Because no one knew it.
No one knew about him.
He was naless then.
Without family.
Without a voice.
Just a void of silence echoing within.
Chatty’s aura flickered around him, a tempest of conflicting colors — shimring gold battling against a formless gray. The stone reacted to his turmoil, pulsating in erratic rhythm, mirroring the chaos within his very being.
Yet, Butler Oda remained unmoved.
He observed.
He waited.
He trusted.
Chatty clenched his jaw, forcing each breath to beco deliberate, a steady rhythm amidst the storm. He whispered to himself — not in words, but in the pulse of a beat, a cadence to anchor his thoughts.
The mory, once sharp and feral, began to soften.
The stone dimd, morphing to a silvery glow.
Oda’s approval flickered in his eyes. "Good. Again."
The fifth stone erupted with a lody of sharp, slicing tones — a sound reminiscent of glass shattering in reverse. Chatty steeled himself against the incoming wave.
This ti, the resonance didn’t weave a mory; it conjured a question that sliced through the mist of Chatty’s mind.
Who are you when no one is watching?
Chatty found himself viscerally reliving monts of survival — stealing bread from a rchant’s stall, fabricating lies about his age to gain entry into employnt, laughing too boisterously to mask the inner ache that thrumd beneath the surface.
He stood unwavering, the truth snug against his chest.
"I’m still ," Chatty declared softly.
The stone pulsed a serene blue, a gentle affirmation of his claim.
The sixth stone, however, held an unsettling stillness that draped over him like a shroud.
As Chatty reached out to touch it, an unsettling void remained — no sound, no vision, just an encroaching stillness that brought a frown to his brow. "Is it broken?" he inquired, glancing at Oda.
The butler shook his head firmly. "It’s waiting."
Closing his eyes, Chatty surrendered to the silence.
And then he heard it.
A voice.
His own.
Soft, youthful, tinged with desperation.
“Please... soone...”
Chatty didn’t flinch or cry. Instead, he opened his eyes, resolute, and spoke, "I’m here now."
The stone ignited with a brilliant white light.
The seventh stone felt entirely different.
It didn’t rely pulse; it resonated with an ancient power.
As Chatty placed his hand upon it, the other six stones ignited in a stunning sequence, forming a harmonious ring of sound around him. The frequencies wove together — his mories, fears, and truths — lding into a singular, transcendent wave that vibrated through the very air.
His aura surged, golden and unwavering.
Oda stepped closer, gaze sharp and intense. "Now speak."
Chatty stood tall, his voice rising with clarity and conviction.
"My na is Tong Xue. I have no bloodline. No legacy. No family. Yet, I have survived. I have learned. I have earned my place."
In unison, the stones pulsed once — a final acknowledgnt — before fading into stillness.
Oda bowed his head slightly, respect shimring in his eyes. "Then you are ready."
Chatty let out a shaky exhale, sweat trickling down his brow, but the fire in his eyes burned bright with newfound purpose.
He had faced the Echo.
And this ti, it hadn’t shattered him.
Ling Li Observes: The Echo of Growth
From her perch atop the sun-drenched ridge, Ling Li found refuge beneath the sprawling branches of an ancient, wind-battered pine. Its gnarled bark and whispering needles ford a protective canopy, shielding her from the world below. She had chosen not to reveal herself, for her presence was a re shadow, an unnoticed guardian witnessing the unfolding of fate.
Her keen gaze was locked onto Chatty, who stood isolated in the expansive clearing, encircled by the enigmatic seven Echo Stones that lood like silent sentinels. Tension radiated from his slender fra, an electric current of uncertainty that flickered in his aura. Yet, in defiance of the fear that had engulfed stronger trainees the day prior, he held his ground — his trembling hands gripping air as if it were a lifeline, his jaw clenched in determination.
Ling Li’s heart tightened as she observed him, her mories weaving through the tapestry of ti. She recalled Four Eyes told her about Chatty the mont he had first appeared at their gates, a fragile boy with a defiant spark in his eyes — skin too thin, a spirit too fierce. Alone in the world, lacking kinship or a na, he was defined by a singular force: a voice that stubbornly echoed beyond silence.
Four Eyes and Fatty decided to befriend Chatty and give him food, to the point that both their parents made arrangents for Chatty upon learning about him.
Now, that voice was on the verge of transformation.
Ling Li watched as Chatty swayed, teetering on the edge of despair before reclaiming his balance. He winced, a delicate ballet of fear and resolve playing out, and yet, amidst the inner tumult, a smile broke through. He uttered his truth — a lody of authenticity — and the Echo Stones responded, pulsing with a resonance that felt like a whispered acknowledgnt.
Nearby, Butler Oda stood watch, arms crossed, his expression a mask of contemplation. Yet, Ling Li was attuned to the subtleties — an imperceptible nod, a shift in his posture that spoke volus. Approval radiated from him like gentle sunlight breaking through storm clouds.
A sense of pride ignited within Ling Li’s chest, blossoming like a delicate fla in the darkness. "He’s ready," she breathed softly, feeling warmth suffuse her veins. "Not perfect. Not polished. But ready."
The twins, nestling close like two eager birds, tugged at her robes, eyes wide with curiosity. "Is Uncle Murphy winning?" Kim Kim ventured.
"He’s not fighting," Ling Li responded, her voice a blend of understanding and restraint.
Chin Chin cocked his head in confusion. "Then what’s he doing?"
A tender smile curled her lips as she replied, "He’s rembering."
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