blueteamnovel Always Going Too Fast, Too Slow
Always Going Too Fast, Too Slow
Lily pouted. Was she really so easy to read? She’d only… sat there half-present through the entire meal, dreaming of the possibility of becoming a cultivator. Alright, maybe she’d been a bit obvious… but did he really need to write his note like that!Scribed onto the top of her daily worksheet, in Mr. Mingtian’s annoyingly perfect hand, a message for her— “” She wasn’t going to! “.” Okay maybe… “wants
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But…. repudiation of her plans as it might have been, it wasn’t a dismissal. That much was obvious— instead of the usual worksheet, it was more a work seven whole pages stapled together, filled with delicious, delicious knowledge of formations. It would be — doing just one worksheet a day had already been somewhat tedious with her schooling, but It would push her to the brink.
Such was the path of cultivation though. If Mr— no, if Mingtian asked it of her— if he trusted that she was able to keep up, then she .
No matter what.
She to fail.
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“It just doesn’t make sense.”
“I can… see.” At least Mingtian’s note to her had been — and, all the formations work had been rather enlightening despite how exhausted it’d made her. This, though? “I have no clue what he means.” She looked down at Avyr’s note— he’d gotten it after Master Mingtian’s second lecture, and resigned herself to just being baffled.
“.” A full week after he’d gotten it, Avyr clearly hadn’t made much progress at all. It must’ve been frustrating— he didn’t have anything as as her own course, cramming her head full of runes and connections and all the little things that made formations — no, instead he had to deal with confusing mess.
As per the usual, they were spending their lunch period in the library. , they weren’t studying or doing anything— rather, Lily had been roped into… whatever this was, after Avyr had finally caved and told her about it. Frankly, she hadn’t thought that stupid obtuse instructions like this actually outside of bad media dramas.
“Hm…” she leaned back against the big cat, tapping her chin in contemplation. “Well, I don’t imagine you’ve just tried to do what it says? Self, Path, Intent. You should know yourself pretty well, and you know that you’ve been following the Writ of the Peerless Paw, so really all that’s left is .”
“I don’t think that’s what it's asking. If it were, then it’d be a fair bit easier… no, I think it wants the to be the final node of the meditation— what is striven for. The problem is that it’s just so… nebulous. It could be anything. Literally — two core formation cultivators could be living under the same roof and have paths as wildly divergent as the stars in the sky. How do I know I’m correct?”
Lily shrugged. “Does it to be correct? It’s only Shedding— I don’t think you can do a lot there anyways, so… so long as it's , what does it need to be perfect?” Avyr was silent for a long moment. “That or you could just ask Master Mingtian—”
She got pushed over for that one, and lost her Avyr-pillow privileges for the rest of the day. A shame— his fur was just so
It been funny.
Worth it though.