>>6066912"The charm on the floor I drew is the Room Possessor Phantom. I did not hit you; the rocks on the ground hit you. Your dear Shifu only does you good! Is my benevolence to be repaid in slander? Haiii!"
You think it over. And over. He's right, but... not?
"But, but, errehh, YOU drew the squiggles Seafood. YOU know how to use them. Who else is there?"
He smirks, doesn't deign to look your way. He's fanning himself with a broad palm leaf that he had ripped out before plopping in the grassy shade.
"How should I know? I'm just a harmless idiot servant girl. It might have been a thief. Or a ghost. Or maybe it's your own ill-luck that hit you. Who else indeed."
You nurse your belly but you think. You think. Yeh. Yehhh. Seafood's right. He's probably the one who did it. There really is no one else who can use the squiggles, and no one else in the cabin. But he'll never admit it, and you'll never prove it. The Weak Races always need to find out and know things to the end before they do harm in return for harm, but where's the sense in that? Rather, if they insist on being weak, indulge them! Pretend to be weak yourself! Pretend to be incapable of harm! They want to believe everyone is weak as they are, and you want to cause as much harm for as long as possible! This way, both sides get what they want, and everybody (left) gets to be happy!
Apropos of nothing your Seafood speaks, as if to himself, but really it is to you.
"Pity that little green bedbug doesnt have the spiritual niceness for mystical disciplines. I could have taught him a mountain of things like this! But it's all Fate. Fate! Some invent more than everyone has learned, and some learn only that they cannot learn! Beeheheee!"
Ooh you want to hit him now, hearing talk like that, but you see his eyes, the little girl Uille's brown hazels, are open a gleam, no wider than an eyelash, and looking right at you. You make no move to throw some mud in his mouth, and after a while the gleam shuts, satisfied.
This too is a lesson: annoyance and provocations are WEAPONS, attacks without violence. What is an insult? A word, a puff of air, but it can get people angry, make them stop thinking, make them run right into a trap or attack you prepared. Make them strike first and lose potential; make their strike an excuse for you to strike BACK! Justified! With bloody interest!
Seafood already did it to you once in the cabin, but only now you realize the lesson. Seafood's fuggen GREAT!
"That big green cockroach did startle me from the circle I drew. Who knew cockroaches could fly and dart like that. Lucky for me it wasn't a Carrionpede! A Carrionpede would have kept close to the ground, limbs and extremities spread yet bent, and if I stayed still it would have followed the ground up to my leg; if I jumped away it would scarper to where I land, unless I change direction in midair! Once it caught me, my heel and leg tendons would be cut, kidneys at the waist, then neck and face!"
