Rinnosuke! Y-You're strong...
Of course I am, fool! By thy's own blade shall thy fall to thee.
Is there no going back for you?
Enough talking! Come at me!
Fine then! By the strength vested in me... I will not hold back!
Soon! Azeri Zenxsoul! You will learn how almighty Chaos really is!
The lone sword sits in a corner of the shop. No dust appears to be on it. The only clean item in the shop besides the occasional book. Aesera and Kanako watch in anticipation as the youkai - Mira, walks slowly towards the blade. Still in it's scabbard, sitting in the corner intimidatingly, silent and unmoving. As if it's never been touched before. Why would a sword have such a weird aura, as if it was a predator lurking in wait for a kill. Mira reaches forward, her arm grazing a nearby circular object. Her hands curl around the blade's hilt, tugging on it experimentally.
Finally, the youkai pulls the sword out, still sitting in it's scabbard. At that moment, Kanako flings her hand in a forward, almost throwing motion. With her faith being stored in Gensokyo, just a small action like this is enough to create a gust of wind. A gust with the strength of a youkai. The wind, directed at Mira's hands, runs forward. Effectively knocking the blade out of her hands and redirecting it towards Aesera. In a singular motion, quite similar to Kanako's, she catches the blade.
In that instant, a flash of gold light bursts from her talisman, or more specifically, her necklace. It was a small keystone hung on a string. Aesera had got it right after she met Kanako... But why now? What had this sword had to do with the keystone? The sword's scabbard rips itself into tens of hundreds of fabric-shaped pieces. Another gust of wind from Kanako doesn't help at all. The blade stays, almost attached to Aesera's hand. Her grip unable to be loosened. The fabric-like pieces of the blade's scabbard then fling themselves out of the shop, disappearing from view. Aesera drops the sword, which comes clattering onto the ground.
In awe, Kanako reaches and pulls up the blade.
"This is..."
Aesera groans, her hand feeling as if it was just roasted on a fire.
"...Master's..."
"Ama no Murakumo no Tsurugi..."
"W-Wha?" Aesera chokes. Mira stands on the sidelines, silent.
"Lord Susanoo's blade..."
"The Grasscutter's sword..." Mira finally speaks.
Kusanagi no Tsurugi - These words echo throughout Aesera's mind. Kanako grips the blade's hilt just like Aesera did. Wind and rain begin to fall only around the shop. The blade has found it's new master.
Kanako Yasaka.
Hinanai Tenshi has escaped the Grasp of Chaos in Heaven. She will arrive the next time the Kusanagi is used. It is now soul-bound to Kanako, so it cannot be seperated from her by normal means.
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The drunken Oni stumbled slowly towards the Palace, the huge, menacing black palace. It's not really a palace now that you think of it. It's more like... A mansion. It actually looks quite western. Away from the sounds and the partying, there only is silence in the vicinity of the area. The palace just stands there with it's obsidian walls, solemnly looking at the town further out. To be honest, it's like a haunted, abandoned mansion. A haunted, abandoned mansion that has still retained it's splendor even throughout the ages.
Yuugi brings her fist down on the obsidian door, making it echo with noise. Shaking and almost breaking under the Oni's tremendous strength. After the first series of knocks by Yuugi, there was no response. The black gate was right about to crash down too. Yuugi raised her fist once more, sake bowl in her other hand. Not even a drop was spilled in her drunken state. As her fist came closer and closer towards the door, Orin finally stepped forward and stopped her.
"I'll do it." Orin says in between sighs.
After a few gentle knocks, the large, decorated black doors opened. There stood an agitated, short, pink-haired girl. Satori.
(SHORT, I KNOW. Since like, everyone can control NPCs.)
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"You want to leave? Okay. Let's leave." Wiggle takes to the air, flying off even before Mystia could open her mouth. She's stuck with Vante. Again. Wiggle hovers slightly above a treetop, looking down at Mystia and Vante. She seems amused that they haven't flown up yet. Maybe it's because she forgot that humans can't fly.
"...Do I have to carry you again?" Mystia almost facepalmed.
"...I guess?"
Mystia takes to the air, flapping her wings to lift herself just slightly above the ground, sighing to herself. She gestures with her hands to get Vante to stand right under her. However, with just that first step Vante takes, the earth quakes. At that moment, a snarl is heard from his right. Vante spins around, energy flaring in his hands, allowing for just a throw to conjure out his scythe.
But what greeted him was not Chaos. It was not black, it was not a horrible, meshed up piece of octopuses. The bronze giant stares down impassively, his body wrapped in a gold toga. A huge, oddly-shaped sword is sheathed across his back; the blade almost looks like the broken shard of some larger construction. Vante reaches forward, his hand trying to grasp what seems to be the face of the giant. All it meets is air and nothingness - His hand passes right through, Mystia stares at Vante, slightly amused, slightly irritated.
"The hell are you doing?"
"C-Can't you see it? That... That thing!"
"I know it's late. Now come on, let's go rest somewhere."
"...But! Look at it... It..."
The giant's eyes glow a bright yellow light. Vante begins to stagger towards the light, intoxicated by it's glaring charm of some sort. His hand reaches out once more, attempting to grab the giant's face. His scythe rips itself into existence into his left hand. It begins to glow with the exact same light the eyes of the giant are illuminating. The runes on the scythe slowly begin to get filled with energy, as if someone turned on an invisible tap and let gold flow into the scythe. Vante's armor too, begins to materialize on him. It glows and grows on his body, as if it was a living parasite.
And then, his body cracks. The parts of his body still visible and not covered by his armor begin to crack. His face, his hands. Cracks form on them, pouring out the gold light that Mystia could finally see. Wiggle flees behind the nearby tree, while the sparrow reaches out and shouts for Vante...
In a flash of gold light, time itself accelerates, before finally coming to a stop. A different, white light glows from the skies above. It's... Morning? Vante looks around, before falling to his knees, breathing air for once in around a minute. He looks at his hands, cracked, golden, as if his skin was the metal itself. His armor now resembles molten rocks, but instead of random cracks, it has runes etched all across it, glowing gold. His scythe in hand, now has no blade. It's more of a staff. Vante picks it from the ground and pushes it against the rocky floor, pulling himself up. A bright red burst of energy shoots out from the Scythe's end. It's curved, and wicked. The scythe's blade is now made of energy.
Back in the distance, Wiggle emerges from the trees, shocked that it's morning. And even more stunned by the scene that had just happened.
Mokou almost glares at the duo on the ground.
