Arknights story · Where Vernal Winds Will Never Blow
WB-ST-2 Believe My Belief
Zuo Le finally catches up to Jieyun, but is once again stopped by Huai Tianpei. Lin Yühsia begins to see the whole picture based on the available clues, and the reactions of others.
1 scenes, 202 lines
1. Interlude
202 linesI was born by the River.
Dad told me that the River links the entire world. Build a good boat, and you can go anywhere.
Dad hated the snow. People can't go out when it snows, so 'business' stops and the whole family starves. That's how I got my name.
I didn't know what 'business' was, only that Dad would come home at the end of each month with a sword in one hand and stuff for the family in the other, including a present for me. Mom would sort the stuff and wash dad's bloody clothes without a word.
Then one day, a group of people wearing armor broke into the fort. Dad lived on the River all his life, and that's where he died.
I only remember the leader. He didn't look happy at the total victory he'd just won, he only gazed at the River dyed red with blood, lost in thought.
There was only one thought on my mind.
I wanted to take revenge.
I found out where he lived. I left home, going from the easternmost edge of Yan to the westernmost.
I learned that the land was more than just the River. There were mountains, streams, forests, plains.
People lived in many different ways, and dealt with many different hardships.
The river fort was too small. Dad might have chosen a different path if he had came out and seen all the land under Heaven.
Dad was wrong. There were only so many places you could go in a boat.
Finally, I came to Yumen. He stood atop the walls with that same expression. I began to understand.
I should take revenge.
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He waited three years just to fulfill the promise... interesting man.
How are Taihe's injuries?
He's still unconscious.
The one who wounded Taihe was the same one who attacked Wei Yenwu. She got away in the chaos and was too fast for me to catch.
Zuo Le closed the Sword Forge. Many martial artists are... under observation.
Catastrophe lies before us, while the relationship between the military and jianghu has broken down. Yumen is only going to face even more chaos.
I could hardly reproach him for being impetuous.
You must take action yourself.
General Zuo entrusted the garrison to me. I can't very well openly defy him.
You know I'm not just talking about what happened these few days.
You'll be leaving soon. You must answer to those who looked up to you before you leave.
Or did you think you could dodge the questions that you cannot answer clearly?
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People think that you're my student. Sometimes even I forget where you came from and treat you like I would Zuo Le and the Record Keeper.
I've never called you 'master.'
I'm not your master.
You're a natural. Most of what you could do with a sword, you learned on your own. There was little I could teach you.
You hid my identity from the others, allowing me to stay at Yumen.
I can't very well abandon a child to the barrens...
You never thought I would try to kill you? Or did you think I could never defeat you?
You didn't have to beat me, if you wanted revenge.
Just slip some poison into my food, or push me off the wall.
I worried that you wouldn't be able to let it go, even after killing me.
...I would have called you a hypocrite, if I hadn't hung around you for five years.
Five years. It's been that long?
Not so long from your point of view, is it?
Why would you say that?
Your appearance hasn't changed the slightest, and you still have that sad, depressed expression on your face, as though you've grown tired of seeing everything that happens in the world. The slowest burdenbeast would realize that you're no ordinary man.
I always thought the stories about long-lived races were a myth. Turns out there's one right next to me.
You knew.
I just never cared.
I wanted revenge. How long you could live didn't matter.
And thinking about you not being an ordinary mortal is just looking for excuses.
Like you said, climb the mountain one step at a time. All other thoughts are just distractions.
Can one truly let go of one's obsession with vengeance, one's obsession with victory and defeat, even when one's wish is fulfilled?
Distractions make your sword slow.
We mortals need our obsessions in order to keep living... you know that.
You weren't so forceful when we first met.
You taught me a lot these five years.
Only the basics of kung fu.
As you said, you can only teach so much, but how much one learns is up to oneself.
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The big man is gone...
Stop right there.
You again...
If you're not in league with those criminals, why did you steal the sword? What is your connection to the man at the clinic?
I don't know them, and I don't know who he is.
You don't understand what kind of trouble you've gotten yourself in.
You've never lived in a nomadic city, and you know nothing about Yumen. Someone told you where the sword was and got you to steal it.
But you don't understand what kind of trouble it would bring.
Tell me. Things may still be salvageable.
I told you, I'm not acting under anyone's instructions. I'm just repaying a debt.
Even if the price is your life?
Stop following me.
Whatever the truth is, I can't sit aside and let you put yourself in danger.
I'm trying to help you.
I'm under orders to investigate. You're the one who stole the sword. You may have your reasons, but that's no excuse for distorting the truth.
The man who arrested all the smiths at the forge can't be trusted.
They tried to cover the Shanhaizhong's escape.
They were there to protect it!
All involved must be investigated until they are cleared of suspicion. We face the double threat of Catastrophe and criminals. I must abide by my duty to Yumen.
My clan only makes weapons for strong and healthy Anasa who have reached the age of sixteen.
Those who receive a weapon swear to protect the young, the elderly, and the sick of the clan.
You say things about not letting me put myself in danger, about protecting a city, but you point your weapon at the common people.
This is my duty...
Shifu was right. You people think that you're always right, just because of your lofty justifications.
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I slowed down on purpose, only to find that no one was following.
You two started chatting while I still have the sword?
There's been a misunderstanding, sir. I ask that you return the sword to its rightful master.
I heard you two arguing and more or less have an idea what's going on.
This sword belonged to the Grandmaster, but this girl sneaked it out.
I'm sure he doesn't rely on any single weapon. Don't tell me he sent you after it because he missed it so much.
I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to say.
Causing trouble for him would delay his retirement even more... but I promised to help this girl here.
What a headache.
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Ah-ha.
I can't really be bothered with complicated questions, but I have a quick and simple solution.
Both of you have some kung fu. Why don't you two fight it out, here and now, and whoever wins gets the sword. No weapons, hand-to-hand only.
...I'm in a hurry.
Fist and foot as one in points of five; catch and parry, barrage to open.
Even within an inch there lies right and wrong; focus elsewhere only negates effort.
Oh?
The day has barely begun to break. The inn's workers wipe down the tables and prepare food for the day in the kitchen.
Lee rises to the call of fowlbeast in the backyard—and the sound of fists cutting through the air.
Uncle Lee...
It's been a while since I've seen you practice this form. I thought maybe you had some sort of divine inspiration that helped you rise above forms and moves.
Don't tease me like that.
The only way to get better at martial arts is to practice. There are no magical secrets.
You're right.
I remember how you got on the wrong side of a gang the first time you went out on an errand for the company.
When I arrived, all I saw was Triads lying unconscious on the ground, while you stood there like nothing had happened.
You were only sixteen...
I started learning kung fu before I learned to talk.
You remember?
He told me...
At least he taught you well in that regard.
Like they say, your teacher can show you the door, but you have be the one to walk through it.
Well, I suppose being shown the door is important too.
Maybe this was the only thing that he felt he could do as a father.
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I'm not trying to defend him. He wasn't a good father, but you shouldn't let that stop you from living the life that you want.
Consider your kung fu a gift. You can always tuck it away if you don't like it.
Pursuit of kung fu mastery was his path, but it doesn't have to be yours.
I have nothing against kung fu, and of course I have my own life.
I graduated magna cum laude with a degree in mechanical engineering from the Lungmen University of Science and Technology. I'm an employee of Lee's Detective Agency, and field operator for Rhodes Island.
But not the first hero of justice to graduate from LMUST.
I could be, if needed!
Then tell him the next time you see him.
Uncle Lee, you...
You wouldn't just pick up a form that you haven't practiced for a long time for no reason.
Considering his irresponsible behavior all these years, it would be more than understandable if you wanted to pick a fight with him.
It's okay if you lose. I doubt he was any better at your age.
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Zuo Le is young for a Candleholder, but he has seen his share of cases.
However, there has never been one where he could not fight back, nor has he ever been taught what to do in such a situation.
Does he have a guilty conscience? Or just not willing to take advantage of an injured girl?
All Zuo Le does is block the attacks as they fall on him.
They both fall to the ground, their faces covered in dirt, but the girl continues to strike with all that she has.
It looks like a fight between children.
(Shakes head and sighs)
Stop.
The girl wins.
Catch.
Go and repay your debt, then come back and pay your medical bill.
...Alright.
Here's your sword, boy.
You didn't fight back because you knew she was hurt. No shame in that.
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No need to give me that look.
The girl promised me she'll come back. I trust her.
If she goes back on her word, I'll catch her for you.
You can go now.
Why are you looking at me like that?
Looks like you're unharmed.
Surprised? Or disappointed?
I didn't want anything to happen to you.
There was a misunderstanding. Sorry to get you into trouble.
I've explained it to them. Everything is fine.
Hold on.
A soldier told me that the armband, the one you gave me, was evidence retrieved from outside the city the day before.
Are you going to explain it to me or not?
Why should I, if you already know the story?
Du Yaoye's fist stops in midair. Lin Yühsia makes no motion to block or dodge.
We've only just met. I can understand if you don't trust me.
You wanted someone to help you check out the Sword Forge, that's fine.
But you shouldn't have used my friend as a pretext.
Sorry...
Stop.
You don't get to apologize to me. I won't forgive you.
Fine.
Is this how Lungmenites do things?
It's how I do things.
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Well, I'm not going to come away empty-handed from this. What did you find?
Tell me everything you know.
I became certain of what I had only suspected.
Starting with the attack on the Messenger, something was off about everything we've seen.
It wasn't a coincidence that you ran into the Shanhaizhong at the Sword Forge. It's proof that Meng was in league with them.
So it was him?
He is the only one with both the motivation and the means to plan all this.
I don't understand why he would do it...
What else do you know about my friend's whereabouts?!
Not much. I sent someone to look into it.
In the worst case scenario, all of Yumen could be in great danger.
I hope this is not his goal, or that he has a plan...
All these years, Meng Tieyi has rarely stood outside his workshop to gaze upon it.
Inside, the yard has always felt cramped. The walls and door look more impressive when one looks on them from outside.
There are only a few days left of the month-long market. The streets are busy as ever, making the lonely Sword Forge feel conspicuous in comparison.
The 'Closed' sign has fallen to the ground, replaced by red and white sealing tape.
A rivet has fallen from the door. He has never noticed, nor has anyone told him.
*sigh*...
Am I getting senile? I couldn't even get this one last thing done properly...