I'm with You
Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of Saikyo Kamizmode!
Summary:
Ayama Luna and Puremonsoon crash through the glass ceiling.
"Best" for Ayama Luna wasn't nearly enough. Her fans needed to hear her go further! They deserved to hear her sing! Monthly, weekly, daily – A song to beam eternal wonderment through their hearts!
"Listen, if you please, to our beat!"
Gorikishin underestimated the god of stuffed animals, judging Kamizumo the wrong sport for the geisha kitten. Producers underestimated the idol, amusing themselves her popularity would peter out without a chance of comeback. "Soft" women such as them were looked down upon, regardless of what arena they dipped their toes into. Luna's music could be certified platinum, she could learn every dance, appear on every magazine cover, act in any genre, deliver the news, and host game shows. There was no amount of accomplishment where her achievements wouldn't attract detailed criticism.
To all the doubters and haters, she and Puremonsoon had a message: They weren't "dipping" their toes into the arena. They were landing firmly with both feet center ring, overprepared to punish any ill-mannered person or divinity who made noisy gestures at their hard-won acclaim.
"Shine, my Spirit Drum!"
Ayama Luna was on her way to the top. Puremonsoon sprinted over hurdles and hits, binding their opponents in her strings and issuing a shocking pluck when appropriate.
The publicly relaxed, sympathetic Luna spoke with a quality so determined, so chilling, it echoed Puremonsoon's Howling Tone.
Luna would touch that extreme. She'd prove to both worlds, as she'd proven to herself, she was meant for perfect.
She'd flip the script. And if it took combining justice and evil, she'd have no reluctance displaying what a Jyarikishin backed by divine power and wicked power could do!
"Ayama Luna! Don't apologize!"