone to seed and his belly was as vast as his stature. "Your prowess, Master. It is your reputation that has given us all."
The old man shook his head. "You are too kind, Smiling Ox. You underestimate the efforts and skill of our students." Particularly the two before him now. "But the point remains that we have less face than our skill may merit. That shall change."
He reached into his robe and drew out two long, thin boxes and set them in front of the two young people in the room. "We have recieved not one, but two invitations to one of the most prestigious tournaments in all of the Empire, held only every five years. The Strongest Under the Heavens. I have decided that the two of you will go and represent the school." He regarded the girl first and longest, a faint smile on his lips. His prodigy; her natural talent amazing. Then the boy; the hardest working student he had ever taught. "You will do well. Fight with your hearts and show the greatness we all have seen in you to blossom."
Smiling Fox stepped forward with a pair of duffel bags, partly packed, "Provisions, money, and a map have been given. You are to pack some clothes and start for the tournament site within the day. You must arrive the opening day or you will be disqualified and our school will lose a great amount of face."
"We will not disappoint you, Master," the boy answered and inclined his head.
"I know you will not." The old man nodded and lifted his steaming tea cup, the dismissal clear.
The two students retreated from the room and went out onto the porch that went around the entire building. The boy looked at the girl, his eyes following the lines of her form and the grace of her movements. "We should set out soon. Meet at the gate in an hour."
The Strongest Under the Heavens! His heart sang at the mere thought of the battles ahead. But the idea of the road made him...uneasy. He'd have to be with her, alone, on a journey of more than a week. He felt...her manner could be so...and yet she was also so...and there was no doubt that her skills were great and she was powerful. "Just remember, there won't be any maids or junior students for you to do your tasks for you on the road."
The doors of one of the larger buildings were open, showing a large room decorated with a few vases and statues but largely dominated by tall hanging scrolls emblazoned with maxims and wisdom from the school's master, Soaring Crane. The master himself knelt on a cushion at the front of the room. In front of him, his best two students knelt.
Soaring Crane was old but hale, his hair and beard white and well groomed, his face lined with many years and cares. His hair was gathered and held in a loose topknot by a simple lacquered stick. "This school has been here for forty years and yet we are still considered upstarts. We are only not beginning to become accepted, though word of our prowess has spread across the Empire."
Off to the side stood a mountain of a man, both tall and broad, though he had gone to seed and his belly was as vast as his stature. "Your prowess, Master. It is your reputation that has given us all."
The old man shook his head. "You are too kind, Smiling Ox. You underestimate the efforts and skill of our students." Particularly the two before him now. "But the point remains that we have less face than our skill may merit. That shall change."
He reached into his robe and drew out two long, thin boxes and set them in front of the two young people in the room. "We have recieved not one, but two invitations to one of the most prestigious tournaments in all of the Empire, held only every five years. The Strongest Under the Heavens. I have decided that the two of you will go and represent the school." He regarded the girl first and longest, a faint smile on his lips. His prodigy; her natural talent amazing. Then the boy; the hardest working student he had ever taught. "You will do well. Fight with your hearts and show the greatness we all have seen in you to blossom."
Smiling Fox stepped forward with a pair of duffel bags, partly packed, "Provisions, money, and a map have been given. You are to pack some clothes and start for the tournament site within the day. You must arrive the opening day or you will be disqualified and our school will lose a great amount of face."
"We will not disappoint you, Master," the boy answered and inclined his head.
"I know you will not." The old man nodded and lifted his steaming tea cup, the dismissal clear.
The two students retreated from the room and went out onto the porch that went around the entire building. The boy looked at the girl, his eyes following the lines of her form and the grace of her movements. "We should set out soon. Meet at the gate in an hour."
The Strongest Under the Heavens! His heart sang at the mere thought of the battles ahead. But the idea of the road made him...uneasy. He'd have to be with her, alone, on a journey of more than a week. He felt...her manner could be so...and yet she was also so...and there was no doubt that her skills were great and she was powerful. "Just remember, there won't be any maids or junior students for you to do your tasks for you on the road."