Ancestral Motivation

It's time to wake up Akashiri." This isn't the time to be resting." There are many people who need your help." You need to wake and leave this place. Go back to the Land of The Dragons and put a stop to that war." Forget Victor Zen." Your head is too wrapped up in becoming the number one swordsman." Now enough chit chat." Wake up!" Those same words rippled in Akashiri's head, causing him to regain concious. He slouched up and and started breathing heavily. Akashiri wiped the blood from the right side of his face and sighed.

Akashiri grabbed his sword off the ground and tightly clutched it. He grounded his teeth together and started screaming at the air. For the first time in his life, he would take advice from a person other than his master. He clasped his hands together generating ancestoral energy around his hands. He placed his hands on the ground, creating a portal to the battlefield. He closed his eyes and stepped into the portal, reappearing back into the battlefield. The portal dispersed behind his back. He unsheathed his sword as he saw a Industrial Elven Mecha equipped with missile launchers and machine guns coming towards him. The elf soldier in the mecha fired 2 missiles at Akashiri. With the help of his sword, he parried the 2 missiles in the air. He stomped his feet into the ground and dashed towards the mecha, slicing the mecha and the elf clean in half. As Akashiri landed on the ground, a explosion occurred behind his back. He around the area and could see piles of dead bodies. Most of the bodies were dragons. The Industrial Elven Empire were pushing the dragons back, making Dionne worry.

Dionne sucked her teeth and started shaking head. I have to do everything myself."