"Do you want power?" It asked, it seemed eager for an answer.
"I don't want it, I need it." I stated bluntly.
"Why?"
"I need to protect them. They've done too much for me, I need to repay them."
"You pass. Use this power wisely."
In a second, all the colors around me shrinked into one small ball, and the voice announced, "I pass on to you, the throne of the Owner of the Nine Heavens."
"What?"
"Your bodily form will change, your gender will not change. You will be reborn from the ashes."
Their hearts seemed to sink and land with a deep thump.
"I'll kill you!" February cried, tears rolling down her eyes. She leapt to Mike and tried to land a punch, she missed.
"Do not forget your path, January." A voice, familiar and feminine filled the air, "He has left with honor."
It was the older Jinsoyun, her voice brought a few hints of sorrow, she stood at the doorway.
She wept. Wept like a child that had lost their parents.
"Hmph, this isn't even the slightest bit entertaining." Mike turned his back, out of respect for the few weeping warriors.
"Let us burn his corpse out of respect." Jinsoyun slowly lifted the empty shell and struck a fire with her blade.
The body slowly burned down to ashes. The students watched in the background as the tears of the three warriors fell.
Just then.
"I am the one, who is reborn from the ashes." A voice rang throughout the sports hall.
The three warriors looked up.
"Why do you weep my warriors? I have yet to say that I am deceased."
It couldn't be. Was it really him?
"Successor of Asura, I challenge you to a fair brawl here and now." The voice cried.
Mike was challenged, he knew something had happened, "Alright, I'll fight you."
The ashes in the fire split, and from there sprung a boy around the age of 14. He was slender, but somewhat muscular. He had a faint aura around him that glowed. His hair flowed to the small of his back. He could've been mistaken for a female at first glance.
He gestured to Mike, signaling that he could come over now.
Mike threw his spear at the boy, he caught it with ease, between his index and middle finger, and the spear disappeared. Without any sign of where it went.
"My turn." The boy said, slowly sucking in air. The most magnificent thing happened. Wings grew out of his back, between below his shoulders, glowing in nine colors, "The Phoenix takes flight." He breathed. He leapt up in the air, and charged at Mike. "Sword of The Phoenix God, hear my will, obey my order." He chanted, and a fiery sword appeared, he made a mudra with his left hand, and a chanted something under his breath. Layers upon layers of weird writing circled around him almost protecting him. Then, they attacked.
Like vines with minds they swirled around his ankles, his waist and his neck. He shrieked, in terror, the boy was something else, his aura flooded a holy presence
"Punishment of The Goddess!" The boy gave a heightened battle cry.
His sword glowed brighter than ever, the sky grew dark, and as he landed his blade on Mike's chest, a flash of lightning and fire came down on Mike burning his body to dust.
Silence, nobody knew the tables would turn like so.
He collapsed, on the floor with a thud.
February scrambled over to the sleeping body. A voice sounded throughout the hall.
"He is Jason, my descendant that made me proud. He is able to die for others and pass my test in whether or not I would allow him to succeed me. I have given him a trial, tell him when he awakes. I have sealed half of my power in him, if he wishes to become as strong as I am, he will have to break the seal step by step."
The voice went silent, it seemed to have left.
"Please, you have to believe, this is your son!" The three warriors and Jinsoyun begged.
"My son isn't like this, he's way more wider. Who are you?" The somewhat wide Asian man with a angry face roared.
"What do you want us to do for you to believe us, that we only have good intentions?" February asked desperately.
"If you kneel until sunset, I will take him in."
"We will, just take him in!" January weeped, she was having similar emotion status to that of February.
"Hmph." The boy's father, seeing such willing people who wanted to save the boy sighed, "I don't need you to kneel. However, you will undergo a mission."
"Which is?" March asked politely, she was trying to keep as calm as possible.
"You will give him a certain something on a special day for him. Of course, there is only one that I can think of that is special to him." The man explained, "I'm off to see if he can prove himself to be my son."
The wide man left, taking the boy who had just woke up inside.
"Well then, how do you want me to prove I'm your son?" He asked.
"What's your Grandma's favorite type of food?"
"Thai."
"Death date of your mother's mother?"
"August 16th."
"When was the year and season we found out you could speak Japanese naturally?"
"Spring of when I was still in SJS year six."
"Yep, you're my son. What's with the new look?"
"If I told you, you wouldn't believe it."
"Yeah, I can see why."
I sighed, might as well show him.
I touched the back of my body. They were there.
Slowly I tried to feel them and suddenly they sprung to life. My wings had been opened. My father gazed in shock as I flew up and out of the balcony.
"See?" I sighed.
"Hmm, I see." My father hesitated, "Well at least you're good for something."
I tried to suppress my anger, my father was a real jerk in these ways.
"Where are the people who sent me back?" I asked.
"They left."
"To?"
"Why would you want to know? Your studies are more important." The typical Asian parent was back again.
"Answer my question." I blatantly stated, my anger was rising.
"Is this how you beg?" My father sneered, "Just because you have wings, doesn't mean I won't disown you."
"Enough!" A voice rang loud and clear. It was the Madam of the Nine Heavens, "You need not to beg boy. He is lowly and bears a heart of evil. Pack your belongings, I will give you a new home."
"Who are you?" My father roared.
"A being much more powerful than you will ever be. Now fall into slumber." She bellowed, in a deep voice.
He dropped to his knees and slept, I confirmed it through his loud snoring.
