Hey everyone. If the title hasn't given it away, this is indeed the remake of The Last Yukami, and will be both more developed than the original. For those who have just read this and haven't seen the original, i am sorry to say that I have removed it from Fanfiction, only to have the content used more efficiently. with well over 20 chapters for the original, i can both recreate the story while making the new chapters afterward.

I am currently working on a commission, and until i finish that, i won't post anything besides this chapter. But i will try to get it going before the end of this week.

That being said, enjoy.

Prologue.

The glass shatters as I fall from the surface of the water, I can only watch the light of the sun fade from my sight and the world above burn. I am scared. I am cold. I can see your eyes as they scream for me to reach you, as you scream for me to be okay. I throw my hand to you as I sink, but I know it is over for me. I know everything I have worked for everything that I have lost was in vain. I have failed them. I have failed you.

I see him peel you from the edge of the cliff, and my mind I see you scream for me, fighting and kicking them from taking you. From leaving me. I feel the cold around take my sight for a second.

Then I hear the anger.

I see the red, I smell the blood, I taste their fear and hear them screaming for sanctuary from me. The cold that surrounds me turns into flames and my anger coats my thoughts.

Get away from her.

The arm I thought to reach with raises up to the surface once more, clenching into a fist.

Get away from her.

I clench my teeth ass I feel the world I thought lost turns to blood and ruin

Get away from her

My arm gone from being severe returns to me as something wicked, as something vicious and inhuman

GET AWAY FROM HER

I scream to the top of my lungs in anger, eyes bursting open as I cannot contain my rage.

They took them from me.

they took all of it from me.

You will not take her.

GET

AWAY

FROM

HER

Suddenly my body rises back to the sun, but I see red. I don't want to stop them. I don't want to convince them of their wrongs.

I don't want to save her.

I want to kill.

I want to kill all of them.

I am panting in mid-air, the surprised gazes of them all on me as I stalk back to the cliff. I can feel my newly grown arm forming claws, the blood from the wound running down the appendage and dripping to the floor. I don't see her or him. My anger wells hotter. One approaches me, prepared to cut me down.

I beat him to it.

I rend his arm off his body, before battering him with it, the blood splattering on my face as his is mutilated.

I pick up his blade, running to the onslaught of firearms and magic, shrugging away the burns, bolts and bullets like rain, before the blade in hand runs through the woman in the front. She screams as I came close, attempting to stab me before I stab her.

Now she bleeds, and I kept stabbing, taking pleasure in seeing her horror eyes from her organs being ripped.

the others are screaming for my death, I scream for theirs. The sound I make isn't human. It isn't even earthly. They are silent, shocked.

Scared.

One turns tail, he is next.

I nearly blink behind him, running my blade through the back of his neck and pulling away, a sickening gash halfway in his neck spurts blood like a fountain. I claw into his lifeless eyes, before slamming his head into the rock below until my knuckles are filled with brain matter and a splintered skull.

More bullets, louder screams of fear.

I run into them, one hitting my leg and chest, I feel nothing but anger as I punch through the man's chest with a fist, gripping his insides and ripping him in half.

The woman beside him screams in terror, throwing her gun to run. I grab her hair pulling her back before placing an open palm to her face as she screams. Her cries become of pain and horror as flames of blue erupt in my palm, her skin melting and her face burning horribly in my grip. She goes silent in seconds, falling limp to the ground, her face unrecognizable as the burns sear her features to a wrinkled and sizzling mess. I can smell their fear, both in their eyes and on them. The one on the far right just defecated.

Ten left, they shoot. No more magic.

I take the blade up once more and run through them in one motion, the waves of slices and cuts stopping their gunfire before they fall to the floor body parts breaking from the whole and heads and skin peeling from them brutally. Blood coats the rocks where water once eroded.

Two left. They flee in terror. The male tosses the woman at me. She begs to live, shakily stripping herself of her clothes to dissuade me with her body.

I grab her neck, choking the life out of her before her mouth foams and her neck snaps.

Then I squeeze more until her skin folds in and rips.

her head in on the floor where her body is in my hand. I toss it with a harsh speed at the fleeing male.

You will not take her.

His legs are broken by the impact of the limp body. I make my way slowly to his execution. I make my way to my execution.

You will not take her.

His arms are shattered, the bones cutting through his skin in splinters and blood coating his appendage as I ruthlessly stomp on the limb

YOU WILL NOT TAKE HER.

His eyes are gouged and his tongue ripped from his throat, voice muffled as he begins to choke on his own blood. His screams are mute to me. They have been since I saw him.

YOU WILL NOT TAKE HER

His head is punched in, blood blooming around his body.

YOU WILL NOT TAKE HER

His guts and organs are ripped from his insides, body far gone from the world.

YOU WILL NOT TAKE HER

I raise my head to the sky.

it is raining.

Are these tears?

My arm hurts. My arm is gone. My eye is gone.

She is gone.

I roar.

Darkness consumes me as water falls on me.

I growled lowly as I knelt in the bush close to the vacant red buff in my jungle. I could see super minions, empowered by the hand of Baron Nashor aura, stormed their way into the base. I knew I hadn't the proper damage to fully deal with them, and the last skirmish had me attempting to catch my breath. I felt a surge of stinging pain erupt from my leg, the deep gash from the swordsman's blade still bleeding and the pain resurfacing even after I drank the last half of my refilling potion. I still counted my blessings that I survived the situation, whereas our support's cold corpse still lies within the river, blood seeping into the water.

I knew it was a bad idea to jump in for it, but nooooooo. "You gotta steal it! We can win if you get me the buff! I can carry your gold five ass because I am platinum four!" a voice rang out in my head. My eyes narrowed as the enemy top laner and jungler passed by in lane behind the wave of minions, prepping their weapons for what would be the final fight of the match. I sighed as I awaited further for the true target of my kurai blade to make their appearance. Even you knew it was a bad idea.

Yes, and I do not have the slightest clue why you went along with it, summoner. I am glad you muted their communication link however. I replied as I restrained myself from leaping out, the mid laner and support walking by and within range of me. Doesn't really matter at this point, but now getting to the marksman will be painful, and I will likely die from it after I kill them.

What matters is that you get the Corki out of the fight regardless. Anivia and Fiora can handle the rest if you don't die before he does. Have you gotten visual anywhere on him?

Not yet, but with the other's already past, he shouldn't be far behind. He is likely coming down lane with his item set completed. I concluded, before the familiar horn of the vehicle the aerial marksman is known for.I inched forward in the brush I sat in, knowing the horn to be the addition of Corki's package. And he has that now…

Shit. Well I told the others about your situation. You focus on the Corki since he is the most damaging thing on their team-Shit! The summoner exclaimed. My eyes widened at the outburst of explosions and bright flash of lights from my base. I looked over to the base to see magic flying about the other side of the wall. Nautilus engaged Anivia under tower! You have to take out Lux now!

Don't need to tell me twice. I finished before summoning the shadowy essence within my body that served as my stealth. Within seconds, I was nearly invisible, before I rushed forward through the tree line back to the base. My eyes set squarely on the small light mage behind the team. She took notice of my absence, before she paled, looking all other directions besides to the ensuing chaos that was the team fight. Her team took note of the sudden ominous aura as well, backing out of the turret range and giving my team breathing room to encircle the mage, but it was not enough.

She's mine. I growled, before leaping outward with a mighty roar and dropping onto the mage. My blade met its mark cleanly, as I found her suddenly still and quiet with the edge embedded in her chest.

"An enemy has been slain" the announcer called. I closed my eyes as I knew that my task was done, and with nothing truly to free me from the incoming burst of damage from the enemy, especially within arm's length of the enemy Sion. All I felt was a unfathomable level of pain before everything went black.

"An ally has been slain." The announcer spoke out. Opening my eyes once more, I could see the fight continue, my vision completely black and white as my carcass currently laid atop the light mage with my head savagely crushed in and my body littered with gashes and bruises. Now it was three versus four in terms of fighting, and my team was being pressure far from our towers due to the monstrous tanks that moved to strike. I saw the first tower fall, then the next, before our Anivia flew forward and summoned a mighty storm of snow and ice within their ranks. Fiora dashed in behind nautilus, her rapier meeting its edge to the significantly squishier jungler Elise. Elise immediately threw a cocoon to her, but was countered with her Riposte. With her nullified for a moment, Fiora struck her hard, forcing the tanks to turn to her and fight.

Then the horn sounded.

"BOMBS AWAY!" Corki shouted as he jettisoned over the fight, shoving both Anivia and Fiora back and reaching our Caitlyn who just exited from base with full health. Her healthiness didn't last long however, as she was greeted with the full burst from the enemy Corki and fell to the floor lifeless in less than a second.

"An ally has been slain. An enemy is Dominating!" the announcer called. Anivia turned around to address the yordle pilot, but saw him dash over the nexus to the opposite end, shooting his rounds into the exterior. She flashed over and threw out her ice ball, but was surprised when he shot his flare at her and flashed past the attack to his weapon range. Anivia was met with a surge of damage, soon dropping to her egg passive and rendered inactive. Corki used this time of her weakness to continue his assault on the nexus.

Fiora attempted to intervene the yordle's resumed demolition of our nexus, but was pulled back by the mighty anchor of Nautilus and slammed away by the axe of Sion. I saw Sion raise his axe to finish her after she fell to the floor, when the familiar crackle of the Nexus breaking drew everyone's eyes, soon replaced by the familiar explosion of its complete destruction. I sighed, mimicking the same reaction from my summoner in my head.

"Defeat!" the announcer called, before I felt my essence begin to pull upward. I shut my eyes as I knew that teleporting both into and out of the rift was never pleasant to witness. Soon the pull was abruptly ended, and I opened my eyes to see my team standing across from me with somber expressions.

"That was rough…" I heard call from behind me. Looking back to the source, I saw our summoners stepping into the chambers, each addressing their own. "Even Anivia's summoner was hoping the Corki would continue attacking her so it could buy Leona time to spawn and held lock him down."

"It is indeed a shame that it occurred this way, but we never know victory or glory without defeat." I replied. "Good game, Summoner Jay."

The male pulled his hood off his head, returning a sympathetic and understanding smirk. "Good game, big guy."

Jay's POV

As I took off my hood and smiled to my champion, I couldn't help but feel sour at the defeat we went through. My best friend's Jain and Damian, both summoning Anivia and Fiora respectively, were able to make a lead within the game virtually on their own. I spent more time assisting our bot lane since the summoner for Caitlyn was constantly complaining that I was doing nothing productive. My assistance got Rengar even with the enemy jungler, but every time he moved to top side to either assist Fiora or clear his camps, the enemy Corki somehow catches two kills. By the time Fiora destroyed the first tower, Corki had seven kills, with his Trinity Force completed. From there they relentlessly snowballed their lead, consistently killing Caitlyn and Leona with two or three of their team and rushing their towers.

My mental recap of the game was interrupted by my closest friend Damian placing his palm on my shoulder. "That Corki got so lucky too many times. But next game I will be on dat ass like white on rice." He said. I chuckled dryly, knowing what borderline deranged antics he was possibly concocting on the next poor summoner whom chose the marksman. "And Nautilus would not get off me! Bruh that was annoying, like get the fuck off I am trying to kill ya boy!"

"Soooo I'm headin' to the next chamber for a do over, and the trains about to leave…" Jain called from behind us, drawing our attention. "Ya'll coming with?"

"Hell yeah, this time I might take Kayn for a roll." I replied, stepping forward to move ahead. Just as I pulled out my summoner orb to see if there were any chambers being set up for matches, it went from its calming turquoise glow to a vibrantly flashing red. "What the…?"

Waving my hand over the orb, it stopped glowing before displaying a message to me. "Ionian Summoner Jayren Raiyu, "The Last Yukami", you have been summoned to the Tribunal chambers immediately by grand summoner Thaddeus."

"Wait, what the hells? Why am I being summoned? What did I do wrong?" I protested, hoping the call from my orb would provide the answer.

"Well when you left, that guy who was playing Caitlyn reported you for griefing." Damian explained.

"What the fuck! I didn't grief! Hell I was the most sportsman-like player that game!" I returned.

"I was sportsman-like!" Damian protested. I deadpanned at him, along with Jain.

"D, spamming your laugh and mastery rank every time you get a kill isn't sportsman-like." Jain stated dryly.

"Look, just cause I caught his hand in his pants tryna dive me with the bitch ass Elise to fail, then showing them why I am good, don't mean I'm not sportsman-like."

"You repeatedly spammed your rank. Under their tower. After all-chatting, 'outplayed'." I deadpanned.

"…and your point is?" he returned, earning a groan from the both of us.

"Regardless to the fuck shit that is Damian," Jain spoke up. "I am going to the next game. You coming?" he asked me.

"Can't. Gotta see what the fuck I am in trouble for." I replied. He nodded before whipping out his orb and picking a lobby for a mid laner. Not saying anything else, he teleported out the room in a flash of blue.

"Imma go get something to eat. He can have his." Damian motioned, pulling out his own orb and waving over it a few times. "Hit me up when you get out, and tell me if you banned or not." He finished before waving one last time, being coated in the same blue glow Jain had when he left. With both my friends gone, I looked back to my orb and sighed.

"What the nine hells would they want…just cause I saw the ganks to be poor doesn't make me viable for ban, man…" I groaned to myself. Selecting the Tribunal Chamber's entrance, I waved over the selection to port, and felt the rush of magic lift my own essence up. Closing my eyes, I let the magic take its course and teleport me. Within seconds the sensation of being lifted dropped, and opening my eyes I saw the obliquely large doors of the Tribunal before me. On the right side of the door was the receptionist desk, with yet another friend of mine looking through something on her orb. Only a few summoners and staff moved about these parts of the institute, considering the Tribunal made all cases as confidential and discreet as possible with the numerous sound barriers and the fact that the only people outside the doors that can physically open them is Malphite and Galio.

"Yo, Missy!" I called as I began walking up to the doors. The summoner behind the desk looked up from her orb and saw me, her eyes widening for a second in surprise.

"Jay? What are you doing here?" she asked me. I looked to her in confusion, as I knew any reports to summoners were issued by her from the Tribunal summoners. "And I told you to stop calling me Missy. It's Misa."

"What do you mean what am I doing here, Missy? I got reported and was summoned here. Didn't you send the call out?" I asked, placing my arms on the desk and leaning over to her. She glared at me for ignoring her second statement entirely, to which I merely smirked.

"I haven't gotten any reports from the grand summoners about you. You say you got a report from us?" she asked, eyebrows raised as she scrolled through something on her summoner orb.

I nodded before pulling out my orb and replaying the summoning message from before. She looked to the orb like a foreign object for a second, before her eyes widened. "That's grand summoner Nairada. That's not me."

I widened my eyes, feeling my stomach drop as I knew from experience when a Tribunal summoner sends out a message directly, it is beyond serious. "I swear, the guy was toxic and he didn't even help me take dragon. I can't get banned like this!" I said in panic.

"Calm down, Jay. For all we know they could have found something out about your eye." She stated. I instinctively raised my hand to my right eye, recalling the strange way it was in comparison to literally everyone else. The image of the red iris that had what seemed like a cross etched in black from the center came to thought. Since I was a child, I had this weird looking eye, and it never provided an answer to what it was or why I had it. Nor did it give me anything special besides an icebreaker question for people who saw me without my eyepatch, which became more frequent recently as I stopped truly caring.

"I pray to the gods that is the case. I'm already low on influence points since I was on a losing streak. I can't afford to get banned from my games because of some bullshit report." I groaned before moving over to the huge stone double doors. Without making any motion or sounds, the door rumbled loudly at my presence, before slowly opening out to me. The inside was relatively dark, save for the lights on the seven altars and within the center. Looking to the lone figure standing in the center spotlight, I could easily distinguish the person as a female, but I couldn't tell who it was. "Who else came in?"

"I saw the Enlightened One come just a few minutes earlier. Maybe it's something between you and her that the Tribunal has summoned you for?" Misa stated. I gulped.

"I swear, I didn't do it…" I mumbled to myself. I stepped through the threshold of the double doors, petrified at whatever a champion, let alone the representative of Ionia within the league, would have against me. As I stared forward, I felt my right eye twitch slightly, a dull throb emanating as I looked forward.

"Summoner Jayren, we have been expecting you." A deep booming voice resounded as the doors of the Tribunal closed behind me. I jumped up slightly as I was unfamiliar to the harsh ambience and reverberance of the room.

"I…uhh…I am here." I replied, continuing my movement to the center of the room. The figure standing in the center turned to me, and I could see now the truth in Misa's words. The Duchess of Ionia, Karma, was currently looking dead at me. Her expression was calm and stoic, which scared me further than the knowledge that I was here for something that involved her. "Is there a particular reason why I am here, grand summoners?"

"I do not believe you are here to ask questions," another more demanding tone erupted. There was a snarky undertone that some "You will answer us, not the other way around."

As I finally stepped into the light of the center of the room, I stood beside Karma and looked up to the tall altars that the Tribunal summoners stood upon. "Are you aware of the reason why we have summoned you?"

"No, I do not…" I replied. Legitimately walked in asking why I was here to begin with but okay…

"You are here to assist the Enlightened One in clarifying some leads she had addressed us." A female voice resounded. Their voice was calming, but had the edge of authority behind it that forced me to stand at attention slightly. "These leads pertain strictly to your right eye, whom you have explained previously to be just odd in appearance."

I looked over to Karma, who in turn looked to me. The moment our eyes met, my right eye pulsed hard, like a strong throb from a migraine but without the painful part. I blinked hard, before turning away from her gaze and placing my hand over my eye.

"Come now, summoner. I understand she is quite beautiful, but you must adhere to the instructions we have given you." Another female voice called, this one much softer and sweeter in tone. Like a mother or loving older sister. "Let the Duchess properly examine your eye."

"To hells with this banter." Another male erupted, his much more demanding and slightly deeper than the first. "This boy is the cause to several champions' ill conditions within recent weeks. Every champion, including Karma, can attest to this! I say we lock him away before he has the ability to do something that will endanger the institute!"

At this I looked up to the summoners, paling at the accusation. "Wait what!? No I haven't done anything wrong!"

"That is to be determined with the investigaton to your eye, summoner. If what the Enlightened One has explained to us is true, then we will be forced to take action." The first male spoke. "We are under the impression that your involvement with the incapacitation of the Enlightened One, the Bestial Huntress, the Frost Archer, the Pridestalker and the Grand Duelist stems from your contact using your right eye. If this bodes true, we will discipline you accordingly for endangering the lives of champions."

Listening to this made me almost shit myself. I couldn't fathom myself being the sole reason behind the champions somehow getting hurt. I had no clue what my eye did, nor did I expect things to turn out this way. If I wasn't awestruck by the sudden shift, I would likely be in tears. Instead, my only action was to sigh and pinch my brow, attempting to alleviate the sudden rapid throbbing near my right eye and the surplus of stress.

I heard several gasps as I looked down, and prayed that there was no other reason to make this moment any more painful than it had already turned out to be. "You dare cast a spell within the Tribunal chambers!?" the deeper voice called. I opened my eyes wide, before sharply looking up to see the hooded summoners standing from their seats. Looking over to karma, she was taking a step away from me. I began to panic as I frantically looked everywhere.

"WAIT NO! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! I HAVEN'T CAST ANY SPELL!" I shouted, throwing my arms up in surrender.

"To hell with your pacifistic investigations, Thaddeus! I will tolerate your dangerous activities no longer!" the male shouted, before I saw him jump over his alter place and nearly blink before me in the center of the room. "Ignite!"

"Xenoro, stop!" the middle grand summoner, one whom I could assume was Thaddeus, exclaimed.

All I saw was the grand summoner's right fist engulfed in flame heading towards me before everything went slow. In that moment I felt the air fall still, and the sounds of the room silence themselves. Then there was the harsh throb of my right eye, before it felt like it turned in its socket to the left.

With unrealistic speed, my left hand shot up before the flame covered fist came close, gripping the grand summoner's arm and pushing it slightly to the side. My head moved no more than an inch to the right, before everything went in normal speed and the enflamed fist flew past my head. I could feel the heat of the fire in front of me, beside me and behind me. I saw his shocked expression, almost certain I garnered the same look from everyone else, including myself. What was…?

I had no room to debate or confirm as the grand summoner's left fist moved just as fast as his right. My body threw itself backward without my conscious thought, and a uppercut sailed past my chin upward. My right and left hands moved to spin my body completely, and by the time I realized it, I had spun out of a back-hand swipe and a low kick. My left eye was getting dizzy as I saw the world move at regular speeds, unable to keep up with the fast and fierce swings of the grand summoner. My right eye however was beating like my heart, and each pulse it made forced my body to move.

"Stop moving you little-!" I heard him shout as he sent a straight kick to me with his right leg. My right hand moved fast and pushed me to the left, just besides the outstretched limb. It moved up and pressed my palm into the grand summoner's chest, before a unexpectedly large surge of mana pumped from within my wrist and into my palm. The pulse pooled in the center, before exploding in a force strong enough to blow back the grand summoner into the altar he was at previously.

"Grand summoner Xenoro! Cease your assault immediately!" Grand summoner Thaddeus ordered.

"This low ranked whelp retaliated from detainment by his superior! I will proceed as I see fit!" Xenoro called, standing to his feet. He glared at me with deathly intent, and looking closer, I could see his left eye slightly glow. "And I see that your body will be comfortable six feet under!"

AS he sprinted towards me, I raised my hands to signal my surrender, but the moment he was a few feet before me, his right arm pulled back with a fist coiled in purple lightning, my body once again responded without my conscious will. I felt my legs move forward, my body lean in and my right hand move forward. As his fist flew forward, my palm slid beside it and inched it to the right further, allowing me deep into his personal circle. My hand, while still touching his forearm, slid under his bicep near his armpit, before a feeling akin to an explosive tremor erupted from my chest to my arm. My hand glowed an intense red, before turning white and black for but a second. My palm pushed up like it was opening a door against his arm, and my eyes widened at the result.

I literally pushed off the grand summoner's right arm near his shoulder, the limp ripping from his joint and clothes and flying upward into the air. There was a ghostly silence for all but a second, before he erupted in a wail of pain, falling back onto his rear and reaching for the stub of his missing arm. Blood began to erupt and stain his purple robes.

"MY ARM!" Xenoro screamed. I could feel my eyes attempt to pop out the sockets at what I was looking at, as it was even harder for me to fathom what just occurred. I lost the ability to breathe as I looked over to Karma to see her looking back at me, stunned and speechless.

"Wait-" I began, but I caught ear to movement from above, and looking back saw three more grand summoners leaping down from their altars towards me, all cloaked in the bluish aura of the spell ghost. Their hoods fell off their heads from their speed, and I could distinguish them as a male and two females. I felt my color drain as I realized that I may have started a war with the institute.

Then my eye throbbed again, this time painfully, and I felt the rest of my body fade from my control before my conscious went black.

Minutes before…

Karma POV

I walked into the tribunal chambers, surprised at their unexpected summons of me after the match I had finished. I can only assume it has something to do with the Summoner Jayren with the unnatural right eye, considering this was the third time any official from the Institute called onto me for understanding. Looking onward to the six individuals seated on altars shadowing me, I stood in the center of the room and looked up to Grand Summoner Thaddeus.

"Karma. The Enlightened One and Duchess of Ionia. I am certain you know why it is that we summoned you into this room." He boomed. Looking up to him, I nodded.

"It regards the Summoner Jayren and his right eye, if I am correct?" I replied.

"Indeed. You understand the severity of the situation then?" I only stared back and nodded. I knew what the eye was linked to, but was uncertain if it showed truth to the original theory.

"I do not have full certainty that the Summoner's eye is that of legend, but from scanning through ancient scrolls, I have come to the conclusion that it is similar." I began. "The original had seven points, and a smaller circle within the iris, where his is only at the edge and has four points. But from what our scans have shown, his eye has the same magical essence and potency as exactly four-sevenths of the original."

"The question is, do we have to detain him? Because our reports indicate his presence with the recent incapacitations, including yours." Xenoro inquired. I felt uneasy about locking away an innocent youth because of an unfortunate burden he was given upon birth. I knew, however, that he was a dangerous liability if left alone.

"He is still uncertain to that power, thus unable to utilize it for anything dangerous, save what we observed with the Champions who fainted." Grand Summoner Zanna commented. "From what he has told us, it just appears to be a weird looking birthmark to him."

"He might have been feigning ignorance to hide the truth behind the eye, and his actual intentions on joining the league." Xenoro interjected. "I say we restrain him before he can become a threat."

"While your theory and solution are viable, Xenoro, I fear unjustly and sudden detention will bring about ill harbored feelings from the Summoner, as well as those he is acquainted to."

"Excuse me Summoners." I called, garnering the attention of the room. "If you are uncertain to the potential threat or benefit of the Summoner, then might I suggest that I keep watch of him?"

"And how, pray tell, do you plan to keep an eye for anything suspicious from him?" Grand Summoner Renzo inquired. "It isn't like you are his bound Champion." I had to look at the Summoner with an expression reading "are you stupid?".

"You are want to bind yourself to the Summoner? Outside the day of binding?! How obsurd!" Xenoro roared, slamming his hands onto his altar.

"No one has ever been bound to a Champion like this. It goes against the customary rules and traditions that is the binding process." Renzo called. Hearing two of the Grand Summoners feel so poorly to the idea made me uncomfortable.

"Actually… that could work…" Thaddeus called.

"Thaddeus! You can't seriously be taking this ridiculous idea into consideration!" Xenoro responded.

"No…I am not considering it." Xenoro smiled.

"Then it is settled. We will lock the-"

"It is to be done." Thaddeus declared, cutting off Xenoro. "When Summoner Jayren walks into the chambers and explains himself, we shall bind him to Champion Karma. All in favor?" All but Renzo and Xenoro raised their hand in approval. "Then it is settled."

"What?! This is ludicrous! There is no possible way a mere silver ranked Summoner can be bound to a Champion! The process on its own requires the magical link of a platinum rank at minimum!" Xenoro roared once more.

"And has he not proven to be an exception with that eye you deem so dangerous, Xenoro?" Nairada countered. "If I remember correctly, you were the one to explain that the Summoner has something to do with the incidents. Shouldn't we keep an eye on him through the Duchess? Especially if she agrees to it?" Xenoro went quiet, but his expression of anger still lingered. Something about him doesn't feel right. He has an unbalanced mind and soul.

"Speaking of the Summoner, here he is." Zanna spoke. I looked back to see the stone door open slightly, the Summoner peeking into the room.

"Summoner Jayren. We have been expecting you."

/

I couldn't believe my eyes. The Summoner not only pushed and evaded the Grand Summoner Xenoro's attacks off like a fly on his shoulder, but just as easily removed the Grand Summoner's arm from him. The blood spurting from the removed appendage was pooling on the floor, his wails of pain filling the large room and reverberating off the empty space. I could see in my peripheral vision the other Summoner's jumping into action almost as fast as the young summoner did.

Almost.

There it was again. His eye blinked in light as he looked to me before the cross in his iris turned ninety degrees to the left, his expression nearly transforming at the blink of an eye to one of seriousness and anger. And then he was a blur. I could faintly see the Summoner brushing past the first attack from Summoner Renzo, his right fist sparkling with electricity whizzing through air as it passed his head. He lifted his left hand up only a few inches off the Grand Summoner's back, and pressing down, shoved him into a misstep, the Renzo falling onto his chest.

Then came the second strike from Summoner Nairada, a returning left pivot kick with enough visual strength to remove a person's head from their shoulders. Yukami crouched forward only a few inches, and the kick cut off a few strands of hair off the back of his head. His arm flew forward with such speed, it didn't register to my eyes where his hand was until I saw his fist clutch at her robes. With a quick tug, Nairada was pulled to him, and with his other hand, the summoner pressed into her abdomen with his palm, effectively crushing her stomach and pushing her back. She let out a huff of air, her eyes filled with shock and pain.

The final attack from Grand Summoner Zanna was a strong right uppercut that flowed right behind Nairada's absence. The sudden strike would hit him dead in the jaw without fail. He couldn't dodge the strike, as his recovery from pushing Nairada back would hinder his movement. But his hand moved so fast in response to her threat. It immediately gripped the strike into his palm, the force of the punch sending a strong gust of energy past his hand, indicating that it was intended to kill him if it landed on his jaw.

The Summoner's expression was one of calm now, as he looked into Grand Summoner Zanna's eyes. She looked at his with astonishment and back to her own fist. I assume she was just as surprised at the fact that he held her attack like it was a ball.

Looking back to the Summoner, his eye flashed once more before it turned ninety degrees to the left. Zanna flinched slightly as she peered into his eye, and within seconds was slumped down with her eyes closed, unconscious. The Summoner released her fist, her body dropping to the ground, and looked to me.

Renzo jumped from underneath his point, before twirling himself to sweep kick him down. Just as he did with Xenoro, the summoner merely leapt into the air and dodged it with a spin. The difference this time was the sudden burst of air that exploded from his right leg that changed his spinning trajectory into a front flip, where his heel was raised above his head. Renzo had no time to counter the sudden shift, and he was met with a tennis shoe to the skull. The momentum sent his head into the floor, and his body slumped as he fell unconscious from impact.

"Enhancement!" Nairada shouted out from further away as she sprinted to the summoner. "Ghost Flash!" her body glowed blue then yellow before a white aura wrapped around her body. in that instant of her next step, she nearly disappeared into thin air. I hear a strong collision, and looking back to the summoner, saw Nairada's strike meeting the guard of the summoner from the opposite direction of her original placement. She pulled away from her strike, only to disappear once more. The young summoner lowered his arms before rasing his left leg. His robes lifted themselves from the pressure of a nearly invisible strike. He outstretched his leg once the blow was made, before twisting himself around once. To my astionishment, his foot made contact with the near invisible grand summoner, indication from her cry of pain and her white aura fading as she was pulled to a halt in mid air. She flipped forward as she was effectively clotheslined, skidding on her back before the summoner.

Nairada flipped to her fours, prepared to strike again at the young male, but was met with him kneeling before her with a stoic expression. Her eyes went wide as he raised his right hand up, and a small barrier formed in his palm in her direction. She growled as she stomped her foot down to leap strike at him.

"You're going down!" she screamed as she pulled her right fist back for an overhead strike. The young summoner merely raised his outstretched arm to her stomach and expanded the barrier further. The moment her torso was close enough, the barrier erupted in power, causing a force wave that quite literally sent the grand summoner flying into her altar. She hit the stone bottom hard and fell to the floor where she staggered to stand once more but fell to her front, unconscious.

It was then that I had enough of watching, and I raised my hands to fire an Inner Flame. The shot flew fast to his body, but he merely stood up and swatted the strike. The energy was broken on impact for my attack. I wasted not a second to contemplate the fact that my attack was destroyed, sending blast after blast of it at him. He either dodged or swatted the attacks effortlessly, and it was when I felt myself low on mana at my eighth blast that I stopped. I was panting as I had forced myself to use my spells against him, whereas he hadn't broken a sweat and turned to glare at me.

He stepped over the unconscious Zanna towards me, his body growing closer and closer. I raised my hands once more, this time letting my full spirit energy envelope my body. the idols that typically hovered behind me manifested themselves along with my spirit disc. "Sae Elisa Teirna Vi!"

Before I could fire the empowered blast, Grand Summoner Thaddeus stood in front of me, arms crossed. "So this is the full extent of that power…" he mumbled.

"GRAND SUMMONER! MOVE OUT THE WAY BEFORE HE CAN HARM YOU AS WELL!" Sixtenza shouted from the side of Xenoro. Thaddeus didn't budge.

"He won't fight me," Thaddeus replied with a wide smile. "Because he only responds in self-defense."

I looked at the Grand Summoner with shock, before I heard the voice of the Summoner.

"HOLYFUCKINGWHATTHESHITNO!" he shouted, his face contorted to fear and panic. "I'M SO SORRY! I DIDN'T DO ANY OF THAT! I'M SORRY!"

"Summoner Jayren." Thaddeus' voice boomed like thunder, the walls themselves shaking to the depth of his voice. The Summoner immediately went silent as he looked to Thaddeus. "Walk with me. You too, Enlightened One." Thaddeus uncrossed his arms and moved to the tribunal doors. I looked to the Summoner to see his response, only to see him look back at me, confused. "Now."

With the boom of his voice, the Summoner jumped up and nearly sprinted to catch up to the Grand Summoner. I lowered my hands and dispelled my blast, letting my idols and spirit disc fade into the aether I kept them within. All I could think about was the complete flip in personality from the summoner, and then the decimation he instilled with four of the strongest summoners within the league with ease.

What in the spirits was that?