He Listens To History

Ciemnosc and Fatima looked at his inscribed 'parade'-like array formation for a little longer before he turned around as she spoke, the tone in her voice light and flatly anxious. "Ciemnosc, a letter arrived from the academy... It's not good. Everyone is waiting for you outside."

"..." Ciemnosc looked at her face with a casual expression, his eyes as darkest as always but seemingly with some bright this time. He knew that, for one of his teammates to say it was 'not good', then it really could not be just something small. But he remembered her words and the manner in which she spoke them, so he asked with a slight blurt, "Everyone? How?"

“Yes, everyone. Come, you’ll see when you come out.” Fatima nodded twice like a chicken pecking on rice before her neck was cracked to become someone’s food, grabbed Ciemnosc’s right wrist, and brought him out of their VIP building.

As soon as Ciemnosc watched the whole long river outside the VIP zone so speak, he realized that this was really no small matter!

Though his Spirit Sense was absurdly incredible, the 400 meters range wasn’t enough in the slightest to let him see those who were about 2 kilometers away and all lined up to look at their Chief, himself, spreading over an area of tens and tens of kilometers. Ciemnosc had been just too engrossed in his array formation practice that he didn’t have any notion of time or the area outside his Spirit Sense like he always does out of not letting his guard down and of habit.

Now that he looked at his troops, even the sailors were noticeably present, though he also noticed that it wasn’t all of them. No matter how serious the subject, the base wasn’t going to let their important posts of safeguarding their Little Lake. Still, almost the entire personnel of his base were here, excluding the ones in their training regimen.

More than 900,000 students, all turned into sailors and troops stood with their straight backs, but with worried expressions all over their faces.

“Let’s go, you peeper.” After making her unquestionably unbefitting remark, Fatima pulled the dazzled Ciemnosc towards the center of command in front of their VIP building. And so, two people walked under the more than a million pair of eyes. It was incredibly silent, but everyone was listening.

Right before entering the building and before Ciemnosc’s eyes could no longer see his anxious people staring like idiots his way, he looked at them one last time and thought silently to himself. ‘When would I be able of having a Spirit Sense that can scan them all? I wonder.’

‘No worries, I won’t… be tripping on my own steps.’ Afterwards, Ciemnosc’s eyes and image disappeared from his troops, who then proceeded to silently breathe out and sat down to wait for the meeting to end.

… Once inside the building, Fatima continued to drag him towards the center of command, where he finally saw that even more spokespeopñe leading students were present than they are usually permitted. Only the ‘most important’ of that bunch is to enter at the same time and for the meetings only, that every spokesperson leading student from the base was here deepened even more the current situation.

When Ciemnosc entered the room, it was packed with a few more spokespeople, but those were fine, as they were from all 3 forces of the base. Foot troopers, troopers and sailors. Each of them was now here, while they would appear on their respective days before, coinciding with that of other forces every few days.

“Greetings, Chief.” The room had those within it stand up and salute their Chief. Though their voices weren’t loud or exclaiming; altogether they were clearly loud.

“Sit,” Ciemnosc said, leaving Fatima behind who softly let his right hand slip from both her palms. She then went to her own seat beside Missa and held hands together once their worried faces synched to that of the other. On the other hand, Ciemnosc sat on his own comfortable and crudely ordinary white chair. His humble stylized clothes appeared to make quite a strong contrast to the chair, as always.

“What is it then, show me,” Ciemnosc said as he accommodated his little butt on his chair. It had been some time since he sat on it. His people were already adult kids, so he had a lot of free time lately. He also had a little trouble sitting, so he leaned backwards with his shoulder blades against the backrest and his left arm on the left armrest; he positioned himself in this lackadaisical manner and looked at a spokesperson holding a letter.

“Here it is, Chief. Please read it,” the leading student passed it by leaning over the table saying with a worried, slow voice. Ciemnosc in turn took the letter with his right hand and dexterously opened it before starting to read through it.

“...” Ciemnosc’s eyes became indifferently cold when he read it, narrowing them as he let the letter fall on his shoulders. He looked at everyone else, but his eyes had changed to look casual, unimportant, and uncaringly by then. But he thought in his head, ‘Want me out of my base? Others take it, and I can at least let my troops decide where they want to stay? Either stay at the base or, not with me, but at the academy?’

“Well, does anyone have anything to say about it?” Ciemnosc asked them after letting them see his eyes, which left them speechless and rather unable to find a word to speak with for a long while. Seeing that nobody was wit ha mind right now, Ciemnosc said while standing up quickly and friskily “Since there’s nothing you want to say, let’s leave early. The letter said something about being quick about it. And if I remember correctly, I have only 2 days to return with whatever forces do want to follow me back, so I guess they aren’t expecting me to have much luggage.”

“Err, hm… sir!” A voice that seemed timid at first, then hesitantly calling out as Ciemnosc stood up too fast. It was a female spokesperson leading student that was ‘recently’ promoted to a leading student, one of the best ones here. She stopped Ciemnosc in his tracks as he looked at her like she had the choice of the world in her hands, or at least she and everyone else here thought it to be like that.

“Talk, girl.” Ciemnosc said and, ignoring the silly and comical feeling it gave her to be called such by this littlah boy, she spoke her mind out. Her hands and fingertips were brought over to her mouth as she semi-timidly began, “All of our forces want to go back with you!”

“... Oh, do they?” Ciemnosc made a gesture of obviously fake incredibility before saying, causing the girl to stammer for a moment before stomping to the outside and saying as she went out the door. “Please follow me, Chief. We’ll just show you that it is the truth.”

Step, step… step… Step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step… step step step step…

The other spokespeople were stunned for a moment too, but then stood up and followed after Ciemnosc and his team who were already walking out of the building. Their footsteps were firm, not a single person was different from that girl who walked out first and welcomed the Chief outside to see a bunch of idiots standing up from sitting, not expecting to see their Chief out so soon.

“Here they are, all of them, and those who are still working hard for you even now, Chief. Each one of these troops of yours, they respect you and wish to follow you still because they cannot follow anyone else anymore. They have awakened to the call of your words.” The girl said, immediately making the idiots all around feel proud of themselves instead of worried like before.

“Chief, I wanna live and die for you! Even if I find a partner or not, and if I can create a family or just adopt one or nothing of that sort at all, if I were to simply go back to before, I would be misused with the qualities you have given me!”

“Chief, please don’t distrust us. We are not going to listen to the academy’s folks anymore. We believe in you, and though we belong to the academy, we are who we are and what’s more important, what we built!”

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“Chief, you’re too hot and handsome to not f-” - “No, slut, no!” - “Bad slut, no! Go to the ‘bad sluts’ tents along with some femboys who dared to disgrace our Chief with their lusty self. Only his women can do that, you twat!” - “...” - “...” - “...” - “Bwhahawhahaha…”

Ciemnosc shook his head as he heard these students, cultivators, and his people talk like this; of him, of themselves, and of ‘the academy’. Subsequently, as they laughed in large batches of groups of students, they slowly quieted down rapidly after seeing their Chief shake his head with an… with an actual grin!!

“So all of you want to let the academy know you are with me? You?” Ciemnosc began speaking, giving his speech with a loud and flat tone. The students became even more silent as they listened to the rest of his words. “Why tell me, afraid? Afraid of what could happen to me?”

His words were spoken with 2 parts sarcasm and 8 parts with steel-like mannerisms. His face was somewhat burlesque and, as he was being looked at by his people, they fell silent but this time, because of embarrassment.

“Chief, i-it’s not a secret that… well… y-yo- your past…” At this point, a semi-loud and gutsy student spoke while lifting his hand, up in the air, exposing himself. Ciemnosc looked at that hand before handling his right elbow with his left hand and caressing his nape with his right hand in exchange.

“Mm, I know that too.” Ciemnosc flatly responded after a few moments of silence. Nothing seemed to be ‘bad’ coming from his response. He then addressed the rest, without mentioning his past anymore, even if they wanted to and say words of justice for their Chief. “But not everyone can ‘follow’ me. The sailors have to remain, all of you.”

“For when the time that the academy’s ‘experts’ who will replace me indefinitely won’t accidentally end up taking one of your ships and suddenly it is not long only us who have the best battleships in the Region; in the world,” Ciemnosc said. Making everyone around here feel proud of his words in one way or another, all while also realizing they really couldn’t just go with him altogether.

“I’ll take half. Those few hundred thousand will be selected by the spokespeople who want to come with me, and all those leading students under the spokespeople will come back to the base with me and my team. Those who stay, besides the sailors, will be in charge of defending and defending the base only.”

“Understood?” Ciemnosc said. The people responded in more silence as they weren’t expecting a quick ‘okay yes’ from him, their Chief. But after that silence, and with Ciemnosc asking them a yes or no question… well, how could they not take the chance?

“YES, CHIEF, UNDERSTOOOOD!!!” As the sonorous trumpet of thunderous voices, filled with emotion and replete of excitement, sounded; the land seemed to tremble slightly but over a large distance that went past the hundredth-kilometer mark. Though Ciemnosc was fine, he didn’t like the loud voice and had a poker face while they shouted.

… Afterwards, Ciemnosc went back to his room and let the rest of his decide who will and who will not accompany him. Though everyone wanted to leave with him or follow him wherever he went more accurately, they also wanted to stay and protect both: their and their Chief’s legacy as their first base is.

It wasn’t an unknown fact that the Rocaloi Academy already had established similar bases, or wannabe bases like the Chief in Command built, within the center of the villages, towns, and even cities that the mines are surrounded by. Some directly beside the mines and some within the settlements or outside of such. But all of them, always, erroneously doing something. In any case, none of those bases had been capable of being comparable to their own. But now it seemed that the academy wanted the real thing… how could they let that happen? It was unfair!

Ciemnosc returned to his private bedroom while everyone else brainstormed the shit out of each other, their ideas colliding and thoughts mixing, all for the sake of deciding to stay or to leave. There were even mind games ongoing, with those who wanted to stay or leave saying stuff so confidently of the benefits of one or the other, while in truth having in mind the thought of choosing the opposite. Competition was tough all day long.

On the other hand, Ciemnosc went back to practicing. He didn’t have any worries for himself, and the resources that the base needed were already there, used for building those large ships and more armored cars. They wouldn’t be needing any of the Rocaloi Academy’s help with those ‘secret’ resources for just some time.

He also had to focus on his array formation training. If he didn’t and got worse, then how could he get the next ‘injection of adrenaline’ to see other things that this world cannot show him? Though they were the most ordinary of things, and they were just a sight to behold, with him either not allowed or is he capable of doing anything; all he could do was to learn, learn and motherfucking learn.

However, things weren’t so easy. Ciemnosc hadn’t given any, actual, fucks to any of his 3 female teammates - to no one of course. So when the news was that they were all going to part. Naturally, they were going to torture Ciemnosc in all ways they could. They found the little boy in his private bedroom, once again bared of his chest and beginning to practice. But the girls were, besides intelligent, clever and crafty.

As such, they didn’t just jump on him and began marking him with their marks of bites and hickeys all over him, punishing his inactivity. They instead let him ‘calmly’ continue with his practice, but they teased and touched Ciemnosc however they wanted. In fact, the first and very most difficult challenge he faced was the girls taking his clothes off, slowly and patiently, but touching him with every single inch of their bodies.

Even buddha and the most motherfucking calm living being in the entire world could only endure so much. But Ciemnosc had to endure it, practicing was all that he needed to focus on, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t play with his teammates.

When all was done, they were clothed while he was not. His skin was slightly pale, revealed to their eyes, leering and hungrily raping him with them. Then the second worst thing began. They started making his bare skin touch their clothes and intimate funny parts over and over again. Tracing his skin with their bodies, clothes, and rougher than their very own bare skin.

Following that… however… was the fucking worse of the worst! Ciemnosc was smooched, suckled on his skin all around, and even playfully pinched— even ‘pulled’ —of his skin. It was alright whenever it was that his limbs were being worked on. But when they went over to his intimate places, all Ciemnosc’s mind had was their trolling faces that were looking up at him just to see if he would give in and look down. They were unaware, though… that Ciemnosc was already doing so with his exquisite Spirit Sense… Ciemnosc, he was always the winner, somehow…

After hours of tough practice, that he had already been prepared beforehand to deal with it, Ciemnosc went through another day of successful practice. It was only when the moon was already atop the sky, and he was on his bed with the chicks sprawled around his bedsheets and bare, their tushes showing up in the air, just to show how they were ‘ended’ like - did Gallah come in with another wutface to see the dismay that Ciemnosc had made once again.

Thus, Ciemnosc woke the girls up after Gallah thumbs-up him once again, helped each to get dressed back up, and then dressed himself. The girls were too out of stamina and tired to continue to even look at him. Who told them to go ahead and face Ciemnosc now at the 10th stage of the Spirit Gathering realm anyways?

While the bodies of both pure energy and water from the Little Lake were all too helpful for him and saved dozens of Supreme grade Powerful Stones that day, he still had to rely on his own currency to deal with the necessary pure energy to breakthrough into the 10th stage of the Spirit Gathering realm. The thing was that, from the 9th stage of the Spirit Gathering realm to the 10th stage, it took Ciemnosc an irremediable amount of 30 Supreme Powerful Stones.

Leaving him with less than 83 remaining for he had to use 2 to construct several netting array formations for a total of 3 large ships. Nowadays, only 3 large ships were built, and in the long run, it would continue to be like that. When the large ports were to be built and their huge shipyards to help make more large ships more easily and faster, they would need many more materials to even be built, let alone constantly in maintenance.

On the other hand, the maintenance of the 3 large ships was ‘low’ compared to all that, their needed material to build them, however, was pretty large. Another large ship in the making would mean ⅓ of those materials for the large ports and gigantic shipyards getting taken away and having to delay the process again or change it again.

Only 2 Supreme Powerful Stones were needed for the creation of several tens of netting array formations that are now in those 3 large ships’ storages. But more than double that amount was needed for Ciemnosc to finally breakthrough from the 9th stage to the Spirit Gathering realm. One could only try imagining what kind of tremendous needs his Natal Spirit had to just be ‘fully fed’.

The large ships didn’t need the Supreme Powerful Stones because of their massive amount of pure energy amassed within, but because of the way that a Supreme Powerful Stone works when they are… being interacted with by anything in terms of cultivating. Their explosiveness when unleashed disorderly yet orderly simultaneously is what makes the net stronger and capable of holding anything. Otherwise, the netting would even allow ordinary living beings to struggle free after some time, let alone pure energy shells.

The road to the Rocaloi Academy was the same as before, and all that the half returning had to do was to basically go in a straight line. For, in the end, it was all of those with armored cars the ones returning to the academy. It wasn’t everyone, but it was a slight majority indeed, they wouldn’t leave the base without armored cars and their cannons to save the base or anywhere immediately nearby from enemy attacks.

Thus, the way back to the academy was going to be somewhat quick, maybe not speedy enough though. But who knew what could be brewing within that academy at these very moments?

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Let It Rain's Note: Well, are you ready? PD: Gawd, my nose, I think I'm getting sick~.