Conclave of Tyrants

After the Guardian Supreme spoke everyone became silent waiting with bated breath. Kaguvi was a mysterious man and each of his actions attracted a lot of attention, despite his best efforts to avoid the limelight.

Rather than saying he was famous, it would be more accurate to say that he was infamous. He was infamous for his laziness, perverseness and strange temper, in other words, he was the personification of being eccentric. Imagine if such a person was about to make a life-changing decision, wouldn't it catch a lot of attention.

Kaguvi rose while clapping in respect to the Guardian Supreme. No matter how arrogant Kaguvi was, he could do nothing but respect the Goddess above him.

"Thank you, Ancestor. My fellow Guardians, I have chosen a young Gutu child on the Western Continent."

The words 'Western might refer to many continents as the Gutu were on countless worlds, but in this instance, no one doubted which one it was.

Nkomo tensed up, 'The place where the war of Saints and Sages happened!'

It was a relatively young continent, but it had been involved in a war between immortals. Many mortals rose to fame during that period. Many became strong and ascended. Kaguvi was born on the Western Continent just after the war had finished!

The cogs in Nkomo's mind started to spin, 'If I'm not mistaken, this fool managed to kill a chosen of the chikosi as a bronze level talent. His methods are still unknown because he is under the protection of the Nzou for some odd reason.'

Kaguvi's achievement was a first even among the many Gutu worlds. A gold-level talent was a monster, but there were monsters above monsters, these were the chosen. Tendai the Immortal was said to be unkillable by a mortal, but he was killed by this bronze level weasel.'

The Gutu rewarded impressive feats. Kaguvi entered the Conclave at the second-youngest age since the Conclave's inception. The first was the Guardian Supreme sitting on her throne, bemused.

"I have chosen but I wish to make a bold request."

The Guardian Supreme's eyes flashed before she said, On account of your feats despite being a meager bronze talent, I will humor you, but do not overstep your bounds."

Kaguvi started the cupping clap, "I would never Great Elephant. My request is simple, I would like to hide my choice's identity for 10 mortal years."

This was a common request, so the majority of the crowd nodded understanding. To them what Kaguvi achieved was impressive, but he was still a bronze level talent. Overcoming the talent levels was a superb achievement as a mortal, overcoming it as an immortal was nigh impossible.

"You have permission to do so, but there is a caveat. The Western Continent is a rather… special place, hence after those ten years, the candidate will be free to be chosen by another Guardian. Do you accept?"

The others breathed a sigh of relief, the Guardian Supreme was still the Guardian Supreme. She had never instilled such a caveat on such a meager request. Most attributed it to his bronze level talent, but Mugabe could not help but shrink his eyes. Nkomo saw this and smelled a plot. Something was off, but she could tell nothing.

Granted the Western Continent was special but it couldn't possibly warrant such attention.

"Henceforth the person you choose shall inherit your legacy for ten years! Afterward, he or she can choose another Guardian if they so wish. Conclave adjourned!

…

"I must say I'm impressed," said Kaguvi as Taku stood up groggily. By reflex, he said, "Impressed by what?"

Kaguvi smiled and said, "There are too many things to note, but let's start with the first one. That second soul, what kind of world is it from?"

Kaguvi's question hit Taku like a thunderbolt. The latter was never really good at masking his emotions and he was seen through by the wily old fox."

"You know why they called me the Supreme Martialist? Its because I am obsessed with them to the point that I studied all the martial arts in our worlds. It took me a while, but finally realized after I had sent you off that I had never seen those movements! That was clearly a thoroughly developed martial art or should I say arts, should about two no?"

"Uh, ehm, haha, uhm…"

Kaguvi's works made Taku stutter nonsense. He saw that Taku was using two different Martial Arts even though he had never seen or heard of them before? What ridiculousness was this? His title was truly well earned!

Then Taku realized something, if he was The Supreme Martialist, why had he taught him nothing? All he had done was zap him and affect his soul somehow.

"It's called Soul Filter. Your soul or souls were weak. I strengthened them and separated them properly, dispelling the nasty curse on you. It works passively and strengthens your souls at the base continuously over time. You can literally sit there and do nothing but your soul will get stronger and more refined. The refinement also allows you to have better control of your souls so long as you cultivate. If you cultivate zesa then…"

Kaguve palmed his hands and exaggeratedly separated them.

"Boom!"

Taku was scared for a second and then relaxed. He was constantly cultivated so he was okay, right?

"Don't worry you always cultivate your zesa so your good, but on the flip side your souls are incredibly powerful and get stronger every second so...good luck buddy."

"Oi, please tell me your joking."

Kaguvi put on an oddly serious expression. "I wish I was."

Taku gulped at the thought of his head exploding while Kaguvi shifted to a thinker position, "No like seriously I really wish I was joking, this would make epic material on comedy night out with the boys."

Kaguvi noticed the usually calm Taku and smiled, "Don't worry, I have a solution, but for the solution to work, you need to tell me about where you really come from."