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I apologise for the lack of updates. Real life shit just caught up to me and I feel like I got swallowed into a stampede of rampaging elephants. I will also not be updating for the next three months as I will have an overseas internship in USA from mid-March to mid-June. I will only be able to write when I'm free, which I do not foresee much of. I'm really sorry and I beg for your understanding.
Where we last left off:
"Although we can announce Team MÄR's victory now, for the fighting rights of the participants, we will continue on with the battle." Seems like Pozun managed to gather himself together rather quickly. "Now, it's time for the final round of this match!"
"Best of luck, Alviss." I wished him sincerely. "Don't die, okay?"
"I won't." He acknowledged as he strode towards his opponent.
I could only smile wryly at his quiet confidence as I remembered a time when Günther was still pottering around, teaching me many things about this amazing new world.
"The final battle of this round between Alviss and Rolan…" Pozun announced. "Start!"
Near immediately, Alviss took threw the first punch and activated his signature ÄRM, the Thirteen Totem Pole. Gigantic totems rose up from the ground, approaching the Rolan at high speeds.
"Iyaaan!" Rolan squealed, dodging the first totem in a very feminine manner.
"Iyaaan..?" Alviss looked repulsed while the rest of us, including those on the side of the Chess Pieces had our jaws dropped.
"Noooo!" He shrieked while dodging more totems. "Kyaaa!"
Soon enough, all thirteen totems were up and none of them hit the slippery eel of a knight. Alviss went on guard and began to observe Rolan cautiously, wondering what he would have up his sleeve.
"Don't be careless!" Allan yelled out. "Here it comes!"
"Now then… It's my turn." Rolan's smiling face turned serious. "Stone cube..."
The moment he uttered the ÄRM's name, the various pieces of rock and rubble littering across the battlefield floated up and melded themselves into cubes. A strong wave of magical power emanated by him sent the ash on the ground up as he concentrated on forming the cubes.
"Bounce." The knight commanded.
At once, the floating objects flew towards Alviss at alarming speeds, causing the teen to startle slightly before dodging with the best of his ability. As he avoided being crushed by the cubes, he leapt onto one, only for it to detonate within seconds. A ripple of worry was echoed throughout our team at the blood splattered from the explosion.
When the smoke finally cleared, the navy-haired teen was crouched on one knee, clutching at his shoulder where the injury was particularly severe.
"This is a nature ÄRM that uses explosive rocks." Alviss grunted out.
"Bingo!" Rolan gave another smile, nodding his head approvingly. "You got it right!"
Seconds later, it was the knight's turn to look surprised when he gazed at Alviss, or rather, his hand to be precise.
"You… You've accepted Phantom's baptism, right?" The light-haired male seemed astounded before rolling his sleeves up. "That means that we're of a kind."
Well, guess new drama material just made a dynamic entry into this round. Just when I thought that it would be relatively melodrama free, it sneaked up upon us like ninja.
Our team member – could we call him that even though he insists that he belongs to Cross Guard? – got agitated the moment he saw the same tattoo on his opponent's arm. He then burst into speech, providing details about the curse known as the Zombie Tattoo to some of us who have no clue what the heck that thing was.
Of course, Rolan didn't get it since he felt that it was a sign that he was recognised by Phantom, who was apparently his saviour who fed him and allowed him to stay together when his parents died and he had no worldly possessions left. Thus, he decided to follow Phantom and walk the same path as him. At least, that was what he explained after lobbing another dozen or maybe it was five dozens of explosive cubes at Alviss.
I totally blame Ren for this, but… He's an uke for Phantom. There, I said those cursed words! Now begone from my mind, the devilry known as yaoi!
That thought I had was reinforced by his words just a minute later.
"Even if he's just using me…" Rolan spread his arms wide. "As long as he needs me…"
Yep, totally gay and has hots for his boss.
His nature ÄRM glowed and this time, a snake made of molten lava erupted from the volcano instead of his usual stone cubes. The snake slammed into Alviss with great force, probably breaking a couple of bones as well as burning the lad. Once the navy-haired teen was on the ground, the snake opened its jaws and dove at Alviss without further ado, sending rubble and ash flying at the force of its impact.
"Alviss!" Ginta shouted at the top of his voice in horror and anxiety.
I merely stared on calmly, sensing that Alviss' magical energy was still present and hence, he was still alive and kicking.
I was proven correct the next moment since the lava snake cracked open due to the force of a totem pole piercing through it unforgivingly. The smart teen had used his ÄRM to take the attack for him within a split second. A round of applause for him, please. Still, his concentration would be in tatters from using it desperately and suddenly. He's already suffering from the effects of that. Combined with his injuries, well, it doesn't paint a pretty picture.
Allan urged him to surrender, since he's already reached his limits of concentration and mental energy.
"Do you want to declare surrender, Alviss?" Pozun asked, which was surprisingly kind of him.
It was likely due to the fact that he had the Zombie Tattoo as well. The big man wouldn't be happy if his little toy died just inches before the curse took over.
The teen remained silent and took a few stubborn steps forward, causing Ginta to yell at him for his stupidity. Babbo intervened on his behalf, citing that a man's ego and self-respect would not allow for Alviss to take it lying down and surrender, be it to a Chess Piece or to Ginta.
Well, what's your pride worth when you're dead?
"I… I don't wish to kill anyone, so please surrender, Alviss!" Rolan looked pained. "Or else, you'll be blown up."
Impressive of him to be able to use his nature ÄRM to form those stone cubes so silently.
I could see Alviss mumbling something before his ÄRM glowed once more. At nigh supersonic speeds, a totem pole sped up near Rolan, injuring his face.
Is this jealousy I sense, Alviss? You jealous that he has a prettier face than yours? …Please ignore my previous sentence and pretend that it didn't happen. I claim momentary insanity due to Ren.
"I surrender." Alviss smirked.
That troll.
"Currently, there is only a small gap between me and the knight class, of which I am very clear about." Said troll stated simply. "The only thing I'm lacking is my stamina when using magical energy. Once I solve that issue, I'll definitely get ahead of you."
"The winner is Rolan of the Chess Pieces!" Pozun declared happily before sending us back from whence we arrived from.
Before we were teleported away, I could see a wide smile splayed boldly on Rolan's face.
I sensed that the atmosphere was disgustingly tense the moment we arrived, probably due to that strong magical energy signature near the top of the castle. However, Ginta being the oblivious idiot he was, decided to yell out to our non-participating team members cheerfully about winning the battle.
"L-Look!" One particularly brave – or maybe I should say foolish– man levelled a trembling finger at the figure emanating immense magical energy. "H-He's alive! He revived!"
"Tom! It's Tom from Vestry!" The thick-headed blond teen was unable to read the atmosphere as usual. "How are you doing?"
"So that feeling at that time…" Babbo sounded troubled. "I see now…"
"What's wrong, Babbo?" Ginta asked, hopelessly clueless. "Hm?"
He only noticed that something was wrong when he finally saw that everyone was either tense or afraid.
"Ginta, you're so far off the mark that it's ridiculous." Allan sounded exasperated and agitated. "That man… He's the commander of the Chess Pieces, Phantom!"
Yet another dramatic reveal… Here I thought that I finally escaped from all that nonsense after Alviss' fight, but no… The world just has to hate me and throw more drama into my face.
Ginta immediately had a change in his attitude, becoming extremely aggressive and angry, even daring to demand the leader – who was the strongest of them all, I suppose – to not move so that he could fight him.
Such naivety… He's seen death and suffering yet he remains much like a child. I'd say it's a bad quality though others could argue that it was a good one. Whatever it was, I found myself slightly disillusioned by Ginta's response, though I couldn't understand why.
While I was contemplating, the world moved on without me. Phantom had apparently praised Rolan and I only snapped back to attention when I felt eleven magical energy signatures that were oozing with power, though somewhat less than Phantom's, appear right behind the ringleader of the Chess Pieces.
"Hello, Ginta." Phantom smiled before his expression twisted into something utter grotesque. "I hate this world, this world so rotten that I can't even stand it existing."
Why do all villains have to make a speech about their goals and stuff while introducing their subordinates? It's getting kind of irritating and boring, this clichéd set up. WHY ARE YOU GIVING INFORMATION THAT COULD POTENTIALLY CAUSE YOUR DOWNFALL TO YOUR ENEMIES?! I seriously wonder what these weirdoes are thinking…
"… All the people whom I've seen are all idiots, so I've decided to kill them all!" The white haired man ended his long, grandmother story, or so I thought.
He opened his mouth just a beat later, causing me to groan and beg internally for this guy to just stop yammering on and on and shut up already! Would it kill for me to have an enemy that isn't a damn blabbermouth or wants to tell his freaking life story?!
…Okay, so the psycho woman I fought earlier didn't tell me her entire backstory, but it didn't mean that she hadn't planned to. Case closed.
The clack of something like a marble hitting the cobbled ground reeled me out of my musings about villainy and drama, causing me to look up only to see the knights teleporting away with Phantom following shortly thereafter. A contemplative silence descended upon us, most of the people present pondering about the words of the enemy.
Pozun decided that it was a good time to cut in, never mind that he was interrupting the people's act of fearing for their futures, and announced that a day off was due after every three days of battle.
Huh… How surprisingly kind… I would've made them fight everyday so as to lower down their morale and power. But since the Chess Pieces were the ones getting defeated left and right nearly all the time, I guess the break was more for them than for us.
Most of the team rejoiced at finally getting some much deserved rest, but before the entire lot of us could go galvanising off to do whatever we wanted to, Ginta stopped us quickly. One version four Babbo later, Allan finally had his curse lifted while Alice's powers had no effect on Phantom's Zombie Tattoo, unfortunately.
I was about to take the opportunity to sneak off when a heavy hand clamped onto my shoulder, causing me to sag and sigh. Allan stared at me sternly, motioning for us to go somewhere private for the talk I was promised.
Grunting in annoyance, I followed the middle aged man to a secluded area. We stared at each other, him in wariness and I in utter boredom. The interrogation started mere seconds later, with him demanding for my name, birthplace and age, and so on.
"Jesus, you're longwinded." I mumbled under my breath, but the spasm of his eye told me that he heard it. "Look, I'll just let them answer for me. Get your asses here, Ren, Chase!"
There was a slight displacement of air before Ren appeared, landing gracefully on her paws. Meanwhile, Chase just crawled out from the shrubbery as regally as one could with leaves and twigs amidst his plush fur.
"A little warning would be great, dumbass." The irate nekomata sounded very displeased indeed.
"What he said." Ren shrugged before swivelling her head to look at Allan and I. "So what did you need us for, Shin-chan?"
"Well, I'm being questioned like a criminal about my information, so I need you guys to explain some of the things for me too." I replied nonchalantly.
Chase sputtered in anger while Ren heaved a sigh, both of them staring at Allan, one in outrage and the other in weariness.
"What the hell?! Why must we answer to this old fart?" The cat demon demanded, jabbing a rude paw at said old man.
"This old fart can hear what you're saying perfectly well." Allan gritted the words out with clenched fists. "This is why I hate cats…"
After almost coming to blows with Allan more than once, the information was finally handed over, albeit extremely reluctantly.
"So this is your real personality, huh?" Allan eyed me, amusement dancing in his eyes. "You make a pretty convincing girl if your true personality doesn't come out."
"Drop dead." I hissed out. "In fact, go jump off that cliff over there right now!"
"Too bad you don't have the ÄRM that allows you to do that." The middle aged man smirked at me smugly.
"Wait, there's an ÄRM like that out there?" My eyes narrowed in thought, scheming of ways to get information and the item itself.
"There probably is." Ren yawned, showing off her canines. "The world is vast after all."
"You can probably ask that witch." Chase gave a surprisingly useful input. "She's some ÄRM collector or some shit, right? She'll probably know about it. Then, we can torture him!"
"Hmm… I like the sound of that." I grinned happily. "Thanks for the info, old man!"
"Oh no you don't!" He tackled me to the floor, desperate to stop me from leaving. "You'll probably make me jump into a mountain of cats just to satisfy your sadistic desires!"
"I certainly didn't think of it until you mentioned it to me." I smirked. "Thanks again for the idea!"
"Shit! Stay down, you little..!" He shoved me back down, practically sitting on me while pinning my hands above me.
Let me tell you, he ain't the lightest feather in the damn pillow. In fact, he pretty much weighs a damn ton.
"Get off me, you fat oaf!" I struggled while laughing until tears came out at his comically affronted expression. "You're too damn heavy! Go on a diet!"
"You're going to stay here and not move!" He snarled at me. "I will not have you going off and…"
"Allan-san…" A disbelieving voice caught our attention.
We turned to see the rest of team MÄR there, along with Ren and Chase who looked exceedingly proud of themselves. It seemed that Allan suddenly realised our compromising position, not to mention the tears in my eyes and blush that painted a very, very wrong picture. Apparently, they heard what Allan had just said and somehow heard nothing else other than that. I'm guessing Ren or Chase had something to do with that.
He leapt off me immediately and I took the chance to sit up, rubbing at my wrists as I did so.
"H-How could you, Allan-san…" Alviss seemed beyond shocked, having gone white. "I-I never knew you were such a despicable person…"
"Y-You guys are misunderstanding this!" Boy, did he sound panicked.
"Shino-san, are you alright?!" Snow rushed over with a concerned Dorothy trailing at her heels.
"Y-Yeah, I'm f-fine…" I stuttered on purpose, hiding my smile by pretending to wipe my tears away when Allan glared at me.
"Old man…" Ginta looked both pissed and betrayed. "I…"
"What the hell are you doing to our Shino?!" Nanashi looked ready to tear Allan a new one. "How dare you touch her before me!"
Oh thank the gods I can't die from laughter…
"Allan-san… You know, I thought you were cool." Jack looked so utterly disappointed. "I guess I was wrong."
"Thankfully Ren and Chase came to get us before something really bad happened." Alviss nodded at the two preening demons before helping me up.
The two female members of the team flanked me and shot icy stares of disappointed looks at the extremely alarmed Cross Guard member as we left the forest.
"Wait, I can explain..!" Those words were the last of what I've heard from Allan for the next few days…
Well, at least that's what I'd like to think since he never approached me alone ever again after that incident.
The rest of the day went by in near painful awkwardness, with the males treating me like glass while the girls were overprotective of me, practically growling at any and all males who came within a radius of one metre of me.
Note to self, hash out the details and plans with Ren and Chase before executing them.
Still, the only better thing that happened that day was what occurred shortly after I was 'rescued' by my team, and that was entering the training gate again. Despite Dorothy and Nanashi's protests, they were still sent in while Snow was prohibited from training due to what happened at the field just a couple of hours ago.
Apparently we would meet our most difficult opponent yet, but I still see no one. Chase and Ren decided not to participate with me, not that I was complaining. They did have better things to do than getting trapped in a pocket dimension with me, such as get me new clothes and an ÄRM, as promised earlier this morning. As I was deep in thought, my shadow began to writhe before burgeoning out and solidifying into what was essentially another copy of me without any features or colours.
"Well, that's new." I remarked, observing the strange thing before me. "Naruto rip off much?"
"This is what the training will be about." Gaira's voice boomed. "The opponent that you'll be facing is yourself that was created by the Nature ÄRM: Shadowman. Although they may be mere shadows, they have the exact same abilities and magical power as the original."
"Hmm… Whatever." I wordlessly whipped out Tessen, grinning madly when my shadowy opponent did the same. "Time to test out this baby!"
"You'll have to defeat your counterparts while raising your magical power at the same time." Gaira ordered. "However, if your magical power increases, so will that of the shadow's."
"Most interesting…" I rolled my shoulders. "But less talk, more fighting!"
The two of us charged with surprising synchrony, matching blow for blow. We separated briefly before bounding towards each other, practically mirroring the other's moves as steel met steel and the clashing between metal rang in our ears. Unexpectedly, the shadow withdrew and summoned Quetzalcoatl, the guardian ÄRM letting loose a vicious roar before diving at me.
"If that's how you want to play it." A feral snarl escaped me as I too, called upon the guardian.
"You have such… unique experiences, human." The Aztec god stated in amusement before diving at his counterpart.
While the aerial battle between the two ÄRM took place, a staring match ensued between us, splitting our concentrations. Simultaneously, we both returned Quetzalcoatl to whip out Tessen and sent wind blades at each other. Fortunately, the wind blades didn't cancel each other out. Unfortunately, I was the one that was banged up the most.
Thanking the gods that I had chanced upon Asclepius, I healed myself as we circled around on the cobblestones of the tattered ruins, prowling about for weaknesses. It wasn't long before both of us started going at each other once more at an unknown signal, the only thing differentiating us besides colours was my almost maniacal grin.
I knew that I had issues with fighting, that I get addicted to the adrenaline rush related to that. I was an adrenaline junkie who couldn't go cold turkey from his addiction. The frequent fights with the delinquents back on Earth certainly helped quell my urges, as did the War Games going on now, but sometimes, it was just never enough, especially when all you're craving for is a long, difficult battle that would last at least for an hour where every single hit made you feel so alive, as if nothing else mattered.
If I had been born in MÄR Heaven, I would probably been from some strange berserker bloodline and joined the either side of the conflict, whichever one provided me with the most chances of fighting. Gods, was I twisted. I didn't want anyone to know how screwed up I am, so this has always been my special little secret. Perhaps I didn't hide it too well, but we all know some people go a little loopy during battles due to the adrenaline high, so I could still excuse myself with that.
I feel guilty about not telling Ren and Chase about my slight… problem, shall we say, but then again, they never did ask about it specifically.
I returned my full focus back to my bout with the shadow, grunting as he increased the size of Tessen and used it as a baseball bat, trying to overpower me with his strength. I could practically feel my elbows creaking as I tried to hold off his attack before an idea popped up in my mind.
I quickly slipped out of range, causing the shadow to accidentally slam into the ground full force with the enlarged ÄRM. Quick as a whip, I sent wind blades at my copy, sending him flying and crashing into a pillar. I eyed my opponent warily as he slowly got up. When his Tessen glowed, I knew I was in deep shit for the move that I created with that was pretty hard to deflect or even dodge.
"You piece of shit…" A vein throbbed at my temple as Tessen glowed in my hands as well. "I hate trying to counter that shitty move."
"Kamaitachi!" I swung the battle fan at the same time as my doppelganger.
Good news: They cancelled out each other. Thank the gods for this miracle because I certainly didn't want to be sliced to pieces by an anthropomorphic weasel. Bad news: The effect of that sent by both of us crashing through the ruins, sending smoke and rubble flying everywhere.
I panted slightly as I got up from what was once an abandoned building of stone, only to see my shadow do the exact same.
"I hate you, you little bastard." I told my dark clone. "I think the feeling is mutual between us, honestly."
We went at each other's throats again in a series of short skirmishes, pausing in between to rest and catch our breath.
"It's a good thing you need rest too or I'd be dead." I stated to no one in particular, wondering if I was going mad.
The first sign of insanity is usually when one begins to talk to oneself, or so they say.
The rest of the sixty days passed by in a similar fashion, albeit in increasing difficulty due to the similar magical power quotient shit that's shared with the shadows. While it was not that hard of a task – again, Günther is a very special sadist, because he must've been twice as sadistic as any plain old sadist I've seen – I was glad to be summoned out of the damn gate because talking to myself was getting old very, very fast.
I glanced around and was rather happy to note that everyone's magical power had risen, including mine. Allan's shocked face was an awesome bonus.
"We're back!" Ginta yelled enthusiastically.
"Ladies and gentlemen, those sixty days were so difficult I thought I'd die." Jack twitched, perhaps due to trauma.
"Uwaa, long time no see, Ginta!" Dorothy glomped the unresisting boy.
"Hey! If it's hugging, I should get one too, Dorothy!" Nanashi grumbled childishly.
"Looks like Nanashi didn't change at all…" Alviss looked slightly amused.
Meanwhile, Jack was seething in comical jealousy as he watched Dorothy continue hugging Ginta. I sighed at their antics before stretching slightly, wondering where Chase and Ren are. Not a second later, they appeared in their human forms, strolling to me while earning many a curious stare.
"Shin-chan, you're back!" Ren tackled me, causing me to stumble slightly.
"Welcome back." Chase stated boredly, buffing his nails against his clothes.
"I'm back." I smiled as the warm feeling of something right gathered around my chest when I was around these two.
"We got you more clothes and one ÄRM!" The kitsune chattered excitedly, her green eyes gleaming. "Chase was no use at all! He got tired so quickly…"
"I'm not made for shopping, you she-demon." The nekomata groaned. "I'm never going shopping with a female again, ever."
I couldn't help but give a snort of laughter, causing the irritated cat demon to glare at me. I stared at him innocently, whistling slightly as I did so. Chase sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before staring up at the sky, as if asking 'why me?'.
"Here you are." Ren shoved a bundle of cloth into my arms. "Go change! I want to see how you look like in those!"
"Fine." I mumbled, heading into the castle.
I was thanking them inwardly for getting me new clothes since the ones I had on now were getting tattered and ashy due to the volcanic battleground I was in. The feelings of gratitude evaporated a mere second later when I saw the full outfit.
"What the fuck, Ren?!" I yelled, utterly incensed. "What's with this slutty outfit you got me?!"
"I think you'll look good in it!" She chimed back happily. "I bought it with you in mind!"
"How the hell does this… this perversity suit me?!" I held up what seemed to a suit that was ninety percent sheer – for women, no less – gingerly, as if it was biohazardous. "There isn't any cloth covering skin, only the important bits and barely at that!"
There was the sound of a loud thump, causing me to jump slightly.
"What happened outside there?" I demanded.
"Nanashi overheard you and fainted with a nosebleed." Ren replied cheerfully. "See, now you have a new way of knocking people out!"
"If this is your idea of a joke, it's not appreciated." My eyebrow twitched spastically. "Either give me the real ones or get new ones!"
Kitsune and their pranks…
"Poo, you're no fun." I could practically see her pout even behind closed doors. "Fine, then. I'll send Chase in with the proper ones."
"Thank the gods." I sighed.
It turned out to be similar to the clothes I was wearing, just made out of different material. Shrugging my shoulders, I went out and decided to take the rest of the day off to play around with the ÄRM that Ren and Chase got me.
"So this ÄRM is a Guardian ÄRM that has a secondary ability of curse-breaking?" I inspected the bracelet. "Not bad."
"Of course." Ren puffed up. "Oh, and the guardian will get stronger if your bond deepens."
I raised an eyebrow at that and stared at the bracelet with even greater curiosity. That sounds pretty interesting. But then again, Guardian ÄRMs are sentient so it would make sense for them to get more powerful if they like you more so that they can protect you or some jazz like that.
Well then, let's try this thing out.
"Guardian ÄRM: Valkyrie." I intoned and watched the ÄRM glow.
The white light began to take the shape of a woman with wings carrying a shield and a sword. When the brightness finally faded away, cold ice blue eyes bored into my own cerulean orbs.
"What hast thou call'd me f'r, filthy human?" She demanded.
Well, we're certainly off to a good start…
"To get to know you, actually, since I'll be summoning you from now on." I stared at her. "But I see that this won't be necessary anymore."
"Thou, summon me?" She sneered. "Nev'r!"
"Well, that's fine." I shrugged, causing her to gape in shock. "Chase, Ren. Return the ÄRM to wherever you found it. I don't want to summon guardians that don't want to be summoned."
"You sure?" Chase raised an eyebrow. "It's pretty hard to find such a good one."
"Yeah, it's fine." I shrugged. "I don't need any unwilling ÄRMs."
"W-Wait!" The female figure stopped me hastily. "I chang'd mine mind! I declare thou a suitable summoner!"
"That was fast." Ren commented.
"Well, it's good to have you on board?" I replied, utterly confused by the strangeness that was guardian ÄRMs.
"Thou shouldst be grateful f'r receiving mine divine aid." The Valkyrie sniffed at me. "Stupid mortal."
"What is your name, O' Great One?" I couldn't help rolling my eyes.
"Very well, I shall enlighten thou with mine great name." She continued on, not noticing my sarcasm. "I am Hjörþrimul, The Sword Warrioress."
"Nice to meet you too." I snorted.
"'tis nay pleasure of mine." She grunted back, clearly irritated. "Clepe f'r me only when ye are in dire straits."
The guardian reformed back into its accessorised form, landing square onto my palm none too gently. I sighed and put on the ÄRM that contained the very opinionated guardian before wondering what to do next.
The settling of Chase and Ren near me convinced me that a nap was in order as their silky smooth coats lulled me to sleep on the lush undergrowth of the forest. I never did see a figure eyeing me with interest, nor the nervous twitching of my friends' sharp ears and as their instincts roared for them to move, run and never look back.
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