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[#297] dawning escapades (SVSSS)
Theme Prompt: 297 - Unexpected Kindness
Title: dawning escapades
Fandom: The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System
Rating/Warnings: General
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 998
Summary: Shen Yuan sneaks over to the neighbouring peak to help with the animals. [Disciple!SY AU]
Shen Yuan isn't meant to be here. It's a statement true on multiple levels: he hadn't meant to wake up from an untimely death in the body of a prospective disciple of a Cang Qiong disciple with mud on his hands, his knees, his mouth, and a pair of piercing green eyes staring down at him. But, in the narrower of fashion's, he wasn't meant to be on Ling You peak before the sun had even risen, dressed in his best fascimile of their under-robes beneath a correct set of safety gear.
He knots the ties twice beneath his ear and tucks the trailing cord into the cap, alongside a few uneven strands of his hair. He's amongst a small crowd of Ling You disciples, all dressed in a similar assortment of gear; some of the taller students had claimed breastplates for themselves, the straps hanging loose at the sides as they jostled amongst themselves, laughter spilling out into the air, while others outfitted themselves with caps and bracers, broad gloves that stretched to the elbows. Shen Yuan is separate from the crowd while being concealed in it's midst, drifting along the fringes of conversation with his head ducked and a scarf drawn up over his nose and mouth. Even so, there's a static in the air, a heady anticipation that Shen Yuan would normally feel in the face of a new chapter and a fresh empty comment box.
He accepts the tool handed to him, a long wooden handle ending with a flat square of treated leather on one side, and a noose of twisted rope on the other, and moves back into the throng. One girl is caught in the shoulder by a gesticulating boy, and she snaps the noose around his ankle, dragging him down into the mud.
"If you're all finished," a voice cuts through the idle chatter and Shen Yuan snaps to practiced attention before he catches himself and curls his spine once more. There'd be no cutting remark thrown his way with the precision of a internet troll to his smallest softest weakness, and he turns half his attention to the words of Li Wei, head disciple and unfortunate babysitter of this group.
Li Wei balances the polearm on his shoulder as he sweeps his arm to indicate the pasture behind him. "Simple enough task, one we have to do yearly so try and remember for next time. In this pasture, we have twenty individuals of the Greater-Spotted Woolly Ox, five of which are juveniles. These can be identified by being generally smaller, cuter, and that they will be actively trying to gore you using their horns."
As if on cue, the pink-tinged mist rolling over the pasture shifts in the breeze, revealing one of the juvenilles. It's lanky, stocky legs protruding from a mess of coarse pale wool streaked with mud, before it turns to regard the crowd with dark forward-facing eyes. Shen Yuan twists his fingers into his palm, digging his nails along the line of thick calluses, before he gives himself away with his excitement. Best part of waking up in this world with a System that's downloading an update for the better part of three years is the beasts. The rest is fun, simple enough really to learn and copy and prod at his Shizun for some distractionary entertainment, and he's curious when the protagionist would arrive, but Shen Yuan would distract himself with the beasts in the meantime and in any free time he has.
"This is their seasonal migration from this paddock to one lower down, we'll do the reverse come harvest." Li Wei shrugs his polearm from his shoulder and catches it. "One end to steer them, the other to try and redirect, aim for the horns, try not to get gored."
"What's the procedure if we do?" One of the students shoutsand Li Wei scuffs his hand over his shaved head.
"Screaming usually. Sure you'll manage it fine." He unhitched the gate, drawing it wide. "Off you go. They'll be directed down this path, and round that corner."
Shen Yuan isn't the first disciple into the pasture, that would be too memorable, but he's close enough that the grass soaks his legs as he makes his way closer to the oxen. This close the smell of the oxen floods the air, damp wool and hay. A boy is slightly faster than him, moving closer to the oxen with a swagger that sinks into the mud with a squelch. The juvenille's gaze turns to him, a single blink as it's ears flicker, and it charges.
The boy screams, drops his polearm as he brings up his hands to block the blow instead, and Shen Yuan steps forward instead. He hooks his free hand in the back of the boy's robe and drags him backward, continuing the movement as he brings the polearm up and flicks the noose over the juvenille's horn and draws it tight. Sweat beads his hairline as Shen Yuan shifts his hold to the boy's hips, balancing him against his own as he swings the polearm wide, turning the oxen back on itself and towards the herd rambling onwards before he releases it.
"Are you okay, shidi?"
The boy nods, his face a burning pink. "My thanks for the kindness, shixiong."
Shen Yuan needs to go. Now. "Costs me nothing to be kind, shidi. Now, ah, what's that?"
The boy turns with a flinch and Shen Yuan releases him, fleeing in the same moment. He abandons the polearm next to the boy in replacement of his own, and throws the safety gear into another paddock when he's far enough away. Cursing, he continues running, barely making it back to the Bamboo House before Shen Qingqiu steps into the main room, his fan held in front of his face.
"You're late," Shen Qingqiu says, waving Shen Yuan away to his tasks before sitting at his desk. The edge of his robes are dew-dark.
Title: dawning escapades
Fandom: The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System
Rating/Warnings: General
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 998
Summary: Shen Yuan sneaks over to the neighbouring peak to help with the animals. [Disciple!SY AU]
Shen Yuan isn't meant to be here. It's a statement true on multiple levels: he hadn't meant to wake up from an untimely death in the body of a prospective disciple of a Cang Qiong disciple with mud on his hands, his knees, his mouth, and a pair of piercing green eyes staring down at him. But, in the narrower of fashion's, he wasn't meant to be on Ling You peak before the sun had even risen, dressed in his best fascimile of their under-robes beneath a correct set of safety gear.
He knots the ties twice beneath his ear and tucks the trailing cord into the cap, alongside a few uneven strands of his hair. He's amongst a small crowd of Ling You disciples, all dressed in a similar assortment of gear; some of the taller students had claimed breastplates for themselves, the straps hanging loose at the sides as they jostled amongst themselves, laughter spilling out into the air, while others outfitted themselves with caps and bracers, broad gloves that stretched to the elbows. Shen Yuan is separate from the crowd while being concealed in it's midst, drifting along the fringes of conversation with his head ducked and a scarf drawn up over his nose and mouth. Even so, there's a static in the air, a heady anticipation that Shen Yuan would normally feel in the face of a new chapter and a fresh empty comment box.
He accepts the tool handed to him, a long wooden handle ending with a flat square of treated leather on one side, and a noose of twisted rope on the other, and moves back into the throng. One girl is caught in the shoulder by a gesticulating boy, and she snaps the noose around his ankle, dragging him down into the mud.
"If you're all finished," a voice cuts through the idle chatter and Shen Yuan snaps to practiced attention before he catches himself and curls his spine once more. There'd be no cutting remark thrown his way with the precision of a internet troll to his smallest softest weakness, and he turns half his attention to the words of Li Wei, head disciple and unfortunate babysitter of this group.
Li Wei balances the polearm on his shoulder as he sweeps his arm to indicate the pasture behind him. "Simple enough task, one we have to do yearly so try and remember for next time. In this pasture, we have twenty individuals of the Greater-Spotted Woolly Ox, five of which are juveniles. These can be identified by being generally smaller, cuter, and that they will be actively trying to gore you using their horns."
As if on cue, the pink-tinged mist rolling over the pasture shifts in the breeze, revealing one of the juvenilles. It's lanky, stocky legs protruding from a mess of coarse pale wool streaked with mud, before it turns to regard the crowd with dark forward-facing eyes. Shen Yuan twists his fingers into his palm, digging his nails along the line of thick calluses, before he gives himself away with his excitement. Best part of waking up in this world with a System that's downloading an update for the better part of three years is the beasts. The rest is fun, simple enough really to learn and copy and prod at his Shizun for some distractionary entertainment, and he's curious when the protagionist would arrive, but Shen Yuan would distract himself with the beasts in the meantime and in any free time he has.
"This is their seasonal migration from this paddock to one lower down, we'll do the reverse come harvest." Li Wei shrugs his polearm from his shoulder and catches it. "One end to steer them, the other to try and redirect, aim for the horns, try not to get gored."
"What's the procedure if we do?" One of the students shoutsand Li Wei scuffs his hand over his shaved head.
"Screaming usually. Sure you'll manage it fine." He unhitched the gate, drawing it wide. "Off you go. They'll be directed down this path, and round that corner."
Shen Yuan isn't the first disciple into the pasture, that would be too memorable, but he's close enough that the grass soaks his legs as he makes his way closer to the oxen. This close the smell of the oxen floods the air, damp wool and hay. A boy is slightly faster than him, moving closer to the oxen with a swagger that sinks into the mud with a squelch. The juvenille's gaze turns to him, a single blink as it's ears flicker, and it charges.
The boy screams, drops his polearm as he brings up his hands to block the blow instead, and Shen Yuan steps forward instead. He hooks his free hand in the back of the boy's robe and drags him backward, continuing the movement as he brings the polearm up and flicks the noose over the juvenille's horn and draws it tight. Sweat beads his hairline as Shen Yuan shifts his hold to the boy's hips, balancing him against his own as he swings the polearm wide, turning the oxen back on itself and towards the herd rambling onwards before he releases it.
"Are you okay, shidi?"
The boy nods, his face a burning pink. "My thanks for the kindness, shixiong."
Shen Yuan needs to go. Now. "Costs me nothing to be kind, shidi. Now, ah, what's that?"
The boy turns with a flinch and Shen Yuan releases him, fleeing in the same moment. He abandons the polearm next to the boy in replacement of his own, and throws the safety gear into another paddock when he's far enough away. Cursing, he continues running, barely making it back to the Bamboo House before Shen Qingqiu steps into the main room, his fan held in front of his face.
"You're late," Shen Qingqiu says, waving Shen Yuan away to his tasks before sitting at his desk. The edge of his robes are dew-dark.