The Dragon's territory was... a bit of a strange place. A forest, except all the trees seemed to be made of stone, and were absolutely massive. They towered over even the forests of Land of Fire, more like a mountain range than an actual forest.
We had a guide. A small, serpentine eastern Dragon. She had introduced herself as Tian of the Long family. She seemed young, barely able to contain her excitement upon seeing Hagoromo.
Hagoromo had smiled upon finding out he'd been remembered so well, here.
She, in turn, had guided us to the leader of the Dragons.
He was a massive being. Only slightly smaller than Kurama himself, with four even larger wings that were longer and taller than some of the trees, here. He was around about the same age, really. Slightly older than Kurama, but only by a few decade or two.
Reputation had him being completely insufferable. In Hagoromo's presence, he was much more restrained.
Fortunate. Hagoromo told him why I was here, and then he sent me off to the Keyblades while he and Hagoromo caught up.
Which brings me to now.
I stepped into the room. It was a small place, clean. There were two pedestals in the room, and on them...
Keyblades, and Keyblade Armour.
Both Keyblades appeared similar, darker colours dominating their schemes, their shapes long, sharp, and wicked, but aside from that, they were quite simple, much like the Proof of Courage.
The Armour, on the other hand... both sets of Armour had been breached, damaged... Not beyond repair, but cracked and with parts missing nonetheless.
And all of them were of the Darkness...
Oh, dear...
Well, let's get this over with.
I reached forwards, grasping both Keyblades by the handle. The Darkness within them shifted, reaching out, and connected with me.
A Wielder? It has been too long.
Twin Keyblades forged long ago by the closest of friends.
You protect. You have love. And you seem so familiar...
These Keyblades were handed down from master to successor. Every generation, stronger than the last, every generation, more corrupt than the last. Time twisted once-great lines of Key Bearers into tyrants who lusted only for power. The legacy ended when the wielders turned upon each other, and the bond of friendship was broken forever. Both wounded the other severely, and when one died, the other was finished off by a noble sage.
We are yours. Wield us wisely.
Their names are Protector's Tenacity and Guardian's Resolve.
They pulsed within my hands, accepting me. Then, they vanished, settling inside of me alongside the Proof of Courage.
Hey.
Alright.
Yo. Sup.
Next, I pick up the armor, pressing the pauldrons. The armour itself vanishes, leaving behind only those piece...
Which is still cracked, but I... might be able to fix that? Hopefully.
Later, though. For the moment, I just put them away.
Alright, done here.
"Thank you, Hagoromo."
"It was little trouble." Hagoromo said. "And I must admit that I was curious to see how the Dragons have been doing."
"No one can begrudge you for that." I shrugged. "Oh, by the way, I've got another question for you."
"Yes?"
"What do you know about the moon?"
I stared.
A white haired young man was bowing deeply to Hagoromo.
This...
This was a thing that was happening.
"When-" Hagoromo paused. "When, exactly, do you intend to... drop the moon on the planet?"
"Twenty years." Toneri said, happily.
"Could you... not do that?"
Toneri frowned. "But, isn't that Hamura-sama's will?"
Hagoromo opened his mouth, then closed it.
"Hamura has got a lot to answer for."
"You know what?" Hagoromo said. "Yes he does. Hamura."
Chakra surged, and another presence appeared among us.
Hamura looks different to Hagoromo. Less creases on his skin, but the ones he does have are deeper. He's a bit gaunt, his hair a pale white.
"Hmm? Hagoromo? How are you-"
"Hamura." Hagoromo interrupted. "What's this about a plan to drop the moon on the planet?"
"... What?"
"I will be very, very clear." Hamura held his hand up. His descendants, Toneri and his father, who looked about as old as Hamura himself did, looked on, the entirety of their attention commanded by Hamura. "Do not drop the moon on the planet."
"But-"
"Do not. Drop. The moon. On the Planet." Hamura stressed. "I don't know where this idea that dropping the moon on the planet was my will came from, but it's wrong. Do not drop the moon on the planet. Repeat that."
"Do not drop the moon on the planet." They chorused.
"Do not drop the moon on the planet." Hamura echoed. "Under no circumstances should you do that. At all."
"Yes, Hamura-sama."
"So..." Hagoromo gained a tiny smirk. "Your descendents went crazy."
"Yours did too!" Hamura shot back.
"Mine were manipulated over a thousand years by one of Mother's fragments. Yours went nuts all by themselves." Hagoromo smirked the smirk that all older siblings had when they won something. "That's two out of three."
"If you two could not argue over whose descendants managed to almost destroy the world more, that'd be great. Maybe actually do something useful, like go around and check on them, instead."
Alright.
Keyhole.
It's in the same room where the Statue of the Outer Path was once hosted. Where there is now nothing.
Except the Keyhole.
I summon the Proof of Courage, and the Keyhole lights up, becoming distinct on the walls.
I pointed it at the Keyhole.
Connection.
I twisted.
Click.
Thrice, now. A third cornerstone.
And it's done. Simple, easy, took two seconds, why was it so damned hard to find the damned thing.
Into hammerspace the Gummi Block went, and finally... finally.
A tug.
I pause for a moment.
Tch... Another thing.
Well, it can wait.
Got things to do.