The Winged Wolf Ch 3: A Weapon and Out into the Word, a Harry Potter + Avengers Crossover fanfic

AN: Hello my dear readers, what you're seeing here are chapters 7 through 9 of my original fanfiction.

Chapter Three: A Weapon and Out into the World (Pre Hogwarts Arc)

Synopsis: A weapon from the fire, a parting of ways, and a shopping trip.

Once more the seasons have passed me by during my training and another year has gone by under the guidance of my sensei and adopted grandfather. Meditating under the magical Sakura tree, I can feel that other and newer form of energy now circulating inside of me, my chi. Taking deep and even breaths I circulate it through my body, working on my control over this new internal energy.

From the bottom of my feet to the crown of my head, I move my chi throughout my body, energy suffusing all of my cells and improving my body. My own natural regenerative healing improves my lifespan and that has been improved even further with my growing magic, something that also helps increase one's lifespan. This has allowed me to get in touch with and cultivate my chi much easier than most due to chi being based on one's lifeforce. Though by cultivating I don't mean trying to reach different levels of breakthroughs, simply achieving greater control, and increasing the amount of chi I have.

The bio-electric energy that surrounds all life forms is much stronger in me than most due to how potent my bioenergy is. With magic already flowing through me and under the experienced guidance of Sensei Izo, connecting with and utilizing my chi went quickly, but control was hard for me. Unlike a normal chi user, I have to contend with manipulating two internal forms of energy, separately and at once.

Hence my meditation practice now, feeling my chi moving throughout my body as I connect with my magic and push it out from me in a steady stream, lifting my body during my meditation. Slow and steady I use the two at once in a more passive manner, the body and mind working together to reach a greater whole, taking the time to get it right, rather than rush toward failure.

"This feels good" comments Yumi, feeling both forms of energy running through her as well as she lounges in the tattooed Sakura tree on my back, disturbing my concentration at the same time.

"Oof" I huff out as I drop to the ground, not yet able to deal with any distractions when trying to use my chi and magic.

"Aww, why'd you stop" Yumie asks, the humor in her voice as apparent as a clown in a law office, at least a circus clown.

"I think I might have been a bit distracted by a medaling serpent" my voice mirroring her humor, causing her to chuckle inside my mind. Our bond and abilities have also grown, from being able to shadow blend and shadow travel short distances, to being able to scry through shadow, seeing far off into the distance wherever shadows may reach, and then travel where we can see.

It's not perfect, as there are warded areas that prevent such magic, and I do need an idea of where to look, so I can't just jump through shadows into some unknown and uninhabited island, but by in large, it's truly a fantastic boon and ability.

Hearing footsteps behind me I stop talking with Yumie for now, sensing sensei coming closer, having me turn in his direction, awaiting his arrival.

A minute later he sits in front of me, a solemn demeanor worn like a suit of armor, heavy in the air "it's time" he says, this time in English.

Hearing those words, I understand why his demeanor, my own countenance becoming stiff, a frown marring my face as I nod, taking off my blindfold and opening my eyes to the world after many years. Outside of washing off, the blindfold has always stayed on, and my eyes have stayed closed even when washing, a constant endeavor to see the world around me fully, unblinded by my sight.

It worked, even early on my sharp senses heightened to take in the world around me in many other facets besides sight alone, seeing the world around me fully, a radar of sound, smell, touch, and even taste in the air.

Now I open my eyes again to the world, taking a minute to let my eyes adjust to the world and the light that comes with it, and I mentally prepare myself for the task ahead. I am going to finally forge my own weapon, using knowledge passed down to me by my teacher, skills honed by practice, and my magic to infuse the weapon with my will and intent.

With my magic infused into my weapon, it will make it incredibly difficult to be affected by another's magic, the same idea as to why you can't just transfigure away an enemy's wand, their magic, and its core preventing that.

But this also means that me and my sensei, my grandfather in all but blood are going to soon part ways after I finish my weapon. I am going to set out on my own journey now, to face my own enemies, and to grow through life and adversity, gaining both strength and knowledge. I need to leave and set the foundation for my future before I set off to Hogwarts, to see what I have and what I need to do.

And Sensei has trained me for four years now, building into me a foundation to protect myself and bring unto my enemy's death and annihilation. He has been my guide, my teacher, and my family this entire time, making sure I can survive on my own, and face whatever may come, but now he needs to let me go so I can grow.

Months into the future I will be getting my Hogwarts letter, and before that comes, I need to have done my best to be prepared. Now, I face my sensei, eyes wide open and I nod my head in acknowledgment, "I'm ready" I say and follow after him as we head to the forge.

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Walking into the forge I see that my sensei has a surplus of materials for me to work with so that I can make the weapon I forge truly my own. Though being that I plan to make a magic-infused spear, I go to the various wood choices for me to work with, everything from oak, yew, cherry, and more, but ultimately, I decide on Australian buloke.

Being incredibly dense the wood will be difficult to work with, but it has a beautiful dark color and a dense grain that I find very nice as well. Being such a hardwood, it will make for a fantastic weapon all on its own and for me will become a very durable spear shaft that can take the wear and tear of future fights.

For the next hour, I use my magic to carve down the Australian buloke into a four-and-a-half-foot dowel with a slight curve at the bottom, pushing my intent into the wood, focusing on strength, size control, and transformation. Working with the hyperdense wood was difficult, even using my magic, but I finally have the outline I desire with a straight shaft that goes into a slight curve, a basic outline of Prince Nuada's spear from Hellboy II.

After an hour of work I've finished what I can do for now, leaving it ready to be shaped further in the future but I need to finish the spearhead before I continue with the shaft.

Moving to the metals I collect two different kinds of modern metals, 1084 which is a high carbon steel, and 15N20 which is a high nickel alloy steel. Using my magic, I clean all the metal and stack them into three different Damascus patterns that I will forge weld together for my spear.

The first two patterns I stack into two different billets are a W mosaic pattern and a straight layer mosaic, working on each separately as I hold each billet together using my magic. Inside the forge is charcoal made using the magical Sakura tree also holding my magic, lit using a basic fire elemental spell.

For the next six days, I forge out both extra-large billets, using chi to enhance my hammer blows, feeling the reverberations throughout my body, shaking my very bones. As I draw both out, clean them, and cut them again to stack them all together. After three days inside the forge, resting only a few hours every night, I finally finish my first completed and most complex Damascus pattern, a combined mosaic Damascus that mirrors what can be found on Kyle Royer's blade called Excelsior.

I hot cut off a large piece from the final billet and spend the next day forging that piece out into a three-and-a-half-inch round socket for the spear, the reason I made such an extra-large billet in the first place. I make sure to bevel the edges of the socket before I forge weld it together, simply pushing my magical intent into strength and transformation, using a mandril to get the final shape.

My sensei watching the entire process nods in approval at my attention to detail in the forging of my weapon, I even bore three holes into the socket to be pinned later.

Finally, I start working on the final billet and Damascus pattern, a Merovingian pattern, something that is still difficult to make, but a lot easier than the previous mosaic Damascus. It takes me another day to complete this pattern before I have it shaped to a slight point, ready to become the center of my spear. Heating up both billets in the forge, I push a large amount of my magic into them as I forge weld them together, forcing my intent into cutting, piercing, and transforming into the spearhead.

Working for another six hours I forge weld the two billets together into the basic spearhead shape, the mosaic Damascus surrounding the Merovingian Damascus, tapering into a tang at the bottom of the spearhead.

Grabbing the socket, I heat both in the magical fire and I forge weld the two together. Wiping my brow, I press on, surrounded by the emanating heat of the forge that holds so much of my magic, and I forge out the final shape of the spearhead, four inches at the base, tapering into a fine and deadly point, a foot in length not counting the socket.

After finishing the final shape, the rest of the day is spent refining it using hand files, sped along further using my magic. The next day the spear has finally reached its final form and I heat treat it in the forge once more before quenching it into heated oil containing petals from the Sakura tree and three drops of my blood, doing my best to make a basic blood bind between me and my weapon. After which I once again spend the rest of the day filing the blade, removing any scale from the heat treat, and sand the blade all the way up to five-thousand sanding grit sandpaper.

Already I can see how beautiful the blade is turning out, the mosaic pattern along the edge looking as if it were crafted using metallic jewels with a stunning and wavy center, like rolling and twisting smoke. After sharpening the blade using oilstones, I bring the Damascus patterns to life by acid etching and polishing the blade and socket, revealing a stunning work of art that I am incredibly proud of.

The two patterns of the blade stand out like the finest cut jewels for all the world to see, merging into the beautiful socket, containing its own mosaic pattern. After letting it coffee darken using some highly concentrated instant coffee, the contrast is even more stunning, and I know I've created something truly beautiful as well as deadly.

Going back to my spear shaft I taper one end to fit perfectly into the beveled socket and then use elemental fire to harden the hardwood even further, sanding it after to bring out the stunning grain of the wood. Using some tung oil I use multiple coats to protect it from water and make the grain shine even further.

Fitting the spear to the shaft I use alchemical glue my sensei bought to help permanently bind the socket and shaft together, using the pins that blend in seamlessly as extra insurance in keeping both together. After weeks of work, I breathe out a sigh of relief, completing my weapon after so much meticulous work and magic.

Turning to my teacher I present him my weapon, truly proud of my creation even if it's bittersweet as it represents our soon-to-be parting.

"Beautiful, truly a masterwork of art Elizabeth, well done," he says in English after taking a few minutes to examine my creation.

"Thank you, Sensei," I respond with a low bow, pride filling my heart at his approval of my weapon.

"Now, show me what it can do" he tells with a smile of anticipation.

"Yes Sensei" I respond with an excited smile in return, taking back my spear from him before moving out into the courtyard, three wooden dummies on display, one wearing metal armor.

At full length my spear is five-and-a-half feet which contrasts with my own four-foot-three height, increasing my range of attack substantially. With one hand I stab the spear into one of the dummies, the blade slipping into it like a knife through jelly, with barely any resistance.

Moving through a series of stabs and slashes I dance around the dummies with my spear, jumping high to bring even more momentum to my slashes before finally rolling to pierce one with metal armor covering it, my blade only pausing for a moment before sinking in deep.

Pulling out I back roll away and push my magic into the spear, watching as the shaft shrinks into a foot and a half-length, giving me a two and a foot weapon.

Running forward I use my Jian Shu sword techniques to slice and stab the dummies, jumping, rolling, and dancing around them in graceful and controlled movements. Making use of Classical Chinese dancing and capoeira, I blend in attacks from my foot claws as I slice apart the dummies with my blade and incorporate quick stabs from my hand claws using Wing Chun style punches, not bothering with a full rotation of the fist.

A minute later all the dummies are shredded and cut into pieces under the proud gaze of my sensei, having showcased the effectiveness of my weapon and how I can incorporate the deadliness of my body.

"You have done very well granddaughter of mine. I couldn't be prouder" he says, his eyes shining from unshed tears and a wide smile spread across his face.

"It's because of you Sensei, grandfather, because you saved me, taught me, and gave me a home," I say with a smile of my own.

"No, I taught one who was willing to learn, and you took what I taught and made it your own. You have become family to me Elizabeth, something I thought long since lost to me" he says.

"Thank you, thank you so much, grandfather. You have become the same to me" I say, my own tears falling from my eyes, staining my face, spilling out the love I hold for the man who taught me and gave me a home. But also showing the heartbreak our parting causes me, a pain deep inside my heart.

Laughing at our show of emotions, rare for both of us, he looks to my spear again "An outstanding weapon, more so with its transformative abilities, but not so easily hidden. How do plan to keep it with you?" he asks.

Smirking at him I spin the weapon in my hand before pushing my magic into it once more, watching as it transforms into a charming dark wooden cane, with the spearhead turning into a curved and ornate snake head, mirroring Yumie. Who, after seeing it, was both immensely pleased and touched at the show of affection.

"Both pleasing and genius keeping your weapon in plain sight and underestimated" he said with a smile and laugh.

"Thanks" I say, sharing a smile and laugh of my own. I wanted it to become something smaller, but this is the limit of my current transfiguration abilities currently.

Taking a calming breath, I look at my grandfather and share a sad smile with him, "I'm ready" I say, seeing him nod his acknowledgment.

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Leaving my room, I have on a black Yukata with pink Sakura petals and a crimson obi, with a cotton black undershirt and pants, with black tabi boots. Tucked into my obi is a mokeskin pouch with a magically expanded internal space, which holds the box of magical Sakura petals that can be powdered or made into tea, a collection of my favorite teas, a gift for my sensei, the branch from the Sakura tree, and my white cotton training clothes.

Walking out into the fresh air, my cane/spear hangs from my left arm, and my pitch-black hair tied into a bun at the back of my hair with a senbon holding it into place, I meet my Sensei, knowing that it will be years till we meet once more in person.

"Grandfather" I say, giving him a short bow and small smile.

He smiles in return, holding a few items in his arms, "Granddaughter, you look truly beautiful today as you start on your journey, and I am proud of the woman you are becoming. Though before you leave, I have a few gifts to help you on your way" he says, handing me another mokeskin pouch first.

"In here are five-hundred galleons I got my friend to exchange some money into the right currency to help get you started, I know your parents left you money" he said before I interrupted, "but think of this as my own contribution" he laughed "it's not like I can't spar it Elizabeth, I've built up my own wealth in these five hundred years" he said with a smile.

"Thank you, grandfather" I say with a smile, giving a small bow to show my thanks in return.

Though I am also happy that the wizarding currency is a bit less convoluted in this world, with bronze knuts equivalent to about one pound, silver sickles about ten pounds, and galleons about twenty-five pounds, all UK currency of course.

He nods and smiles again at me before handing me the last item he was holding, a box about a foot wide and a foot and a half tall, "in here are three bottles of the Sakura petal infused sake" he said with a smile and a wink, making me smirk in return. "I promised I would make some and I did, creating a delicious Ginjo sake that has a sweet melon taste and a Sakura flower aroma. Think of me when you drink it in the future, as strong as it is, with your healing and magic, I doubt it will have much of an effect" he says with a laugh.

"Once again, thank you grandfather" I say, a grin spread across my face, letting out a small chuckle.

"Though share that sake with those you bond with in the future, be they new family, friends, or loved ones, it can help heal their bodies, and improve their health. Plus, good company and great sake can settle the mind. May your journey be enlightening and entertaining all the same and remember to enjoy life along the way" he says, giving me a tight hug at the end.

Hugging the man who became my teacher, and the teacher who became my family all the tighter, I let go with a smile before pulling out his gift, a Japanese Elm (Keyaki) box I carved. On the top is an ornate wolf carving I made, surrounded by an uncarved and square border, sanded with a high grit and coated in tung oil.

"I made this for you grandfather so that we can stay in contact even when apart. I may be able to shadow travel here, but I know that you will start to wander the world again after so long in one place" I said to him, his wanderlust a core of who he is.

"This box is so we can exchange letters every few months, using my shadow travel I can always reach inside the box whenever I have a shadow near me. This way, I can leave you letters and take any letters you write in turn" I say, happy that I came up with a way to keep in contact with my wandering grandfather.

He takes the box with a smile and a bow.

Bowing in return and giving him a smile so that I can leave on a high note, I walk away from the man I've lived with for four years with Yumie on my back, stepping into shadow, I start my adventure.

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Stepping out from the shadow of an alley, I arrive in the Japanese magical shopping district on the volcanic island of Minami Iwo Jima, where the Japanese magical school Mahoutokoro is located at the top of the island. The island itself is absolutely covered with wards, all of which I feel prickling across my skin like different waves of feeling, from static electricity to a pulsating warmth.

At the moment, none of these feelings mean anything to me, since I just don't know enough about how to recognize these feelings, but I do know that they're working together to keep the non-magicals thinking this island is uninhabited.

Regardless I can't help feeling the excitement bubble up from my chest and up my spine at finally being able to visit my first magical conclave, seeing the street lined with all kinds of magic-focused businesses. From the menagerie of magical creatures, a large bookstore, various potions, potion supply stores, and even an expanded space trunk store. All of it filled with various witches and wizards, permeating the air with magic and possibilities.

With a wide smile, I make my first foray into this world of magic by asking a few of the locals about recommended wandmakers, all of them pointing me toward a nearby store, saying he was the best crafter in Japan.

He may be the equivalent to Ollivanders in Britain, though how they compare I can't really say, but I know I'll be getting the best available here right now.

After searching for a bit, I finally find my way to an old-looking wand store called 'Yamamoto's Wands', the recommended store, and while the name might not be the most creative, it works. As I entered the store there was an elderly man in the back that I could just make out, seeming to be at a workbench. Heading to the front desk I tap the bell once and begin to wait patiently as the man finishes up his work.

After a few minutes he heads to where I'm waiting, addressing me in Japanese "Yes customer, how may I help you today? Would you like to be fitted for a wand? Or get a custom wand matched?" he asks, offering a short bow, which I return.

Giving the man a polite smile, I get to the heart of the matter "Yes sir, my name is Elizabeth, and I would like to have a custom wand created for me please, and if I may, I would like to offer the wood for my wand. If you find that it fits me or not, I shall concede to your mastery of the art" I say, once again giving a short bow in acknowledgment to his craft.

Seeming to pause for a few heartbeats he stares at me before seemingly coming to a decision, "very well, show me the wood you have in mind, and I will tell you if it can be used for your wand. And I am Yusuke Yamamoto" he says.

Nodding, I pull out the magical Sakura branch from my mokeskin pouch, a ten-inch long and two-inch-thick straight branch from the tree, with a few old cherry blossoms still attached. Handing him the branch I see him rolling it around his hands, but at the same time, I feel his magic reach out to me, comparing both my magic and the branch's magic as well. Comparing the two of us and the resonance or compatibility of our magic, and being how infused it is with my magic, we seem to be very compatible.

"Your magic has completely saturated this branch to the point of aligning its soul to yours. Whatever you did, this will work very well for your wand wood, better than any other I might pair you with. It's an honor to make another cherry wood wand" he says, while also making sure not to pry into my business, which I appreciate.

"Thank you, Master Yamamoto, I appreciate your input and discretion. I assume the wand core is next?" I ask, anticipation tingling up my spine.

"Yes. I shall lay out the cores available and we shall see what you match with best" he says before taking his time to layout various cores such as dragon heartstrings, unicorn and Amaburakosagi hairs, phoenix feathers and lastly, Yatagarasu feathers. Amaburakosagi is a disciplinary youkai and the Yatagarasu is a powerful fire-aligned three-legged crow, with various Japanese dragon heartstrings as well.

"Now, simply move your hand over the various cores and tell me which ones react to you. Understand?" he asks, causing me to nod my head in acknowledgment.

Taking my time I hover my left hand over the various cores, the spear cane hooked onto my right arm. Taking about five minutes in total, I end up with two white dragon heartstrings and two black dragon heartstrings. Having no idea what kind of dragon they're from I send an inquiring look to Master Yamamoto.

"Interesting matches, two heartstrings from a single Light Orochi and two heartstrings from a single Darkness Orochi" he says, looking fascinated at my matches.

"Is the Orochi an eight-headed dragon?" I ask, curious about my wand cores.

Looking confused for a moment his eyes widen in sudden understanding of my question "Ah, no, that's a common misconception among foreigners and uninformed about Japanese dragons, though I see no reason why one as young as you would know either. No, the Orochi is a species of Japanese dragon that comes in eight different breeds: Fire, water, earth, wind, poison, thunder, light, and darkness. Because they can nest together at times, the misconception grew among early non-magicals" he explained to me with a slight smile.

"Interesting!" I exclaim, loving how cool this species of dragon sounded, "will you use all four of the heartstrings?" I ask, curious that I got so many.

"I only need one of each, would you like to buy and keep the others as well? I can store them easily enough in a box with a strong stasis charm" he asks and offers.

Thinking over the offer quickly, I accept his offer with a smile and a bow of thanks. You never know when matched cores could be useful in the future, or even to help prepare my wand in case the worst happens, and it breaks. It would hardly make me helpless, but still, why take the risk of permanently losing my wand?

"Come back tomorrow and the wand will be done, the cost will be five galleons since you provided to wood. Thank you for your patronage" he says with a small bow.

Taking some money from what my grandfather gave me I pay the man before bowing and giving my thanks, heading out soon after, leaving him to his work. I'll pick up the wand, the extra heartstrings, and a holster from him tomorrow, having no need to carry around the latter for now.

I must thank the Japanese insistence on raising their children on a foundation of respect and self-reliance, it makes doing business with adults here much easier, being that they expect me to be doing some shopping on my own.

Walking down the street and browsing the various stores I come across, I pause at a pipe and tobacco store, seeing various pipes advertised in the window and signs showing what tobaccos are sold. I was a little surprised seeing it, though I really shouldn't be, since even I smoked a pipe back in my old life and found it to be a relatively relaxing hobby I enjoyed.

Being that witches and wizards seem to advance rather slowly culturally and technologically due to long lives and magic, pipe smoking as a hobby should still be quite popular.

Heading inside I greet the clerk with a smile and small bow as I browse through the store, enjoying the scent of tobacco once more and admiring the various pipes in all their shapes. I admit that I'm happy at this part of wizarding culture, being fine with the youth taking various risks and hobbies, such as flying hundreds of feet up in the air at extreme speeds.

But that's mainly because the magic in our bodies makes us highly adaptive and resilient, much more than a regular person, so we could actually survive smashing into the ground when flying, though with a few broken bones, and not just dying.

Even Butterbeer is about thirty-five- percent Alcohol by Volume, and young witches and wizards handle it just fine, our magic metabolizing it quickly, with house-elves getting drunk due to their size. Even this would affect me far less due to my regeneration aiding my magic, so I could pretty easily handle something like Firewhisky, which had about an eighty-five percent ABV. Having a sensei who loves his alcohol comes in handy sometimes, who knew?

So, adding in some tobacco into that mix is pretty harmless for even normal wizarding children, just that most don't know how to smoke a pipe so wouldn't bother getting one, or just think it's for old people like their parents or grandparents.

So here I was, browsing various pipes and tobacco for purchase without the clerk bothering me, though some hidden surprise due to the hobby not being very popular in the youth, especially someone my age. Even so, the slight change of the clerk's scent was in the air, giving voice to her surprise, minor though it may have been.

After going through the various pipes on display I settled on three that I liked very much, the first being a Caviler Pipe made from briar with a sandblasted finish, the shape being a bowl on the side of a bamboo shank and a bent stem. The second was the classic wizard pipe that any self-respecting magical should have, a nine-inch-long churchwarden made from stunning briar with an inch deep bowl and some Birdseye grain in the wood.

And lastly, the stereotypical Sherlock Holmes pipe, a Calabash style pipe, but a Gourd Calabash with Meerschaum Cap that fits well in my hand. All totaled they were two sickles, magic-making their creation much easier.

Though what I loved were the enchantment that went with them, an unbreakable charm, a cooling charm, and a focused vanishing charm on the bottom of the bowl to get rid of any built-up liquid and condensation, the bane of all pipe smokers. The clerk was even nice enough to throw in a pack of free pipe cleaners and a nice bamboo tamper for me, earning some sincere thanks on my part.

For the tobacco I decided to put together my own blends from what they had available, which was a rather wide assortment of tobacco. I put together three blends for myself, each at eight ounces total; Mornings Start which was a vanilla cavendish and dark fired Kentucky mixture, Afternoon Delight is a vanilla cavendish, perique, and young Virginia mixture, lastly being Days End having rum cavendish, mature Virginia, perique, white burley, and creamy vanilla, rich caramel, and sweet honey casing. All of which were ribbon cut and were four knuts in total, making me love the ease of magic causing cheaper prices, and all the tobacco and pipes went into my mokeskin pouch.

Seeing that another knut would finish off another galleon I picked up an Old Dominion clay pipe with some Captain Black Royal tobacco, a seven-ounce bag of it, and finished off another galleon. Storing both in a sewn-in pocket inside my yukata, I left the shop well equipped and happy to pick up an old hobby.

Seeing the sun high in the sky I knew I had more than enough time for one more stop today before finding myself an inn, so I decided to stop by an ice cream store I passed for a quick snack.

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Sitting in the afternoon sun while enjoying some matcha ice cream, I notice the momentarily fascinated stares coming my way from the various Japanese people walking around. Though none lasted more than a few seconds before people went about their business again, not wanting to be impolite. The target of their stares was undoubtedly Yumie, the dark as night serpent currently sunbathing around my neck.

Unlike in Britain where snakes are largely associated with the dark and parseltongue is reviled, Japan has a lot more respect for snakes culturally, and parseltongue holds similar esteem. In Japan snakes have been seen as gods, a messenger for a god, or will be able to bring a divine curse and while those beliefs may have waned in both the magical and non-magical world, they are still very respected.

"It's nice to have people not cowering in fear and being respectful at the same time" Yumie hissed out, pleased with the reactions of those around us as she lay placid over my shoulders, warm in the sun.

After chuckling a bit "I agree, always good to have people appreciate how beautiful you are" I respond, giving her a light kiss on the head before I finish up my ice cream.

"Do you want to stay out in the sun or merge again?" I ask Yumie, curious if we'll be drawing more stares, but fine either way.

"I've had enough sun and attention for now thanks, I'll head back to the Sakura tree," she says as she seems to slither into my flesh under my yukata, though in reality, just merging into my skin.

Happy she was back safe and sound in her tattoo form, I start heading to my next destination and the place that will probably be my biggest expenditure, the magical trunk shop. Though I admit I don't know what it will cost considering how ridiculous space can be expanded when looking at Newt Scamander's suitcase, containing multiple ecosystems.

Even if that was an expansive specialty case, though he didn't seem like a rich individual, even the Weasley 's tent was very large inside, and they definitely didn't have money to waste.

'Ultimately, I'll just have to see how it goes I think to myself as I make my way to the locally recommended magical trunk shop, noticing the place looks well maintained. The solid wood counter was clean and well-polished, the open windows gave easy bright lighting to the place, and various trunks were prominently displayed.

"Hello customer, how may I help you today" the middle-aged man at the counter asked and greeted me with a bow.

"Hello sir, I was wondering what kind of trunks you had and the prices for the various levels of enchantments" I ask with a smile and a small bow in return.

Giving me a smile, the man goes on to explain their model lineup for trunks moving to a basic brown one, "We have our basic model trunks that have a single compartment with a small expansion charm that gives you five square feet of room, more than enough space for your school supplies and run about two sickles, depending on add-ons. Other enchantments can be put on after purchase as well" he said with a smile.

Next, he moved on to another trunk, this one a beautiful mahogany sanded to a high degree and treated with some form of oil. "Above our basic model is our multi-compartment trunk that has three to nine compartments with ten square feet inside each compartment and comes charmed to keep everything still inside as you move around. Each compartment can have built-in shelves and racks for your books and potion supplies. These run anywhere from two to ten galleons depending on compartment number and additions" he said. His smile is a bit wider, obviously proud of his work, understandably so, the chest itself is beautiful and I can feel the strong enchantments from here.

Next, he moved to a black trunk covered in well-worked leather that seemed to shine with a life all its own, and its enchantments were by far the strongest so far, "These are one of our most expensive models due to the enchantments involved and the number of materials used. These are our Steamer Trunks, also knowns as your home in a trunk, with the option for multiple compartments but the main draw being an expanded space that goes from a small fifty square foot apartment to a thousand square foot house and grounds. These can range from fifty to one hundred and fifty galleons depending on the size, compartments, enchantments, and if you want a dragon hide casing to cover it" he explains with a proud smile.

"Wow, that's absolutely incredible" I say, expressing my sincere amazement at what's available. Even knowing what Newt had for a suitcase still doesn't compare to seeing the real thing and being able to feel the magic coming off the trunk he was showing.

Though seeing what's available makes me think Newt's trunk must have run over a thousand galleons to get as a special order. So, either he was more well off than I thought, saved for a long time to prepare to get the trunk made, or maybe had Dumbledore help him make it.

"Can you do custom orders as well?" I ask, hopeful I can get a mixture of things to make the perfect trunk for me.

"That is more than possible but can also get very expensive, will your parents allow you to make that kind of expenditure?" he asks, knowing that allowing your children some self-reliance will only go so far.

Suddenly bring up a sad expression at his question, my eyes gleaming with unshed tears "I'm an orphan sir, and before my grandfather went on his own journey, he left me some money to help me make my own way. I plan for this trunk to be my refuge when I go to school and to last me the rest of my life" I say as I look up at him with teary eyes. Technically everything I said is mostly true, he doesn't need to know my grandfather is going on a literal journey rather than a metaphysical one.

Looking at me with sympathy clouding his eye he nods his head in understanding "Very well, tell me what you have in mind for a regular or Streamer chest, and then we can talk about it" he said, wearing a kinder and sympathetic smile this time.

"Thank you very much sir" I say with a soft smile, "what I have in mind is a six-compartment trunk; one to hold teapots and a collection of Japanese, Chinese, and British teas, a bar chest for when I'm older that holds a collection of cups, sake, scotch, whisky, and beer if that's okay, and the third compartment holding some pipes and a collection of tobacco, will all that be fine?" I ask, wanting to make sure nothing would be to much of an issue so far.

"All of that should be perfectly fine so far, just adding some stasis charms to the tea, tobacco, alcohol drawers and some expansion charms to drawers themselves. Also, since you want to keep some beer in the future, Butterbeer at a guess" he says with a laugh "I'll make sure to add a strong cooling charm for a bigger drawer for the beers, and that's some smart planning for the future" he says, chuckling.

"Thanks!" I say with a smile, my grandfather made sure the concept of long-term planning was ingrained into me, both for my enemies and my potentially very long life.

"The next compartments are the bigger ones I had in mind; a two-hundred square foot potions room, a four hundred square foot dojo room with tatami mats with a one-hundred-yard archery range that's about five-feet across, and the biggest room I want is the full thousand square foot space with an eight hundred square foot house, will all that be fine?" I ask.

"Definitely doable, the potions room will need a ventilation charm added and stasis a stasis charm for the ingredient storeroom, some temperature control for the dojo, the archery range can be a five-foot closet in the dojo that you can turn the expansion charm on and off for, and an atmospheric charm for the home compartment, with stasis charms for the food cupboards. Do you know what kind of environment you want around your home?" he asks.

"Umm" I say, stalling for a moment, not thinking that far into my traveling home, "I think a forest environment set in fall would be great, and maybe a small backyard as well, fifty square feet, with ten square feet in the middle being rich soil mixed with dragon dung. I think that is supposed to be great for the soil. What do you think?" I ask, feeling excited about it all coming together.

"All of that should be perfectly fine though will take some time to get it all together. What about protections, do you want the basic package or the full package" he asks.

"Full package" I say immediately, "though what does the full package include?" I ask, feeling a little embarrassed jumping at it right away without knowing what it includes, though I know I want it as protected as possible.

"The full package includes Ukrainian Ironbelly hide over the Steamer trunk, making it as strong as steel and incredibly resistant to magical attacks, further strengthen by inscribing an unbreakable runic scheme into the chest itself" he explained.

"After that, I can add a blood binding ward to the trunk so it will only open for you and those to add to the ward. The ward itself will give three warnings, a nasty shock a first that will numb the hand, a second time will blow them back, and a third time will be a full-body shock before knocking them out" he said, impressing me with how serious he takes protections.

"The last thing I can add will also be expensive, which is a set of three Goblin Wrought Silver locks that are almost unbreakable, at least not without extensive knowledge and time to break through them, and that's after having to break the blood tied ward. The lock can open to a verbal password or when you get your wand, placing your wand on each lock and thinking your password" he explains with satisfaction, which he has a right to, at this rate, it would be easier to destroy the trunk with Fiendfyre than being able to break into it.

"How much for all of that?" I ask, excited at such a well-protected refuge.

"Adding it all together with the protections and the standard shrinking and enlarging enchantments, with the weightlessness and the charms so the interior isn't disturbed, it should come out to two-hundred-and-fifty galleons when rounded down" he explained.

"Wow, that's a lot" I have to say, understanding but still a bit surprised, "I am curious, how much would a library trunk cost with the maximum space and protections? And how long would it take to get everything finished?" I ask, honestly very curious.

"Well, with a library trunk have similar enchantments to the other trunk, the same protections, all the shelves added in, and expanding it to the maximum I can do, it should run fifty galleons. And getting everything done, I should be finished by the end of tomorrow" he says, shocking me.

"How?!" I exclaim, thinking it would have taken him much longer to get it all done and finished.

Once again, he chuckles at my reaction, childish as it was, "If I was starting it from scratch, it would take me much longer, maybe about a month, but I already have most of what you want as part of other trunks. The only thing that will take time is permanently transfiguring things for the dojo" he says, causing me to nod in understanding.

"For the tea, bar, and tobacco compartments you open the Steamer trunk vertically, with one side holding the pipes, cups, and teapots, with the other holding the tobacco, teas, and alcohol depending on the setting of the dial on the front of the trunk. PT will be for pipes and tobacco, T will be for the tea compartment, and A will be for the bar compartment of the trunk" he tells me, making sure he's clear and I understand.

"For the last three compartments you lay the trunk down horizontally and step into the various rooms that the dial with indicate. PL will be the potions lab, D will be for the dojo, and H will be for your home compartment which will have a forest, garden, and a traditional Minka home where you can access the first three compartments as well. How does that sound?" he asks.

"That sound great, and thank you for being so clear about everything, though for the house, could you make one of the room a small library room as well?" I ask and he nods his acceptance at my request.

"I admit, I'm really excited to see the result of all your work. Again, thank you!" I say with a happy smile and short bow. After which I take out my mokeskin pouch, counting out half the required galleons I give him now, saving the other half for when I pick up the trunk

Thanking him one more time, he returns the thanks for my patronage of his business, and with a final bow to each other I leave the shop, seeing the sun has started to fall. Taking a bit of time to request directions to the nearest inn, I check in quickly into a basic inn and tuck myself into the futon in my room.

One thing I know for sure is that tomorrow will be an exciting day, I think as darkness claims me and I fall into the land of dreams.

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Waking up with a stretch and yawn, I see that Yumi is already awake and basking in the morning sun next to an open window.

"Enjoying yourself?" I ask with a chuckle as my friend and familiar lay languid by the window, the golden rays a contrast to her vantablack body, though the faint dark green between her scales shows a slight highlight as well.

"Immensely" she responded with a lazy hiss, her comfort readily apparent to me, making me smile wider at her.

Seeing that she was quite happy where she was, I went and put on a loose-fitting white cotton yukata before opening the shoji sliding door, requesting some breakfast from the proprietor. After waiting for a bit, I enjoyed a very nice morning meal of mackerel, rice with natto on top, some miso soup, and a lovely cup of green tea.

After finishing up my meal I asked the inn owner if I could rent the room for the rest of the day, that way I could bring my packages back throughout the day in preparation for my new trunk. After paying a few bronze knuts, the room was mine for today and tomorrow, and I headed out to the wand store first, having thrown on my black yukata, Yumie merging back into me as I leave.

Enjoying the crisp morning that had a nice but slight biting chill I made my way back to 'Yamamoto's Wands' as the golden hues of the morning sky fled as the sun began to fully take hold.

Making sure that the store was open and finding that, yes it was, I head inside, excitement electrifying my spine, curious to see how my wand will have turned out and finding out why witches and wizards treasure their wands so much. Even Voldemort highly valued his wand, seeing it as a part and extension of himself, only looking for a new wand when his couldn't beat Harry's.

I may never want to be reliant on my wand in regards to being able to use my magic and I will do my best to make sure I stay true to that, but nonetheless, it should be a powerful tool to have in my arsenal.

Heading inside the shop I find Yusuke Yamamoto at the front, diligently cleaning the counter before he pauses as he sees me.

"Master Yamamoto, I hope you've had a good morning" I greet him with a bow.

"Good morning Ms. Elizabeth, and yes, my morning has been well, thank you for asking. Also yes, I do have your wand ready" he replies, a small bow in return and a wide smile as well.

"Great!" I exclaim with a smile of my own, my excitement taking hold of me with a jolt, bringing a chuckle out from the man in front of me, a bit to my embarrassment. But hey, I'm young, I can ignore some of the more common and at times stoic formalities, at least I think so.

I head up to the counter as he heads to the back, going to grab my wand, and he quickly returns holding a black box similar to what I remember from Ollivanders from the films. After opening the box, he reveals my wand, making my breath hitch at the work and beauty of his creation, my respect for his work rising to new heights.

The wand he reveals looks very similar to a stiletto dagger, the blade or main body of the wand tapering into a triangular section and sharp point. The lower half of the wand has a turned ricasso, and the hilt/handle has short turned quillons exquisitely carved into the wand, with each ball skillfully chiseled with foliage and cherry blossom flowers. The wand was finished in some tung oil it seems, bring out the wood grain from the light-colored wand.

Looking at the wand I look up to Master Yamamoto, "just from sight alone I can tell this was masterfully made and a phenomenal work of art, and you have my sincerest compliments for your work" I say, my voice heavy with emotion, honesty painting my words.

Giving me a bow and a proud smile, "Thank your Ms. Elizabeth, I am proud to have worked on a cherry wood wand once again, especially such a combination of magical wood and cores. Thank you for the opportunity to create such a wand for you" he says, giving me another, slightly deeper, bow this time.

"Your mastery and skill undoubtedly shows through your creation, though if I may ask, did you have any troubles along the way?" I ask, wondering if the magical cherry wood caused him problems at all.

"Ah yes, haha, I learned when working with the wood that I had to make sure I made complete cuts into the wood, fully removing the pieces I had in mind, or the wood had a tendency to heal back up. It amazed me honestly, even if it made working with the wood more difficult" he informed me.

The information came as a bit of a surprise because while I knew the original Sakura tree had strong healing capabilities, I didn't expect the removed branch to keep those abilities.

He soon continued, breaking me out of my contemplation "another interesting aspect of the wood was it became harder and harder to carve into as I worked to the point of actually having to enchant my tools to help me finish the final wand after I bonded the cores into it" he told me, surprise coloring his voice.

"I can tell you now that your wand should be very hard to break, and as long as it's not completely destroyed, it should be able to self-repair. Again, it was great to create such a unique wand, thank you for the opportunity, Ms. Elizabeth. Now we just need to see how well it bonds to you" he said.

"No, thank you Master Yamamoto for your hard work and your masterful display of skill" I say with a smile before holding out my left hand, happy that I'm ambidextrous.

When he places the wand in my hand I feel an immediate connection to my wand, much more than a tool like I thought, but like an old friend to me and my magic, feeling the wand and my magic seamlessly connect to each other. Gripping the handle of the wand, the shadows in the shop seem to darken, a pitch-black void that seems to crawl toward me, hungry and grasping.

I hear its whispers, so dark and alluring, welcoming me into their embrace, as the shadows crawl forward and up my body, holding me close like a loved one.

But then it all seems to shift, the shadows retreating, not in fear but more in respectful acquiesce to an equal and light fills the shop, a beacon to the once crawling darkness. I feel it and understand, we complete each other, me and my wand, and she will take my magic and make it roar!

I hold true to the belief that I will never solely rely on my wand alone, being able to do everything my wand will let me do, but I understand this connection so many witches and wizards cherish. I know my wand will be loyal to me and me alone, follow me through the pains and joys of life, and take what magic I do and magnify it further.

Coming out of my daze after connecting with my wand I see the pure shock and awe of Master Yamamoto over the showing of me connecting with my wand. Unlike in the UK, Japan doesn't have the unthinking hatred of Dark magic or the idolism of Light magic, understanding it's the actions of the person and what they do that matters. So, such a showing of Dark and Light received awe and respect from him, rather than fear or hatred, though shock at the strength.

"Truly an incredibly strong connection and bond with your wand already. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to see such a sight. It was an honor taking part in the of such a wand, truly, the world will tremble at whatever path you take Ms. Elizabeth" he says, giving me a deep bow.

"Thank you, Master Yamamoto, truly," I say, giving a deep bow in return, incredibly happy with my new wand.

After buying a wand holster for a few sickles, made from dragon hide, having an anti-summoning charm, a notice me not charm, and a charm to shoot the wand into my hand, I left the store with a wide smile.

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After I left the store with my wand holster, Yumie peeked out from my yukata, informing me that the connection to my wand helped her as well, embowering her connection to the darkness and shadow. Whereas before she would blend into shadow, see through the shadows, and travel through them, that was when she wasn't merged with me. Now, with both of our deeper connections, she can do all that while we are merged, increasing her attack potential, and making us both happy with that.

Regardless of the small power-up, I still had some shopping to do in preparation for getting my new portable home in a trunk.

For my tea compartment, I went to a store and bought a few different teapots, such as a tetsubin (cast iron) teapot, a HÔhin pot, a clay Yokade kyusu (side-handle pot), an English teapot with an infuser, and even a matcha set with a bowl, bamboo whisk, and bamboo scoop.

Basically, I made sure I was ready for any occasion when having tea with others, and that I could make tea for myself whenever I wanted as well.

I also bought a selection of Japanese, Chinese, and even a few English loose-leaf teas, since variety is always nice. A variety of teacups that matched each style of pot also made sure to make its way into my list of purchases at that shop as well. All of it fit into a single box with an expansion charm and a weightlessness cham.

A shop that was close by the tea shop had the more mundane usual cookware for my new home as well, the more Japanese style of cookware obviously. A small grill for fish, an enchanted rice cooker for always perfect rice, various pans and pots, a wok, and plenty of sharp knives for the collection.

A very nice sushi set was also a great purchase, going well with the bento boxes and thermos that both had stasis charms on them. Making sure to grab some regular plates and cups to finish off my purchases at that store. Heading to the food store nearby, I was able to stock up on all the necessities for food as well, all of it under a stasis charm lasting until tomorrow.

Taking all of this to my room at the end, I stored it for later for when I could start stocking it inside my new Steamer trunk. All of this together knocked off about another three galleons from me, leaving me with a hundred-and-ninety left, with one-hundred-and-fifty set to the side for the trunk. Now I just need to start getting supplies for my other trunk compartments and a few things for my new home.

As for the bar compartment, not even I could tell a good enough of a lie to be able to stock up that part of my trunk just yet, but this is when I just worked smarter and not harder, I cheated.

After I had everything stored away, I used the provided ink and brush to tell my grandfather how I was doing, about my new wand and mentioned my new trunk as well. I also made sure to mention that I planned to move the Sakura tree so no one else could stumble across it and to just let me know if he ever needed any more petals.

Seeing as he knows about my strong regeneration and magic, and he does love his alcohol, I asked him to send me his favorite selection of sake, scotch, whisky, and beer that I could use to fill out my bar compartment. In return, I mentioned where I got my new trunk, and that he could pick up his own expanded bar trunk that could shrink and enlarge with a voice password, paid for by me.

All he had to do when he got it all together would be to leave a reply note in his box telling me he's ready and leave the open box and the alcohol in a shadowed area for me to find and summon.

Sending off the letter through the shadows and into his box, all I could do for now was some more shopping as I waited for his response. Considering what I was waiting for, I went to another shop and bought various glasses for alcohol, making the proprietor a bit suspicious in the process.

After about an hour of looking around I found some cups that I liked and that fit what I had in mind; some o-choko (small cups), guinomi (large cups), sakazuki (flat cups), masu (wood box cups), Glencairn glasses, and some snifter glasses as well. I was very happy with the quality of everything I found, though all totaled it cost me another two galleons considering the quality of it all.

After stopping at the tobacco store and getting a few pounds of my previous blends; Mornings Start, Afternoon Delight, Days End, and a few more bags of Captain Black Royal, I headed back to my room at the end.

A bit mentally tired from all the shopping and knowing I had more to do, I took a break and spent the next hour by the window, puffing leisurely on my clay pipe, smoking some of the Royal tobacco.

It was when I was near the end of my second bowl when I was alerted to a note from my grandfather's letter box, causing me to feel out the location, take a look, and summon a giant stash of alcohol bottles, three of each kind. The note on top of the pile just told me to enjoy, that he was happy things were going well for me and that he would be by in a week to pick up his new trunk, which he thanked me for.

He made sure to get some very good alcohol of course, with things like Hakkaisan Tokubetsu sake, Twenty-six-year-old Lagavulin Scotch, and even some aged Ogden's Old Firewhisky and some Butterbeer. Obviously very happy with the wide selection of alcohol, I made sure to store it in the corner for later, a wide smile on my face, and very thankful for my rather morally flexible grandfather.

Heading out again, my next big expenditure was for my potions lab, making sure it was fully stocked according to the woman running the store. I might not know much about potions yet, but I wanted to make sure I was prepared for anything I might need since the knowledge could help in resurrecting my mother later.

In the end, I dopped another twenty galleons alone on potion ingredients, enough to fill out the supply closet for a Master at potions, all the ingredients packaged separately and then stored in another space expanded box with the usual stasis charm on top.

The cauldrons were another ten galleons, all four of them; a pewter one for the slowest brewing, a brass one that brewed even faster, and a copper one that was for a very experienced potion master since it brewed the fastest of all three basic cauldrons.

The last two cauldrons were specialty ones, a silver one and a jade one. The silver cauldron was for very magically potent potions or to increase the potency of normal potions, but because of all the added magic, it brewed extremely fast, so you had to be a master at the potion being made.

The Jade cauldron was the most expensive one and brewed at a similar pace to the silver cauldron, providing a similar effect but with a focus on health-oriented potions, and brewed using a magical flame.

After finishing the hour-long process of filling out my future potions lab I made a quick stop at a music store to pick up a record player with some classical music records, Japanese music, opera, and some music from America like Frank Sinatra. After which I made another stop at my room at the inn to make another drop-off before heading out to shop for a few things for the dojo.

For my dojo compartment, being that I already had my spear, I didn't need anything overly special, but I stopped by another store specializing in martial weapons for a few things I had in mind. One of the first things I bought was a selection of sharpened throwing knives that could be hidden on my body, about six to hide and I bought another six as spares.

The next thing I bought was a new and specialty fitted bow with its own enchantments, which was a small Mongolian recurve bow with a forty-pound draw weight, very happy for my deceptive amount of strength for my size, further helped by my chi.

The enchantments on the bow allowed it to conjure an arrow when magic is channeled into it, an arrow with a needle bodkin arrowhead. The bow could also be shrunk down and attached on to a charm bracelet or belt when not being used, though I plan to have it stored in my dojo since I can summon it when I need to.

While my magic can cover a lot of problems, it also isn't the best for long-range combat.

If I silence the bow, I can use it later for when I need to hit an enemy from a distance, my magic being able to cover mid to close-range attacks easily enough.

When I expand my spell repertoire further and learn to mix dueling with my unarmed, claw, and spear combat, my mid and close-range attacks will be even deadlier, let alone my assassination attacks when needed. All this together ran me another eight galleons because of the specialty enchantments for the bow and because it was a specially made bow rather than a traditional yumi bow.

My last stop before picking up my trunk was probably going to drain my remaining spending money even more, and that was to start filling up my library trunk.

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Ultimately my search for a variety of magical tomes turned out to be highly interesting and incredibly worthwhile, mainly due to fact that the Shinto religion has been around for thousands of years, influencing the magical population as well. Taking the concept that kami or spirits/souls inhabit all things, the direction of Japanese magic has a strong focus on the spiritual side of things and soul magic, while also taking on modern western concepts as well.

Evolving from early onmyōdō magic, I found books pertaining to dispelling weak wards, exorcism that had basic and advanced books, also many basic to advanced books on Elemental magic as well, and various books on curses, rituals, and sealing magic as well. All of these were a treasure trove for me to study later, building up a foundation of esoteric and deadly spells.

There were even some interesting tomes on how to use magic through music, using both the sound and emotion of a song to help empower and shape a spell. While this may not be the most useful for me by in large, it could lead to some fun uses, and maybe a way to embower allies in the future or try out large-scale attacks. Again, while not my first choice in a battle, it's always great to have options.

There were even tomes of magic pertaining to the souls of objects and alchemy books on disassembling the concept of those objects' souls or transferring them. Getting the basic books all the way to the mastery books on both the souls of objects and the alchemy with those souls should help me a lot. One in making future plans for Voldemort's horcruxes, and maybe even being able to transfer my mother's soul from me into another object that I can better protect.

After buying all these books as well as books on Japanese potions, the use of ofuda to make temporary but strong wards, Japanese mental protection techniques using the concept of understanding the kami of an element, and various levels of books concerning spirit magic, I had over a hundred books bought, finishing off another hundred galleons. After they were all stored in a shrunken box, I had to admit I was more than happy with what I found, even if I only had fifty-four galleons left of spending money, the rest still on hold to pay for the trunk.

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Though speaking of my trunk, I can see it on the counter with another trunk that I assume is my library chest, with the locks being a bit less ornamental. Seeing the proprietor I approached him with a happy smile, excited to see how the creation of both trunks went.

"Hello sir, how did everything go?" I ask, hoping no issues happened to crop up.

He smiled, maybe seeing a bit of my worry, "worry not", he definitely saw some of my worries, "everything went fine, and both your home Steamer trunk and library trunk are ready, just put a drop of blood on each and say the password you have in mind" he explains with a smile.

Nodding, I move to my Steamer trunk first, using the tip of my wand to prick my finger, gaining a drop of blood while the wound quickly heals. Putting the drop of blood on the trunk I quickly feel its connection to me, though my magical sensitivity may help a lot with that.

Thinking about a password for my trunk, I know it doesn't have to be something incredibly complex but still needs to be difficult and not easily guessed. After a moment the perfect thing occurs to me, switching to Parseltongue "Harry Potter and Thanos" I hiss out. Two names that would occur to no one and even if one name does, both together would be incredibly improbable to occur to someone.

Looking at the proprietor I can see that he was both surprised and impressed by my use of Parseltongue, but I just give him a small smile before moving to the library chest.

Using my wand to prick my finger again I feel another connection after placing the drop of blood on the trunk, and this time I decide to go with a Gandalf quote in Parseltongue, "Even the very wise cannot see all ends."

Happy with both passwords I look to the shop proprietor again, switching back to Japanese, "thank you very much for all the work you put into both these trunks" I say with a bright smile and a bow.

"You're welcome, would you like to check through the trunks here or later?" he asks.

"I have faith in your work, and I am going to start filling both trunks up very soon, so if any issues do come up, I can quickly come back" I say, figuring that he's earned his good reputation.

"Thank you very much for your faith and patronage" he says with a smile of his own and a bow.

"Actually, I would like to make another order to be picked up by someone else later, around a week from now, would that be possible?" I ask.

"Perfectly possible, though I would need a name and description of the person, what kind of trunk do you have in mind?" he asks, keeping his air of professionalism.

"Great!" I say with a bright and happy smile, once more my age coming through because of my excitement, "I would like another fully expanded trunk like my library, with voice command shrinking and enlarging charms, and the full protection package again." I tell him, wanting to make sure my grandfather gets the best. "And his name is Izo, he an elderly man who wears dark glasses and is blind, but don't worry, he'll find this place easily enough" I let him know.

"All of that is perfectly fine, and since you have been such a great customer, I'll give you a discount, so the trunk cost will be thirty galleons instead of the usual fifty, being that you've already spent three-hundred galleons here" he says with a bright smile.

"Thank you very much sir, that will help a lot" I tell him. Paying him the rest of what I owe and the money for my grandfather's trunk, I give a final parting bow and head back to the inn.

For the next few hours, I make sure to organize everything I bought into the trunk, which turned out perfectly, with everything being easily organized and the home beautiful.

After finishing up I have the rest of my money, all twenty-four galleons of it, exchanged at the local goblin bank, keeping aside a few sickles for later, gaining 91,896 yen, or 600 pounds.

After which I shadow travel to a Japanese bookstore District my grandfather told me about, Jimbocho in Tokyo, which has 150 to 180 bookstores. Spending the next few hours there I fill up my personal home library with a variety of genres, from Romance books, light novels, Sci-fi, Epic Fantasy, and Paranormal Romance, to yuri novels. All of which have included any completed or up-to-date series so that I can spend time inside my personal library to relax with a good book, outside of studying magic, which is still amazing.

Lastly, as the sun began to fall from the sky, painting the sky in gold in preparation of the moon's silver light, I shadow traveled to my magical Sakura tree. Looking up at it I can't help but still find it breathtaking in its beauty and vibrancy, and I work well into the night as I take my time to carefully move it from its resting place, into my trunk, the space enlarging as I move it inside.

I place it in the central section of my karesansui garden, where there is a circular plot of land I had the trunk maker put in, with dragon dunk enriched soil. Taking my time, I plant the tree inside the plot of land, watching it come alive and take root even further, looking as healthy as before. Making a cut on my palm with my wand, I bleed a bit into the soil, helping enrich it with my own magic and healing once again, the cut healing a second after.

Smiling at all I accomplished, I leave my trunk and shrink it, keeping both inside a pocked within my yukata, seeing the nighttime world around me bathed in silver light. Looking around the place I lived for the last four years, I let loose a sigh of melancholy, as it was time to leave and start making plans for the battles ahead.

Once more I step into a shadow, leaving the silver lit world behind, parting from Japan after four years, and heading back into the stagnant and corrupt world of magical Britain, off to rent a room at the Leaky Cauldron.