Chronicles of The Omniverse Archived Westeria City: Little Shintenchi

Moving slowly to the desk, her feet unsteady, she lowered herself into the chair and looked to the notepad with the pen. She stared at it confused, but decided she would try to breach the language barrier once more.

She looked at Sun and held up the pen, speaking slowly. "Stylus."

She turned to the paper, and began to scratch something in Anquietas, before she picked up the Anquietas to Losenyu dictionary, flipping through the papers furiously she looked to Sun, and spoke in atrociously pronounced Losenyu. "I am Soldier-Doctor." She said slowly, pointing to herself, and then furiously shuffling through pages, take a notation in Anquietas, and then look to Sun. "I, life debt, to you."
 
Ayla's pronunciation was so abysmal that Sun had to reference the book in the Aschen woman's hands to read the translation for herself before repeating the correct pronunciation for the woman.

She slid the pad over to her and picked up the pen to scribble her own words down. Rather than trying to pronounce the words in Anquietas, she used her own dictionary to write the translation beneath each of her words.

It was a slow and tedious process, and no doubt it would take hours for them to make any real headway, but it was a breaking point. To avoid the clash in sentence structures between the two languages, she opted to focus on single words. She pointed to herself, and the two words.

Warrior. Instructor.

That the gentle woman identified herself as a warrior instructor was no doubt perplexing to the Aschen soldier.
 
Ayla took the book, furrowing her brows only slightly before she opted to pose the question as to why, so she flipped through the dictionary to find the appropriate page, she scratched her head briefly, before she found the proper ideograph, and she carefully tried to write it on the notepad, it was one simple word in Losenyu.

"Why?"

The question puzzled Ayla since she had been saved from the slaver. in the thirty or so minutes that went by, Ayla's sores had completely healed, she contemplated the word "Warrior Instructor" for a moment, was Sun perhaps some kind of military drill instructor?

So Ayla filted through the dictionary and selected another Losenyu ideograph, the one for "Army, military." And Ayla gave Sun an inquisitive look.
 
Sun shook her head as she tried to better express the word warrior to a women with a concept of war and military.

Children. Values. Heart. Strength. Perfection.

She couldn't find the word she wanted, as the Losenyu style of martial arts that she taught, wasn't to be found within the dictionary.

She finally smiled and headed for the entrance to the hall.

"Come," she said while waving for Ayla to follow.

It was to the kitchen she led them, and she gestured towards the window that looked out into the small back yard.

What Ayla would see was a picture of serenity. The small garden was well tended, and an old peach tree was in full blossom. Beneath the tree was Sun's father, poised in a martial arts stance. Despite his age, arthritis, and physical decline, his morning routine never wavered and Sun knew just where he would be. He was slow, but precise with his thrusts and blows. With the sweep of his leg and the pivot of his movements, and there was grace in the old Torajin yet.

The style wasn't too dissimilar to old Chinese styles of martial arts that the Aschen were familiar with, but there were strong variations through its development among the Losenyu people - and the Torajin in particular.
 
Ayla was still somewhat confused as she was used to military drills, concepts, and the core values of the Imperial Military, of which were Honor, Loyalty, Commitment, and Patience. But she took down the notations for her own future reference as Sun tried to teach her the concepts.

With a hint of trepidation, she stood up and followed Sun into the kitchen, with much of her strength back, it wasn't too hard to do so, and once in the kitchen she looked out at the garden. Slowly the young Aschen woman cantered her head and mumbled something in Anquietas.

She watched in silence for several moments, noting how swift and precise the elder Torajin was, it finally dawned, and Ayla spoke a word that was unlike the other Anquietas words she had spoken. "Pankration." (Pan-krat-eeon)

Ayla had made the comparison to the ancient Tauron martial art of Pankration, a somewhat swift and brutal form of Martial arts, that emphasized the body as a weapon, rather then the serenity of the forms that Sun's father were using. The forms of Pankration made the foundation for almost all Aschen martial arts training in the Imperial military.

It was a stark contrast from what she was seeing, but no doubt both martial arts forms were steeped in tradition.
 
Once again Sun offered a warm smile as they made further progress with communicating - and more importantly - connecting with one another. She moved next to the kitchen table to take a seat, so she could resume leafing through the dictionary to try and and address a more serious matter. Her brow was furrowed in thought as she picked out a few words, and scribbled some crude images upon the paper.

"Little Shintenchi," she said as she pointed the pen at a small rough outline of of the surrounding streets. Ayla likely wouldn't recognize the exact layout of the streets, but to help further the identification she drew a circle around them. "Little Shintenchi," she said again, before pointing out the nearby window, and in several other directions. "Little Shintenchi."

She then pointed to the Anquietas word for "Danger," before pointing at Ayla.

The next image she pointed the pen at was a familiar tattoo, one that identified members of the Red Dragon Syndicate, the people Ayla had been abused at the hands of. "Danger," she said before pointing again to Ayla.

Four more words were pointed out in succession. Stay. Danger. Go. Safe.

Lastly she pointed again to the word "go," this time followed by a single word trailed by the Anquietas punctuation to identify a question. Where?. Go Where?
 
The medic's eyes followed Sun closely as she moved from the window, to the table where she took a seat, Ayla decided she would follow, and so with slow movements, she followed Sun to the table, taking a seat next to her. She looked to the pen and paper, and back up to Sun, they were in Little Shintenchi it seemed, at least that gave Ayla a slight idea where they were.

She followed Sun's gestures to the tattoo, canting her head in confusion, was she telling her it was safer to go? Or was she asking her to stay?

"Claro." Ayla said out loud, trying to keep the statement simple.

She pointed to herself briefly. "Ego indeo contactus maniplus.." She said, trying to consider her next words.

She picked up the Losenji dictionary and flipped through, and then she carefully, but clearly poorly drew the Losenyu ideograph for 'army'.

"Ego indeo contactus.." She said, making her hand into a phone like gesture, and holding it to her head.
 
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