"Get up," said the former mercenary general coldly, barely stopping himself from giving the man a good kick for being such a flaky pussy. "I hate frakking sycophants. Save your flattering talk for someone that wants to hear it. I'm a general, plain and simple."Radical Dreamer wrote:Sensing that he had made a major gaff, Ranzhen recoiled in dramatic surprise. "Master Ji Bu? Forgive me, my lord! I did not dare to dream I was addressing someone so much my better." Dropping to his knees, even in his fine robes, the young man tried his best to mitigate this disaster. "Your servant begs forgiveness; I am a poor child from the farthest corner of the Great King's lands. I am unaccustomed to seeing living legends that I have long heard about and I have not learned any faces."
"I do not mean to further insult, my lord, but the Imperial Guard were figures to be admired by common folk such as myself, being so physically close to the Great King and the Emperor. I meant no offense with my ignorance."
"Have you been listening to what I've been saying?" asked Ji Bu angrily, shaking his head. "You think that these pathetic excuses of soldiers are granted permission to protect the Hegemonic King? Laughable. The Hegemonic King is protected by handpicked guardsmen who are trained to the highest standards by the King's brother, the young general, Xiang Zhuang. While he isn't much of a general, Xiang Zhuang is probably one of the best swordsman I have ever seen. The only one better is Xiang Bo . . ."