Asukazen continued his training, honing his skills with elemental magic and combat techniques alongside the other young keyblade wielder children. They watched in awe as he conjured powerful balls of fire and thunder in his hands, displaying a level of mastery beyond his age. Asukazen's green aura intensified with each spell, giving him an air of maturity that didn't go unnoticed.
One of the children, a curious boy, couldn't help but ask.
Young Wielder 13: Hey, Asukazen, I've been wondering... Why don't you use your Keyblade like the rest of us?
Asukazen hesitated for a moment, his expression growing tense. He took a deep breath before responding, choosing his words carefully.
Asukazen: I... I'm dealing with a rare condition. (he replied, his tone calm yet strained.) Using the Keyblade would only aggravate my symptoms.
Young Wielder 7: A rare condition? That sounds serious. I hope you'll be okay.
Young Wielder 13: Yeah, take care of yourself, Asukazen. We're all rooting for you.
Asukazen acknowledged their words with a curt nod, his expression remaining stoic and unreadable. He turned his attention back to his training, focusing on the intricate manipulation of the elemental forces at his fingertips. His green aura intensified with each spell, casting an eerie glow on his surroundings.
Chirithy, however, knew that it was just another one of his stubborn lies. The Dream Eater couldn't help but feel frustrated by Asukazen's refusal to embrace his full potential. But the child's demenor and obstinacy formed an impenetrable barrier.
As the training continued, Asukazen's green aura continued to strengthen, and the other children were in awe of his raw magical talent.
As the training session drew to a close, the sun began its descent, painting the sky in hues of orange and crimson. Shadows lengthened across the training grounds, casting an ominous atmosphere. Asukazen remained focused on his practice, his eyes narrowed in concentration as he unleashed a final barrage of elemental attacks on the battered dummies.
With the last of the targets reduced to smoldering heaps, Asukazen straightened his posture, his chest heaving with exertion. He surveyed the destruction he had wrought, the acrid scent of burnt wood and molten metal filling his nostrils. Without a word, he turned and started walking towards the materials room and the forge room, his footsteps echoing in the eerie stillness of the training grounds.
Inside the materials room, Asukazen began meticulously inspecting the wooden logs, his hands running over their rough surfaces as he assessed their quality and durability. The logs varied in size and shape, some with knots and gnarls that spoke of their age and resilience. Asukazen's fingers traced the grain patterns, his eyes narrowed in concentration as he searched for the perfect specimens to suit his needs.
Finally, Asukazen found a wooden log that satisfied his requirements. It was sturdy and thick, twice his size, and he knew it would be perfect for his plan. He hefted the log onto his shoulder with ease, surprising Chirithy with his strength.
[A] Chirithy's stress grew as it watched Asukazen carry the log towards the forge room.
[A] Chirithy: W-What are you planning to do with that? (the Dream Eater asked, its voice laced with apprehension)
Asukazen glanced at Chirithy briefly, his brow furrowed in mild annoyance at the question. Without uttering a word, he entered the forge room, the heavy wooden log balanced on his left shoulder.
With a swift motion, Asukazen heaved the log onto the round forge, the impact creating a loud thud that echoed throughout the room. The sudden noise drew the attention of the onlookers, their eyes widening in surprise and anticipation.
Focusing his energy in his hands, preparing to use 'Creation Magic,' the wooden log became enveloped in a green line of aura. The wind sliced through the log, and each piece levitated and recombined under Asukazen's magical prowess. The Dream Eater watched, unimpressed, knowing that its wielder was once again trying to avoid using his Keyblade.
[A] Chirithy: You're making Wooden swords? (Chirithy scoffed, its tone dripping with disapproval.) You do realize that mere wooden swords are useless against Heartless, don't you?
Asukazen continued his work calmly, not bothered by the skepticism. In a quiet tone, he replied.
Asukazen: This is for the tournament, not for the missions. I require something different for this purpose.
The other wielders and their Chirithies watched the scene unfold, their expressions ranging from amusement to disbelief. They huddled together, whispering among themselves.
One keyblade wielder girl whispered to her Chirithy.
Young Wielder 10: What is he doing? is this for the upcoming tournament?
Her Chirithy nodded in agreement, adding.
[CW10] Chirithy: It's certainly an unusual choice. Perhaps he has a specific strategy in mind. (the Chirithy replied, trying to make sense of Asukazen's actions.)
Another group of keyblade wielders and their Chirithy watched with raised eyebrows. One of the Chirithy's chimed in.
[CW1] Chirithy: Well, it's his decision. Maybe he's got a trick up his sleeve. (one of the Chirithies remarked, shrugging its tiny shoulders.)
At a distance, one of the keyblade wielder children observing the scene as well remarked.
Young Wielder 11: Does he really think wooden swords will give him an edge in the tournament? (a boy scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain.) He clearly doesn't understand the world we live in. What a waste of time and effort.
[CW11] Chirithy: (nodding) A Keyblade can effortlessly slice through wood. Those wooden swords won't provide much protection against the other participants' weapons.
Young Wielder 2: His Chirithy must be so embarrassed right now. I almost feel sorry for the little guy. (another child remarked, a smirk playing on their lips.)
The onlookers were well aware of the destructive power and lethality of a Keyblade. As a weapon of light, it possessed the ability to cut through almost anything with ease, rendering even the strongest of materials vulnerable to its might. In comparison, a wooden sword was nothing more than a fragile toy, easily shattered by the slightest strike from a Keyblade.
As Asukazen focused on crafting his wooden swords, the others couldn't help but wonder if he truly intended to use them in the tournament. The idea of facing off against Keyblades with mere wooden weapons seemed absurd, and they questioned whether Asukazen fully grasped the gravity of the situation.
[A] Chirithy: I don't understand. What do you hope to achieve by using those wooden swords in the tournament? Any Keyblade wielder could easily slice through them like a hot knife through butter. Keyblades are far superior to a mere wooden sword! I implore you, please reconsider your decision!
Asukazen remained calm and composed as he turned to face his Chirithy. In a flat, almost dismissive tone, he replied.
Asukazen: Your opinion is irrelevant. I have a strategy in place. Two more days of preparation will suffice.
[A] Chirithy let out an exasperated sigh, its small body deflating with frustration. It knew all too well how stubborn and single-minded Asukazen could be once he had made up his mind. While the Dream Eater respected his autonomy, it couldn't help but feel a gnawing sense of concern for his well-being.
The other Chirithies present in the forge room couldn't contain their amusement at the sight of [A] Chirithy's frustration. Laughter echoed through the space as they watched the usually composed Dream Eater struggle to reason with its obstinate wielder.
[CW5] Chirithy: (giggling) Look at that! I've never seen a Chirithy so flustered before!
[CW8] Chirithy: I guess even Chirithies have their limits when it comes to their wielders' stubbornness.
[A] Chirithy shook its large, rounded head, feeling the heat of embarrassment rising beneath its fur. It knew that any further attempts to change Asukazen's mind would be an exercise in futility.
Unfazed by the taunts and amused glances directed his way, Asukazen stroded out of the Unicornis Union's headquarters. [A] Chirithy quickly scampered after him, desperate to escape the humiliation it felt in the presence of its fellow Dream Eaters.
[A] Chirithy: Asukazen, wait for me! (the Chirithy called out, its voice tinged with a mix of frustration and desperation as it struggled to keep pace with its wielder.)
Suprinsingly, its wielder slowed his steps ever so slightly, allowing the Chirithy to catch up and walk alongside him. It was a small gesture, but one that saved the Dream Eater from further embarrassment in front of its peers.
[A] Chirithy: So, about those wooden swords... (the Dream Eater began hesitantly.) Are you absolutely certain you want to use them in the tournament?
Asukazen glanced at Chirithy, his expression a mix of annoyance and resignation. After a moment of contemplation, he responded in a quiet, matter-of-fact tone.
Asukazen: It will suffice.
[A] Chirithy: (sighing heavily) I just don't understand, Asukazen. Why put yourself at such a disadvantage?! The other participants will be wielding Keyblades, and you'll be armed with nothing but wooden swords!
Despite his Chirithy's persistence and attempts to persuade him otherwise, Asukazen remained steadfast in his decision. He had his own agenda for choosing the wooden swords, and no amount of persuasion would deter him from his intended course of action.
Asukazen walked through the streets of Daybreak Town, his pace steady and unhurried. [A] Chirithy followed alongside him, no longer feeling the need to float rapidly as a particle of light. The soft glow of the streetlights illuminated their path as night began to fall, casting long shadows across the cobblestone streets.
As they made their way back to Asukazen's house, [A] Chirithy's mind wandered to the earlier incident at the Unicornis Union's headquarters. The memory of being mocked by the other Chirithies still stung, and the embarrassment lingered like a bitter aftertaste. Yet, amidst the humiliation, [A] Chirithy couldn't help but notice the small act of consideration Asukazen had shown by waiting for it to catch up.
In the quiet of the evening, [A] Chirithy's thoughts swirled with mixed feelings. On one hand, it was frustrated by Asukazen's stubbornness and refusal to use his Keyblade, knowing that he could be so much more powerful if he embraced it. But on the other hand, it couldn't help but appreciate the consideration Asukazen had shown earlier.
[A] Chirithy: (in his mind) He acts like he doesn't care, but I know he does. ([A] Chirithy mused to itself.) He might be stubborn, but he's not heartless. It's just... his way of protecting himself, I guess.
Upon reaching his house, Asukazen entered, his footsteps echoing in the stillness of the night. He carefully placed the two wooden swords he had crafted on a nearby table, arranging them side by side with a meticulous precision.
[A] Chirithy perched itself on a wooden table, its gaze fixed on Asukazen as he focused on the swords with the use of 'Alteration Magic.' The room was enveloped in a heavy silence, broken only by the soft creaking of the floorboards beneath Asukazen's feet.
The green aura intensified, swirling around the weapons in intricate patterns. The wood began to shift and change, its fibers rearranging themselves under Asukazen's magical influence. The swords' edges rounded and thickened, forming a blunt, club-like surface The handles elongated slightly, providing a more secure grip, while the overall balance of the weapons was fine-tuned to perfection. The density of the wood increased, making the swords more durable and resistant to damage. It was a delicate process, requiring precision and control.
Once the process was complete and most of his aura and energy had been absorbed into the two wooden swords, Asukazen stepped back, a flicker of satisfaction crossing his face. He gave the swords one final appraising look before turning to head upstairs to his bedroom.
His mind was now consumed by thoughts of Blizzard. He wondered if his former enemy had heeded his advice and trained for the upcoming tournament. Yet, a nagging doubt gnawed at the back of his mind. Blizzard's absence during Asukazen's critical condition after the incident with the 'Pale Giant' spoke volumes. The lack of visits, even in his most vulnerable state, only reinforced the bitter truth that Blizzard harbored resentment towards him.
Asukazen: (inner thoughts) He still resents me, and rightfully so. I failed to consider the consequences of my actions. And now, we find ourselves in this reality, a prison of sorts, with the looming threat of another... No. I cannot... I do not wish to experience that nightmare again. It would have been so much simpler if you had exacted your revenge and ended my miserable existence.
At morning.
The soft morning light filtered through the window, gently rousing Asukazen from his slumber. As he opened his eyes, he felt a sense of temporary relief, knowing that his the Dream Eater had once again consumed his nightmares, leaving him with a fleeting moment of peace. It was a secret appreciation he held within.
As he sat up, he noticed [A] Chirithy staring at him with those calming drawn eyes.
[A] Chirithy: How was your sleep?
Asukazen glanced away, deliberately avoiding direct eye contact. He knew better than to fall into the trap of reverse psychology.
Asukazen: It was adequate. (he replied, his tone calm, carefully concealing any hint of appreciation.)
[A] Chirithy tilted its large rounded head slightly, sensing something beneath Asukazen's exterior. Asukazen on the other hand, knew better. He couldn't let the Dream Eater know that he was aware of the nightly dream-eating.
Asukazen made his way downstairs, grabbing the two wooden swords from the nearby marble table. He could feel the faint line of green aura covering every inch of the swords, the energy he had infused into them the previous night. However, he sensed that the power was already diminishing.
As he went downstairs and placed the swords on a nearby marble table, [A] Chirithy followed him, still having doubts about Asukazen's plan. After all, wooden swords are ultimately inferior to weapons of light. So what was the point?
Placing the wooden swords back on the wooden table, Asukazen focused his energy and magic on them, attempting to reinforce their strength. His green aura escaped from his hands, swirling around the swords, seeking to embed his power within the wooden vessels.
As more of his green aura was absorbed by the wooden swords, they started to shake and pulsate, moving an inch on the table. The phenomenon scared the Dream Eater. Despite his doubts about the effectiveness of wooden swords in such a tournament, he watched with curiosity to see what Asukazen was trying to achieve.
Asukazen: They're not alive. (he stated matter-of-factly.) I'm merely reinforcing them with my energy and aura. It's nothing more than instability.
Grasping the wooden swords, Asukazen's green aura smoked around them, emanating a faint green haze. He concentrated his magic, pouring his strength into the swords to the best of his ability. [A] Chirithy observed in fascination as the swords floated away from Asukazen's grasp, suspended in the air for a brief moment before disintegrating into particles of light.
[A] Chirithy: What kind of magic is that? (the Dream Eater asked inquisitively.)
Asukazen: It's... 'Creation Magic.' With it, I can form weapons and tools from existing materials that are unrelated to a... Keyblade. There are limitations. These swords will hold up for about 30 minutes before they break apart.
[A] Chirithy: (puzzled) How can a twelve-year-old like you possess such knowledge?
The Dream Eater hesitated for a moment before asking the question that had been nagging at its mind.
[A] Chirithy: Asukazen, are you older than you appear?
Asukazen remained silent, unwilling to provide a direct answer. His true age and origins were a closely guarded secret, something he had no intention of sharing with anyone, not even this Chirithy. The complexity of his situation was beyond the Dream Eater's comprehension, and he couldn't bring himself to admit the monstrous truth.
Suddenly, a bright green glow emanated from each of Asukazen's feet, slowly tracing upwards along his legs, chest, and finally stopping just below his eyelids.
[A] Chirithy: What's happening to you? (it asked, fear creeping into its tone.)
Asukazen, however, remained indifferent and dismissive, waving off the Chirithy's question with a nonchalant wave of his hand as he turned to leave the house.
[A] Chirithy: (thinking to itself) Perhaps a failure in the tournament will teach him the folly of relying on wooden swords instead of his Keyblade.
2 Day Left.
Upon his arrival within the headquarters of the Unicornis Union, navigating the corridors, he could feel the curious gazes of the other Keyblade wielder children and their Chirithys upon him. The two green lines beneath his eyelids were starkly visible, drawing their attention and piquing their interest.
Asukazen paid no heed to their stares as he made his way to the training ground. Once there, he sought out a secluded spot where he could practice undisturbed. With a flare of his green aura, he commenced his training, channeling his magic into powerful fire and thunder spells. Bright flashes and resounding cracks reflected through the training ground as his spells intensified, obliterating the wooden dummies that continuously reappeared. The other wielders watched in awe, captivated by the raw power he displayed.
One of the keyblade wielder children, the same young girl with a curious Chirithy from before, approached Asukazen with a hint of hesitation in her voice.
Young Wielder 10: Excuse me, but what are those green lines under your eyelids? (she asked, her tone laced with genuine interest.) Are they related to your training?
Asukazen glanced at her briefly but didn't break his concentration.
Asukazen: Yes... they are. It's a part of my training regimen, nothing for you to worry about.
A boy with a mischievous glint in his eyes, his Chirithy perched on his shoulder, chimed in.
Young Wielder 27: Is it some kind of secret technique? (he prodded, his curiosity getting the better of him.) Can you show us how it works?
Asukazen ignored the comment, refocusing his attention on his magic. He had no intention of divulging the true purpose of the green lines to others. Neither was his obligation to provide an explanation for every aspect of his training that seemed foreign to them.
As the day progressed, more Keyblade wielders and their Chirithys gathered to observe Asukazen from a distance. The green lines had captured their interest, and they whispered among themselves.
Young Wielder 15: (whispering to their Chirithy) I've never seen anything like those green lines before. Do you think they're some kind of magical enhancement?
[CW15] Chirithy: (shaking its head) I'm not sure. It could be a unique ability or a manifestation of his inner strength. But it's best not to pry too much. Asukazen seems to value his privacy.
Young Wielder 22: (nodding in agreement) Yeah, he's always been a bit of a mystery. I don't think he'd appreciate us pestering him with questions.
As the hours ticked by, Asukazen's skills grew more refined, and the intensity of his training reached new heights. His green aura radiated with an almost tangible power, captivating those who bore witness to his prowess. Yet, despite their burning curiosity, no one dared to disturb him or press for further information. They could sense his aloofness and stubborn nature, understanding that Asukazen cherished his solitude.
[CW7] Chirithy: (to its wielder) It's best to respect Asukazen's privacy. If he wanted to share more about those green lines, he would have done so by now.
Young Wielder 7: (nodding) You're right. We shouldn't pry into his personal matters. Everyone has their own secrets and reasons for training the way they do.
1 Day Left.
With only one day remaining before the tournament, Asukazen arrived at the Unicornis Union's training ground early in the morning, ready to continue honing his magical abilities. As he summoned his fire and thunder spells, launching them at the artificial dummies with precision and control, the green aura that surrounded him caught the attention of the other Keyblade wielder children who had grown accustomed to his presence.
Among the Unicornis Union, a new reputation began to speard, known as the boy with the emerald's eyes who never used his Keyblade. Some had even begun to call him 'Emerald's Eye,' a name that suited him well, given the unique and striking dark green color of his eyes. This eye color was a rarity amongst everyone in Daybreak Town and the Unions, possibly a genetic trait seen only once in a century.
Young Wielder 3: (whispering to another wielder) Have you seen Emerald's Eye today? (they asked, their gaze fixed on Asukazen as he practiced from a distance.)
Young Wielder 2: (nodding) Yeah, he's over there, training as usual. (they replied, their voice tinged with a mix of admiration and curiosity.)
Young Wielder 30: (calling out to Asukazen) Hey! (he shouted, catching Asukazen's attention.) You never use your Keyblade, do you?
Young Wielder 1: He's probably just more comfortable with magic. (the first one mused.) But if he used his Keyblade, he could be even more powerful.
Young Wielder 30: Hey, it's the boy with the emerald's eyes! (he called out, catching Asukazen's attention.) You never use your Keyblade, do you?
Another child, accompanied by a playful Chirithy, chimed in, their voice laced with a mix of awe and curiosity.
Young Wielder 31: Yeah, Emerald's Eye's magic is cool and all, but just think about how much stronger he'd be if he wielded his Keyblade!
The others nodded in agreement, acknowledging the truth in the statement. Asukazen's potential as a Keyblade wielder was undeniable, and his fire and thunder magic was already impressive, but it was clear that using his Keyblade would elevate his abilities to a whole new level.
[CW30] Chirithy: (whispering to its wielder) I heard a rumor that Emerald's Eye has a severe disease that makes him too vulnerable and sensitive to his own Keyblade. That's why he never uses it.
Young Wielder 30: (eyes widening) A disease that makes him ill to his own Keyblade? (they asked, their voice laced with disbelief.) That's hard to believe, but knowing the world we live in, I guess anything is possible.
[CW30] Chirithy: (nodding) It's a strange claim, but we shouldn't dismiss it outright. (the Chirithy advised.) If Emerald's Eye says he has this condition, we should take it seriously until proven otherwise.
Asukazen's reputation as the boy with emerald's eyes who never used his Keyblade due to a severe disease had spread throughout the Unicornis Union. Some admired his dedication to his chosen path, while others were perplexed by his alleged condition. Yet, none could deny the raw power and skill he displayed with his magic.
Young Wielder 30: (frowning) I wonder how he manages to fight effectively without using his Keyblade. (they pondered.) It must be a heavy burden to bear.
Young Wielder 22: (nodding) I can't even imagine how strong he'd be if he could use his Keyblade without any issues. (they mused.) It's almost scary to think about.
As the day at the Unicornis Union's headquarters drew to a close, Asukazen sensed the presence of Skuld and her Chirithy, [S] Chirithy, approaching. He turned to face them, slightly conflicted as Skuld walked towards him with a smile on her face.
Skuld: Hey, Asukazen! (she greeted him cheerfully.) I heard about the tournament too. It's happening tomorrow, and I can't wait to see all the strong Keyblade wielders competing.
Asukazen nodded in agreement even as he replied.
Asukazen: It should be an interesting event to witness. I'm curious to observe the skills of other Keyblade wielders our age.
Skuld's smile widened, appreciating Asukazen's curiosity and enthusiasm for the tournament.
Skuld: It will be a fantastic opportunity for us to test our abilities and see how far we've progressed. (she remarked, flexing her right arm, her recovery from the incident with the Pale Giant had progressed, where all the bones in her arm had been previously broken)
[S] Chirithy: I'm surprised that giant hasn't returned to break every bone in your body by now.
[A] Chirithy: Asukazen nearly lost his life that day, and it's not a matter to be joked about. (it chastised [S] Chirithy, its eyes narrowing in displeasure.)
Asukazen's expression remained unchanged, but a flicker of annoyance crossed his features. He had no desire to revisit that painful memory or engage in such banter.
Asukazen: It's a thing of the past. (he replied, his tone curt and dismissive) I'm still here, and that's what matters.
Skuld, sensing the tension in the air, attempted to steer the conversation in a more positive direction.
Skuld: Well, it's great to see you taking the tournament seriously, Asukazen. (she said, her tone supportive and encouraging.) I'm considering participating as well. It'll be a fantastic chance for us to gauge our skills and learn from each other.
As the conversation came to a close, Skuld and her Chirithy bid farewell and departed from the headquarters. The setting sun painted the sky in a breathtaking array of orange and purple hues, casting a warm glow over the training ground. Most of the other Keyblade wielder children had already dispersed, but a few stragglers remained, engrossed in their own training routines.
Young Wielder 5: (whispering to Asukazen) Hey, have you heard about that dummy over there? (they asked, pointing to a large, imposing dummy with an iron spiked club attached to a rope.)
Asukazen's attention was drawn to a particularly menacing artificial dummy. The dummy was equipped with an iron spiked club attached to a rope. He knew that if he struck it just right, the dummy would start spinning uncontrollably, the iron spiked club becoming a deadly whirlwind of destruction.
Young Wielder 8: (staring with wide eyes) If you didn't know, it's the most dangerous training dummy in the Unicornis Union. (they replied, their voice tinged with a mix of awe and fear.) Apparently, it's only meant for the oldest and most experienced wielders.
Young Wielder 15: (leaning in closer) I heard a rumor that someone actually lost a leg because of that dummy two years ago. (they whispered, their voice barely audible.) They had to retire from the Unions with special permission.
Young Wielder 8: (shuddering) I can't even imagine the look of horror on Master Ira's face when that happened. (they remarked, their expression grim.)
Young Wielder 11: (shuddering) That's terrifying. (they remarked, their voice trembling slightly.) No wonder Master Ira reinforced the rules after that incident.
[A] Chirithy, noticing Asukazen's focus on the dangerous dummy, felt a surge of unease.
[A] Chirithy: (thinking to itself) Please tell me he's not considering taking on that monstrosity. (it thought anxiously, its heart sinking with dread.) The risks are far too high, even for someone as skilled as him.
Asukazen, however, seemed unfazed by the rumors and the potential dangers posed by the dummy. His eyes remained fixed on the iron spiked club, a glint of curiosity and perhaps even a hint of recklessness in his gaze.
Young Wielder 3: (calling out to Asukazen) Hey, Emerald's Eye! (they shouted, their voice a mix of concern and admiration.) You're not thinking of taking on that dummy, are you? It's way too dangerous!
With each step Asukazen took towards the dangerous dummy. The other wielders, watched in a mix of awe and apprehension as he approached the imposing dummy without hesitation.
[A] Chirithy: Please reconsider! You have nothing to prove by facing that dummy!
Young Wielder 10: (whispering) What is Asukazen planning to do?
Young Wielder 8: (shaking their head) What is he attempting, it's dangerous. (they replied, their tone filled with stress.)
Without uttering a word, Asukazen summoned a Fire Ball in his hand and moved closer to the artificial dummy, as if testing his reflexes. The [A] Chirithy couldn't contain its worry any longer and called out.
[A] Chirithy: Wait, Asukazen! It's not safe! You shouldn't-
Before the Dream Eater could finish its sentence, Asukazen launched the Fire Ball at the dummy. He then began to dodge and dash around the spinning figure, narrowly avoiding the deadly strikes of the spiked iron club. Asukazen's senses were on high alert, his body moving with precision as he anticipated the dummy's movements to evade the dangerous spikes. The dummy's speed of rotation increased gradually, adding to the peril of the situation.
The other Keyblade wielder children watched in a mix of awe and apprehension, unsure of Asukazen's intentions. Some whispered among themselves, debating whether he was testing his agility or simply being reckless.
Young Wielder 12: (eyes wide) Look at his reflexes! (they exclaimed, their voice filled with admiration.) He's moving so fast!
Young Wielder 15: (frowning) But is it worth the risk? (they questioned, their tone skeptical.) What if he gets hurt?
For a moment, the onlookers found themselves impressed by Asukazen's skill, especially considering his young age of twelve. His body spun and dashed through the air, sweat pouring down his face as he pushed himself to the limit, striving to recover the instincts and reflexes from his previous body.
However, as Asukazen continued to maneuver around the dummy, he got too close at one point. The iron club struck his left leg, causing a deep gash. Blood splattered on the training ground, eliciting gasps of shock from some of the Keyblade wielder children, while others couldn't help but admire his audacity.
Young Wielder 30: (covering their mouth) He's hurt:
Despite the searing pain, Asukazen gritted his teeth and continued to push himself, dodging the attacks to the best of his ability. Eventually, the artificial dummy began to slow down, its rotation coming to a gradual stop.
Exhausted and injured, Asukazen sat on the floor, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. He knew he had taken a risk, and it had cost him. Yet, a sense of unnecessary pride welled up within him.
[A] Chirithy: You need to be more careful! (the Dream Eater chided, its voice filled with frustration.) This isn't a game! You could have lost your leg! Your stubbornness is going to get you seriously hurt one day!
Asukazen: It's just a scratch. (he replied, his tone dismissive.)
But Chirithy could see through his tough exterior. It wasn't just a scratch, and Asukazen knew it. He had pushed himself to the brink, and the Chirithy sensed that there was more to his actions than simply testing his skills. It was his stubbornness that drove him to take such dangerous risks.
Reaching into his pocket, Asukazen retrieved a health potion. Ignoring the watchful gaze of Chirithy, he poured the potion over his wounded leg, wincing slightly as the liquid made contact with the open wound. The health potion worked its magic, gradually stopping the bleeding and slowly closing the injury. However, the Dream Eater's disapproval was evident.
[A] Chirithy: Using a potion doesn't justify your recklessness, Asukazen. (Chirithy said, its tone stern.) You can't keep putting yourself in harm's way like this.
But Asukazen paid no heed to the Chirithy's words. Mentally, he knew he was older, trapped in the body of a twelve-year-old. A sense of frustration and longing to be free from the confines of his childlike appearance gnawed at him.
After tending to his wound, Asukazen stood up, his emerald's eyes betraying no hint of pain. Without a word, he walked out of the Unicornis Union's headquarters, as if the incident had never occurred.
[A] Chirithy: (following behind) Asukazen, please listen to me! You need to be more careful! (the Dream Eater pleaded, its worry evident in its voice.) You can't keep pushing yourself to the limit like this!
The other Keyblade wielder children stood in stunned silence, the gravity of what they had witnessed slowly sinking in. Asukazen's actions had been nothing short of suicidal, and yet, the fact that he had lasted an incredible 30 seconds against the spinning dummy was a feat unheard of.
Young Wielder 3: (whispering) How did he do that? (they asked, their eyes wide with astonishment.) He's only twelve years old!
Young Wielder 25: (nodding) I know, right? (they replied, their eyes wide with amazement.) The last person who tried only lasted 11 seconds before losing their leg. How is he doing this at such a young age?
Young Wielder 27: (shaking their head) You have to admit, that was pretty impressive. (they remarked, a hint of awe in their tone.)
Young Wielder 1: (nodding) Impressive, but also terrifying. Should we report his reckless behavior to Master Ira?
Opinions among the wielders were divided. Some held a newfound respect for 'Emerald's Eyes,' admiring his skill and bravery, while others were deeply unsettled by his disregard for his own safety.
[CW1] Chirithy: (to its wielder) We need to inform Foreteller Ira about this. (the Dream Eater said, its voice firm.) Asukazen may be talented, but his actions today were far too dangerous to ignore.
[CW8] Chirithy: (nodding in agreement) We have a responsibility to ensure the safety of all wielders. Foreteller Ira needs to be made aware of this incident.
At Night.
Inside his bedroom, Asukazen rested and prepared himself for the tournament that loomed on the horizon. His green eyes, filled with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty, stared at the wooden swords he had forged. His mind raced with thoughts of the strategies he would employ.
[A] Chirithy: Asukazen, I understand that you're anxious about the tournament, but you don't have to face it alone. (the Dream Eater said, its tone gentle and supportive.) I'm here to supp-
But Asukazen interrupted the Chirithy mid-sentence, his voice harsh and dismissive.
Asukazen: Shut up. (he snapped, his eyes narrowing as he continued to avoid making eye contact with the Dream Eater.)
Asukazen knew that he couldn't afford to let his guard down, to show any sign of weakness or vulnerability. He had a personal mission to accomplish - to confirm the deaths of Xalvador and William and eliminate any threats that might trigger the Keyblade War. He had no time for what he perceived as meaningless platitudes.
[A] Chirithy: (persisting) I'm only trying to-
Asukazen: (interrupting again with his voice dripping with disdain) Don't try to lecture me, your presence is almost unbearable to tolerate.
[A] Chirithy: (thinking to itself) Doesn't he remember all the times he's gotten hurt, all the near-death experiences he's had? (the Dream Eater pondered, its frustration growing.) Maybe the tournament will be the wake-up call he needs. When his wooden swords are shattered by the other Wielders, perhaps then he'll realize that the universe doesn't revolve around him.
[A] Chirithy: (sighing) I'm sorry, I'll just-
Asukazen: I don't need your apology. (he interupted, his eyes flashing with a mix of frustration and something else, something harder to define.) I don't see why you should be sorry for anything.
[A] Chirithy: (thinking to itself) Asukazen, just stop pretending to be so harsh. (the Dream Eater mused, its heart heavy with sadness.) I've seen your nightmares, I've witnessed the vulnerability of your younger self. You're not as tough as you believe yourself to be.
As Chirithy turned to leave, Asukazen's voice rang out.
Asukazen: Don't you dare enter my head this night. (he warned, his eyes flashing with a dangerous glint)
The Dream Eater froze, a shiver of fear running down its spine. The threat of being killed hung heavy in the air, Chirithy couldn't help but tremble slightly at the thought of Asukazen's wrath. It had been threatened before, but the intensity in Asukazen's voice this time was higher.
Asukazen began to lay in his bed, his thoughts drifting to the rumor he had indirectly created, he found a twisted sense of satisfaction in the fact that this fabrication would lead to less questioning of his methods. Everything was set for the tournament tomorrow - the training, the enchanted wooden swords. All the preparations were complete, ready to test a growing question in his mind.
Day of the Tournament.
Asukazen woke up in the morning, feeling an odd sensation that was difficult to define. It was discomforting, a new experience that left him unsettled. He got out of bed and prepared himself a hot bath before the tournament, hoping to clear his mind and ease the strange feeling that had taken hold of him.
As he soaked in the bathtub, Asukazen's grip on the side tightened. He couldn't shake the odd sensation that had greeted him upon waking. It was a mystery, one that he couldn't quite unravel. After drying himself off, he put on his uniform, the green lines under his eyelids still faintly visible.
Asukazen made his way towards the Unicornis Union's headquarters, passing by the entrance where a large crowd of Keyblade wielder children had gathered. There were five hundred of them, all eager and excited for the upcoming tournament. Some of them recognized him as 'Emerald Eyes,' calling out to him with a mix of admiration and curiosity.
Young Wielder 1: So you're here... (they remarked, their eyes widening as they caught sight of Asukazen.) What is Master Ira doing?
Young Wielder 27: Hey, Emerald's Eyes, are you ready for the tournament? (one of them called out, their voice filled with excitement.)
Young Wielder 28: Yeah, show us that cool magic of yours! (another chimed in, their tone laced with anticipation.)
Young Wielder 2: Hey, Asukazen, are you participating too? (one of them asked, their eyes shining with curiosity.)
Asukazen nodded silently, not bothering to respond verbally. He kept his gaze forward, ignoring the calls and focusing on his own thoughts. The uncertainty of what to expect from this tournament weighed heavily on his mind. But then, he noticed Foreteller Ira, one of the Union's leaders, walking by. It was a rare sight to see him within the Union's headquarters, and Asukazen's curiosity was piqued. He decided to ignore everyone else and keep his focus solely on Foreteller Ira.
Asukazen listened attentively as Foreteller Ira addressed all the members of the Unicornis Union. The Foreteller's commanding presence demanded respect, and everyone in the room fell silent as he spoke, their attention fixed on their leader.
Ira: My brave Keyblade wielders of Unicornis. (Foreteller Ira began, his voice resonating through the hall with authority.) I stand before you today with a momentous announcement. A grand tournament has been arranged by the order of the founder of the Unions, and it's not just for our Union, but for all five Unions. The Anguis Union, the Leopardos Union, the Ursus Union, and the Vulpes Union will all be participating alongside us.
Asukazen observed the expressions of excitement and anticipation on the faces of the other Keyblade wielders. The tournament seemed to be a significant event, drawing participants from all across the different Unions. The air was thick with a sense of competition and the desire to prove oneself.
Ira: The purpose of this tournament is to strengthen the bonds between our Unions, to foster camaraderie and cooperation among our young Keyblade wielders. (Foreteller Ira continued, his voice filled with conviction.) But it's not just about competition and rivalry. It's about becoming stronger together, united in our sacred mission to protect the worlds from the heartless.
Ira: Fighting for the Unicornis Union in this tournament will bring honor and pride. (Foreteller Ira proclaimed, his words resonating with the assembled wielders.) It will be an opportunity to showcase your skills, to prove yourselves among your peers. But remember, this is not just about winning. It's about growth and learning. It's about becoming more durable against the darkness that lies in the other worlds.
As Ira paused to take a breath before continuing his speech, he momentarily glared in Asukazen's direction, a slight smirk on his face beneath his Unicorn Mask that went unnoticed by the others. However, he quickly refrained from dwelling on it, as he still had much more to say to his Union.
Asukazen remained silent, taking in every word from Foreteller Ira. A mix of curiosity and caution swirled within him. The idea of proving himself and becoming stronger was enticing, a temptation that tugged at his very core. Yet, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this tournament than what was being revealed, a hidden purpose that lurked beneath the surface.
Foreteller Ira: As the founder of the Unions intended, (Foreteller Ira concluded) this tournament will be a true test of your abilities, and I expect nothing less than greatness from each and every one of you. The battles will be fierce, the competition relentless, but I have no doubt that the Unicornis will demonstrate its unparalleled courage and might.
As Foreteller Ira's words reverberatedthrough the room, Asukazen's mind was drawn to the dreadful content of the letters that had recently come to light—the letters from the Master of Masters himself. The mention of a traitor among the Foretellers weighed heavily on his thoughts, a revelation that sent a chill down his spine. What could it mean? How dangerous could this traitor be, lurking within the ranks of those entrusted with guiding the Unions?
Asukazen's curiosity and sense of responsibility compelled him to seek answers, to unravel the implications of the traitor's presence within the Unions' leadership. Could it have any connection to the impending Keyblade War, the looming threat that hung over them all like a dark cloud? The Master of Masters had claimed that he would be leaving the Unions soon, and Asukazen couldn't help but wonder about the far-reaching consequences of his absence.
Asukazen's nature, shaped by his experiences and the scars of his past, didn't allow him to fully trust anyone, least of all an organization that employed young children to fight against the relentless onslaught of the Heartless. He knew better than to blindly believe everything he heard, and the idea of a traitor among the leaders only deepened his suspicions. Yet, he couldn't ignore the fact that some of the Foretellers, including Ira and Ava, had saved his life before, a debt he couldn't easily dismiss. However, it also raised questions about their true intentions, whether their actions were genuinely driven by goodness or if there were hidden motives lurking beneath the surface of the Unions.
Asukazen: Ah... (he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible amidst the murmurs of the crowd.)
His mind began to wander into a realm of uncertainty and fear, his imagination conjuring the worst-case scenario. In his mind's eye, he saw himself standing alone in a dark, ominous place, surrounded by the imposing figures of the Union's Leaders—powerful, full-grown Keyblade masters who held immense authority within the organization. The tension in the air was palpable, the feeling of betrayal hanging heavy like a suffocating fog.
Ira: You have delved too deep into matters that do not concern you. (Foreteller Ira's voice boomed, his tone laced with menace.) Your curiosity will be your undoing.
Aced: You dare question the integrity of the Foretellers?! (Foreteller Aced growled, his massive frame looming over Asukazen.) Your insolence will not go unpunished.
Invi: The secrets of the Unions are not for you to unravel, child. (Foreteller Invi spoke, her voice cold and unforgiving.) You have overstepped your bounds.
Gula: Your actions have consequences. (Foreteller Gula warned, his eyes narrowing behind his mask.)
Ava: I had hoped you would trust in the wisdom of the Foretellers. (Foreteller Ava said, her voice tinged with disappointment.) But it seems your fears have led you astray.
Asukazen: (in his imagination, struggling to find his voice) I... I only sought... (he managed to utter, his words faltering under the overwhelming presence of the Foretellers.)
In a horrifying twist, he saw himself being stabbed in the back, pierced through by a mighty Keyblade, defenseless against the formidable Foreteller who had delivered the fatal blow from behind. The image was vivid, searing itself into his mind as he witnessed his own form dissolving into particles of light, his existence fading away. His heart, the very essence of his being, shattered into countless fragments with another swift swing of another Keyblade, leaving nothing but emptiness in its wake.
The fear that stirred within him was all too real. Asukazen's face was drenched in sweat, his heart pounding in his chest as paranoia consumed him. The possibility of a traitor among the Foretellers and the potential impact on the looming Keyblade War gnawed at his mind, leaving him grappling with questions he had no answers to.