Whisper
Callista Miralni
Chapter Two: Oversoul
He was powerful and he could easily become the Shaman King.
Asakura Hao admired Anna for her cold strength, her unwavering confidence, her precocious mind and her dazzling beauty.
But just like everything else in the Asakura household, Anna was off-limits, lest he be punished by his obaa-sama, Kino the Itako.
The girl reeked of power, and she knew it.
"You are too young," Anna told him once, "For I still have a left hand."
Then she slapped him, the first time in one thousand years. Naturally, Opacho was appalled and kept cursing 'that demon girl who has no respect for Hao-sama' but Hao simply smiled and said nothing.
When he had stolen his brother's soul, Hao had watched her cradle her beloved's lifeless body and wear his trademark orange headphones.
He had watched the itako try to conquer him for his sake. Hao had enjoyed crushing Anna to pieces, but at the same time, he felt as if his soul was being torn in two as well.
It didn't matter anymore. Kyoyama Anna had slipped right through his fingers and into the fearful half of his naive, smiling twin.
Many others would have called Anna a rose, but not Hao.
To him, she was a cherry blossom, its beauty showing for only a short time, then fading away into a strong, cool, resilient tree.
It then hit Asakura Hao, twice-reincarnated, most fearful, omyoji shaman like a ton of bricks.
No matter how powerful his oversoul, how many his followers, how great his furyoku, Asakura Hao had lost...
... against the resilient cherry tree and the laughing wind.