Gilded Ashes-Chapter 71: Heart of The Lotus

Light came through the curtains in uneven bands. The apartment smelled a tiny bit like smoke and the ghost of fried batter. Keahi was a fossil in a blanket on the couch. Arashi occupied the armchair with his neck at an angle no spine would easily forgive. Hikari was already at the low table, lining up four cups while absently staring at the wall.

Raizen stood at the bathroom sink, staring at his reflection in the mirror. His right hand drifted to the inside pocket of his jacket for the third time. The folded packet was still there - small, pointy, ridiculous. The pair of brass stars, four points each. He closed the pocket and told himself to stop checking.

When he stepped back into the main living room, he was met by sounds only blue whales grunting could make.

"Status report" Arashi croaked from his chair, cracking his neck. "I am dying."

"You’re just being dramatic again" Keahi groaned into the blanket. "I’m the only one dying here."

"You’re both alive" Raizen reached his hand, helping Arashi get up from his chair. Arashi looked at the hand, yawned, and accepted it, gripping it a bit harder than he should.

The door swung open and Kori burst in like a rushing elegant typhoon. Hair neat. Slate in hand. Posture back to military.

"Oh, you’re already up" she said. "Quickly, quickly! Eat something, brush your teeth, get ready. Ten minutes. I already arranged everything"

Keahi raised one eyebrow with the energy of a man lifting a heavy boulder. "How’s your head, Kori?"

Kori’s ears turned pink. "Fine" she said, a bit too loud. "Why?"

"No specific reason" Keahi answered, stretching her back and then flexing her muscles in front of Arashi, just to piss him off.

Hikari made a sound that tried to be a covering cough for her laugh. Kori gave them the look - the one she threw when she’s not really joking.

"Breakfast" she said, softer. "Then we go."

"Where?" Raizen asked the question everyone wanted to ask.

"The Academy" Kori said. The clipboard clicked. "And then something else."

"Suspicious" Arashi said.

"Obviously" Kori said, which in her language confirmed it.

"But isn’t it vacation?" Keahi groaned, trying to hide a yawn.

"It is. That’s exactly why we’re going!" Kori answered with too much energy.

They ate as fast as they could. Hikari made toast with a vegetable she never tried out before - avocado, then cut fruit with the precision of a machine. Keahi threw chilli flakes on top of everything as if the food had personally wronged her. Arashi critiqued the avocado toast like a competition judge nobody invited. Raizen didn’t really taste much. He sat next to Hikari and the closeness made his thoughts louder than the conversation.

She was right there. Close enough that he could see the way she tucked her hair behind her ear before eating, the way she held her toast with both hands like even breakfast deserved utmost attention. He tried to say something - anything that could open the door to the small packet in his pocket. The words started lining up and then scattered just as fast.

Hikari leaned over to move her cup and her shoulder brushed his. The reflex to flinch rose, but he managed to hold it down. Barely.

"You’re quiet" Hikari said, glancing at him.

"Thinking" he said.

"About what?"

Raizen stood quiet. He was thinking about everything and nothing. Nothing he could say with Arashi two meters away and Kori’s eyes sharper than her knives, though. "Drills" he lied instead.

Hikari studied him for one second longer than a normal answer would earn. Then she nodded, accepting the lie the way she accepted most things - gently, without pressing.

Raizen still didn’t speak.

Kori stood at the door five minutes early, like always. "We meet the others at the eastern gate" she said. "And no training gear. Not today."

"So we fight a book? Again?" Arashi said.

"If necessary" Kori replied.

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The inner ring had been awake for quite some time - a woman watering balcony herbs, a courier whistling along an elevated sidewalk, small things like this that just made everything feel more alive. They crossed into the cleaner streets that led toward the Academy, its grounds being its own slice of Neoshima - wider paths, trimmed hedges, the faint smell of pond water and freshly cut grass.

Raizen walked beside Hikari. His hand drifted to the pocket again. He pulled it back. Keahi noticed and gave him a look that said "I know exactly what’s in there and if you don’t do anything about it soon, I will do it for you". He looked away, trying to think about anything else.

Halfway across the Lotus Grounds, the path cut through a garden courtyard with stone benches and a low fountain that barely made a sound. Hikari slowed without stopping - the kind of pace adjustment that means someone is looking at something they like. A row of white flowers along the path’s edge, small and simple, catching what little light the clouds allowed through.

Raizen’s hand went to his pocket.

Now. Just do it now. Say something. Anything. He thought. Just a "Hey, I saw you were looking at those-" nonono... That doesn’t seem right. "Hey, Hikari! I got those earrings you were-" ok, no. That’s really bad. What if I just give them and say nothing? Nah, that would just be weird...

Raizen scratched his head. If he was going to do this, it should be quickly, without too much show. "It’s just a pair of earrings, nothing too much" he thought.

He opened his mouth-

"Hey, Kori" Arashi shouted from behind them, "are we allowed to know what that "something else" means, or is this a surprise execution?"

"It just means something else" Kori said. "Keep walking."

The moment dissolved. Hikari sped back up to match Kori’s pace. Raizen closed his mouth, closed his pocket, and added this to the growing list of seconds he’d wasted being a coward.

Keahi appeared at his shoulder. She didn’t say a word, but the look she gave him could have peeled paint off a fence.

They met the other four at the east gate. Feris had the plush whale pinned under one arm like it might escape. Lynea offered roasted nuts to anyone within reach, a bold gesture coming from her. Ichiro leaned against the wall - patient or just being his usual, silent self, quite impossible to tell which. Esen looked like he’d been containing himself for at least ten minutes and was running out of room.

"How are the legs?" Esen asked.

"Dead" Keahi said. "I’m haunted by my own calves."

"Worth it" Feris said, squeezing the whale. "What about you, Esen? You ran around a lot"

"My legs are just special" Esen said proudly, posing and flexing his quadriceps.

Kori counted heads - a quick sweep, making sure that everyone was still alive and well. "Main library is our first destination" she said. "Let’s go."

Inside, the air cooled down. The shelves were just as they remembered. A few hardcore students studying even during vacation were bent over books at the tables. An attendant at the main desk saw Kori and straightened his back immediately.

Kori led them past the public stacks. Past the old maps. Past a glass case holding a cracked training blade with a plaque beneath it that read a name none of them recognized but Kori’s eyes lingered on. Past everything they remembered from the hundred-book grind.

The library thinned as they went deeper - fewer books, fewer lamps, the shelves getting older and the spines getting thicker. The books back here didn’t have titles on their covers. They only had numbers.

"Charming," Arashi muttered, reading a spine that said only 4-19137. "Nothing says "welcome, read me" like a book that doesn’t even have a title!"

"Those are just mostly catalog entries," Kori said without turning around. "Theory, history, some old techniques nobody uses anymore. You’ll read some of them eventually."

"Oh, yes!" Esen’s eyes brightened. "Imagine going up to your friends and trying to get them to read your favourite catalog entry"

"Hey, Lynea! I’d recommend you try out one of my top five books! It’s called 4-19137, It’s an absolute masterpiece!" Arashi kept the joke alive.

Lynea’s eyes moved along the shelves with mild curiosity. She didn’t even hear her own name.

Kori turned a corner and kept walking. Raizen noticed that the other students they passed didn’t follow. Not because they were told not to - because they didn’t seem to know the corridor at all.

Kori stopped at a wall.

Just a wall. Same stone, plain, indistinguishable from any other section. No seam. No marking. Nothing except a metal plate set at waist height, small enough to miss if you weren’t looking for it - and you wouldn’t be looking for it, because nothing about this wall suggested there was anything to find.

Kori pressed her palm to it. A beep - quiet, decisive, the sound of a fingerprint system recognizing someone it trusted. A seam split the stone where there wasn’t one before.

"Oh, yes" Arashi whispered. "I love forbidden doors."

"Not forbidden" Kori corrected. "Just not for everyone."

The panel swung inward on silent hinges. Warmer air rose from below - dry, clean, carrying the faint mineral smell of metal that never sees moisture. A spiral staircase dropped into a round shaft, modern construction reinforced with ironwork along the edges.

Raizen felt it immediately.

The hum. Low, steady, rising from somewhere deep below.

"Where are we going?" Esen asked, because someone had to.

"Down" Kori said.

"Excellent. My favorite direction."

Kori looked at each of them.

"What you see below doesn’t leave your mouths. Please" she said. "Got it?"

Eight heads nodded simultaneously. Some because rules were familiar. Some because Kori saying "please" meant this was different from anything else that came before.

Raizen took the first step, because standing at edge of a mystery was never something he really enjoyed.

The stone was the same as the Underworks floor but it felt different under his feet - denser, colder, like it carried weight of whatever huge weight. The hum grew with every step. Not louder - closer. It climbed through the soles of his shoes, through the iron railing under his palm, into the bones of his wrist and up into his. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

The others simply followed without a word. Arashi close enough that his shoulder brushed Raizen’s and stayed near. Keahi’s hand hovering over the rail, fingers curled like she might need to grip it hard at any moment. Esen quiet for once, eyes scanning the plain metal walls. Behind them, Hikari’s breathing was slow and measured - the metronome rhythm Kenzo taught her. Next to her, Ichiro immitated her breathing. Lynea’s fragments weren’t by her shoulder this time - it was almost strange not seeing her with her floating weapons always ready

The staircase spiraled downward while the hidden door slid shut behind them. Small fixtures under the railing woke up as they passed - a line of light unrolling ahead of them, just enough to see the next steps. Nothing fancy, just practical.

Twelve steps. Raizen’s breathing matched the steps without him choosing to. Twenty steps. The library noise above was gone - completely. Thirty steps. The hum was stronger, vibrating through Raizen’s body. Forty steps. The air changed one last time. A bit colder, denser.

Fifty steps in, a small round platform revealed itself below them. And into the far wall – a solid door, brushed steel frame, straight seam, no handle. A reader plate to the right, just like the one above.

Kori stepped past them to the plate. The mechanism behind the wall read her fingerprint again and chimed once - a small, bell-like sound. She looked back at them over her shoulder.

The expression on her face wasn’t the teacher. Wasn’t the drill sergeant. Wasn’t the woman who kicked her heels on the couch last night and talked about how steady Kenzo was. It was something underneath all of those - the thing that held them together. Pride. Trust that had been tested over years and survived every time.

"You’re here because you earned it" she said, "Not because I’m bored. Not just because I’m bored"

Nobody spoke. Esen swallowed hard. Arashi opened his mouth, reconsidered, and closed it - the comment could wait. Hikari’s eyes were wide and still, ready to kick Esen in the leg if he wanted to say anything innapropriate again. Keahi stood perfectly straight, the way she stood when something mattered too much to be casual about. Raizen felt the vibration in his chest again, the brass stars clinging quietly in his pocket and the weight of every step that brought him from the Underworks to this door. Carefully, he breathed in.

Kori put her hand on the dark metal plate again, and the mechanism activated fully now.

The door started opening slowly, light from the inside catching Kori’s profile. For a second she looked like two people at once: the woman who trained them and the girl who chose this life before she knew entirely what it would cost.

"Welcome" she said. "This is..."

Her voice carried something none of them heard before - honor and warning, both braided together.

"The Heart of the Lotus."