CHAPTER 7-PROGRESS & RITES
Deep in his underground laboratory, surrounded by an array of interconnected glass beakers, vials, and tubes heated by small magical sources of flame on a large table, the Elder Lich whom had sworn his service to Madara worked. Lottus Javyn Dale Franklin kept his gaze upon a clear glass bowl filled with a purple colored fluid as he poured the contents into a waste-bin that was alight with magical blue flame.
The flames greedily consumed the liquid until it evaporated into nothing, and the fires had continued to burn brightly despite the liquid being poured upon it. That was until Lottus' right hand waved over it with flashing yellow magic circles as he chanted a single word...
"[Extinguish]"
In that instant the flames disappeared, leaving only an audible crackling and sizzling sound as Lottus spoke in a decidedly resentful tone.
"Cheh! Another failure. Will I ever be free from this parody of a body?!"
While his master was away to investigate the destruction of one of his clones, Lottus was his continuing experiments to return himself to a living, human body. This was not his first attempt. There had been others, and so far they had all ended in failure. As he then walked over to another nearby table, Lottus' body seemed to tremble for a moment, before he then lost all control, and roared in frustration.
"GODS DAMN IT!"
The Elder Lich slammed his bony fists upon the oak table multiple times, breaking it in half with the fourth strike. As he stood over the broken remains, Lottus spoke aloud as he felt his disturbed emotions being suppressed. This elicited an echoing, haunted growl as he spoke once again in a venomous tone.
"I barely remember what it's like... The feeling of the warm glow of the sun on my skin. The touch of another's hand. The rush of blood in one's veins as anger takes them. The sensation of joy... So much taken away, and my only hope to regain it all has been gone for over 3 hours. Even his 'clone' hath disappeared without word or warning. What shall I do if..."
Lottus halted his speech abruptly as he forced his thoughts away from what seemed the worst case scenario. He didn't want to believe such a thing was possible, and resolved to continue his work to both distract and focus himself as he turned around to the main table in the room. But then...
*BOOM!*
Just then a thunderous sound shook the entire underground compound, and continued to produce tremors that reverberated throughout. Lottus felt a heavy and oppressive force bear down on him as this happened, and all at once the realization to the cause struck his mind like a thunderbolt.
"Milord Madara!"
Just as he shouted his master's name in what could have been described as relieved elation, he ran full speed to where he knew the source of the tremors were coming from. It took no time at all for him to reach the "training chamber" where he had previously assisted Madara in magical absorption experiments. When he did he froze in place at what he saw.
Madara was standing tall as he was wreathed in orange colored energy, and wore a fantastic suit of red and black armor unfamiliar to him. However, his senses were quick to pick up on the fact this his master's new equipment were magical items, and that they were several orders of magnitude greater than the one he previously donned. The lich was awed by the sight as his attention was then drawn to a pair of swords on his master's back.
On his first glance, the swords looked like ceremonial pieces. However, upon closer inspection, the arcane enchantments they bore became all too apparent to him. The blades possessed a dark, golden yellow-green glow that exuded energy that, for a brief moment, made his undead body shiver. They had the shape of rather slender long swords, that were perfect for both stabbing, cutting, and slashing.
Lottus found himself unable to identify the type of metal the blades were made from, as they were finer than anything he had seen. Finer than even adamantite, which would have been a shock to the average individual, since common knowledge held it as the pinnacle of metals. Although, Lottus himself always suspected that was not the case, and felt joy as seeing his suspicions confirmed. Madara did not seem to acknowledge his presence as Lottus slowly walked forward, with his vision still fixated on the swords.
The blades continued to swell with power that felt wild, and yet also controlled. When this energy made contact with the air, it became an almost reddish-rust color that had spiraled around the blade. The hilt was heavily sculpted and, as with the armor, had a red, and very dragonic appearance. Affixed to the pommel was a crystal that possessed the same energy as the blade, which visibly circulated and swirled within that crystal.
Just as his sight started to admire the armor that he wore, Madara's steely voice pulled at his attention once more...
"Lottus."
"Ah! Yes, milord! I am pleased to see you hath returned." Lottus replied whilst taking a deep bow.
"Hm. Your loyalty and devotion is appreciated. Now rise Lottus."
The named Elder Lich does as ordered as he then speaks in a solemn and respectful tone of voice.
"Yes, milord. Judging from your powerful new gear, I take it that your investigations were a success?"
In a moment that surprised Lottus, Madara actually held a slight smile as he lightly chuckled, and spoke in an accomplished tone.
"Indeed, it was. This new gear were the spoils of my battle. An enjoyable battle to be had and won, as I finally was given the chance to test more of my abilities against a worthy subject. A strong existence compared to most in this world. His name is Dy'vom Nivra'mortis. Also known as the Deep Darkness Dragon Lord."
Once again, Lottus felt a shiver run up and down the lengths of his undead spine. His master defeated a Dragon Lord?! He knew that they were among the strongest of the strongest species of this world, and to defeat one in single combat was a feat only reserved for true titans of strength and power. Even with his limited emotions, he could barely contain his awe and excitement as he spoke in matching tones.
"A-A stunning display! As expected of milord! Truly, yours is a peerless existence."
"Hmph! Perhaps. But that does not mean I will let my guard down. And neither will you, Lottus." Madara said as his voice and expression became more serious.
"O-Of course, milord. I shall always remember it."
"Hm. Good. Now then, ensure that you are ready for training those young one tomorrow. For now, I will rest." Madara stoically instructed.
"Y-Yes. As wish, milord." Lottus acknowledged with a bow before exiting the chamber.
If Lottus had to be honest, he was extremely disappointed that the conversation ended there, as he wished to know more details of the fight in question, and the new magical armor and gear that Madara had donned. But once the initial elation and awe had worn off, he once again thought logically, and surmised that after with a powerful being like a Dragon Lord, his master would be fatigued, and resolved to reign in his curiosity.
However, the truth was quite different. As Madara gazed down at his hands, an amused grin decorated his face as he felt the magical energies pour into him from the gear he was now wearing. This gear included his armor, the pair of swords on his back, and the undergarments, amulet, 10 rings, and sash underneath. He basked in the powers they fed into his being, and felt a tinge of fulfillment.
Combined with his chakra, Madara felt his powers and abilities gain quite the significant increase, just as he had theorized before attaining them. The power of the items interacted with his chakra, not only correcting the decrease in his recovery rates that he experienced in this new world, but even eclipsed them as well.
'Hmph! I now wonder what kind of effect these new items were to have if I was to master "that", as well... Hmm... No matter. All in due time...'
With that final thought, Madara turned on his heel, and walked in the opposite direction of Lottus to rest for the evening. He had other plans that needed to be attended to, and he would conserve his newly formed strength until it was needed. He changed into a simpler set of clothes that he had received before from the Observer, and allowed sleep to take him...
...
The following days after his battle with the Deep Darkness Dragon Lord saw Madara and Lottus fall into a routine of sorts, as they would continue the training of the young trio of adventurers that Madara had saved, from morning until dusk. Afterward, they would return to Lottus' secret compound that served as Madara's base of operations. He had recreated his Wood-Style clones to search and explore the new world, as the originals had been dispelled during his battle.
During this time, Lottus would be informed in detail of Madara's encounter with the Deep Darkness Dragon Lord, and would even have a few chances to meet him, much to his elated fascination and curiosity. The Dragon Lord in turn would reluctantly share a few details regarding [Wild Magic] and its use, though he was surprised to learn that Madara had not done so. He did not mull on this, as he then explained the basics.
Firstly, it was the ancient, primal magic that had existed in the world long before the introduction of [Tier Magic], and only Dragon Lords and their descendants could use it, although the weaker the lineage, the greater the difficulty it could be used. Also, unlike that branch of magic that relied on mana, it was a magic that relied on the energies of the soul. Ancillary spells such as healing, illusions, shape-shifting, remote control of objects, and other utility spells could be cast by using the power of one's own soul, using an energy that was similar, yet different from mana.
However, more powerful spells, such as those used for powerful attacks, support spells, seals, resurrection, and the creation of magic items, required sacrifice of lives, and the release of their souls in order to fuel these efforts. Older, and more experienced Dragon Lords like Dy'vom could circumvent this to a certain degree, by creating a "store" of this power within themselves from these sacrifices, in a similar manner that magic casters would store mana. He could also slowly build up his stores with his own energies over time, but the method was slow and inefficient, often taking decades, or even centuries for it to bear fruit. For now his stores were at 20% capacity, due to his recent battle.
The use of [Wild Magic] did come with some downsides. The sacrifices can be grisly in terms of cost of lives in an area. This is especially notable when the fact remains that the more lives sacrificed, the more powerful the spell produced. However, that in itself carried with it a risk, as using it can destroy the user's link to their own soul. This made the casting of stronger magic a risky gamble in and of itself. If done improperly, the life of the user is forfeit. It was one of the reasons why it fell into disuse.
There were other reasons of course. Namely the "incursion" of [Tier Magic] upon the world. As Dy'vom explained it, the beings known to him as "Players" brought about an "imbalance" to the powers of magic that made up the world. Today those powers were polluted and distorted, making great feats of using [Wild Magic] difficult, even for full blooded Dragon Lords.
Their talks on the subject lasted for hours, as Lottus demonstrated an almost obsessive drive for knowledge of the magical. Of course, it was his near all consuming desire to return to his human life that drove him to plumb as much knowledge as he could, no matter what. That determination did not escape the notice of the dragon lord, and for a moment he found himself impressed by the undead, and chuckled at the the strange circumstances that brought the odd pair together in service to Madara...
...
In the blink of an eye, a month had passed and the early morning rays of the sun was beaming down upon six figures in a grassy field. These individuals were the young trio of adventurers Nigel Tvenstrup, Suvi Tvenstrup, and Denys Shkoda, along with Madara whom wore a simpler version of his previous attire, along with a disguised Lottus. The final figure was a 6 foot tall armored individual whose green tinted full-plate hinted at it's mythril construction.
The trio looked vastly different from the way they looked before. Though they wore casual clothes, they bore looks of battle-hardened veterans, and carried themselves with poise and strength. Their eyes possessed a hard edge and a hawk-like focus that were at odds with their youthful appearance. Even the normally jovial Denys, whom still had his usual smirk, also seemed to take on a harder image.
Their bodily builds also changed, as each seemed even more muscular and toned than before. Even the magic caster Suvi, who would normally be the physically weakest of a conventional party, possessed a far more athletic build than before. As the morning light illuminated their faces, the slight glimmer of a blue, upside-down triangle tattooed on their foreheads could be seen. Just then, Madara spoke in a firm tone of voice.
"Congratulations young ones. Against all odds you have successfully completed my training within the month I specified."
"Thank you very much, Mister Madara!" They say in unison as they bow at the waist.
"Hm. You are welcome. Now, be at ease. And be proud. There were times I thought you would have died before finishing."
Madara says the last part with a chuckle as the trio inwardly cringe. The disguised Lottus sighs as his facial features contour to one of discomfort, while the armored individual seemed indifferent. This did not stop the boisterous voice of Denys from chiming in as he relaxed his posture and threw his hand behind his back.
"Ya' got tha' right Sir Madara! I've done plenty a' things durin' trainin', but nothin' beats coughin' up blood ta' make ya' feel alive. HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
His exuberant laughter at such an uncomfortable memory grated the nerves of his team as they groaned and facepalmed at his antics. Lottus smirked in amusement, as he had come to expect, and even appreciate his behavior. Madara maintained a blank, near unreadable expression as always, and the armored individual merely huffed.
Just then both Suvi and Nigel glared at their teammate as he continued his grating laughter at the hellish month of training they powered through. She quickly swiped at the back of his head with her left hand, hoping to violently silence him, but he had then ducked at the last moment before he could connect. Suvi then angrily started to berate him at she waved an accusatory finger at him.
"Damnit Denys! Stop embarrassing us like this! And don't dodge me either you show off!"
Denys' jovial attitude vanished like the wind as he looked at her with a confused expression, which then turned pensive at he looked at the ground for a moment, and then back to her as he spoke in an uncertain tone of voice.
"Oi. Um... Suvi? I wasn't tryin' to dodge. I... actually let me guard down so ya' could hit me. Hehe. I not only felt it comin', but I dodged without meanin' to. It's... weird."
"..."
Suvi blinked at his reply, not sure as to what he meant by his statement as she narrowed her vision on him. She wanted to retort with something, but then stopped as she then felt something strange within herself. Like she had been connected to something. She was not the only one as both Nigel and Denys also started to feel it, and before they could mull on it, Madara's calm, firm voice brought their attention back.
"So, you've finally started to feel it."
All three looked at Madara questioningly as he made that statement, and this time it was Nigel that spoke up in confusion and curiosity.
"Um, pardon me Mister Madara, but what do you mean by that?"
At this question, Madara lifted up his right hand and pointed at their foreheads as he spoke in a neutral tone.
"Remember last night when you were given those tattoos on your foreheads. It was given as a sign of your union as a team and for completing the final phase of your training under me."
They each rubbed their foreheads as they remembered all too well that night. It was the last day of their training, and like their first, they were forced to push themselves to their absolute limits, working together in a fruitless attempt to snatch three bells off of Madara's belt. He did this as a final test of their progress, and while they had indeed grown stronger, in the end they utterly failed, and passed out from pure exhaustion.
When they woke up, night had fallen, they were near the E-Rantel gates, and Madara told them that they had "passed", much to their confusion and disbelief. Back then he explained that he wanted to test their progress, and in that they proved themselves to be "satisfactory". Of course, they were surprised by the "tattoos" on their foreheads, and at the time Madara only explained to them that it was a "Rite of Passage", and he would explain further the following day. That time was now as Madara continued...
"Those are no mere tattoos, but what you would call a 'mystical seal', part of an ancient art from my land called, 'Ninshu'. No doubt you are now starting to feel it's effects. A sensation that you are being 'connected' to something, yes?"
The trios could scarcely believe their ears, as the learned that their benefactor and savior had seemingly done something to them without their knowledge or consent. A part of them want to rebuke him in outrage, but them a strange calm fell over them as they did, and feelings of warmth overcame them. Like a certain "something" that they did not realize was empty had been filled, and a fog that they did not know existed in their minds had been lifted. Now instead of outrage, curiosity swelled as Suvi spoke.
"Madara, just what is this 'Ninshu' you spoke of? Just what have you done to us?"
He smirked in reply, as if he was pleased by her reaction and started to step forward towards Nigel as he gave out instructions.
"Before I answer your question Suvi, I believe a demonstration is in order. You and Denys step over to the side, and remain silent no matter what. And you Nigel? Turn around with your back to me."
The trio looked at each other for a brief moment, not at all sure what Madara had in mind, but if they learned anything about their benefactor over the past month, is that following his instructions would almost always lead to whatever answers they sought. So they complied with his instructions, with Nigel's back facing Madara, and Suvi and Denys watching from the side in anticipation.
Just as Madara was about a few feet away from Nigel, he balled up his right hand into a fist, and pulled back, ready to deliver a straight punch to the back of his head. They had seen one of Madara punches break a tree down during their training, and while it had awed them then, they were now terrified as to what would happen to Nigel if it was used on him now.
Just as their mouths opened to warn Nigel, in clear defiance to Madara's earlier instructions, his own eyes widened in shock, and at the last moment he leaned forward to avoid the oncoming blow the created a shockwave of air.
"[Evasion]!"
Nigel used a [Martial Art] to enhance his dodge of the blow, and to put some distance between himself and Madara. He did it purely on reflex, having seen and experienced enough of Madara's strength to think it would be foolish to do otherwise. He readied himself for a follow-up attack of some kind, but he and the others were shocked to see that none came. Instead, Madara smirked as he folded his arms and began speaking.
"Now then, Nigel. How did you know to dodge?"
"... Huh?..."
Nigel stood wide-eyed, unable to come to an answer, as he was just now asking himself the very same question. Just then Madara's gaze shifted to the duo of Suvi and Denys, which made then shutter for a moment, but relaxed when Madara's calm voice spoke.
"You two. When you saw Nigel's imminent harm, you wished... no, prayed for his safety, did you not?"
"Eh?"
"Uh..."
Each of them exclaimed in surprise, not at the question itself, but the fact that was precisely what they were doing. Then understanding flashed across their faces as they seemed to understand what was going on. An expression Nigel shared as he slowly walked towards them as Madara spoke in an almost teacherly tone of voice.
"The ancient art of Ninshu, is one that connects people's hearts, and even their minds, facilitating greater understanding of each other, even without communicating. Concern for the well-being of comrades and loved ones is tied to this state of 'unity'. I did not inform you of this because I was not sure that it would even work on you, and even if it did, it required time and a specific set of circumstances for your connected spiritual energies to properly synchronize."
As Madara concluded his explanation, the trio stood in stunned silence, trying to not only comprehend his words, but also the new feelings that were bubbling up within them as understanding began to sink in. Their awareness of this new "gift" seemed to "click" something within them, as they not only felt their own emotions, but those of the others too. It was as if their hearts were beating as one, in sync with the others.
All at once it was frightening, exhilarating, and confusing all at the same time. Just then, Suvi was able to pull herself out of the shock and stupor these new sensations brought on as she stumbled out a question.
"M-Mister Madara, h-how? W-Why? I... we... but..."
Madara raised his left hand to silence her, and she complied as he began to answer her.
"I will do my best to answer the questions that are more than likely swelling within your young minds. First, as this is a secret 'rite' from my land, I cannot tell you how I did this. Just the fact you know about this is dangerous knowledge in of itself, and I will accept no further questions on the matter."
He stated that last sentence with a deathly serious edge in his voice as his [Sharingan] activated, and glared at the trio with such intensity, that they felt as if they were pushed back by an invisible force. The sensation passed as soon as it was felt, and Madara's eyes returned to normal in that same instant. This would have frightened them before they had been bestowed this "gift", but as they glanced at each other, they realized that their "link" via Ninshu had enhanced each other's mental fortitude.
They did not mull on this as they each in turn bowed to Madara, remembering the promise that they gave him nearly a month ago to keep whatever information he gave them to themselves. With this they bowed and spoke in unison.
"We understand, Madara."
He remained silent for a moment as he studied each of their expressions in turn, and seemed satisfied as he continued...
"Hm. Very well then. As long as you understand. Now, as to why I gave this to you, there are a few reasons. You have told me your life-story, and throughout your time together, you have survived much. First as children, and then as adventurers. Your connections to each other and solidarity have ensured your survival, and have shown me that your fates are more intertwined than you realize. And it is also because as my students, I expect great things of you, and I would prefer that you not die yet. It is why you were given additional supplies of potions, coin, and new gear. Your journey has only just begun, and when we meet again, I will have you repay this dept to me."
There was silence for a moment as the trio took in everything that was said. There was the latter point of owing him a debt that they could not refute. They would be dead now if not for him, and while his training was grueling and hellish, it was by their request, and he could have easily turned them down. However, instead he took them under his wing, made them stronger in body, mind, and even in their souls. He even went beyond that by financing their expenses, and supplying them with potions and new gear, which they were quick to secure somewhere safe.
The former point of their fates being connected was one that they honestly did not consider. Granted they grew up together, and knew each well enough that they could exchange a few glances in select situations to communicate their thoughts, but now Madara's actions had made that a bit more literal than they were expecting.
Although, the fact that they could wordlessly warn each other of dangers was a huge asset as a team, and the fact they noticed an increase in mental fortitude was also something to consider. As they looked at each other, and then back to their hands, a thought occured to them, "How else will this improve us?" As if reading their thoughts, Madara smirked and then spoke in a voice that rang with an almost inspiring timbre.
"You feel it and understand it, don't you? None of you are strong by yourselves. Only together are you strong. Help each other, drawn upon one another, and use your connections to each other as a force that not only binds you, but reinforces you. Fail in this, and you will truly perish."
The words were so simple, and yet, for some inexplicable reason that they could not define, it had touched them as they realized that he was right. Every step of the way they had been together, and if they wanted to continue, then that was the way it had to be done: together. They then each took a bow, as Nigel spoke for them with reverence and utter respect in his voice.
"Thank you for your wise words, Madara. Thank you for everything you have done for us. If there is ever a time that we can repay you, call on us and we will come."
"Hm. You are welcome, and I will hold you to that. Now then..."
Madara turned his gaze to the armored individual, who then stepped forward and presented himself as he folded his arms in a display that showed pride in himself with each move that he made. As he did this, Madara motioned towards the armored figure as he spoke.
"You recall my associate Mortis, as he aided in the training of you three. If there are no objections Nigel, I would have him join your team as it's fourth member."
Nigel was surprised for a moment, but it seemed to make sense. Over the course of the month that they had been training, this "Mortis" had provided invaluable aid in their training. He was an immovable wall, and was perfect as a frontline fighter to block attacks, as well as dish out punishment with his shield/broadsword combination. The fact that he wore mythril full-plate armor could also draw the positive attention they needed after the death of the other members of their team. The only thing that struck him as odd is the fact that he never took his helm off, even when indoors.
Just then, it was like a bolt of electricity shot up his spine, as he then sensed that Denys was going to mouth off again, and almost simultaneously both he and his sister Suvi shot dirty glares at him. He got the message and chuckles awkwardly as he scratched the back of his head.
'Hehe. Damn. This "Ninshu" link Madara gave us might be useful in more ways than one.' Nigel mused to himself in satisfaction before speaking.
"I have no issues with it, and we could certainly use the help. Mortis is welcome to join."
The named armored figure nodded and then spoke in a deep, intimidating voice that would transmit the image of a burly, muscular man.
"Hmph. A wise decision, Nigel. Then I will see you tomorrow at the guildhall. Your rank-up evaluation should be happening then, so my registration can wait until that time."
"Alright. I see no problems with that. Besides, me, Suvi, and Denys need to spend some time 'adjusting' anyways. And Mister Madara? Once again, thank you. We are in your debt." Nigel said in a sincere tone as he took a bow.
"Hm. You are welcome young man. Just remember that 'debt' when the time comes."
"I will." Nigel said with conviction.
Just then Lottus stepped forward and addressed Suvi in a tone of familiarity and fondness as his illusionary face smiled warmly.
"You have done well under my magical tutelage young Suvi. I trust you still have those additional tomes I gave you?"
"O-Oh, yes. I do indeed Teacher Lottus. I will study them diligently!" She replies in excited surprise.
"Ah, good. You have done exceedingly well, Suvi. As your magical teacher and instructor, I am quite proud of you. Your potential is great, and thanks to Sir Madara's gift, it is greater still. I look forward to seeing your progress the next time we meet. Until then, do take care of yourself." Lottus sincerely said.
"Y-Yes. Thank you. And you too." Suvi replied with a respectful bow.
Meanwhile, Madara approached a smirking Denys who appeared as if he was a fan looking upon his idol. A second passes without a word spoken between them, and then suddenly...
*THWACK!*
"HACK!"
Almost in a blur, Madara used his smack Denys over the head, while still having the same blank, unreadable expression on his face. Denys rubbed his head with both hands as Madara spoke in a neutral, almost bored tone of voice.
"How many times how I told you Denys? Whether it's with friends or foes, never let your guard down."
In direct contrast to Madara's actions, Denys was happily grinning as one would ascribe to an idiot. Like he treasured the pain inflicted by his benefactor like it was a gift, and upon realizing this Madara sighed in fatigue at his antics as he spoke again.
"Remember, you are the eyes and ears of your team. Let them down, and they will perish."
In that instant, Denys became uncharacteristically serious as he stood up straight, and looked Madara straight in the eyes, and responded with an equally serious tone.
"I swear Sir Madara, tha' won't happen. I won't waste what you've given us."
Madara looked into the young man's eyes, and it was apparent that his words rang true, with his countenance bearing nothing but sincerity and determination. A small, and subtle smile escaped Madara's lips for less than a second before he returned to his normal, blank expression.
"Hmph. See to it, Denys."
"Yes, sir!" The young adventurer declared whilst standing up straight.
Madara simply nodded in reply as he turned and began to walk away from the trio, with Lottus, and "Mortis" following suit as final farewells were exchanged. The trio stared at the back of Madara which continued to recede in the distance as Nigel then spoke.
"Well, let's get moving. We have to get ready for tomorrow after all."
"Yes, big-brother. You're right about that. And I would like the time to study."
"Heh. No biggie fer' me, 'leader'. I got a hot date with a married couple anyways that I'd like ta' get to." Denys said with a grin, happy to get a comment out with being stopped.
The siblings groaned at being given more information than they wished, and Nigel simply waved for them to follow as he walked with Suvi as his right side, and Denys at his left. For a few moments they all enjoyed the scenery in silence as they walked, but not just because of Denys' antics. They all were still having to adjust to the new feelings and sensations of being "linked" via the "Ninshu" rite that Madara had described. It would be Suvi who would give voice to these thoughts as addressed them.
"Sir Madara. I can't help but wonder who he is now. We spent over a month training to better ourselves, gladly enduring whatever he threw at us, but we barely know anything about him. And only now that we are free from the constant pain and fatigue do I begin to wonder..."
"Yeah, I know sister. I feel the same way. At least, I think I do. I'm still trying to sort out what I am feeling from that 'Ninshu' rite. But it does seem useful. Being able to warn each other of danger without saying anything... I wonder what other gifts this'll bring?"
Denys simply listened quietly to the siblings conversation while he walked in a casual fashion, with his hands resting behind his head, and smirking in a knowing manner.
"I don't know brother. I have never even heard of such a thing. Not even with Teacher Lottus. I'm guessing that even he was unaware."
"Oh, yeah. That reminds me actually. You still get that strange feeling from him?" Nigel asked in curiosity.
"Y-Yes. Even more so now. It's like... It's like all my senses have been amplified..." Suvi was saying, when Nigel interrupted her.
"Mine too. And the way we all withstood his oppressive glare, our mental fortitude was obviously strengthened. But it also feels like... like I'm sharing my [Talent] with you guys."
Immediately upon that thought, the trio stopped walking, and looked at each other in astonishment. The very thought that each of them had access to their [Talent], even if only in part, was one that merited further discussion. Despite this, Denys remained pensive and silent throughout the conversation, still in a relaxed posture, with a strange grin on his face. Suvi narrowed her eyes on him as he spoke up in an annoyed tone.
"Okay! What's the big idea, Denys? You've been usually quiet ever since Madara's group left. There's something going on in that head of yours that isn't part of the conversation. I can tell that much even without this strange new 'link' of ours."
At her prompting, Denys turned to face them with his hands on his hips, and grinned at them disturbingly. Like he knew something they didn't and was reveling in the moment. Just as the siblings started to feel uncomfortable at his behavior, he then spoke in a mischievous tone, still grinning at them.
"So... how long have the two of ya' been porkin'?"
"Eek!"
"...!"
The two siblings froze as if they had been splashed with cold water, with their faces growing equally as pale. The secret that they had been keeping had been revealed, just like that, and it was far too late to disguise their reactions. That was made all the more problematic by their new link via "Ninshu", and they knew it. Before either of them could do anything in response, a hearty laugh escaped Denys, as he seemed to take a great deal of enjoyment from their reactions.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! What's with those looks, huh? Hah! PRICELESS! An' just so we're clear, I've had my suspicions for a lil' while. It was Sir Madara that pointed it out ta' me. How ya'll seemed ta' act like a married couple more than siblings? Heh. Well, I never let that go, and thanks ta' this 'Ninshu', I kinda' got the confirmation. You two are tryin' so haaard not to jump each other, it's almost cute.~ Huh?"
Denys stopped his jovial taunting long enough to see his teammates looking at him with a mixture of shocked and worried expressions. Upon seeing this however, he relaxed his facial expression to more of a friendly one as he spoke in a casual tone.
"Hehe.~ Relax you too. I ain't judgin' ya'. After what you've been through, it's any wonder ya'll hadn't gotten as close as ya' both have. If I have any kinda' reaction, I'm just surprised ya' would think that I wouldn't understand. Ta' be honest, I'm disappointed ya' think so lil' of me."
Denys said his piece with a somewhat whimsical countenance as he scratched the back of his head, and slowly the siblings could understand how he felt. If it was through their Ninshu link, their years of knowing each other, or a combination thereof they could not say. But the fact remained that they were so afraid of the nature of their relationship from getting out, that it never even occurred to them to give their longtime friend and teammate the benefit of the doubt.
Realizing this, they hung their heads low, disappointment in themselves rising to the surface of their minds. After all they had been through together, there should have been more trust than this. They both wanted to apologize, no matter how they had to do it. Just as this was crossing their minds, they suddenly felt a hand on each of their shoulders, belonging to their smiling childhood friend Denys, who spoke in a warm and friendly tone that was bereft of any animosity or disappointment.
"Hey, now.~ Don't be like that you two. I don't hold it against ya', and ya' don't need to apologize. Jus' take a moment, breath, and it feel out in that Ninshu link. Ya' think you really need to?"
It only took a moment for the siblings to do what Denys had suggested, and all at once they could feel it. There was only warmth, camaraderie, understanding, and even mild amusement within him, and it was enough to drown out their own budding ill feelings as they chuckled themselves, and they both said the same words at the same time as they lowered their heads...
"Thank you, Denys."
In response, they were met with his typical exuberant laugher as he replied.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Why so formal? Come on. Let's head back. Seems we got a lot ta' talk about now, especially we seem to be 'clicking' so well."
Nigel and Suvi looked at each other and chuckled, letting their friend's nonchalant and warm feelings wash over them as Nigel spoke.
"Hehe. Yeah. You're right, Denys. We've got a lot to talk about. Let's get going. But I have to say, you're being quite reasonable and understanding now you know our little secret."
"Aw, you're gonna make me blush, leader..."
At this comment, Suvi rolled her eyes, but couldn't help a light smirk escape her lips as she sighed and spoke in fatigue.
"Denys, just give it a rest for now. Okay?"
"Yeah, yeah.~ Fine. Spoilsport."
The siblings chuckle at Denys' mild disappointment as they continue on their way back to E-Rantel. A few minutes into their walk however, a mischievous grin escaped Denys' lips as he spoke in a playful manner.
"So...~ Now that everythin' is out in the open, any chance I can join you two tonight?~"
The siblings reply to his query was simultaneous and resolute.
""NO!""
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Denys laughed heartily at their reaction, and the siblings facepalmed at their friend's antics, thinking that despite everything, little had changed. As they continued on their way, they actually took a great comfort in that.
...
Meanwhile, further away in the opposite direction, the trio of Madara, Lottus, and the armored figure called "Mortis" walked in stoic silence, with not a word passing between them. That was until Lottus' inquisitive voice broke that silence as he addressed Madara in a reverential tone of voice.
"Milord, if I may ask, why bestow such a gift upon those youngsters?"
For a moment Madara remained silent as he stared off into the distance, while still maintaining a stoic, disinterested expression. Then he replied in a neutral tone that lacked any sort of emotion.
"Beyond what I have already told them, it was also an experiment. To see if the process would work on them, if they had succeeded in reaching the minimum satisfactory level of strength required. Those three pleasantly surprised me with their guts, and met my expectations. Now, we shall see how they develop. If they pass this phase, they will be brought into the fold."
"This phase, milord? That is to say, there is more?"
"Yes, Lottus. There is. If my suspicions are correct, their link with 'Ninshu' should continue to hasten their strength and their development. As long as they follow my instructions, they should be fine."
"I-I see... And if they do not, milord?" Lottus asked with a subtle hint of concern in his voice.
"If they do not, if they break off their link, and try to mold their own chakra from what little I gave them in the 'Ninshu' rite, they would have proven that they are not worthy, and the seals I placed in them will terminate them." Madara said with a hard edge to his voice.
The expression on Lottus' illusionary face grew dark and worried at that proclamation, which did not fail to escape Madara's notice.
"Are you concerned for them?"
"I... Indeed, milord. They... they were the first humans I had interacted with in decades, and in their own ways, they reminded me of the family I had lost." Lottus replied with a heavy voice as his illusionary eyes staired off into the distance.
"Hmm... I see." Madara plainly remarked.
"Hmph! Why don't you drop the pretense, Madara. You've grown fond of those kids too, haven't you?" The brusque voice of the armored figure curtly commented.
Madara did not reply right away, as he was not one to speak of his own personal feelings to a great degree. Although, if he was forced to be honest, a part of himself had grown a tad fond of those young adventurers whom briefly become his students. It not been so long since he felt that sensation, that he had scarcely remembered what it was like. Just as he began to mull on this, he heard Lottus' concerned voice chime in.
"Dy'vom! You mustn't...!"
"Mustn't what? I may serve Madara, but that doesn't mean it'll prevent me from giving my opinion." The armored form of Dy'vom stated in a dismissive tone, as two ghostly red eyes glowed within the narrow slits of his helm.
Just as tension was seeming to build in the air around them, the calm timbre of Madara's voice seemed to disarm it.
"It's fine Lottus. I would be disappointed if the Dragon Lord did not remain true to who he is, despite serving me. Now then, I assume you don't need to be reminded of your mission, Dy'vom?"
"Yes, yes. It is a simple enough matter. Watch over the children, ensure they stay alive, and report on any goings on." The remote controlled armor growled in annoyance.
"Good. Remember that. And also remember, that while I will overlook some of your behavior, I will not overlook all of it. Understood?" Madara sternly said.
There was a subtle undercurrent of a threat in his voice. One in which the Dragon Lord keenly picked up on as he replied in a calmer, more respectful tone.
"I... Yes. I understand."
"Hm. Glad to hear it. Now then, time to prepare for the next stages of my plans."
"Oh? Begging your pardon milord, but what else did you have in mind?" Lottus respectfully asked in his curiosity.
"Further experiments in using my abilities in this world, and a village of lizardmen that caught my eye..."
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*A/N: Hey there! Wow! I know, it's been a LONG while since an update. Just been busy with other projects, and IRL concerns. But fear not! I'll be working on another chapter in this crossover series next before I hop on over to another project. Hopefully it'll be out soon, but I promise nothing. In the meantime, feel free to leave you reviews and PMs. I am always open to conversation. Until next time then! ^_^*