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  1. On the outskirts of Strider City, a lone woman leaned casually against the frame of a wooden post. The odd thing was, however, that the wooden post belonged some feet away as it had previously been used to hold up the Traveler Restaurant's rafters. Now it was instead being used as a makeshift spear, a broken branch so often used to stick a pig. Except what it poked out of wasn't a stick. It was a man. A drunk man at that. The sight of his belt buckle being undone and pants unzipped as if he'd been sure of his score tonight was in stark contrast to the pure terror that filled his eyes and contorted his expression. The wooden post was gutting him. Stabbed in his midsection, just to the right of his spine. Lilith had half a mind to kill the man right there. There was just something about drunk men and their consistent inability to determine whether or not she'd be an easy target that never failed to annoy her. Any dimwit with have a brain could feel the intense power that rolled off her, power that originated from each of the three continents in mass quantities. But not drunken men. Or drunken women for that matter, though Lilith found herself in situations like these with women much less. There was just something about the fact that they were male and drunk and in the middle of no where that incentive them to try forcing their will on her. On Her. It was so ridiculous it was nearly funny. She almost laughed. Almost. And, yet, she resisted the urge. Not out of kindness or pity for the mortal insect that had stirred her wrath, but because she'd recruited a healer for today. She doubted the healer had any intention in becoming one of her Paragons, but something had told her a healer would come in handy during this trip. With the Soul Stone Lilith could do much and control life in general, but healing others had always been a skill that alluded her. Especially in physical wounds. She tended to do more harm than anything else, even when she bothered to try doing otherwise. Lilith didn't spare another look at the stabbed man nor did she care to watch the life drain from his eyes; there was no pleasure in killing him. It had simply been something necessary. Obstacles needed to be removed. With a small tuck, she pulled back a few loose strands of light brown hair behind an ear and walked into restaurant. @Song Sprite
  2. The Imperial City though what had seemed to steady from it’s growing dynasty calmed to a quiet nation of residence for Genesaris. However, it’s people were at a constant strive to ascend their martial prowess year long. After Tsukimi events for the recruitment of students seeking to learn the ways of the Rising Sun each Moon was given briefings to complete once their basic three-months finished as further hands-on-training, (various scrolls containing missions assigned by the Ookami) grouped into packs of three according skill/individual talents supervised by a Senior Full Moon or Ookami elite. Mikazuki, Ozu, and Akira were one anticipated of greatness as they’d become a trio essentially working as a unit to achieve excellence. Students fresh from the Dojo received the lowest D-level consisting of odd jobs such as farming, babysitting, assisting the elderly in Jigoku. The highest ranking mission was the S-level assigned strictly to the elite students and other Ookami clansmen to carry out VIP assassination's for the Province, to transporting highly classified documents across the region to and fro proper ranking officials. New Moon disciples were challenged with understanding the concepts of their own true self, awakening their Aura through meditation, while eagerly learning to control their unique life energies over the span of three months. In the first and only known exercise of this phase, students were to place their hands in front of their chest and imagine forming a ball between them every day for five hours a day for sixty consecutive days. This exercise was intended to develop the ability to feel one's own aura, to grasp an awareness of the life energy circulating their internal meridian systems, essentially produced by their one mass and focus. Then, only truly able to sense and perceive the leakage from these pressure points escaping the body and feel it's presence without being aware of it's existence. Students should have been somewhat capable of maintaining their auras temporarily both defensively and offensive with basic Kuji-in handseals in their instructed lessons. Time had pass a course of maybe a month since the unexpected forfeit in the Feast of Blades tournament. The Soke's word inviting Arthur to the Dojo for a rematch waited to see itself be answered. While having finally touched down home soils again Kenshi dedicated to his own practices in his temple the last few weeks, secluding himself from the rest of the world whilst training, consisting of push-ups and situps of almost five thousand daily. Meditation for the mind of the spiritual warrior was a countless ritual in his unwavering state of Mushin for the mind, soul and body. Having the eye of a heart and the mind of a god. No mindness meant one was not fixed or occupied by thought or emotion, thus allowing oneself to be open to everything. When the eye of the heart is blinded by egoism, vanity, jealousy, money and ignorance, one's true path can never be found. There is an absence of discursive thought and judgment, free to act and react towards an opponent without hesitation or disturbance from such thoughts. At this point, a person relies not on what they think should be the next move, but what is their trained natural reaction (or instinct) or what is felt intuitively. It is not a state of relaxed, near-sleepfulness, however. The mind could be said to be working at a very high speed, but with no intention, plan or direction. It was this philosophy instilled by teachers of the ascetic mountains that drove Hinode no Gakko and it's pupils to the peak of their fighting abilities. Exercising day in and out to sustain one's mushin was key to every Swordslayer, Shugenja, every Wolf of Jigoku. Kenshi honed this mentality, his entire life's working at a time ago was solely to improve, to become the greatest, to reach nirvana in his pilgrimage. However, this was a life long journey for the Ookami hanyo. Kenshi stood smaller in build an ectomorphic up-close and even with age of nearly 200 odd years, his countenance remained very youthful. Stepping towards the sixty New Moons scheduled to gather in the grassy fields, the peachy sun kissed the earth radiantly across the Imperial City. Without the company of artic wolves this new day, donning himself in the carmine red and black Akatsukizikiyo summer robes of the Okami. The blind wolf gazed briefly at the twenty groups before his presence gauging their auras from the distance for the slightest of change and growth from those whom improved at the top of their class, while others were taking baby steps towards progression. Raven tendrils cascaded down the back in abundance with all the shorter hairs falling across the face as bangs. In particular, his dilated bereft of sight orbs concentrated on the adolescent pups his nephew and younger Cousin in company with the hopeful Akira. Deciphering from nearing into the plains with his acute sense of smell, the familiar approach of each one of their auras willingly expressive as they'd no clue he was observing them they remained composed and steady in their reading. As he’d come to discover the progresses of their individual training on a separate occasion from the last three months the confidence amongst them, how they've matured and disciplined he'd perceive it with his blindsight. Stopping short before them gracing them with his excellence, his lips parted kindly and his oriental eyes squinted. "You've all grown quite adept over the course of your training, haven't you? Furthermore, seems that your aura has much to express." @Twitterpated@Hani
  3. Between Koji's own ability to sense the supernatural, and his colleagues of similar qualities, something they had never yet experienced in their time spent on Genesaran soil was the infamous Magestorms the region had to offer. He had heard stories, and had known them to happen on the continent since his arrival, though for a great season they were spared from the storms effect. The storm coming was said to be a strong one, it was reported that this specific type of Magestorm was referred to as The Weakening. Thanks to it's projected path of travel, the storm was predicted to last over the New Union Frontier (The Midlands) nearly twice as long as it's neighbors. The Weakening being a storm that weakens anything in the nature of the arcane, it only made sense for Koji to evacuate his family. With one, possibly two of his wives expecting, his two beautiful children, and his beloved Empress, their departure for the next couple of months only made sense. Lest the storm pass over sooner than anticipated. Preparations had been made to facilitate the transition, in which he left his Imperial City of the capable hands of his Seer, his Imperial Advisor, and the General of his Military. @Akako Akari @Mag? @Etched in Stone (Shuyi, Dove, and Kenshinobu) Over the weeks that had passed since the Empress' coronation, the sites of the Datsuzoku brand had been busy at work fortifying structures and bolstering defenses for the storm to come. While the storm wasn't worrisome, the threat of invasion was far too great. The arcane forces of the Imperial Army and the Lurid Inquisition would find themselves in a weaker state during the storm, in which they would be left to hibernate in shifts to bide their energy. The hybids, humans, and some undead were to be the driving force of defenses while the Imperial family was away. Outside of Jigoku and Union City respectively, the bases and smaller towns and villages worked together to supply all with approximately just what they needed to survive the storm if things went too awry. As for the communities still hosting Trees of Evil and the abominations that flocked to them, they were left to stand on their own with what little population remained drawn to each respectively, the other creatures migrating away from the storm just as the Emperor was. The first tell-tell sign he should temporarily relocate was the sudden migration of the gore crows that had been breeding throughout the region. Koji wasn't quite ready to reveal the monsters breeding in his lands, though nature even in this sense could not be stopped. Whatever scourge and chaos spread to the surrounding nations was inevitably wrought, he would just have to hope that the creatures could return in the wake of the storm without witness or question; Or, that they had all been dispatched or otherwise prevented from returning in the first place. Regardless, more would come to replace the lost, and more would come in general. The final task before leaving for Nehalen was the placement of TENNO in Genesaran airspace. The weaponized satellite shifted in the orbit of Valucre, positioning itself over Genesaris. Over Jigoku as a middle point to be exact. Should cause for concern arise in his absence, this tool could be used as a defense as well as to send a message to anyone foolish enough to try and invade them during a weak moment in existence. Koji himself would've been foolish enough to stay if it hadn't have been for events in his history that bothered him to this day. So long as he was at his best, and surrounded by those he loved, he had no worries of survival. While the mysterious Nana was still uncertain on his mind, Koji too chose to bring her along. His words had with Shuyi weighed heavily on him, in which he would have to harshly consider them before passing ultimate judgement. Perhaps by the time he returned, his mind would be made up.
  4. A handful of weeks had passed since Samson delivered the Mori armband to Ankou and Lilith broke Samael, turning the young boy from something with potential to something dangerous. With her goals more than accomplished in Terrenus, Lilith put the continent behind her. Perhaps to return one day, perhaps not. The winds of power would take her wherever they beckoned. In those weeks various rumors had spread through the Cult of Power's Genesaris branch like a hungry fire, deftly alerting Lilith to the discovery of a Genesar Cornerstone. To her knowledge, as well as those of the Lunar Daughters' swirling in her thoughts, the Cornerstones had been lost for ages. Not that Lilith was particularly interested in most of the Cornerstones- they held abilities far removed from her own, even those that came close being not necessarily worth the effort with Terrenus held similar artifact but were much closer. That, however, all changed when whispers of the Soul Cornerstone reached her ears. After generations the stone was once again said to have appeared, this time in the Bloodstone Marshes. The Soul Stone not only aligned with her personal capabilities, but would prove a powerful addition to Zengi's gauntlet. Together the two would prove to be a power beyond anything Valucre has seen too date. Displaying a lazy grin, Lilith knocked against the side of her Ghostship and a landing board expanded out of seeming nothingness. With the soft clatter of her boots on the solidifying ghost wood, the powerful Terrenus necromancer disembarked onto the northern coastal of Genesaris. Though she hadn't particularly forced any of the Paragons to accompany her, those that had would be following her exit so that the Ghostship could vanish once again. Patiently waiting for Lilith's summoning. Glancing down at the three figures who awaited her, Lilith gave a rare faint smile in their direction. One Paragon, Mercury, one servant of Ankou, Samson, and a new member, Cerin. The new member, though Lilith thought of her already as a Paragon, had yet to undergo the initiation and was not marked. That would swiftly be changed. "Hiya, Commander," Mercury shrieked, rushing to Lilith. The little vampire tried to bow but her momentum carried her forward despite the attempt, rolling her straight into Lilith's legs. "Hello Mercury," the red-eyed Commander drawled. "I see you are still... you." The vampire gave a giggle as she straightened back up and went to go hug, or try to hug, Ankou. In the meanwhile Lilith turned to Cerin. "Mercury has spoken very highly of you in her letters, Cerin. What do you hope to gain from joining us?" @AngryCacti @danzilla3 @vielle @Thotification @Chappu @King @Tyler @Veloci-Rapture
  5. Today was the day, the Grand opening of the finest Martial Arts school in Genesaris. Hundreds if not thousands gathered around Hinode no Gakko, though only a fraction of that percentage were actually permitted entry into the Dojo gates. Those whom were not granted passage still had the luxury of viewing the opening ceremony via telecommunications and video screenings, installed throughout the nations of Jigoku and Ooxora. Easily the school occupied five hundred persons including staff and personnel, yet the Dynasty’s population was considerably much larger than that and could not house every individual that wished to view such a monumental event. Those who were fortunate watched and sat in the stands outdoors awaiting the entrance of the Moon Students and their Soke Grand Master, Kenshibobu Momoku. While their Shihan had other duties amongst the Okami to fulfill, he did not attend and was pardoned because of his service. The day couldn’t have been any more beautiful with the sun peaking out just a little past noon, shinning bright, blessing the people of Jigoku and it’s Shungenja Swordslayers for the gathering. Vendors of all sorts set up small booths along the perimeter of the dojo grounds, rice cakes, sake, clothes, souvenirs - you name it and it was there. The crowd waited in desperate anticipation, fathers cheered and hooted for their children those who were accepted and appointed as New Moon students. Others cried out of joy in support of them, while a majority of Moon students ascended into higher ranks - graduating into Half Moons, Full Moons and even the amongst the elite ranks of honorary Akatsukizukuyo. All should have been present at this time. Clan leaders and representatives, the Shogun yet primarily, the Emperor and Empress themselves. The People cheered and chanted further, roared and clapped out of excitement. For once, they stood unified as an entire Nation whether differences amongst them had been settled or not.... it was like they put everything aside to support this day. Personal grudges, the hatred for others. While they fought hard and against each other in work, devotions, and dedications for favoritism of the Emperor. Today, truly drew them even closer as brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers, friends and family. Differences, quickly went out the window and the event had only unified them more. Nearly an hour passed before Yokai taiko drummers broke the anticipating desperation in commencement of the ceremony. What began in single slow beats, a basic low toned 1-2 rhythm, gradually increased in volume and pace exciting the audience even more as they conversed with their neighbors. From the great entrance doors of the dojo three drummers presented themselves slowly marching into the outdoors side-by-side in formation. Fireworks made from lurid powders designed by no other than the Hiwatori clan set ablaze shortly after, skyrocketing into the air combusting into bright colors and glimmering lights. The people could not believe their own amazements as they watched and spectated from the benches. A lone drummer sounded the horn hanging from a cord around his neck which in turn, signaled students to head towards the training ground from indoors. The first group to been recognized and called to the proving grounds were the New Moons. One by one they walked forth starting with their most honorary first, finishing with the newer prospects at the end of each respective class. Ozu Moromichi had been Team Captain over the New Moons, excelling in his studies at top of his class in only six months from his enrollment. He walked as a natural leader pacing each step between in bare feet, enough confidence impressed even the ground beneath his soles - the people of the Nation would think this teenage boy studied honorably under the teachings of his second cousin the Soke himself. Those would assume this young man held a high esteem and pride for the Okami clan and Dynasty his ichizoku served was falsely claimed. Honestly, he only cared about exceeding his father’s strength that one day he’d be able to kill the scum of a man. His iridescent clear blue eyes scanned over every possible face present in search of his father. While this was suppose to be a time of celebration and happiness, he didn’t feel as so. His internal systems raged to boiling, oh he would have challenged his father to a death battle here and now, in front of all these people to display he was the only true heir of the Satsujinken style. At the cost of his own life would he risk it. The Shihan Lord Shiroyasha never failed him, his only child in fact, he always failed him; failing to encourage his studies with his cousin Soke Kenshinobu. Though he didn’t seek out any appraisal from the man, as he glanced further at the many faces from Jigoku he realized in his own fruition how much consideration they took of his service, more than gratefully. The sixteen year old Shugenja stopped abruptly in the center of the training ground, one hand spread its fingers flatly upwards while the other pressed against the first in a closed fist. Standing completely erect with only the heels from his feet touching, Ozu commenced a deep bow and pushed with him forth his hands outwardly towards the crowded audience. While the other New Moons were making way to the outdoors Ozu took this time to show off one of his fancied tricks, not that he was showboating. Rather, he was displaying just what exactly the school itself had to offer and this was a good time to release some of his stresses from he day in general. He raised a foot straight to the air swiftly, to the sky his entire leg lifted a total 180 degrees. With that, his back arched just enough to maintain his grounding while he pushed forth and upwardly on the planted foot. Applying a small amount of Yoki to the soles of his feet, his circulatory system charging just enough throughout his 361 tenketsu before releasing in a exhibition of slight prowess. Ozu went airborne performing a backwards somersault as his leading foot ignited into a burst of searing crimson flames. The crowd did not believe their eyes in witnessing this yet, as he went flipping an entire 360 degrees they had no choice, but to except the fact this young man executed a flaming reverse somersault kick almost flawlessly. In his extreme confidence, he lifted the following leg from the rear as it too bursted into crimson flames before he landed back on both legs in the position prior to his trajectory. Ozu completed another bow in the same manner as the crowd uplifted in roar and utter satisfaction. This was Ozu Moromichi, the future of Hinode no Gakko if he only desired to be so. Yet, the death of his father by his own hands was most desirable than heading the Dojo as Shihan or leading the Okami clan as warlord. They would remember this day, the people and they would remember his face, the son of the White Devil Shiroyasha. @Twitterpated@The Rabbit Emperor@Hani@ShogiJesus @Aleksei @vielle
  6. Immediately following the completion and the hype of the Empress' coronation, a young woman appeared mysteriously. This of course happening just after the vengeful spirit of the late Empress paid them a visit to wreak havoc if only for a brief moment. The young woman came with her eyes and feet bound, and she refused to speak, or to make just about any sound for that matter. The Emperor has done little more than visually observe her, though the fact that she was marked with the number seven, and the way in which she was marked was indicative of the original plans for how they would mark their concubines, a choice that was never invoked upon the harem prior to Kimi's early departure from this world. The only thing he was certain he didn't regret in her passing was the fact that he kept his promise to her. Though Akako was alive and presumably well even now, there was no mistaking that he they had killed her. Penance had been delivered as it had been promised. What was more, Kimi was alive to witness her own vengeance. In which of course they conceived their heir in the entrails of the then slaughtered Yokai Queen. The simple occurrence of the number seven, and even now roughly two years later having never officially met the final concubine since the harem was formed, was enough to pique Koji's interest. Even though it had been nearly a year since Kimi's death, he wanted to believe this woman was but another gift that lavished upon him in her wake. "Bring me the girl, summon Shuyi immediately, and inform the Empress that I require her company once the Prince has been put down." With Katiya now filling the shoes of Kimi once wore, it was only right that she was present to observe and even differ to when he was unclear of his thoughts. If Nana could or would not speak, and he refused to express his own abilities upon her, then Shuyi would figure out the necessities he lacked for deciding first the authenticity of this young woman, and then as to if he was willing to accept her or not. His family and himself had been through so much. They've bonded in way he had never imagined he would care for another life. For a new face to suddenly join them was nearly a ludicrous thought in his mind without truly considering it. He never wanted a harem in the first place, and though he had learned to love this one, he consistently failed to replace a lost wife on his roster. With one delivering herself to him, he wasn't yet sure how to handle the situation. His thoughts fell to the Kodo in his lack of knowing what he wanted, in which it was announced in the beginning that those capable of completing the trials would be crowned as concubines, admitted into the sister wife lifestyle and charged with baring the Emperor's legacy. He had broken his Kodo before, for Katiya. More than once at that. If it was what he wanted, would he dare to do it again? @Dreamer @Akako Akari
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