The Feeling Of Being Known...

"Ciemnosc, this one is the Preferential Light Justice Sect's sect master, Yolin. As one of the strongest cultivators in the world, you must show your respect. Come on!" Lightly exclaiming at the end, elder Tin shoved Ciemnosc forward, making him take quite the steps and just a couple of steps more before he could bump into the sect master's feet.

Step! Step step step step…

"Ah!" Ciemnosc exclaimed softly once he stopped tripping forwards. His gaze caught the little, cute, and non-repulsive feet of the sect master Yolin, who in return looked at Ciemnosc’s chest by instinct. Because when she saw Ciemnosc come close to her as a man, it was only natural to strike to death such an insolent form of life.

“...” But, as she saw the boy trip and stop himself before her, so close to herself and maintain his gaze so low, she somewhat finally recognized the little boy that he is and changed such a thought and movement she was about to end this boy’s life with.

“Sect master Yolin, my name is Ciemnosc, an inner sect disciple of the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect. As you can see, it is my honor to have ever met you, sect master.” Ciemnosc, so smoothly as he received insta, brief classes from an orange-haired pretty boy, said as he bowed and looked still at her feet only, which had a pair of shoes that revealed her instep, smooth and delicate.

“Hoh? Ciemnosc? Aren’t you the monstrous genius that has been able to defend rather well the reputed carnage attraction of the Little Lake? Hm hm~?” Sect master suddenly smiled, attracting the awe and attention of even those 2 at her sides. But she didn’t let it stop there, as she even crossed her legs and reclined back on her seat, which was comfy and not so luxurious so to speak.

“Errr…I am.” Ciemnosc responded while elder Tin looked on without a worry, to which no one around knew he was aware of with his Spirit Sense active and without troubles at all times…

“Mmm, it is good to see you too, little boy.” Sect master Yolin added. Her white hair is by far the most attention-grabbing feature of hers, naturally also attracting Ciemnosc’s curious eyes as he lifted his head. And, strangely, the sect master Yolin didn’t react to him directly looking at her, yet again grabbing awe and attention from those beside her.

“Look all you want, your eyes, though they share a color similar to my utmost enemy, the Darkness, are still enjoyable to be seen with. Very.” Her words suddenly became much more striking than even her white hair. Her skin seemed translucent as sunlight befell on her feet and up to her thighs…all in Ciemnosc’s eyes' favor.

“Mn, thank you, sect master Yolin.” Ciemnosc cupped his palms again, then stood straight and looked into the sect master’s eyes, which looked brightly into his, a kind of clash occurring but nowhere near as bad as hostility could bring.

“Ciemnosc, Little Ciemnosc…’my Ciemnosc’? Aiyo, what would you like to be called? I notice you don’t seem to have a family name? Hmm, how about becoming my foster son?” Sect master Yolin spoke, her left leg suddenly lifted and crossed over the right one, her left-handed fingers under her lower lip as she smirked playfully.

“Why don’t you sit here with me?” Not letting Ciemnosc even speak half a word from an answer, sect master Yolin made a very little space for Ciemnosc right to her left, from where a beauty of black hair, seemingly of the same age and that was now shocked to disbelief!

“Sect master?” - “Sect master Yolin! That cannot be done!” The black-haired beauty had just spoken, sounding so obviously questioning that sect master Yolin had to look at her a bit lower than her own height with her back straight. But then it was elder Tin who directly spoke his discomfort as he tried pulling Ciemnosc away from her, regretting it now to have played with ice.

Wheeesh~, thud.

Sect master Yolin easily gained in movement and speed against elder Tin, not only grabbing Ciemnosc before him but also softly and calmly letting his boy’s buttcheeks on the same seat as hers at almost just 1 second later as if he was already next to her and not half a meter away.

“Oh, come on, elder Tin.” Anyone could see the dear anxiety in elder Tin’s eyes when the head sect master Yolin asked Ciemnosc to sit beside her. But now, they could all see how his eyes showed fear, jealousy, and…forced upon greed as they saw in their retinas the image of Ciemnosc slipping away and getting out of their hands!

“Sect master Yolin, little Ciemnosc is a sect disciple of my sect! The Self-Mutilating Honores Sect! Do you not think that it is more than unfit for him to sit beside you? In the same seat for that matter!” Elder Tin outrageously said, containing his tone and volume though, while the accused looked back at the elder without a hint of life in those eyes.

“You’re calling me…what… Someone trying to seduce a little boy?”

“!” Only now did elder Tin woke up from his stupor. And he realized he was, first and foremost, surrounded by extremely powerful Obsidiafying realm 10th stage cultivators with one of the most developed, hence potent Elements in the world. Secondly, Ciemnosc seemed to be pondering, yet, that wasn’t enough for a sect master whose position had been just spoken ill of.

“Don’t tell me that he’ll be better off around you? Not with what you’ve told me, what you’ve promised everyone, no no. Hmm, it isn’t as if there is anyone from your sect that has any connection with him on your side of the stadium, is there?” Sect master Yolin said, even gesturing towards the east, where the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect’s seats were.

“... Well, not here anyways.” The sect master added, shutting a hesitant elder Tin who was about to open his mouth and finally say something. Sect master Yolin then turned to look at Ciemnosc, her left hand lifted and gone to the back of his head, like a motherly motion to caress her son - but that was only the simulation while the emotion and notion put behind it were nothing motherly.

“What do you say, my Ciemnosc?” Her face close to his, though not by that much, the sect master looked even more beautiful in person as her scent drilled into her poor Ciemnosc’s nostrils. Yet, he lowered his head, his eyelids barely showing and his eyelids profusely twitching twice and altogether hiding his seriously pondering eyes.

“...Sure, why not?” Within just a few seconds, Ciemnosc feeling her 'coldish' left-handed fingers caressing neatly all over his hair and even somewhat on his nape, giving him a good massage, finally said with a smirk blooming into an unrestrained smile that targeted elder Tin, who in return looked back at Ciemnosc with his eyes widening and several severe emotions showing through them and his whole face.

“See?” Even more beautifully and marvelous, sect master Yolin turned to face elder Tin, tilting her head so that it basically knocked against Ciemnosc and looked so cute but still added a frosty tone despite her smile charming even the atmosphere. “He has decided. Besides, if you really think I am going to threaten your secret weapon, you can just send that old monster Xing Kei. Though I doubt he will dare face off my dear Saint Pesela over here.”

“Oh, right! You can also let Jing Zhu come at us. She’ll be the only one capable of protecting him, both in terms of strength…and power.” Directly looking into her enemy’s eyes, the Preferential Light Justice Sect’s sect master smiled once more, but this smile was now frosty along with her eyes…despite looking charming, beautiful, and enchanting; to bite at.

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“...Good.” Elder Tin hoarsely said, turned around, and then left. Leaving Ciemnosc baffled evermore due to the development of this situation, but after a few seconds, he then finally looked back into the sect master’s eyes whose head had not withdrawn and remained so close to his. “Sect master Yolin, is grand elder Jing Zhu really strong?”

“...There are rumors she isn’t willing to enter the next realm because it would take too much time, possibly enough for all that she has built to disappear by the hands of greed and unnecessary havoc, by the hands of one’s own family.” After looking insanely deep into the boy’s darkest eyes, as if trying to find the truth to it all, sect master Yolin spoke coldly yet not offensively to the boy, almost systematically or robotically.

“That cool?!” Ciemnosc genuinely reacted, somehow…not minding this seemingly enemy that should kill him with just a flick of her finger if she just so wished to. But this reaction alone made its way premium-ly into the sect master’s heart as could be seen by how she smirked at him without any intention to hide her thoughts.

Her eyes shining a bit more, she sat with her back straight and looked up ahead at the several arenas placed much closer together than they were before during the 3 days prior to the final. Her countenance was indifferent to a certain degree, then, with her quiet tone, she said. “I hope that the banquet comes with what I really want, or else this would’ve been a total waste of time yet again. And both sides on your side can start preparing for another enemy-war coalition.”

“As for Jing Zhu, she’s gone too soft. Before she would’ve surely attained the next realm, the first in the world…she would’ve dominated it all by now, what is she thinking? She might be ‘cool’, but she isn’t worthy enough of her strength, hmph.” With that, Ciemnosc fell silent, and the sect master offered no explanation of the other people to him in the end.

“Mr…Ciemnosc?” From his left, feeling comfortable with the fresh and cool air coming from sect master Yolin’s bums, hips, and thighs that were up against his’, Ciemnosc heard a beautiful and clear voice address him; coldly.

“Ah, aha?” Ciemnosc replied, as best as he possibly could in this awkward situation of meeting one’s ex and sitting with them through the whole dinner. Nothing could be felt any more hostile from all sides like ‘this’.

“Mn,” Saint Pesela, who was gestured towards by sect master Yolin nodded without any expression, then continued after she took a long time looking into those darkest eyes that suddenly made her feel absorbed. She now understood where her sect master came to play with the enemy like this for, besides the matters only the upper echelons of the major organizations could be aware of…

“I am the Preferential Light Justice Sect’s Grand Ancestor, Pesela. And the one at sect master Yolin’s right is the Grand Elder, Li Tong.” While grand ancestor Pesela was a beauty of beauties and her strength was, according to the sect master’s previous words, the strongest of the 3 here, the grand elder she spoke of was slightly chubby and with an ugly face.

“I really hope you can prove what sect master Yolin was promised, you are, Ciemnosc, a poor boy who has no idea what he gotten himself into.” Said the grand ancestor of the Preferential Light Justice Sect, who seemed to treat him with not much of an older generation talking down some advice to the younger generation. She then added, in a quieter tone and already deeply looking into the various arenas. “But one that is smart, clever?”

She looked at him, her eyes upturned to the right corner of her eyes as she was quite shorter than him even while sitting. “And very special. You are praised by seemingly anyone who knows of your achievements, but what is it to you when you’re in such a perilous standpoint? Well, at least you aren’t a coward, spineless, and gutless growing man like your teacher is.”

Ciemnosc: “...”

‘Well, seems like everyone knows it all about me, eh.’ Thought Ciemnosc as he placed his elbows above his knees on his legs and supported his jaw with his hands, also looking at the front but then being interrupted from his at ease state by the chubby, grand elder’s uglily spoken words.

“What can a kid do that nobody else can?” Her tone wasn’t high pitched, at least not naturally so, but she made it just high pitched enough to be heard yes or yes when being so close to her. But she was ruthless enough to continue, to the dismay of Ciemnosc’s ears. “Isn’t it just some things that can be slowly developed by our own Craftspeople?”

“And so what if he’s all that? If he went to the south, he’d be dissected; if he goes east, he’ll get brainwashed by alchemy. If he goes to the west, he’s long dead. And let’s not talk about ourselves when we are too racist and-”

“Silence.” Sect master Yolin finally reacted at this point and turned her head towards the slightly chubby grand elder of their sect before shutting her up. Sect master Yolin then looked at Ciemnosc, who looked back at her with his back straightening back up, she held both her hands up to his face and the top of his head to caress him.

“Ciemnosc, do you know any of the finalists?” With her right hand below his chin to his left, her face became closer to his own and her scent sniffed in, a new one which came from her ‘luxurious’ bosom was especially intricate in getting him slightly drowsy, which she was somehow unaware of.

“I know them both,” but honestly answering, Ciemnosc replied as he looked into her eyes once he thought he would be treated coldly if he looked any longer at those large, soft-looking, and utterly white melons with nothing to support them whatsoever.

“Mn, I see, I see. Let’s watch it then. Who do you think will fight the other the best?” She asked, and he responded soon after, not because of pondering or hesitating but because of seeing the 2 finalists finally start showing up towards the arena as the clock almost reached 9 AM. “Fu Lan will fight the most savagely and brutally she can, not losing her strength and instead, gaining more.”

“...” Resuming a straight back to sitting down as well, sect master Yolin pinched his left cheek and ruffled his pitchest, darkest hair at the last moment and then looked back and down to her left at him, her lips beautifully protruded outwards slightly as she then asked, once she pondered for enough seconds and visualizing this little boy’s visage. “What do you think of Valeria, then?”

“Incredible. Powerful. Clever. And lets me touch her, so it’s good. But for this fight, she will show all that she is, I want to see it too but I know I can’t bring her to such a state. Only Fu Lan could without forcing her to fight against a Conflagrate realm cultivator. She seems not to have much swordplay…but I know she is just…restraining herself, like me.” Ciemnosc said, mostly absent-mindedly, without panicking over speaking ‘too much’ with these people beside him.

“Oh?” After shaking her head at the boy’s illicit comment, sect master Yolin couldn’t help but look at Ciemnosc with strangeness flashing across her eyes. Her lips favored his eyes that looked just in time to see it be formed on her already beautiful face, “How restrained are your instincts, my Ciemnosc?”

“Very.” Ciemnosc looked up at her directly and with honesty on his side, he blinked twice his large eyelashes, which ended up making this most powerful kind of cultivator in the entire world suddenly daze a bit without noticing…but feeling it…and feeling really good because of it.

“How about a bet?” She said, proposing to the little boy, who directly had his eyes shine in response and asked, his tone pretty much interested. “A bet?!”

“Mhm, let’s see. Since you spoke so well of them both, I’ll choose Fu Lan, and you’ll choose Valeria, alright?” Sect master Yolin’s words made grand ancestor Pesela’s eyebrows furrow, while the grand elder simply remained indifferent and noncommittal.

Ciemnosc’s eyes slowly widened completely and they did even more as his pupils shrank when he heard her next soft, playful words. “Mnnn~, if I win, we’ll sleep together in the same bed tonight.”

“Woah!” Ciemnosc’s eyes as the pools of the darkest black ever began drowning Yolin in, her nose flaring up a bit as she recuperated herself. Then, looking at the arenas and the announcer already speaking to cheer up the well-behaved crowd, she finished her betting proposal words. “Mhm, and if you win, you’ll get to have peace from my side when you go back to the Little Lake for your mission. How about it?”

Ciemnosc once again placed his elbows on his legs and supported his jaw with his hands. But he additionally pouted now as he looked to the arena, betraying Valy’s trust, which she seemed to somehow detect.

Turning around to look for Ciemnosc, Valeria didn’t find him at their Self-Mutilating Honores Sect’s seats, and only when she looked into the Preferential Light Justice Sect’s seats did she find him. She was bewildered as she lifted her arms to her sides and shook her head before jumping her shoulders.

Valeria: What ta fack?

Ciemnosc: d(◔ д◔)b ╮ (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) ╭

“...Woh, now I want Valy to lose. What to do~?” Ciemnosc said, hiding nothing as his words made the one he was sharing her seat with have her left eyebrow jump; noncommittally. The grand ancestor to look at Ciemnosc with a very slow turn of her head and twist of her neck, and the grand elder simply… grimaced at the development of the situation.

Ciemnosc: (・。-; ╭( ๐ _๐)╮ (つд⊂)

Sect Master Yolin: （´・｀ ）♡ d(•́ω•̀✿)

Grand Ancestor Pesela: (༎ຶꈊ༎ຶ╬) (╯⊙ ⊱ ⊙╰ )

Grand Elder Li Tong: (ò…ó) (;´Д`) (｀Д´)

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