Seeker of Thrones 3-19
Chapter: 3
“Here is the second rule of sword law: a sword is not subtle. It is a naked instrument, hungry for blood. When you grasp its handle, treat it as you would a deadly viper.”
-Ryo ten Ryam
Kill Six Billion Demons
BREAKER OF INFINITIES
My master set me down at mealtime, and bade me to eat. On the plate lay one noodle.
“Master,” said I, “I am hungry and there is but one noodle on the plate. How will I be full?”
My master drew his sword, and made a cut. “Count,” said he.
“There is one noodle in two halves,” I replied, bewildered, and still hungry.
“Look again. Can you tell one from the other? Look at the ends. Are they not the same?” I looked, and it was as he said. “How many noodles are on the plate now?”
“Two,” I replied. And I ate, and I was full.
Happy?
Not Happy?
Gang Gang Gang Dance.
Draw and be Happy!
I should have realized Meti would find another thing to say than I was expecting.
Also, it seems we now know where these scars came from: http://killsixbilliondemons.com/comic/wielder-of-names-6-111/
Young Meti grasped quite quickly that to follow the path of the sword is to abandon vanity. For this, she is astute. The objection she did voice revealed she merely did not take the implications of this realization far enough.
Namely, that she must endeavor to care for her new sword as a normal woman would care for her hair. A pity, that the former is so much more ugly than the latter. Young Meti was astute, but not terribly wise.
Ironically, a quivering hand, which is most unsuited to cutting, will result in the second most harm to oneself. The most harm to oneself, as we all know, is only incurred when one wields a sword with an unquivering hand against someone else.
Those are really good teacups.
I should expect so, given that they were tribute to the God Empress of 111, 111 worlds.
When you’re the empress of thousands of worlds, you always have the _best_ tea service.
“bitch i might be”
One of the advantages of the noodle industry is that you wake up like this significantly less often.
Not never, of course, because of course the guilds have their squabbles, but it’s definitely a relative perk.
I remember how they said it…
The sword in hand is a tool, one to bring destruction only. Those who practice it, internalize it. Those who life be it, die by it. Once it has become part of you, it will never let you go.
To transcend the art, though, is to find the blade, deep in your heart and cut it away. Having dedicated every waking moment to destruction and death and abandoning the tools, a master internalizes these concepts and turns them upon himself to become the tool, in mind and flesh. Those who life by the sword, die by it. Those who live amond vipers, become one themselves.
Truly, our tools shape us as much as we shape the world with them.
That’s a very roundabout way to say “If you have a hammer, everything looks like a nail.”
Ah, just as the old saying goes: “The niece has become the auntie.”
Many cuts on our dear Maya, clearly from her shaving.
Such charming naivete, like that of the precocious inquirer, is refreshing in this time of blood-thirsty gods laughing into the howling dark.
Do Maya and Nyave look familiarly identical or is it just me?
She needs food, water and a liquor.
I don’t know what liquor Maya favors, but after vanquishing an explosive, dark seraph, one is entitled to a flagon of mead or bloodwine, any time they reach my doorstep.
She looks like she’s having a good day
She looks like shes having a good day
I am now convinced that it IS the same hilt (and stub of a blade) from Wielder of Names 6-110. But it has been restored and its empty jewel-socket filled. I like this. This comic is filled with things that speak of predestination, and a student refusing to abandon the weapon her teacher gave her, no matter its problems, speaks to me.
Destiny-Pah!
Meti trained Maya by forcing her to grind the rust and imperfections away from that weapon until only the Idea of a Sword remained.
They’ll have to kill me before I’ll die.
Yet she is still not in as bad a state as after she challenged the entire Heretics’ Court to a drinking game.
That degree of rust speaks less of neglect and more of regret… and romanticism.
she’ll get better
in no time
The Law is a cold, harsh thing, Sword Law even more.
Men fall.
The Castle flees.
The Teacups endure.
Giantbone china: for when you want your table-settings to outlive your civilization.
Maya looks incredibly disappointed to be alive.
Perhaps Maya is disappointed to have been numbered among the 108 burning stars, also known as the parade of fools.
A sword is truly useless, for it can only take life.
That is why you use a hammer. Smash both faces and nails.
I claim the firstborn comment for myself. May my position not be challenged except by ritual of VIOLENCE
Angel bro, your position has already been usurped. And not by violence at all. Pity that.
You have activated Abbadon’s trap card:
Moderation Que!
Apparently, you have been usurped.
I don’t know if it’s intentional, but I like how young Meti kind of looks like Connie from Steven Universe ^^