AN: Just something I though up of, asides from that, let it be known that I hate myself for not continuing my other fics.
Really, really hate myself.
Shin Tokyo, the grand stage for the tournament of supernatural beings, each special in their own way, each with powers beyond normal human conception.
These creatures are dubbed 'Sekirei' or in English, 'Wagtail'
Some have the ability to bend the elements to their will, calling forth strong winds to cut, fire to burn, ice to freeze or even causing plants to grow spontaneously.
Others have less conventional powers; the power to generate a super-sonic shriek, strong enough to render even strong creatures of the same kind immobilized. One Sekirei in particular has the ability to simply rot objects. No defense, no warning. One can only put something in between and hope it stops the rot from reaching their person.
And among these Sekirei gifted with esoteric abilities, there are some that are relatively 'normal' - namely the so-called 'Power' and 'Weapon' type Sekirei, their only defining features being their abnormal physical strength, reaching at levels even beyond that of the already physically powerful Sekirei.
Truly, no-matter what, a Sekirei is beyond the scope of what a normal human could ever achieve.
But humanity has proven time and again that among the 'normal' residents of society, there are those that see fit to break the boundaries of mediocrity and fate, and exceed the reality shackled unto them.
Some do this through sheer effort, a necessary sacrifice in order to reach unreachable dreams. Others are born to defy fate, blessed with strength and a destiny that humanity will retell time and again for ages to come.
And still others are crafted. Even while young, they already one's who would have surpassed that which we call normal, except fate decided that they fall into the hands of those that would now craft their destiny for them, either by teaching or experience, pushing them to limits that would strain even those born talented such as them.
Sekirei and Human. So different, yet so alike. Each with dreams and ambitions, strengths and weaknesses.
This is a tale of one such Sekirei, and one such Human.
One who seeks strength, while the other, a meaning for it.
This is a tale of a Sekirei and Human, of the Sekirei No. 88 Musubi and Sparna of Yomi, Sho Kano, who are bonded by the feathers they meant to fly with, and the fists that carry them.
Truly, birds of a feather.