Six winters

Seasons come and seasons go, that's the easiest way for me to calculate time.

Six winters have passed since I was born.

I've long since learned to read and write and, on top of my literary classes, I've had to learn martial arts and meditation.

Only after coming here did I understand just how pampered we are in the future. A boy cannot live without learning martial arts and the art of war… in my past life the closest I ever was to knowing martial arts were Hollywood movies and anime.

In here, "one's body is a temple and we must work to care and strengthen our link to divinity" that was the first ever lesson I got from the kung-fu master coming to the house to teach me.

If I were my past self, the intensity of the exercises I normally perform now would have probably killed me. This body, however, is incredibly flexible and I love the feeling of freedom and strength I get from every exercise I do. If gym freaks get this rush from working out, no wonder they spend their lives pushing and pulling weights!

But there are no gyms subscriptions in this place. Here, the teachers come to me every day to teach all they can in their not so limited time.

As a noble, society has many expectations of my young self. I'm supposed to continue my father's career as a servant of the emperor. I'm also supposed to be knowledgeable, fair, compassionate and honorable, while still remaining myself.

I am also very fond of books, but there isn't much variety. Most literature I've found is about war, martial arts, cultivation (whatever that is, because it appears to hold no relationship with plants), or romantic fiction for females. There are no fantasy sagas and of course no science-fiction.

I might be doing the world a favor by writing something innovative.

Fortunately, practicing martial arts and the discipline behind them aids my creativity, so it's a win-win for all.

My teachers are pleased by my dedication, I'm pleased by my quick progress in both areas, and my parents are pleased by their genius of a son.

"Young master" I hear the voice of my MA teacher calling me as I finish the kata I was taught that same day. As soon as I stop, a younger boy comes and hands me a towel so I can clean the sweat from my face.

I turn to the old man "How did I do, Master Fa?"

"Excellent as always, young master. This teacher is honored to have such a talented student." That's one thing I still have issues with. Most people here talk in a third person when they refer to themselves in formal speech.

"The honor is mine, for having such a knowledgeable teacher" I bow my head with a wushu salute to him, and he returns the gesture with a more pronounced bow.

He keeps smiling "young master, the Emperor's eunuch is here, and Master Shen is calling for your presence in his study."

I sigh.

The bald man I mentioned earlier turned out to be the royal Eunuch, a messenger from the Imperial Family that comes and goes at their bidding. This past year, my father has requested my presence every time the man appears in our home. I always feel like I'm being put on the spot whenever he comes, because father loves to boast about how intelligent his son is.

I give the towel to the servant who then rushes to the house, probably to fix my bath and clothes to receive the imperial messenger.

Before exiting the training room, I look at my teacher "Master, will you teach me how to cultivate my spirit?"

Master Fa smiles pleasantly but doesn't seem surprised. It seems he had been waiting for me to ask that. "Of course, young master. I shall bring the books with me tomorrow."

I bathed and dressed quickly and went to my father's study, where a servant announced my presence, and I was soon admitted.

"Good afternoon, master Sun, Father." I bowed to both, still unsure as to how I was supposed to greet the messenger, so I gave him a polite bow.

The eunuch smiled for a change, as did my father.

"Master Shen speaks highly of you" the eunuch said, still looking at me. His smile was polite, but I could sense a glint of untruthfulness from his eyes. It would do me good to take his words with a grain of salt. "Even at court, your talents are known".

Even I knew that answering arrogantly was not a good idea, "It is all thanks to the teaching of my family and masters. Father is a great man, and I can only hope that someday I will be as strong or talented as the great General Shen."

My words made father smile further. He placed a hand over my head "The empress has sent word with Sun here: we have been invited to the palace for the third son's birthday."

Ah, so that's what it was. My father is well known in court, it is was to be expected that his family were invited to a party. It must mean that the third prince is close to my age, so that's why they're taking me this time.

"Does mother know?" I asked, using the same innocent act that has served me much in this life.

"Not yet. Be a good boy and tell your mother and siblings."

"Yes father." I bowed to both again and left the room.

As soon as I was out of earshot, I sighed.

It would seem that my cultivation would have to wait for a few days.

I walked back to the house intending to search for my mother, when a pink torpedo impacted with my chest, stopping me in my tracks.

"Ge-ge!"

Ah yes. How could I ever forget about this tiny source of chaos?

I'm the first of three children so far. This one here is Shen Zhi Ruo, my younger sister. She's three years old and very cute, but also mischievous. I sincerely fear for the man who will marry her in the future.

"Mei-Mei, where is mother?"

She pouted at me. She probably wants to play with me, but knows that if we go to mother, she will be scolded for running in the halls.

"Ge-ge play with me!"

I pet her on the head, and she smiles. "I will, but I must talk to mother first."

"Come then!"

She takes my hand and pulls me around the house until we find mother, who's breast-feeding the youngest addition to the family. Shen Yin was born a few months ago, and like myself at that age, does nothing but sleep and eat. But unlike me, he shows no desire for anything else.

Then again, how often is an old man reborn with his memories intact? Most people think I'm a genius, when in fact, I'm the product of two school systems: the scientific-minded of the 21st century, and the spiritually-minded of this age. In pure knowledge of the world I have at least two thousand years of advantage, so I can focus my mind on learning about the spirit-body connection that this culture is so famous for, and come out on top most of the time.

"Mama! Ge-ge's here!" Zhi grins, sitting beside our mother and gazed lovingly at the small bundle that's her new brother.

My still beautiful mother looks at me with surprise. Normally, I would still be training at this time. Of course, as she looks at my fancy clothes, she understands.

"Mother" I smile and bow to her "We have been invited to the third prince's birthday."

"Dearest Mu, must you be so cold to your mother?" she scolds me lightly for being so formal with her.

I must still be influenced by the clothes I'm wearing, to forget that she's always preferred me being warmer with her.

I can't help but blush a little as I scratch the back of my head. "Sorry." She of course laughs at me, but in truth I prefer her light teasing. It helps me remember that there are two environments in this life: family and work, and both have different rules.

"Ge-ge, can we play now?"

I roll my eyes at the hopeful tone of my baby sister, making mother laugh.

"Yes mei-mei, let's go."

Thus, I get pulled into taking care of my baby sister while the servants fuss about to comply with my mother's orders.