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Continuing from here
IC
Two weeks had passed. Two weeks since their last meeting. A encounter that ended up on a fight between two parties. On one side, two ancients that called themselves brothers. On the other, two humans, hailing from different countries, but allied due to the circumstances. The end result, was a pathetic loss for the human side. It had been labeled human side, but Kazuki's true nature was something foggy to say the least. He was certainly human, at least, part of him, was. But there was something else lurking inside. He had shown traits commonly associated with Ancients. Mainly eating souls, even key aspects of specific Courts. On the other hand, he also had shown abilities that even Suna, an Ancient Lord of the Earth Court, had never seen before. Was he a being with a duality of mankind and ancient? Or mankind and some death entity? Perhaps he was both man, ancient and death. Who knew? The Overlord certainly did not. And thus why he had reached some kind of understanding with Shiori. Weeks ago, they had closed a deal. The Silvery Haired Man was going to join Suna's travels as she searched for living Ancients, in return, the former Takahashi would help the White Wolf, figure out who he really was. That was the deal. But given their recent encounter, there was no assurance it was still on.
Reaper had told Suna to meet him at Godsfall and it was there, the resting place of countless Ancients, that he waited her. Just like usual, Shiori would notice the Sennin's presence long before she could actual see him. The air's temperature would steadily decrease the closer she got to him. The wind serene, barely a breeze, but a certain characteristic howling would eventually reach her ears. All shadows, of which there were not many, would become livelier. But eventually she would see him. He was different since last time. A leap in power perhaps? Or was it all due to a different appearance. Kazuki sat in a throne made of ebony wood. His body was fully covered in a steel armor set, aptly decorated with a skull motif. His eyes seemed to glow in the distance, glowing purple. His left hand gripped a sword, Frostmourne. A black bladed weapon with a black leathered hilt. The ground around him was littered with moving zombies, that seemed to wander around with no apparent purpose. He sat there silently, patiently waiting for her.
[MFT - 411]
Continuing from here
IC
Two weeks had passed. Two weeks since their last meeting. A encounter that ended up on a fight between two parties. On one side, two ancients that called themselves brothers. On the other, two humans, hailing from different countries, but allied due to the circumstances. The end result, was a pathetic loss for the human side. It had been labeled human side, but Kazuki's true nature was something foggy to say the least. He was certainly human, at least, part of him, was. But there was something else lurking inside. He had shown traits commonly associated with Ancients. Mainly eating souls, even key aspects of specific Courts. On the other hand, he also had shown abilities that even Suna, an Ancient Lord of the Earth Court, had never seen before. Was he a being with a duality of mankind and ancient? Or mankind and some death entity? Perhaps he was both man, ancient and death. Who knew? The Overlord certainly did not. And thus why he had reached some kind of understanding with Shiori. Weeks ago, they had closed a deal. The Silvery Haired Man was going to join Suna's travels as she searched for living Ancients, in return, the former Takahashi would help the White Wolf, figure out who he really was. That was the deal. But given their recent encounter, there was no assurance it was still on.
Reaper had told Suna to meet him at Godsfall and it was there, the resting place of countless Ancients, that he waited her. Just like usual, Shiori would notice the Sennin's presence long before she could actual see him. The air's temperature would steadily decrease the closer she got to him. The wind serene, barely a breeze, but a certain characteristic howling would eventually reach her ears. All shadows, of which there were not many, would become livelier. But eventually she would see him. He was different since last time. A leap in power perhaps? Or was it all due to a different appearance. Kazuki sat in a throne made of ebony wood. His body was fully covered in a steel armor set, aptly decorated with a skull motif. His eyes seemed to glow in the distance, glowing purple. His left hand gripped a sword, Frostmourne. A black bladed weapon with a black leathered hilt. The ground around him was littered with moving zombies, that seemed to wander around with no apparent purpose. He sat there silently, patiently waiting for her.
[MFT - 411]