Avatar-The Mandate of Heaven

The entire herd of Sky-Bisons soared through the sky's eternal expanse. To nomads, being able to ride on giant beasts to escape the earth itself cannot be described in simple words alone. Not only does the Kheshig cherish these mighty creatures, but they also depend on them. Like all nomads, the animals they have is the source of their survival.

"We should be out of the state of Yi by now," Khenbish looked down at the ground while controlling his own steed. Although the landscape is unremarkable, the border between each state do exist.

Yet, Mayumi is confused when the nomad explained more about the border. This part of the line that divided the state of Yi with its neighbor does not consider the environment at all.

"This makes no sense!" Mayumi checked the map given by Batu's sister. "Why are the mountains and rivers not used to define the boundary?"

It is a mess. Whoever decided on the divide between the two states failed to recognize the local geographical features. But this isn't even the most inconvenient part.

"You should have seen the folks living down there," Khenbish chuckled. "Both side of the line have people that speaks in the same dialect. Yet, those villagers down there cannot understand the folks living behind walls."

It is true that this continent possesses various regional dialects. But the peculiarity about this strange border made Mayumi question the person behind this poorly conceived amalgamation. Looking at the map again, it made her suspect that someone with great degree of power simply drew a straight line over these mountains and rivers. But who would be so foolish to even commit such an incompetent act?

"Are all the borders between the states like this?" Mayumi asked.

Khenbish sighed. He did not elaborate much. The herdsman simply stated that this weird border on the state of Yi is lucky enough to have at least one neighbor that isn't hostile, or at least doesn't have the means to expand yet.

"Govenor Liu Yan's forces is guarding the opposite side against another warlord, leaving this region rather unprotected. Those sedentary folks fought each other all the time." Khenbish chatted casually. "It is not our business to meddle. Besides, we are rather well off with our Bisons. I am certain that this predisposition is the envy of all merchants across this fractured continent."

It would be very destructive for any traders to operate in such dangerous environments. As individual states fought each other in battles that stained the ground with red, rogue bandits are not the only problem for travelling merchants inland. As a somewhat knowledgeable traveler himself, Khenbish also talked about the use of different currencies. Since the fracture of the Earth Kingdom, the value of coins fluctuates with great instability, prompting Mayumi's inquiry.

"Unlike those weird shells you have, coins are metal, and metal can be smelted and remade." Khenbish threw her two copper coins. At first, the Kyoshi Warrior saw no differences. But upon closer examination, she noticed that the two coins have different weights. The color also varied between lighter and darker tone. As someone who is inexperienced in the ways of coin minting, this is indeed intriguing.

"People once asked me, why don't the poor just create new money? To be honest, I was like that too." Khenbish revealed. "Trust me, it is complicated to understand these things. Trading isn't simple for beginners. But suddenly having more coins meant people will charge you more."

That was just an oversimplification on the complex workings of commence.

Any states experiencing a disaster which requires funds beyond what the treasury can provide might multiply their existing currencies. Disgruntle and unpaid soldiers can be just as dangerous as a marauding horde of barbarians. But the drawback is hard to diminish. Individual coins will exhibit less value after such ordeals.

"So, what are you all transporting? Aside from the Sky-Bison wool of course." Mayumi is curious about the goods they buy and sell yet does not fully understand their origins and usage.

Once again, Khenbish answered these rather mundane questions. Along with spices inland and salt near the coasts, the Kheshig also transfer luxurious objects such as metal and special powders of unknown properties. None of these wares can be obtained with a nomadic lifestyle, but buying and selling them again is indeed lucrative. Occasionally, Mayumi's nose can pick up foul smell from other Sky-Bisons. Of all the possessions these nomads have, the dark liquid has always been rather intriguing, but also very dangerous.

"Our next destination is the state of Shang, whose border we have just bypassed," Khenbish said.

Although there was no physical barrier to symbolize the division of the two independent states, there is no delusion about the volatile nature of the squabbling warlords. Despite living on an island for her whole life, Mayumi fully understood the nature of warfare waged on this continent through books and small snippets of news from seafaring traders. It is indeed lucky that they have Sky-Bisons to avoid those conflicts on the ground.

Mayumi turned away from the Sky-Bison's head and arrived at the back of the saddle. As Saran and the others boiled some hunted meat and innards, the Kyoshi Warrior checked on Satchiko, who is crawled up in the corner.

"Sister, how are you doing?" Mayumi can sense the downtrodden mood. Satchiko is still young, naive towards the world that is ever volatile and changing. But most commoners would find solace in the Avatar's undisputed role of maintaining balance.

Most of them at least.

Satchiko lifted her face up from the knees. Just a mildly sulking face, which did brought Mayumi some reassurance. The younger sister is comprehending the shocking revelation better than expected.

Saran scooped up two bowls worth of soup, telling Batu to deliver it to the two sisters.

"Cheer up," Batu said to the younger sister. "Why are you sad because the last Avatar is killed by a regular person?"

It was an overly casual statement that was dispensed without any consideration. To claim that the world venerates the Avatar would be a tremendous understatement. Stories, legends, sagas and theatre plays are created around this living deity. While different people and cultures may exalt more specific incarnations, there are no shortages of temples, shrines and statues dedicated to this immortal figure.

But how do people react if their deity is killed by a mortal?

"Batu, maybe now isn't the best moment for that," Mayumi urged in a gentle manner.

Of course, the boisterous little boy couldn't care less about the feelings of others. He even boldly claimed that any Avatars that cannot even fight her own battles are not worthy of veneration.

"You two are warriors, right?" Batu asked. "Does it very matter that the previous Avatar is a successor of the lady worshipped by your folks? Who cares about it. One is simply weaker than the other, that's all."

Before he can spout another inconsiderate word at the Kyoshi Warriors, Sarangerel used a wooden spoon to tap the forehead. This time, he turned quiet.

As the two warriors with face paint slowly consumed the broth, Mayumi tried to provide a more digestible counsel. A young and energetic Kyoshi Warrior like Satchiko cannot simply endure this crisis of faith alone.

"Sister, when you grow older, you would be forced to learn many things you would not like." Mayumi stopped, realizing she isn't as great as she thought when providing advice. Yet, she tried her best. "It wouldn't be easy... but I promise to walk alongside you all the way."

"Thank you, Mayumi, I am doing better now," Satchiko replied quietly. She slurped some of the broth, allowing her elder sister to wipe the stain off the mouth. Despite being a young adolescent, she is still occasionally being treated like a child.

But even this reassurance is not enough for the older sibling.

"Sister, the Avatar can't be killed, you know that. There is a reason why there are countless reincarnations reborn across the world. History has shown it. Just because one of them fell to the malice of their opponent does not mean that they are weak." Mayumi's reasonable words failed to garner Satchiko's enthusiasm. If even the testimony of the venerable Jinora failed to sooth the Kyoshi Warrior's shaken faith, how can this be enough?

But understandably, how can there be any reason that justifies a living deity being killed by something so mundane as a human? Wild legends and mythical stories depicted tragic Avatars doomed by powerful spirits that are beyond comprehension. But killed by a human? Since when has that happened before?

Satchiko leaned her head against the pile of spice sacks, contemplating her sister's advice. All Kyoshi Warriors are avid devotees to their founder, the venerable Avatar Kyoshi. Known for her endearing strength and legendary prowess, how is it even conceivable that the Avatar incarnation of their beloved deity is killed by mortal hands? An incarnate that created a whole island and one who was killed by mortal hands, how can both these things be reconciled?

They have been flying for hours. Despite doing almost nothing since this morning, Satchiko's eyes gradually closed due to tiredness. Under the exotic smell of the spice aroma, it felt comforting, sleepy. Or maybe because being awake is simply too difficult when the world's horizon suddenly expanded beyond what her mind can simply contain.

Satchiko sighed tiredly, gradually drifting her mind into an aimless nothing.

"Look out!"

Something large punctured the sacks of spice next to Satchiko's head, almost hitting the face. Powder spilled across the air as the resting Kyoshi Warrior snapped open her eyes in shock.

Before Satchiko can demand what just transpired, a cluster of earth is thrown towards the air, forcing Khenbish to rein the Sky-Bison sideward and spilling the pot of broth in the process.

It was an ambush.

"Sister! Lower your head!" Mayumi yelled.

Naturally, taking cover inside the giant saddle is the obvious instinct. As usual, someone ignored that rational train of thought. Batu instantly leaped onto the edge of the Sky-Bison, shooting arrows at whatever is below them. He was almost skewed by a large piercing projectile when Saran grabbed him back.

All of them cowered down to avoid being hurt. Khenbish is forced to steer the Sky-Bison away from danger. It seems that the projectiles are giant metal bolts shot from the ground. The Kyoshi Warriors are nonetheless horrified by this situation. Being unable to fight back while an unidentified enemy is attacking them at a distance.

...

"Fire!"

A hail of giant crossbows unleashed their bolts, aiming to bring down the flying clusters of Sky-Bisons that are ascending higher to the clouds. But the commander did not halt the order.

Soldiers in lamellar vests manned siege crossbows carried by people. Despite the evasive nature of the Sky-Bisons, these artillery pieces are still capable of piercing those flying beasts.

"Sir, one of them is coming towards us!"

The two thousand strong unit readied their spears at the incoming Sky-Bison. With a thunderous roar, it rammed through a wall of spearmen, almost unopposed.

Before any of them can react, archers shot their arrows while standing on the Sky-Bison's saddle, killing many unprotected artillerymen. This swift and bold tactic caught the commander off his guard. Before the officer can shout out a new order, his steed is shot with an arrow, forcing it to trample a few bodyguards.

The army is in disarray as a few more Sky-Bisons descended from the air, sowing havoc and disarray amongst the infantry lines.

Another stray arrow pierced the Ostrich-Horse's feet. The startled steed finally threw the rider off and escaped.

"Get back here!" The armored man demanded while lying on the ground. Before he can climb back up, a firm hand suddenly grasped his neck.

"You got the quite nerve young one!" The Khan scathed in furious manner. "Do you know who I am?"

The young man is startled, but nonetheless demonstrated his lack of understanding towards the nomadic chieftain. "You were planning to attack the capital of our state!"

The Khan unexpectedly let go of the officer, sighing in a frustrated manner.

"I see that he has done it again," Temujin muttered.

The sound of fighting did take some time to finally calm down. But many are already injured or dead from the initial impact.

...

Countless lines of troops marched across a road that contains beacon towers along the way. Tall earthen structures with giant flames on top are already activated, signaling that the state capital is under threat from an immense invasion, thereby requesting aid from the sovereign's vassals.

Such a useful mechanism allows for the immediate transfer of information, reaching allies in desperate times of need while successive signal flames can be activated across the massive landmass.

A few military commanders sallied forth with their Ostrich-Horses, arriving before the city's giant gate and shouting at the guards on the walls.

"We seek an immediate audience with Governor Ji Gongsheng!"

Eventually, an obese man wearing an elaborate robe appeared above the gatehouse, accompanied by an entourage of ministers. First, he inspected the massive host rallied to the city's aid. Many soldiers armed with spears and crossbows are summoned by the moment's notice. Very timely.

Instead of addressing his loyal vassals and close allies who rallied to his plight, the governor turned to a beautiful but melancholy woman next to him. With a face filled with desire, he examined her reaction to this immediate assembly.

"Oh, my beloved Bao Si, look at them! They came just as I have intended!"

The commanders outside the walls stood confused. Even the Ostrich-Horses are slightly stupefied. The woman named Bao Si glanced at the great host of soldiers, all armed with spears, chariots and crossbows. Although not blatantly displaying her amusement, a tiny smile across this gloomy lady's face immediately entranced the governor.

"Splendid, splendid indeed!" The delighted governor hastily rewarded one of his ministers with a thousand ounce of gold. These strange series of actions compelled one of the military commanders below the walls to speak out with a loud voice.

"Governor Ji!" yelled a disgruntled marquess. "What is the meaning of this? Where is the enemy? The beacon towers have been activated."

Ji Gongsheng unleashed a boisterous laugh at all the present vassals. Yet, he also has a hard time taking eyes off the woman.

The marquess yelled louder, almost too loud. Since he is next to his fellow peers, those words are intentionally clear. "Ji Gongsheng, the activation of the beacons is only used when the state is facing existential danger! How can you abuse this system to conjure humor for a consort?"

The other commanders grimaced. With looks of uncertainty, they are unsure how to react except agreeing with the reasonable statement of the marquess.

"Just a little training!" the governor casually joked. "I was just testing your reaction if a real threat is coming to my city! Now, off you go!"

The rallied armies of various leaders within this state are humiliated. Especially for the ones who led them here, hastily marching to the state capital's aid, thinking there was some sort of invasion. Of course, the sagely values of the Earth Kingdom values the virtues of loyalty, especially towards a sovereign who ruled justly.

With nothing else to do, the various lords can only lead their respective armies back to their domains. Despite the heavy footsteps of discontent marching, none of it can deafen the governor's thunderous laughter.

As for the marquess, he did not return to his fief just yet. Accompanied by a few heavily armored cavalrymen, he sallied towards a lone Sky-Bison standing on a flat plain. On this beast sat a furious man in brown fur deel, looking at him with an unimpressed gaze.

"One of these days, you sedentary folks will be the death of me!" yelled the Khan. "Does that fatso no longer value the fur of Sky-Bisons anymore?"

Obviously, being ambushed is both dangerous and enraging. But the overly insignificant motivation by the state governor is even more ludicrous. All the deaths and commotion were the result of a fatuous man trying to entertain a depressed consort.

The marquess acknowledged the Khan's grievances, but he stressed that any complaints should be directed at Ji Gongsheng.

"The governor's lust is beyond anyone's control," the marquess argued. "Do not forget what that enchanting Bao Si did. My daughter is both dishonored and humiliated because of that witch!"

Temujin rolled his eyes, openly displaying his lack of interest towards local politics. Due to the intricate nature of powerful clans ruling various regions, the sovereign would marry members of these prestigious families to maintain loyalty through familial ties. All of these felt rather overcomplicated for nomadic people, who never exactly find much to appreciate in the cultural practices espoused by the Earth Sages of old.

"Shen Hou, your daughter is no longer that Ji Gongsheng's wife, perhaps you should count that as a blessing," Temujin casually remarked. Although such breaking of marriages can help women who never had a say in their own marital choices, the prestige of their clan would be greatly diminished. "Next time, tell your troublesome neighbors to clean the dirt off their eyes. Make sure they do not forget who I am!"

Before the Khan can fly off with his Sky-Bison, marquess Shen Hou spoke out again.

"Temujin, we have known each other for a while now. There is no need for us to treat each other like complete strangers. Every time you come to our state, I always welcome your people's presence. If the Kheshig ever need someone who is more beneficial than Ji Gongsheng, you know where to look."

Those hinting words forced Temujin to at least slightly pay attention. For thousands of years in Earth Kingdom's history, the relationship between the sedentary people and the nomads have always been rather... complicated. There are times when they are both at war. Then there are also times when they are both allies, with one serving as mercenaries to the other.

It is a strange dynamic indeed. In the annals of the Earth Kingdom, there are many cases where power struggles between various nobles may enlist the help of nomadic warriors. Since there are countless nomads across the central continent, it is not out of the ordinary for temporary alliances to be formed. But many of such examples may even include the toppling of an entire sovereign state, an opportunity that plenty from the steppes may take.

"Not interested," Temujin replied, hoping his mundane reaction can mask the rather tempting dilemma. While the marquess does appear generous, trust is a fickle thing.

The Khan flew off with his Sky-Bison. While governor Ji Gongsheng may be fatuous and greedy, passing through his vital trading city is ludicrous for many merchants in the area. Changing of leadership is simply an unnecessary risk. If the whole tribe is poor due to some political miscalculation, his own legitimacy might also be threatened.

...

Satchiko and Mayumi marveled at the giant earthen walls that stood taller than the ones in Yi. Despite its height, noticeable cracks across its surfaces are rather noticeable.

"We are here," Khenbish said as he reigned the Sky-Bison towards the city's giant gate. Following a large column of caravan, they slowly advanced towards the giant walled settlement across this crowded road. "Behold, the state of Shang's capital, the city of Hao Jing!"

That statement felt rather dramatic, incurring Saran's unimpressed glance. Batu cannot help but remark about Khenbish's poorly timed words. Usually, such grand statements are best used when they are passing through the gate itself, witnessing whatever romanticized opulence behind the walls.

Reality is often disappointing.

"How many hours have we been on here?" the boy said. "I am starving."

Growing children are always hungry. Luckily, Saran prepared a few slices of cheese just for this occasion. Despite this minor distraction, the line of other merchants is still quite expansive. The guards at the gate are allowing people through in a very slow manner, likely to monitor the traffic.

Mayumi chose to kill some time by inquiring about this rather interesting cheese, which Saran explained is a product from the exact Sky-Bison they are currently sitting on. As Satchiko tried to carefully rest behind the saddle's protection, she saw a giant metal object in the sky, startled by its sudden appearance.

"That thing! What is that?" Satchiko's reaction immediately demands her to reach for the two metal fans again. The commotion earlier due to a gigantic misunderstanding already heightened her guard.

"Be at ease, it's just an airship," Khenbish said mundanely.

Satchiko looked around her surroundings. Judging by the lack of reaction from others, it is a normal thing to see. Yet even Mayumi cannot stop herself from staring at that rather intimidating object floating in the air.

It is like a giant metal ship that can somehow make itself float like the clouds. Satchiko's eyes are glued to it. A metal ship that can fly, isn't that the exact description in one of those bedtime tales told by Akahana?

Back in the village, many people would recognize their family as a proud and prestigious lineage. While the line that Akahana came from has absolutely nothing to do with nobility, no one doubt that their insignificant little hut was home to some of the most formidable Kyoshi Warriors. One of whom was a hero during the Hundred Year War, and even present during its final battle.

Some legends states that she singlehandedly took down multiple metal ships that can fly in the air. Of course, no one actually believe such a ludicrous claims at that time, not even members of that Kyoshi Warrior's family. But if that legend is indeed true, then it would certainly further bolster her already renowned legacy in the eyes of the villagers.

"Don't you folks see something like that before?" Batu inquired about their unique curiosity towards the giant airship. Naturally, Kyoshi Island's remoteness meant many inhabitants is clueless about the world outside. Here they are, two sisters finally expanding their knowledge beyond the ocean that surrounds their home.

"That symbol, I saw it before," Satchiko remarked about the insignia on the side of that grey airship.

It is the symbol of the United Republic, a state located in the west. She cannot ignore their excessive use of grey color instead of the commonly seen green. While her understanding of this continent's political situation is very vague, she at least recognizes that certain colors are used more than others, and other benders of different elements are donned in their own style. But what is the color grey supposed to symbolize?

The airship descended, landing in the city's center and behind those giant walls. Unlike the folks on the ground, the flying vessel is not constrained by the limitations of a lengthy caravan.

"I wonder what kind of people are inside that flying ship," Satchiko said. "Can I defeat one on my own?"

"What?" Mayumi is confused by that weird statement.

The line of caravan advanced at snail pace. Eventually, the Kheshig reached near the gate entrance itself. Unfortunately, the guards are not exactly the most professional type. Being sentries that controls the flow of people that enters the city, they have a degree of authority to reject certain elements deemed problematic. Naturally, the vagueness of such unspoken criteria meant the interpretation can be rather unpredictable.

"My cabbages!" A man's scream reached everyone's ears. Apparently, a minor dispute over a certain 'entrance fees' have incurred the guard captain's ire. Unlike most merchants, the peasantry is not exactly the wealthiest when handling unexpected expenses.

"Scoundrels like you should think twice before intruding on the governor's turf," an armored guard demeaned.

Multiple soldiers used their spears to topple a wooden cart of vegetables, prompting the farmer to quickly recover them. While these agricultural produces may be seen as insignificant, to the common people, they are a source of livelihood in a world of starvation.

"Ahem," a coarse and deep voice garnered the attention of the armed foreman. The towering Khan approached them, demanding passage for him and his people. The gate sentries are hesitant when trying to extort the nomad.

"Ah, you there," the foreman said. "I see that you have a rather extensive line of caravan." Silently, he extended an open palm, hinting that a special kind of 'payment' is needed to pass this gate.

Temujin narrowed his eyes. Before he can unsheathe the saber to forcefully deal with these ruffians, Subutai immediately intervened. The two older men moved to the side of the road and discussed privately, their conversation remaining secret to both the tribe and the others.

With a growling expression, the Khan agreed to the payment, which Subutai personally delivered in his place. With this rather dishonest transaction completed, the whole caravan is allowed through the city's gatehouse, entering a vast bustling settlement. Despite the almost fatal encounter earlier, Satchiko cannot resist the urge to marvel at the lively streets filled with merchants in various shades of green or brown.

"Behold, the capital city of this state, Hao Jing," Khenbish said.

The entire main street itself is a giant marketplace. Textiles and pottery flowed through the stalls. Traders selling large sacks of spices in exchange for gold or silver, forming lucrative exchanges. Merchants travelling from distant lands risked their lives to bring goods from the other side of the continent. Salt from the Mo Ce coasts, gold from the Si Wong desert, and even exquisite silk from the grand city of Ba Sing Se. There is so much porcelain wares on display, Okiku would likely have gone mad with excitement. The incredible number of economic activities far surpasses the rather mundane traders who occasionally arrives at Kyoshi Island.

"So much stuff!" Satchiko expressed her amazement without eloquence.

As Khenbish explained, the city of Hao Jing is positioned next to a river, making it very valuable as a trading hub. As for the nomads that occasionally travels here, woolen products are exchanged for goods that a nomadic lifestyle simply cannot create.

"Hey Mayumi, look at all those statues." Satchiko noticed the grand displays of large stone figures that seems to represent people.

At first, the naive Kyoshi Warrior assumed them to be spirits or past incarnations of the Avatar, since venerating them is a very common practice across the world.

"Those are people, ancestors of the current governor's household," Khenbish corrected her. "The man in charge of this place is perhaps more superstitious than anyone. But hey, if he believes that building these things can bless this place with more trade, it's not a loss for me and my family."

The city does have a specific location where travelling merchants can present offerings and prayers to other deities. Considering the rather diverse origins of the traders, previous leaders have established a temple where many different figures of veneration is available for the common people's spiritual needs, praying more wealth and other benefits.

"My daughter and I are going there," Saran said, turning to the Kyoshi Warriors. "Do you two wish to accompany us?"

Wishing to see more of the city, Mayumi agreed without asking for Satchiko's opinion. Since Batu isn't interested in such mundane religious matters, he stayed behind as the other Kheshig tribesmen unloaded their cargo. Small and stubby, he tried his best to carry large bundles of Sky-Bison wool, occasionally tripping over.

...

Saran and her daughter carried various food items to the local temple. It is a common practice to perform ceremonial offerings to spirits and deities, and certain members of the Kheshig do occasionally visit Hao Jing's temple while simultaneously taking care of their exchanges. Aside from consulting religious matters with the tribe's dedicated shaman, Saran would always come to this place to pray for good fortunes for the future.

"This Hog-Monkey didn't come easy," Saran laughed, showing Mayumi the carcass in the basket. "I definitely wasn't prepared when I spotted it. Good thing my bow didn't fail me!"

Satchiko grimaced but tried her best not to show it. Offering food to the spirits is obviously a very common practice beyond her home. Although, she isn't sure if the size of the food offerings can affect whatever blessings the spirit in question would reward.

A stone temple complex stood before them. As the four of them stepped into the giant courtyard, the Kyoshi Warriors noticed the similarities this place shares with the counterpart back home. Obviously, the intricate stone architecture is indeed prominently displayed, and the statues are even more grandeur and splendid.

There are three main halls available for the visitors. Following Saran, they first visited the two smaller buildings on both sides of the area, which houses statues of lesser deities such as generals or spirits which plays a more mundane role in the lives of humans. It is here that Satchiko first encountered stone figures that depicts actual people from the past. Not only are they respected, but they are venerated as beings that have transcended their simple mortality.

"So, I guess the Avatars are not the only ones that enjoys this privilege."

Mayumi quickly hushed her sister's outspokenness. It is rather disrespectful to speak like this within temple grounds.

Saran and the group arrived before a statue crowded by people. According to Batu's sister, this particular deity is very popular amongst the common people. Farmers and merchants alike both highly venerate this specific figure, which is known as Cai Shen, the god of wealth. Or at least, he is one of the deities tasked with blessing people's fortunes. This is after all, a giant pantheon of various spirits and immortals, all syncretized in the beautiful harmony known as folk religion.

The three of them watched as the older woman struggled through the thick crowd, placing the basket of the dead Hog-Monkey upon the altar. Understandably, the others are slightly taken aback by the rather unique offering towards Cai Shen. Most simply presented fruits or cooked fish. But none judged this choice, after all, Cai Shen is a deity of wealth, he certainly wouldn't mind the type of food tribute the common people may present.

After wishing some prayers for better circumstances in the future, Saran returned and led them all to the main hall. Immediately after stepping one foot in, Satchiko realized the glaring difference.

First, it was the height of the ceiling. Tall and grandeur, the walls are decorated with very tiny meditating figures. But it is the giant statues that truly captivated their full attention. Even Mayumi is in awe.

Guarded by four heavily armored statues that are smaller in size, three giant statues sat behind the main altar itself. They are meditating, with the one in the middle clearly being displayed as the most important of all. Their aesthetic, adapted some superficial appearance within the Earth Kingdom, is unmistakably the product outside the continent.

"Air Nomads," Mayumi uttered very quietly.

More specifically, the three giant stone idols are monks, or were monks depending on who they asked.

From the palm gestures and the distinctive style of the three giant statues, these are clearly the inspiration of the Air Nomads. Being positioned in the central hall demonstrated its importance above even local spirits, as Air Nomad philosophy is not restricted solely to the four temples themselves.

"Who is the one in the middle?" Satchiko asked.

No one is actually fully certain. The giant statue placed at the exact center depicts a man that may have attained true peace. With the top of his head covered with what seems to be dried snails, there is no shortage of reverence demonstrated towards him. Many people near the altar bowed three times while holding incense sticks. Satchiko observed it all with curiosity, wondering how the people here reconcile with so many different deities. It seems that the folks here are fine with venerating figures outside their native lands.

As Saran offers three incense sticks to those statues, Satchiko noticed that this must be some form of ritual not too different from one of Akahana's roles. Many people within this hall all have their incense sticks, bowing and asking the three deities for whatever blessings they desire. Farmers praying for good harvests, merchants prayed for better business fortunes, and family members of soldiers prayed for that no one would die in combat.

Satchiko stared at the three Air Nomad idols. There is one older monk, a younger monk, and a woman. The last one is depicted with countless arms. Whoever they are, the people here venerate them deeply, even someone like Saran partake in the ways of the sedentary people. It is a rather conflicting sight to behold, considering the strained ties the Kheshig have with the present Air Nomads led by the venerable Master Tenzin.

After moving to the side of this grand temple hall, Mayumi quietly inquired about the three Air Nomad statues. Admittedly, Batu's sister isn't the most knowledgeable in spiritual aspects. But she did explain that the female idol with many arms is a very popular design choice of the highly beloved spiritual figure.

The venerable Yang Chen Avatar.

Satchiko stared at the inanimate object in question. According to the conversation, Yang Chen is perhaps one of the most beloved figures in the Earth Kingdom. Despite hailing from the Air Temples, this nun has attained a legacy beyond ordinary deities, immortalized and worshipped by people from all walks of life. Yang Chen Avatar embodies compassion, which is why certain sculptures or temple idols would depict her with many arms reaching outward, symbolizing her willingness to help all those in need.

"Sometimes, I wish we are all living in Yang Chen's era," Sarangerel sighed. "An era of peace and prosperity, how I wish the next Avatar can be like that."

Seeing the many people bowing and presenting incense to the three statues, Satchiko wondered if the other two idols also represent specific Avatar incarnations. But this little trip has shown her that the masses would adore certain incarnations over others. It seems that the positive legacy of Yang Chen has outweighed even the feud that the Kheshig bears towards the Air Nomads.

"Clear a way!" A loud and authoritative voice ordered.

Heavily armored guards with pike suddenly walked into the hall. Despite engrossed in their ritual of presenting prayers and incense sticks, the visitors quickly parted away, opening up a clear path between the temple's entrance and the altar of the three legendary Air Nomads. Saran quickly placed down a plate of fruits on the table before hastily moved sideward, allowing the armed soldiers through.

As the entrance and the alter is cleared, a teenage girl strolled into the hall. Donned in silken ceremonial dress, she stood before the three statues and offered some incense sticks. Judging by this rather grandeur display of guards, it is presumed that she must have a noble lineage inside this city.

"She must be the governor's daughter," Mayumi remarked after hearing the teenager's prayer for her family's future. "Despite her father's behavior, at least her filial piety is still there."

Satchiko and Mayumi noticed Sarangerel's disapproving expression. Batu's sister closed her eyes and gently shook her head. As the teenager in elaborate dress performed her own ritual at the three Air Nomad statues, Saran led all of them out of the hall. Both Kyoshi Warriors saw the uncomfortable face on the older woman, which is now more apparent on the crowd too.

The older sister scanned the people outside, many are either curious or sorrowful. Specifically, their attention is focused on the teenager accompanied by heavily armored guards.

"Who was that girl?" Satchiko asked.

"Oh look, we arrived at the fortuneteller's hut!" Saran announced with an enthusiastic tone that fooled absolutely no one.

It is another ornate building within temple grounds, built with circular round doors and peculiar architecture. Immediately, Satchiko became suspicious. She is not someone who easily believes in divinations. Although their father is an avid believer of Feng Shui, even he warned against devoting faith in beliefs that may or may not be true.

Saran tried to induce the two warriors with some excitement, much to her daughter's dismay.

"Mother, you are trying too hard on this," Sarangerel sighed. She briefly explained that the person inside the building is the disciple and successor to a very prominent fortuneteller. Many believe her words due to its good reputation.

"How accurate is she?" Mayumi cannot help but asked.

"Very, very accurate," Sarangerel insinuated. Clearly, the response is neither positive nor negative. If a farmer wishes to know the results of their harvest, an accurate divination does not mean the yield will be bountiful. In certain cases, predicting a terrible omen is rather troubling. "But don't you worry," Sarangerel reassured. "Most of time we only wish to know very mundane aspects of our future. For example."

Sarangerel intentionally waited for someone to exit the building. A man instantly burrowed into a batch of bushes, donning himself with various flowers across his robe. The garb is thereby dirtied.

"What?" Satchiko grimaced. "W-what is that even supposed to mean?"

"The fortuneteller's predictions are almost never wrong," Sarangerel finished.

Without much deliberation, the four of them entered the building. Satchiko covered her mouth as the heavy permeating smell of incense viciously attacked the nose.

"Sister, be respectful," Mayumi demanded. Regardless of the location, they are still within temple grounds, which is why it is expected to display basic etiquette of walking on sacred grounds.

Satchiko obeyed, but still felt that the incense smell within the front room is too excessive.

Both Saran and her daughter simply sat down on some pillows, a sign that they have been here many times before. Along with some other clients, they enjoyed some bean curd puffs and tea, making themselves right at home.

"We already have the fortuneteller predicted our future, you two go ahead," Saran said.

While Mayumi is receptive to the idea, Satchiko is fully adamant.

"Big sis, I don't believe in such nonsense, you can't predict the future!"

Mayumi quickly shushed her sister, much to the latter's annoyance. As Satchiko stuffed some bean curd puff in her mouth, a young girl came to declare that the fortuneteller is waiting inside.

"It's likely just some simple palm reading, nothing more." Mayumi strolled into the inner chamber. After closing the doors behind her, the lighting became surprisingly rather dim.

The Kyoshi Warrior walked a few steps. Without warning, the fire suddenly erupted the center of the room, forcing her two arms to block the face.

"I am expecting you," a frail voice croaked.

Behind the pit of fire sat a white-haired woman with two long braids. Covered in wrinkles, she wore a pink ceremonial robe. Despite the elderly age, those eyes never lost its foresight.

Silently, Mayumi sat on the opposite side of the fire. "Fortuneteller, I came to seek answers into the future. It is very important."

"Don't we all?" The old shaman replied in a rather cryptic manner.

Before Mayumi can clarify the specific divination that is needed, the fortuneteller began the ritual. It was a process that is strange but also mesmerizing. An oracle bone of a turtle-duck shell is thrown into the fire. They watched the flames cracked the bone, revealing fine lines and symbols that can only be interpreted by the fortuneteller herself. With some wooden sticks, the elder retrieved the oracle bone, placing it on a piece of cloth and proceeds 'read' the revelation.

Unable to understand the fine intricacies of this ancient practice, Mayumi waited patiently.

After some intense interpretation, the fortuneteller announced that she finally saw Mayumi's future.

"Interesting," the old woman said.

Mayumi held her breath. While she may not be an avid believer in certain superstitions, there is no harm in remaining open to anything which may disprove her preconceived notions. If this fortuneteller claims to be 'expecting' them, then it may be possible that she can even understand the inner thoughts of others.

"You are lucky. It is very, very auspicious!"

Mayumi listened intently. Perhaps this is a good indication that the remainder of their journey to Ba Sing Se will not only be safe, but also incur some sort of fortunate. Before Mayumi can pay this fortuneteller for the reading, the sorceress quickly confused her.

"He is a man of great caliber! His talent can only be matched by his ambition!"

"What?"

The fortuneteller continued, too engrossed in the interpretation and failed to hear Mayumi's objection.

"There is more, I saw a powerful Earthbender and a purple flower. Two children who are-"

"Shaman!" Mayumi raised her voice, interrupting the elder. "Forgive my rudeness, but I did not come here to seek answers for such personal matters."

"You are not?" The fortuneteller appears dumbfounded. "I thought all you youngsters are here for that. It's all you kids want to know about these days."

After quickly clarifying Mayumi's real intention, the fortuneteller readjusted the reading of this oracle bone.

As the elder repeated the process, Mayumi recoiled slightly with embarrassment. Purple flower? Powerful Earthbender? Two children? Perhaps her sister might be right about the lunacy of divinations. Regardless of whether or not this prediction is true, her current focus is devoted on her sister's safety. Romance is simply not the greatest priority at this point of her life.

"You may rest assured," the fortuneteller explained in a calm manner. "Both you and your sister will safely arrive at Ba Sing Se."

Mayumi breathed a sigh of relief. Although still not a guaranteed result, hearing this divination did bring a sense of reassurance. She wanted to pay the elder with some copper coins but was refused.

"Shaman, may I please at least know your name?" Mayumi bowed at the elder.

"Aunt Meng," said the seasoned fortuneteller. "I can sense that you have doubts in my readings."

"Indeed," Mayumi admitted. "But certainly, most people are more receptive to the favorable parts of their destiny. I am sure if a farmer heard that this year's harvest is bound to be stricken by a drought, they would be dejected, perhaps initially in denial in the face of an imminent misfortune."

Aunt Meng nodded slowly. She stated that her divination has attracted many farmers and merchants, seeking a prediction in their potential fortune. But whenever she revealed that suffering and pain awaits them, most refused to accept.

"My reputation is about accuracy, it's a shame that someone in power does not recognize this," Meng sighed.

Commotion in the reception hall demanded their attention. There was a scuffle. Aunt Meng quickly went over and opened the doors.

"You can't do this! Aunt Meng's divination isn't done yet!"

That was the fortuneteller's assistant, who tried to stop some guards intruding the chamber.

Satchiko quickly dashed to Mayumi's side, preparing to fight these brutes in case the tension escalates. Four armored soldiers barged into the space, demanding that the sorceress skip over a few clients.

First, Aunt Meng reassured her assistant, and then chastised the guards for their lack of respect.

"I understand that the governor does not heed my rather ominous divination of his reign, but that does not mean the likes of you can simply come here and ransack my shop!"

The elder may be frail, but her voice is sharp enough to at least temporarily stun these careless hooligans.

"Please overlook our intrusion, but by the governor's order, we must ensure that whatever mundane tasks the sacrifice still have can be fulfilled in a timely manner."

Aunt Meng narrowed her eyes, beaming at the governor's soldiers with a subtle glare.

"Fine, whatever," the elder replied begrudgingly.

The two Kyoshi Warriors watched as the teenager from earlier came in, dragging the long ceremonial robe across the floor. Despite the obvious extravagant materials used to create her dress, there is no effort to preserve its pristine condition.

The girl bowed to Meng, and the latter received the client in usual manner.

"You two!" A guard gestured at the women with face paint. "Out, now!"

"It's fine, let them stay," the teenager said. "The four of you may leave us."

By these words alone, the guards left, allowing Mayumi and Satchiko to attend this rather peculiar meeting. The divination that the teenager seeks is also rather strange, wondering if her family members would prosper specifically after today.

Aunt Meng, with her frail body, produced a somewhat sorrowful sigh. She threw an oracle bone into the fire, performing her famous divination that was taught by her equally famous predecessor.

"Prosperity, fortune and wealth shall grace all your family members on this world," Meng claimed with a straight face. "They will be blessed with bountiful harvests year after year."

Despite all the downtrodden expression, the teenage girl did produce a weak smile. Content with Aunt Meng's reassurances, she bowed, thanking the fortuneteller before soon leaving with the contingent of guards.

It is only until they left can the two Kyoshi Warriors soften their muscles.

"Seriously, who was that?" Satchiko chimed in. The identity of that teenager is rather mysterious. At first glance, she is definitely someone of high importance.

Aunt Meng sighed in a frail manner. Upon being further inquired by Mayumi, the old fortuneteller revealed more about this city, and also her own misfortune.

"The reputation of my divination lies in its accuracy, which is why I will not hide bad omens from anyone, not even the governor." Meng carefully walked over to the back of the room, offering some incense sticks to a small shrine of her deceased husband, whose portrait depicts a man with large ears. "Young ones, you may not fully believe in fortunetelling, but I can assure you, ignoring bad omens is a quick path to the grave."

The two Kyoshi Warriors looked at each other, unsure the meaning behind that warning.

"I foresee a troubling calamity, one that shall threaten the city." Aunt Meng continued "One month ago, there was a great earthquake around here, a sign that this city must prepare for impending danger. It's a shame that the governor thinks he can somehow prevent it from happening instead of preparing for it."

Satchiko scoffed at this nonsense, which quickly drew Mayumi's reprimand.

"Apologies, my sister is still rather young. She means no disrespect."

Aunt Meng glanced at Satchiko's palm, declaring that the young Kyoshi Warrior shall one day shoulder an unbearable burden. Of course, this rather bleak divination was not received positively.

"You two may want to leave this place," Meng further insinuated. She retrieved a dusty old book, an heirloom from her predecessor. "I am heading to the governor, perhaps there is still room for rationality to pierce through his skull."

Before the old hag can exit through that door, Mayumi quickly call out, stopping her.

"Aunt Meng, please forgive my insolence, but were you fully honest when the divination was performed on that girl?" Mayumi asked carefully. "I know from personal experience. Did you fed her a story that she wanted to hear?"

Satchiko, confused by their conversation, sought to know more. Aunt Meng stood quietly before strolling out of the room, leaving them without their respective answers.

"Big sis, why are you suddenly so interested in that girl with beautiful dress?" Satchiko asked. "While she might be some rich family's daughter, praying for family's happiness isn't out of the ordinary."

Mayumi turned to her, both hands on the armored shoulders. "It's fine, no need to worry. Everything is going to be alright."

The older sister hugged Satchiko, and then realized that Sarangerel is staring at them, quietly. Mayumi knew that it would be rather hypocritical to accuse Aunt Meng for not being honest while she herself hides certain truths from the one person she considers a confidant. Most people in this city understands the horrific purpose of that teenager in elaborate ceremonial dress. But the practice of certain rituals is an anomaly in today's standard, a fleeting vestige of the old. Which is why there is no need for her little sister to understand this ugly truth blatantly displayed before them.

It's easier to believe that offering food to deities has always been about using fruit or animal meat.

...

Khenbish stared at a jar of rice wine with desire. He smelled the content, pleased with the distilled flavor.

"Sorghum liquor, I presume?"

The nomad chose to barter this jar with a sack of Sky-Bison fur. After happily hiding the wine in a hidden stash within the saddle, Saran returned. At the same time, it seems that Batu have also came back from the marketplace, bringing four tanghulu as snacks.

"Thanks Batu," Satchiko received the skewered hawthorn fruits.

As the adults are still settling their own businesses with other merchants, Sarangerel offered to give them a small tour around the stalls.

Despite the exotic wares from other regions, both sisters knew they cannot afford any of it. The more effort these merchants expend to transport the goods, the more expensive they became.

Amongst raw items such as silk, tea or fur, certain merchants do sell more luxurious items favored by the gentry. The common people have no use for such delicate objects they cannot appreciate.

"Big sis, look, that man is selling paintings." Satchiko noticed a stall next to a giant animal, which Batu claimed to be a camelephant. Its owner uttered with strength and vigor, drawing everyone's attention to his supposedly priceless calligraphies.

Surrounded by wealthy members of the city's inner district, the merchant advertised his wares. Paintings and written poems, all made by talented scholars are displayed for all to see. While some nobles have shown penchant to a few artworks, many onlookers cannot ignore the outstanding painting in the middle of the stall, particularly its astounding price.

An ink wash style depiction of a mountain caught all by surprise. Despite only using one color, the artist demonstrated their experience by managing to conjure different variations of depth. It was lifelike, with a stillness that managed to mesmerize them all.

"Huh, not bad," Mayumi remarked casually. She always enjoys art from other regions. If it wasn't for the ridiculous price, she might have bought it.

The merchant did not ignore this. He stormed over, surprising all of them with rage.

"Not bad? I risked my life just to bring these calligraphies here. Do you know how hard it is for the likes of me to travel from the north of this continent and make it back alive?"

Mayumi quickly rectified the situation by apologizing. Considering the countless arrows embedded in this merchant's caravan, it is unfair to dismiss his anger. Wars and banditry meant travelling between various states is a death wise, especially carrying lootable goods.

Despite this, others cannot help but comment on what they deem as an unfair price. While the painting is indeed exceedingly beautiful, the price is set at three hundred gold coins, making even the most generous nobles hesitate.

"Three hundred gold coins for that?" Satchiko blurted. "It's just some ink on paper, I doubt it worths half of that price!"

The merchant gawked at that bold statement. Yet, many in the crowd did somewhat support her rather uninformed opinion. Some even scoffed, claiming that the painting is just the work of a lowly scholar, a worthless piece of artwork.

"Do not jump to such childish conclusions," a voice said.

Satchiko and the rest of the crowd turned to a sole merchant who emerged from the background. A middle-aged man leisurely strolled forth with a retinue of assistants. If it wasn't for the reaction from other traders, many might have mistaken him as a local noble.

"Your critique is rather fanciful," he said to the Kyoshi Warrior. "While many of you may perceive the price of three hundred gold coins as daylight robbery, I personally believe it should have been higher."

Everyone, including the calligraphy merchant himself, is surprised by the statement. But the middle-aged man elaborated, arguing the cost of transporting goods from the north of this continent to the southern regions is a feat that deserves praise. Without ships, trading inland is almost impossible with the current chaos that plagues the realm.

"This is also no ordinary painting, if my uneducated guess is correct, I suppose this is the artwork of the White Scholar from Ba Sing Se."

"How did you know?" asked the calligraphy merchant, who seems a bit confused himself.

"You can tell by its elegant style, which reminds me of the famed paintings made by the Omashu Earth Sages. It is unique, a testament to that city's strong emphasis in the sagely traditions since the reign of Queen Guo Xun. Now, before you ask me what this has anything to do with Ba Sing Se, I heard from a little bird that a dishonored prince from Omashu was sent to the other great city. I sure do wonder what that prince would teach to his sole student."

Many in the crowd mused that this fellow is more knowledgeable about calligraphies than the merchant that actually sells it. Nevertheless, the authenticity of this ink wash painting still did not persuade the onlookers about its exorbitant value.

"B-but this price of three hundred gold coins is still too high!"

The seasoned merchant turned to the farmer who uttered that statement. "Someone who wants to succeed has to overcome their own greed first. Investment take time to bear fruit, and the returns are not always immediate or obvious. Invest in a plowing field, the profit is tenfold. Invest in pearls and jade, the profit is a hundredfold. I believe the risks and danger that my fellow merchant has took deserves a fair return for his venture."

The crowd reluctantly agreed. Except for Batu, who is too busy chewing away his snack to listen.

The calligraphy merchant thanked the stranger's generous words. It seems that this little speech even convinced one member of the crowd to come forth and purchase this painting by the White Scholar. Almost in an instant, three hundred gold coins are exchanged.

"However," the middle-aged man said while seeping another bowl of fine wine. "I believe my fellow merchant also failed to capitalize on a golden opportunity!"

"Huh?"

Satchiko and Mayumi observed the situation. They realized that the customer who bought the White Scholar's painting wore elongated robe often seen on state ministers. He hurried away, running towards the center of this city.

"Imagine if you invest by gaining favor from the state's sovereign, now that kind of profit would be immeasurable."

Hearing those words, the calligraphy merchant quickly glanced at the minister who scurried off with that painting. Three hundred gold coins suddenly felt less alluring.

"W-wait, what... well at least I earned a good sum," the calligraphy seller said with stutter, trying to reassure himself after losing a potentially golden opportunity to forge ties with Ji Gongsheng.

"Care for a bowl of wine?" The middle-aged man offered in an almost joking manner.

What is the worth of three hundred pieces of gold when the governor of Shang occasionally rewards a thousand ounce to his most trusted ministers? If the profit of making a concubine smile worths more than transporting goods from Ba Sing Se, why invest in the latter?

The crowd slowly dissipated. As the two merchants shared some wine, Mayumi and the other three approached them.

"Excuse me, sir," she addressed the middle-aged merchant.

After finishing the second bowl of wine, the man cleared his throat and introduce himself to the four youngsters.

"Lu Buwei, humble jade and pearl vendor, at your service."

"Humble?" Satchiko said with skepticism.

"Oh yes," Lu Buwei said shamelessly. "It is not easy to be a travelling merchant in times like this. Most often I barely can make a decent living."

Satchiko narrowed her gaze more. Obviously, Lu Buwei's snarky remarks contradicts the exquisite silk robe he wears.

"I don't suppose you four are here to buy my wares?" Lu Buwei correctly deduced.

"No, but I am curious, if you believe so much in gaining favor with the leader of the state, why haven't you bought that painting and present it to the governor?" Mayumi's question impressed the merchant.

Lu Buwei appears to ponder. And of course, he answered in a somewhat directionless manner.

"Perhaps I am aiming quite high," Lu Buwei mused. "Gaining the favor of Omashu's Sage King would be a worthy investment, but how can I earn a profit from that venture when the Earth Sages look down on merchants?"

Since ancient times, the perception of merchants has been a rather fluctuating occupation. Although some of Earth Kingdom's most competent rulers understand their importance in circulating essential goods, others do not have a fond opinion. Despite also capable of amassing great fortune and demonstrate societal behaviors worthy of the scholar-officials, Earth Sages tend to frown upon these possible threats to harmony and exploiters of farmers.

"Perhaps I am just as clueless as this gentleman next to me, but maybe the one who truly worth my investment might show up." Lu Buwei continued his enjoyment of wine, implying that whoever he intends to invest is far superior to even royalty.

But this travelling merchant also left a small advice to Mayumi, which the Kyoshi Warrior listened with great suspicion.

"If you intend to garner favor from an influential person, try to offer a deal they cannot refuse."

"Lu Buwei, are you advising me to apply underhanded tactics?" Mayumi demanded. Yet, her glare only made the merchant laugh. Lu Buwei continued to drink wine.

Before Satchiko can even say a word to denounce anything they consider a cowardly move, Khenbish and Saran arrived in a hasty manner. The four youngsters turned around.

"Children!" Khenbish called out. "The Khan is summoning all of you to the city's center! We are meeting the governor."

Upon hearing this, Mayumi's expression turned furious. But knowing the power of a state's sovereign leader, accusing the governor of today's incident would be more than difficult. The Khan may be a warrior, but would he truly risk relations with this trading city? The livelihood of these nomads depends on selling wool here, it would be quite inconvenient to both the tribesman and his legitimacy if Hao Jing suddenly closed their doors to Sky-Bison fur.

"Oh, it seems that you four are well-connected with Governor Ji Gongsheng!" Lu Buwei said in a sarcastic manner. "Mind I tag alone? I am curious to see what kind of party those folks have!"

Obviously, only the adults can agree with this merchant's weird request. Nevertheless, Khenbish reluctantly allowed this jade merchant to follow them. It seems that both men previously knew each other before. It didn't take long for Lu Buwei to spill some words about Khenbish's penchant for alcohol, clearly a deliberate ploy to inform Saran of this clandestine information.

"You and I should visit the newly opened inn in this city, a little bird told me that they serve a special type of wine made from fermented grapes! If my sources are correct, only the city of Li Qian has this. I am sure this beverage would be a breath of fresh air from the usual sorghum wine you drink. Ah, just thinking about it made me thirsty."

"M-master Lu, please, no need to be so specific on the details!" Khenbish can physically feel the silent glare from his wife. Batu and Sarangerel gradually moved away for their own safety.

As the couple tried to settle this issue, the crafty merchant decided to talk with the youngsters, specifically the two Kyoshi Warriors who are new to this city.

"Governor Ji Gongsheng is a rather lucky man. The city of Hao Jing is strategically positioned next to a river, enabling trade despite the constant warring surrounding this state. In my opinion, robbing people while being the leader of the state is certainly more efficient than my profession." He turned to them while walking. "You two should be surprised by all the antics that fellow is constantly performing. Lighting up the emergency beacon towers just to entertain his consort would be the more mundane activates."

"Antics? Mundane?" Mayumi scathed indignantly. "What happened today almost costed my sister's life! Many others were killed!"

"And," Lu Buwei emphasized. "There is likely nothing you can do about it."

Mayumi did not argue against this simple yet realistic reality. Yet, it did not prevent Satchiko from inputting her own thoughts in the matter. Governor Ji Gongsheng's action today costed the lives of many in a completely needless misunderstanding. Activating the beacon towers when there is not enemy is clearly irresponsible of a ruler. Temujin and some of his warriors killed people, all because the reinforcements on the ground assumed the Kheshig to be the invaders of the state. Using her extremely naive understanding of Earth Kingdom politics, she managed to humor the merchant.

"Can't we just call the local elders or other chiefs to condemn the governor?" Satchiko said. "Why not choose another one to put them in charge?"

"Sister..."

Mayumi's expression immediately informed Satchiko of her rather childish words. Despite both being daughters of a prominent Kyoshi Warrior and the village chief, clearly only one of them is at least somewhat well-versed in the arts of being a ruler.

Of course, Lu Buwei did not hesitate to laugh.

"Unless you are from a small isolate village, there is no way you are THIS uninformed!" He bellowed.

"Well, as a matter of fact, that is exactly where I am from," Satchiko admitted.

After the merchant calmed himself down, he explained that her suggestion on how to 'condemn the governor' and 'choose another one' makes no sense. A city as grand as Hao Jing cannot be compared to a small village. A governor is also not a chief. Here, the role of elders is more official and socially hierarchical.

"I suppose some ministers and sages will openly denounce Ji Gongsheng's behavior, and I certainly have seen them doing it in other states." Lu Buwei then chuckled. "Well, the vast majority of times they lost their positions, some got exiled, and some, let's just say their flesh smells crispy after a rather intense bath."

They arrived before a gilded wall. Unlike the outer fortification that protects the entire city of Hao Jing, this one is better maintained and furnished. It is correct to assume that the governor's personal residence is just behind those gates painted in gold.

"I wonder who they are sacrificing this time," Lu Buwei remarked.

Mayumi quickly glanced at Satchiko, whose expression turned pale after hearing the merchant.

At the same time, the smell of wine and roasted meat is also growing stronger, permeating from the walled palace itself.

End of Chapter Notes:

-Please be aware that the state of Shang here is unrelated to the Shang cities presented in 'Legacy of Yangchen'. This setting is inspired from the late Shang-Western Zhou period. At the point of writing this, I have yet to read the novel the Yang Chen novel.