A wooden boat had reached a dock that was filled with people. The first to climb out of the watercraft was a girl the age of seventeen; she had (e/c) eyes, (h/c) hair that had been tied back. Her attire consisted of a (f/c) and (2f/c) hanfu, black boots, a sheathed sword by her waist, and a bag wrapped around her shoulder which could be seen to be carrying her things.

Inhaling deeply, the (h/c)nette looked around with curious eyes. Stalls and stands filled with manufactured goods. "Senior Sister (name), please don't stray too far. We still have to inform Clan Leader Jirov of our arrival." A disciple wearing a light sea-green hanfu called out to the captivated teen.

With a pout painting her face, the one named '(name)' grumbled a response that could be translated to an "alright" before directing her body to face those behind her.

"Listen up, everyone. Remember that we are not the only ones who have traveled far. Other clans' disciples from around have gathered to gain knowledge revolving cultivation. Please be sure to remember to not pick fights with others."

(E/C) eyes lighting up with pride and lips curling up in a trusting manner, (name)'s voice was clearer than cooling water at a lake. Gaining a "this humble disciple understands" from those who accompanied her, the seventeen-year-old girl nodded proudly.

Walking through hoards of people, the disciples eventually walked into a trail outside the town. At the end of said trail, stood a large stone gate and two guards protecting it.

Striding towards the guards, (name) greeted them with a relaxed smile, "hello there! My group and I came here with the purpose of attending the seven months teaching of cultivation." Guiding a hand inside her hanfu, she grabbed the folded invitation.

(Name) handed over the folded paper, allowing both guards to read over it. Soon after, the two guards stepped to opposite sides with a bow, allowing the group of disciples to pass by. Now on the other side, (name) observed her surroundings in awe.

Buildings lined with cobblestone paths, complemented by flowers of all kinds. A few bridges that arched over a running creek. A lantern hung on every other house which would soon illuminate the night along with the moon.

A scene to behold.

"Are you here for the cultivation lessons?"

Hearing a sudden voice caught (name) off guard. Swiftly turning to the voice, (e/c) orbs landed on mature, icy blue ones. There a man stood with hair that represented freshly fallen snow with eyes that mirrored a frozen lake. Quickly realizing that she was starting to stare, (name) bowed in a respective manner; "yes, we are! We are from the (last) Sect. I am (name) (last), may I ask your name?" The teen asked politely.

A chuckle left the man's lips as he gave a bow himself before placing a hand on (name)'s shoulder, signaling her to rise. "No need to bow, Lady (last). I am the eldest son of Alexei Jirov, Mikhail Jirov." Surprised to have met the first son of the royal family, (name) including her fellow disciples she brought with her, stared in shock.

"Master Jirov, please forgive my rudeness in not immediately going to you and your father to inform you of our arrival! I was just so taken back by the beauty of your home." (Name) dipped in a quick bow with a slightly panicked expression.

This earned another chuckle from Mikhail, "it's quite alright, Lady (last). I'm happy to hear that you enjoy our hard work in making our home more presentable. Come, I'll lead you to my father's office where you can tell him all you need to." Upon hearing the man's offer, a relieved smile eased onto (name)'s face as she accepted the offer.

A few turns on the cobblestone paths was all it took to get to the main house where the clan leader would be. When the group arrived, Mikhail was the first to move as he went to knock on the wood of the sliding door. "Come in." A voice projected from inside.

Mikhail opened his mouth to speak all the while he slid open the door, "father, I've brought a group of disciples who would like to inform you of their presence." The twenty-seven-year-old bowed, prior to stepping inside letting the younger disciples follow him.

Sitting at the front, (name) placed her hands on the wooden floor, bowing her head in respect. Of course, her fellow disciples doing the same.

"Clan Leader Jirov. I am (name) (last) of the (last) Sect and I have come to announce my clan's presence."

Her voice cut through the air like a sharp sword. Bringing her head up, her (e/c) eyes quickly analyzed the clan leader before her.

A man with a muscular build. His eyes an azure blue in contrast to his eldest son's. His hair presented as a snow-white- an obvious genetic of those who lived in the land of the Sirius. Scars decorated his face, giving him an intimidating air that balanced his overly kind eyes.

Beside him sat a woman with black hair and soft brown eyes that put you at ease. Her lips arched upwards into a welcoming smile.

Putting her focus back on the clan leader in front of her, (name) saw him give her an approving bow, "it is a pleasure to meet you, Lady (last). I hope you find your lessons enlightening." Giving the teen a smile, Alexei observed her as she left with her fellow disciples.

Once out the room, Alexei let out an amused chuckle earning a grin from his wife, "what the amusement for, dear?" She asked to which her husband replied with "it's nothing. I'm just excited to see how Lady (last) will behave in the seven months of her stay." It took a moment for Sachi to understand Alexei's words. The moment she realized he referred to those who spoke about the teen in such a way that would dirty anyone's mouth if they said the same thing.

Mikhail had left with (name) to lead her group to where they would be staying. "This building has eight floors and enough room to house your group since there are only five of you. Each of you will have your own rooms with your name tag on the door so no one gets mixed up." Mikhail's explanation made the group bow with gratitude.

"Oh, tomorrow there will be a bell to wake you up. That day, we will discuss the rules, curfews, punishments for rule-breaking, and other related things." Once again, everyone nodded in understanding.

Upon leaving the group to their own devices, Mikhail stopped and turned to the disciples. "I forgot to mention something." He blankly stated gaining a look of confusion from (name), "what is it?" She wondered aloud. Then, at that moment, Mikhail gave a perfect bow before rising up.

"Welcome to the Land of the Sirius."

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Hello! Hello! Welcome to my new story! So to some, there are terms that don't make sense. I'll place a simple definition if I add a term that might seem unfamiliar.

Hanfu- layered robes used by the Chinese

Senior Sister- a female superior in cultivation

Cultivator/cultivation- one's journey to get closer to God. They live longer lives and fight with spiritual power along with a specifically made for them. They even name their swords. 

"This humble disciple understands"- just a polite way for one to say they understand 

Sects- land owned by clan leaders 

"Lady (last)"- whether one has a higher/lower noble status, this is a polite way to address them. For men, it is "Master"

These definitions might not be spot on but it's a simplified version. As you've guessed, this story will be more Chinese based. You might find it different so understand it is a little different for me too. But don't worry, I'll do plenty of research. If you are educated than me with Chinese history/culture/speech/etc. please don't hesitate to help me out. This is the end of chapter one. I know it's a little slow- first chapters are usually hard for me to write because its intensity is too light but rest assured, we'll get deeper into the plot I've planned out. 

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'll see you next time.