Miyu was laying on the floor watching Feng Zhao stay in some meditation position for a while. Her eyes saw some type of energy flow out, so she was kept quite entertained for a while. Eventually, she looked to her side at her hand, she still had some small rocks.
She got up and cracked open a sliding window looking down at the streets below.
Flick
Crash, someone's carriage toppled over, Miyu stared indifferently but her eyes flashed with a kind of entertainment in them. She watched as a youth in the carriage got out his face only had a frown, he talked to his driver who bowed pathetically and emotionally.
It seemed the youth wasn't going to spare him as he raised his hand.
Flick
"Ahh" she heard the youth wince in pain at his wrist that looked to had taken a considerable amount of damage. The Youth frantically looked around but didn't bother to look up.
Pull, Miyu was pulled back inside by Feng Zhao who once again took her tiny rocks from her. He closed the window just in time for the arrogant youth to see his face and make suspicions.
"Would you stop throwing rocks at people?" he said forcing himself to be calm.
"...." Miyu said nothing as she looked up at Feng Zhao before poking at his sour face.
"You," he said in surprise at the sudden action, making him back away.
"You have a parchment for saying that every time I do something. "She said laying on the floor again, staring up at the ceiling.
Feng Zhao sighed after a while and looked back at Miyu who was still staring at the ceiling.
"Zhao?"
"Yes," he said going back into his meditation stance.
"Why do you want to become this Lord Somethings disciple?" She asked.
"Its Lord, Zhuan Bai," He said not opening his eyes as he continued to fluctuate his aura. "Lord Zhuan Bai found me as an infant."
"Found you?"
"I was giving to my parents by him"
"So, that two."
"Aren't my birth parents"
"So then what?"
"I want to Know, who my birth parents are and if...If they are still alive."
"....."
"What about your birth parents?" he asked this time opening his eyes.
"My mom died in the war and my father.....I killed him" She said but this time there was a slight change in her tone."
"Your Father....." Feng Zhao had a little unsettled feeling inside him.
"My Father only viewed people as tools to be used and to him, I was a very useful tool. It took me a long time to realize that, it not for Rachel I would never have thought of anything else other to fight. That was after all how my father raised me, to fight.
"Your father raised you to fight" Feng Zhao frowned as from his standpoint his culture doesn't view women as fighters, although strong, but not fighters.
"...." Miyu went quiet.
"Miyu?"
"It was during a Warring time, so fighting was necessary. But, my father used it as an excuse, he made it seem like a noble reason, and that my only purpose was to fight." Miyu began to breathe slowly as she felt her magic reconnect with her. "...."
