The evening air carried a faint chill as Kai stepped out of the cloth shop beside Darius, the weight of his new gi settling on him like a second skin. He tugged once at the sleeves, still adjusting to how different he looked from the mountain boy he had been just weeks ago.
Darius uncorked his flask, eyes scanning the bustling street with practiced ease. "Clothes? Check. Now for the rest. Come on, kid."
Kai fell into step, weaving through crowded lanes. Lanterns swayed overhead as merchants barked prices for silk, sigil paper, and spirit-ink charms. The crowd was overwhelming compared to Rajir's quiet streets.
The inn was quiet when Darius led him around back. Beyond the kitchen yard, hidden behind bamboo fencing, stretched a small training field—packed dirt, chalk lines fading, scarred from years of traveling Seekers. Lanterns along the wall barely reached the center, casting long shadows.
Darius took a sip, then set the flask on the fence. His voice shifted—calm, steady, weighted.
"Good a place as any. No crowd. No whispers. Just you and me."
Kai tightened the strap of his gi. "You want to test me."
Darius smirked. "Not test. Measure. You've got talent, kid. But I need to see what happens when you stop holding back. So... let's spar. For real."
A spark lit Kai's eyes. "If I don't hold back, you'll regret it."
"That so?" Darius rolled his shoulders, aura pressing faintly against the dirt like a storm ready to break. "Tell me—do you even know about transformations?"
The word hit deep. Kai froze. Transformations. Monks whispered legends of souls blooming beyond human, but he had never seen one.
The field went still. Even the city seemed distant here.
Darius shifted into stance, hand loose at his side, the air trembling as if the world itself waited. For a heartbeat, Kai felt the crushing pressure of a Gold Seeker's readiness.
Then... darkness.
The lanterns flickered out. The scene ended before either of them moved.
Morning
Kai jolted awake, breath sharp. Sunlight bled through shutters. His chest ached as if he'd fought all night. Then his eyes widened.
The bells.
He was late.
"Damn it!" He grabbed his satchel and staff, pulling on his gi without tying it.
Down the stairs, into the streets—Zhushen already roared alive. Merchants shouted, banners unfurled, guards marched in polished armor, and young candidates rushed toward the orientation square.
Kai darted through the crowd, weaving past carts and oxen, his black gi snapping like a banner.
The bell tolled again, shaking rooftops.
The Seeker Orientation had begun.
The plaza overflowed. Lanterns swayed overhead, bells tolled from towers, and silver-robed officials guided lines of wide-eyed candidates toward the dais.
Kai arrived breathless, squeezing into the crowd just as the examiner's voice echoed.
"From this moment, your old lives are behind you. Today begins the Seeker Examination. You will be placed into teams. You will endure trials. Fail once, and you are dismissed. Pass, and you step onto the Seeker's path."
Excitement rippled through the square.
Kai wasn't listening. His gaze had already found her.
Aria stood at the far edge, hair catching sunlight like pale flame. Sharper now, posture braced, sparks flickering faintly between her fingers.
Did she even remember him?
Then her eyes met his.
A smirk curved her lips. Not mocking. Not surprised. Like she had expected him all along.
Kai's chest tightened. In Rajistan, she'd been just another face. Here, she stood like lightning splitting a storm.
The examiner droned through the rules, but Kai barely heard. Their paths had crossed twice now—first the deserts, now the empire's heart.
And if the trials placed them on the same team...
He almost hoped for it.
The square was packed; association banners fluttered above. The proctor's voice rose, cutting through chatter.
"The Seeker Exams begin in two days. You will face three trials. The first: the Trial by Mind. A written test on combat theory, aura law, Muti structures, geography, and history."
Groans rippled. Scrolls appeared as some crammed desperately.
Kai froze, gripping his staff. "Written... test? With words?"
The boy beside him blinked. "Obviously. What'd you expect?"
Kai muttered, "I thought it'd be more... punching."
His stomach turned. Aura law? He'd never read a book. Muti theory? Monks told him to breathe, then strike harder. Geography? He barely knew beyond his mountains.
He rubbed his face. "I'm doomed."
The proctor continued. "The second trial: Trial by Combat. Teams are assigned after the written. You will be tested on cohesion and survival, not just strength."
Candidates straightened. Confidence sparked. Kai managed a shaky laugh. "Okay... combat. That I can do. Please don't let me fail before that."
The proctor raised a hand. "The final stage: Trial by Mercy. Winning teams separated. You will face each other one-on-one. These duels determine your rank."
Excitement erupted—cheers, weapons clashing.
Kai slumped. "Aura law, Muti theory, history... I can't even spell half those words."
When the crowd dispersed, he dragged his staff behind him. "I climbed mountains, fought beasts, and trained under waterfalls. And I'll be beaten by paper..."
Outside the hall, voices faded into Chun's streets. Kai still stood, stiff, mumbling.
"Aura law? I barely know regular laws. Geography? My mountain had north and south. This isn't good. Really bad."
He slapped his forehead. "Do they grade handwriting? Mine looks like a bear chewed the brush."
A voice cut in. "You look like you're about to faint."
Kai turned. Aria Flamehart stood with her arms crossed, her scarf shifting in the breeze, lightning flickering faintly around her.
He straightened too quickly. "I'm fine. Totally fine. Just... preparing."
Her brow arched. "By talking to yourself?"
He scratched his head. "I don't exactly... know aura theory. Or history. Or most of the words they said."
She smirked. "So the mountain boy can fight, but panics at a scroll."
Kai sighed. "I can fight. I can survive. But a written test? That's how I lose?"
Aria let him flounder, then stepped closer. "Relax. I know this stuff. We'll study together."
His eyes widened. "You'd do that?"
"Of course. Not charity. If you fail, your team fails too. And I don't lose."
Kai exhaled, tension easing. "Alright. But don't laugh if I mix aura law with regular law."
Her smirk deepened. "No promises."
The inn courtyard was dim, fireflies drifting. Scrolls, ink, and notes cluttered the low table where Kai sat, hair spiked from stress. His brush hovered, then dropped with a groan.
"This is hopeless. Half these words—'resonance coefficients'? 'Spoke flow theory'? They may as well be clouds."
Aria leaned back, arms crossed, amused.
"It's not complicated. You don't listen."
"I listen fine. My problem is that your people name everything with five syllables and riddles. Why can't it be: punch hard, don't die?"
"Because this isn't your mountain hut. You want to be a Seeker? Know more than swinging that stick."
Kai jabbed at the scroll. "Then explain it again. Normal words."
Aria sighed, drew a spiral.
"Aura stages. Pulse Vein—energy runs through your body. Soul Channel—connects to breath and mind. Manifest Drift—your aura takes shape. God Pulse—you bend rules. Still Flow—your aura's so stable it feels like nothing, stronger than everything."
Kai blinked. "...That made sense. Why didn't you say that first?"
"I did. You weren't listening."
He rubbed his neck. "Guess not."
She tapped another scroll. "Transformations. Five tiers. Spirit Bloom, True Flow, Soul Manifestation, God-Killer, Path of Samsara. Everyone climbs them in order."
Kai hesitated, remembering Darius's words. Each form costs you. Don't forget.
"...Yeah. Heard something like that."
"From who?" she asked.
He shook his head. "Doesn't matter. Keep going."
She studied him, then continued. "Bloom is awakening. Flow—moving with aura. Manifestation—your soul appears, your Eidolon. God-Killer—you rewrite the battlefield. Samsara... rare. People either ascend or break."
Kai scratched clumsy notes. "Bloom, Flow, Manifest, Killer, Samsara. Got it." He looked up, dead serious. "If they ask me to spell 'Samsara,' I'm screwed."
Aria snorted, shoving his shoulder. "Idiot."
She pulled another scroll, columns sharp in black ink.
"Codex stats. Aura Pressure—your presence. Muti Output—power per strike. Signature Purity—how true you are to yourself. Technique Sync—how well skills match you. Resonance Drift—how well you fight with others."
Kai mouthed each, then nodded. "So not who hits hardest, but who knows themselves best."
"Exactly. But hitting hardest helps."
Kai grinned faintly. "Good. That part I can do."
Silence lingered as he scribbled, repeating terms under his breath. Aria leaned back, half-smiling.
Kai finally dropped the brush, groaning. "If I fail the Trial by Mind, I'm blaming you."
"If you fail, it's because you're an idiot. But..." her eyes softened, "you won't fail. You work harder than you think."
Kai glanced at her, startled, then quickly looked back at the scrolls. "...Thanks."
"Don't thank me yet. The written test's the easy part."
Kai slumped over the table. "Easy part?! I'm doomed."
Aria laughed. For the first time that night, Kai laughed with her.