The war raged on and we soon saw no progress one side succeeding over the other. I became furious. I was working ten times as hard, and I would swoop down into the battlefields hundreds of times a day, casting spells into Shirai as I went. If one side had the First Spinjitzu Master, this would be over. I had already seen Shirai become so much more populated. In a matter of months, it was starting to fill up.
Back in Shirai, I tended to the lost souls. I summoned servants of my own to treat and get the new souls acquainted in their new, permanent home. My soldiers guided them to homes and showed them around the realm. Death may sound quite dark, but I strive to make my realm cheerful. Even if your myths portray it as dark and gloomy. Now, the Cursed Realm was like that. But that's a tale for later on.
Back to Oronai. The First Spinjitzu Master had been imprisoned by the Oni for months now. The Dragon could not obtain the child. Well, to call him a child at this point is inaccurate. The young man was a teenager then. He had seen the balance firsthand when I stranded him in the mountains. Now, this war was a second experience of the balance. As he sat in a cage for months, he contemplated his options, keeping the balance in mind.
Now let's skip some time. Five years, perhaps. The Oronic War had lasted for nearly five years now, and the young man was still in captivity. Around three years into the war, the Dragon began to give up. Meanwhile, the Oni pressured the young man to join them. He refused, and they would torture him dearly when they did. This lasted weekly. Though dried blood was crusted on his face, and scars ran through his skin, he remained unbowed.
Two years later, he was on the verge of death. How did he maintain his strength? He had the golden power of the Dragon and the endurance of the Oni. He was extremely powerful. And… Life and I could not afford for him to die. The fate of this world rested on his shoulders.
So when it became clear that he was about to die, I paid him a visit. I snuck into the Oni base. While he was sleeping, I bent open the bars of his cage. But it didn't end there. I left a small, sky blue crystal at his feet. I additionally left a note containing six simple words: open new realms, travel the universe. This would eventually become the Realm Crystal.
The First Spinjitzu Master woke the next day to find the cage damaged and a strange crystal too. It had a note with fine cursive handwriting (I do have splendid handwriting, if I do say so myself.) What did he do? He ran away. But he unlocked the crystal too. Now, not the full potential of it. That came later. But he found out enough to teleport himself to somewhere where he would be isolated.
Both the Oni and the Dragon soon found out about his escape, and the Oronic War resumed. Thousands of troops on both sides were sent out, and they scanned the land looking for him. They found him eventually, but that was another two years later. Which side found him exactly? This was the dilemma.
Both Oni and Dragon forces had been investigating a huge mountain where the man had made his refuge. They both knew the other was there, but had not interfered- yet. The Dragon happened to find the First Spinjitzu Master first. The Oni arrived minutes later. Literal minutes. The two sides struggled to obtain the man. But during their scuffle, he escaped- again. However, this time, they would never find him again.
The man unlocked the crystal to its full abilities, and used the immense powers I had granted it to build a new realm- from scratch. He leapt into the portal quickly, not knowing where he was going or what the land would look like. Nobody else could access the portal after the man jumped through it. When those particular Dragon and Oni forces returned from the mountain, both sides punished them. The Dragon troop was demoted, while on the other hand, the members of the Oni troop were executed. The war raged on in Oronai. Eventually, the Oni would gain the upper hand, and defeat the Dragon. But that was centuries later.
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The First Spinjitzu Master landed on a grassy land, similar to the one he had been in before. He could see majestic mountains that yearned to go past the sky, an endless sea that desired to extend eternally, a dense jungle that had its mind set on corrupting and driving explorers insane, and scorching deserts where spires of swirling sand would form. This was Ninjago, land of Spinjitzu.
Not much further after the birth of the new land, the Oni would come looking for the First Spinjitzu Master. While the Dragon had given up, the Oni had not. But first, how would you like to hear about the origins of your land. Perhaps the origins of the sacred golden weapons, and your dear Spinjitzu? Listen carefully.