Standing alone atop the Tokyo Tower, Wei was in a contemplative mood. In the distance stood the sacred Mount Fuji, rising up proudly from the earth and ascending toward heaven and the Gods. Wei could easily understand how the Japanese could revere the mountain, treating it almost as a deity. In his own homeland, there were many stories of sacred dragons being associated with mountains and thus conferring upon a mountain holiness.
For that reason, it actually saddened him to see how the Japanese had cheapened Mount Fuji by using it as a tourist trap, allowing foreigners and the Godless to swarm across its immaculate heights.
Failing to give proper veneration to the sacred, tsk, tsk, shameful. Wei sneered silently. But don't worry; I'll help you to atone for your sins. All of them.
Shifting his gaze, Wei's dark eyes examined a Zojoji temple that stood almost directly below him. Parts of him recognized its architectural style as belonging to the Chinese Tang Dynasty and a feeling of fresh rage swept over him again.
The Japanese had received so much of their culture from China and then, like some ungrateful child turning on its parent, they had invaded and raped his country brutally. Their fucking Emperor Hirohito had launched over a million troops into China over the course of a decade and a half and they only left when the Americans had introduced them to the atomic age.
But it was far too late for China.
By the time Hiroshima and Nagasaki had been reduced to their constituent atoms, his country had been forced to endure agonizing humiliations under the jackboots of the Japanese Imperial Armies. The Japanese had murdered over 10 million of Chinese and performed horrific atrocities on countless others. Memories of torture and human experimentation leapt to the front of his mind, causing him to unconsciously grind his teeth together and clench the railing in his hands, bending it like a wire.
It is not just enough to kill them, they have to suffer as we did. By the time I'm done with them, even Hell will seem like paradise.
All I need is one more mystic ripple to locate the source and begin my own journey through time.
Wei wasn't actually certain exactly how far back in time he would go, but he had been able to tell it was several centuries and that would be more than enough to alter the future.
Trying to calm his furious mind, Wei recalled the ancient legends of his land and debated with himself just how many of the fantastic creatures and their powers were real. He knew that the dragons had abandoned this realm of reality hundreds of years ago and so existed only in the past, but he was unsure just how numerous they were. Or if they will be sufficient to wipe out Japan. My own power might devastate feudal Japan but I have no idea what walked the earth then...eventually something would manage to stop me if I acted alone.
Wei was not pleased by that particular possibility. He was unclear on what to do in the face of such uncertainty. The Dragons of China are certainly powerful but against all of Japan? Would they be sufficient?
If truth be told, Wei was more concerned with whether or not he could successfully summon the dragons than anything else. After all, the Seal of Heaven was carried by Gods and used by them. While he had a great reservoir of spiritual energy to draw on, comparable to an ocean in fact, he was not a God.
A dark thread of unease wove through Wei as he considered his unlikely patron and the warnings imparted by him.
The foreigner assured me that I had sufficient spiritual energy to summon them but stressed that it would take time, it would be taxing, and I would be well advised to be set up a defense to prevent any interruptions.
Wei returned his gaze once more to Mount Fuji. At this point it doesn't matter anymore, I refuse to turn back.
