Clothing of the Asterisk
The fire crystal had been cleansed of that malicious monster and the lava starting to calm itself once more. The continent that was ruled by mountains, canyons, wastelands and fissures was beginning to revert back to its original state before the crystal's demise. Another calamity had once again been avoided. Now the four of them were to head to Eternia where the Earth Crystal lay.
The enemy had been trounced and defeated on all battlefields and peace had been achieved, not just for the rugged lands but for Edea herself. A meeting with her old master, Kamiizumi, had taken place, followed swiftly by a long and difficult battle with the Swordmaster. His strength was unmatched and his speed unsurpassed, yet the four of them had triumphed in the end. Edea and Kamiizumi had their few last words together before the enemy fell limb for all of time. The asterisk of the Swordmaster now rested with them.
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Tiz smiled with confidence, perhaps too much for his position.
It made him happy and proud topple yet another foe in their journey to purge the crystals from evil. He knew that they were growing stronger day by day; it showed easily too. Now they pressed forward to the north continent where the Earth Crystal rested...along with the entirety of the Eternian forces, the duchy too.
The young man sighed as he continued to fidget and mess with his clothing, trying to put each part into its rightful position. How Kamiizumi could fight while wearing such robes was beyond him. It was simply everywhere, from his shoulders to his wrists and to his feet. He liked it though. Yes indeed, he did like it; it was unique and different...it was elegant and eternally flowing like a gentle stream of water illuminated by the vivid green that emeralds were well known for. It made him feel quite special to be garbed in such attire from a distant land. He had made up his mind on staying dressed like this; it was just too nice to pass up.
Anges and Edea would be sure to like it too...maybe he could even enter in Florem's festival. Why, if Anges were to wear such a splendid article of clothing, Ringabell would surely never look away.
I wouldn't blame him...this kind of sexy is right up my alley...oh yeah, watch out world...
Tiz gave his outfit one last tug in all the right places, or so he had hoped, making sure it was perfectly positioned, before turning around and exiting the fitting room of the Sage's home. Even the sage himself could not makes clothing this beautiful.
"Why Tiz," Said Ringabel.
"Huh?" Tiz looked at his male companion who seemed to be almost blushing.
"You're looking sexy today."