Chapter 85: Chapter 85

By morning we've built a makeshift clay oven and baked 6 dozen puff pastries. I was short on whipping cream, so they've all got pieces of fruit in to make up for the sparse filling. Not really a loss.

"Your fighting style is really interesting" one of the girls tells me, her excitement to talk about the fight clearly evident. "At first it was soft, like ours, then suddenly it was a hard style, like Sacred Thunder."

"Thank you, growing up outside a Sect I learned to cobble together what works for me. I learned a little martial arts from a failed disciple of the Blooming Lotus, and then watched the tournaments to find moves for what she couldn't teach me."

"Did you hear, the Blooming Lotus isn't coming this year? Their Sect Master's favorite nephew and presumed heir died of a tragic illness and the Sect is in mourning"

"That's horrible. It must be hard for a parent to outlive their children" both Elders nod in agreement.