Cold Morning
You did not have to wait until morning for Nie Wuxing to demand that you return the twins; in the first place, you did not expect him to sit around idly when his daughters’ chastity is at stake anyway. By the time you got around to a decision with the twins, and the business of arranging a meeting place, however, the sun had begun to rise over the river.
In the early hours of dawn, Banhe Town’s central square is deserted, the dozens of vendors that keep its nightlife thriving having closed their stalls and returned home after a good night’s work. The only people in the chilly square at the moment are those who are about to be involved in ‘a rather bothersome spot of trouble’, as the Sword Saint put it. He did not seem too enthused about getting dragged into this matter, but Nie Wuxing had made a personal request seeking his aid as a mediator.
Upon seeing you and his daughters, Nie advances, striding forth with purpose.
“Father-“
“Did he touch the both of you?” he barks gruffly. He seems calmer than you had expected: you had come thinking that Nie’s face would have been purple with rage. Looking past him, you catch Madam Nie gazing at you and smiling faintly.
“N-no, father, nothing of the sort, but-“
Giving you a withering glance, Nie Wuxing continues, “It is time to put an end to this foolishness and come back. I will chalk this up to the folly of youth and let things be.” His daughters stare up at him, and you wonder if they will capitulate.
“No. We will not be returning.” Nie Shuixian is the first to reject her father’s demand. It looks like they have decided to follow through with the plan.
Nie Wuxing sighs heavily, as if he had expected such an answer all along. “Xu Jing’s words of poison have gotten to you, it seems. I thought you had more sense than that, Shuixian. Mudan, please do not tell me that you share your sister’s sentiment?”
Nie Mudan shrinks back slightly. “I will stay with Shuixian.”
“This is a disgrace,” mutters Nie. His gaze turns back to you, accusing and eager to cast blame. “Are you going to take responsibility for them, then?”
“Me?” You shake your head, grinning. “Of course not!”
Nie Wuxing’s scowl only grows deeper at your answer. “What do you mean?” he asks, his voice showing restraint.
“Your daughters have to take responsibility for themselves. Come now, Master Nie, you know that you cannot coddle them forever?”
“Preposterous! I will not allow you to toy with my daughters and then leave them to do as you please!” shouts Nie, finally enraged.
“He did not lay a finger on us, father!” pleads Shuixian.
“That’s right,” you nod. “Not a single finger at all.”
“You expect me to believe that? You? Restraining yourself with women?” Nie jabs his finger at the air, pointing at your chest.
“I assure you, Master Nie, the stories about my prowess are highly exaggerated. You need only ask your wife.”
“Xu Jing!” snaps Madam Nie suddenly, “Do not spread any more of your spurious lies. Now, what you actually mean is that you wish for our daughters to be like Miss Song of Qingcheng, do you not?”
“It is their wish, not mine,” you clarify, although you had spent time persuading them that it was the right thing to do.
Nie Wuxing looks at Lingshu, and then shakes his head. It seems that he will not comment on what he thinks about her actions; it would probably be undiplomatic to speak his thoughts at this moment. Turning to his daughters instead, he warns, “If that is what you wish... If you want to walk the jianghu alone, against the wishes of your family and your sect, this is tantamount to cutting all ties with us. You will be exiled. You will no longer be considered disciples of Huashan… and I will no longer consider you my daughters.”
Shuixian and Mudan give each other a nervous look. Then, they nod resolutely.
Nie seems taken aback by their agreement. “Are you sure? Do not make this decision rashly,” he says softly. They nod a second time, and he closes his eyes. “Very well. The rules of our sect are clear.” He raises his hand. “Those exiled from Huashan are to be stripped of all Huashan arts, by force if necessary!”
Exerting his qi, he brings his palm down in a powerful strike designed to cripple their meridians.
The twins squeeze their eyes shut, huddling together.
“What is this?” Nie Wuxing frowns, glaring at you. You have darted in front of him, blocking his palm with your fist at the last second. Behind you, you can feel the twins’ surprised stare boring into your back.
“I am sure there are exceptions to the rule, Master Nie. Don’t you think you are being too mean to your daughters?” you grin.
“They are no longer my daughters, thanks to your lies!” he roars.
“You may talk when you put your own cowardly skin on the line to take responsibility for what you have done,” growls Nie.
“Hey,” says the Sword Saint suddenly. He has remained silent and rather disinterested in the proceedings thus far, and his voice draws the attention of everyone in the square to him. “I just realized that if you cripple your daughters here, they are going to die sooner or later if they want to be involved in the jianghu.”
“That is the point of a punishment,” says Madam Nie.
“Yes, yes, I know,” sighs Shangguan Chuji as he scratches his head with his one good hand. “I suppose settling it with a duel is the traditional way to handle these things. You do know that the code dictates you fight your daughters, right?”
Nie replies reluctantly. “Yes. If they insist on becoming independent, they cannot shy away from their obligations to the pugilistic world. I would rather that they die than disgrace themselves even further. But in this case… this Xu Jing is the culprit behind the whole mess. He cannot be allowed to get away without answering for his deeds.”
“It is our own decision, father,” insists Nie Shuixian.
“If there is to be a fight, I will step up to it. Xu Jing has nothing to do with this,” adds Nie Mudan.
“You… imbecilic daughters of mine!” splutters Nie Wuxing.
Bai Jiutian makes a small polite cough as she steps forward. “Shifu, if I may?”
“Yes, what is it, Jiutian?” grumbles Nie irritatedly.
“Rather than a traditional duel, why not make it a test of both wits and strength?” she suggests. “As disciples of Huashan we pride ourselves on being well-rounded pugilists, steeped in the culture of martial arts as art. A brutish duel would not be a fitting way to handle this matter.”
“What do you have in mind, then?” you ask.
“Still a duel,” she smiles, “but one that tests both your mind and body. It will be a mock duel where the duelists are to move according to the exact instructions of their partner, who will not be involved directly in the fight.”
You understand what she is getting at: this is how Master Zhang instructed you against the Castration Nuns of Emei a few years ago.
“Three duelists and one tactician from each side, competing in a game of strategy, skill and understanding of martial arts. It is a training method we commonly use in Huashan,” explains Bai.
“Bai-shixiong is right,” says Mudan. “We’ve done this before.”
“It makes no difference… my wayward daughters will still face their responsibility in the end.” Stepping back, Nie Wuxing places one hand on the hilt of his Chunjun Sword. “If you are a true man and pugilist, Xu Jing, you will face me in battle.”
“Just so you know, if you try to fight your way out and escape without a proper end to things, I will attempt to stop you,” says the Sword Saint. He is looking directly at you. “Since I have accepted this troublesome role, I will try to see it through to the end.”
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A. You elect to go with the duel.
1. You will duel Nie Wuxing yourself.
2. You let the twins duel Nie Wuxing.
B. You elect to go with Bai Jiutian’s mock duel.
Select a team of 3 duelists and 1 tactician from these members:
I. Xu Jing
II. Nie Shuixian
III. Nie Mudan
IV. Chi Qilin
V. Cao’er
VI. Yunzi
VII. Armaiti
VIII. Song Lingshu
IX. Yifang
X. Xuezi
C. Make up your own suggestion, although if the other side does not agree to it, you will likely have to accept one of the other alternatives or flee, forcing the Sword Saint to act against you.