Chapter 11: Revealations
Chapter 11: Revealations
"He's my wife,"
The truth had dawned on Mayuzumi as if the world was about to end. Akashi's words of declaration had left a huge suicidal impact, the eagerness of the preposterous truth that he had wanted to learn from them. It was extremely improbable, but had appeared to be the most likely reality. Mayuzumi had demonstrated the perfect synchronization of exasperation and vexation. He was prepared to envisage the truth of the worst candour. He wasn't prepared to envisage and the revelations of their marriage blessings.
"Wife?!" Mayuzumi had stared with his blank expression from Akashi's smugness of confidence to Kuroko's visage analogous state of disquietude. Mayuzumi was a mess of discombobulation and perplexion. Although the foul words coming out of his mouth speaks a different story, he was still a member of the extinct Kuroko clan. He was concerned about Tetsuya's well-being more than anyone in the world. Mayuzumi had known for a long time, Kuroko has the duty of continuing the line as the last successor deliberately chosen by his predecessor of the Kuroko clan, his own father, Kuroko Tetsurou. Mayuzumi was also burdened with the duty of protecting his half-brother, his benefactor and their father's last wish. "Tetsuya, you're married? Since when? And to mighty demon like him? Why?" Mayuzumi had grasped Kuroko's shoulders in his hands with such force Kuroko had winced from discomfort.
"C... calm down, Chihiro nii-san!" With Akashi's help, Kuroko had westled his half-brother's iron grasps away from his poor shoulders. "It's been more than a decade. Twelve years! Chihiro nii-san, a lot of things have changed in the past decade. No life can remain stagnant for twelve years!"
"Why, you say?" Akashi had questioned Mayuzumi. "If I were to answer that, I'll say... isn't it because of love? Don't you want to be together with the person you gave your heart to? I'm certain it is also the same for you." Akashi had reminded Mayuzumi of his own life challenges, the person who he had entrusted his life to. "We were engaged to each other four years ago." Mayuzumi had faltered. He had underestimated the Teiko master. He possessed humane qualities, a deeper understanding and greater overviews of the world no human could have achieved. He was the world-knowing god, the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, the master of the legendary empire of Teiko, Akashi Seijuurou.
Mayuzumi had paled. His younger brother who was sacrificed to Teiko had been trapped in their empire ever since that fated day. As if destiny was intransigent, the frolic manner of stratagem, it was a beginning of a forbidden love between a master and the sacrifice. "What about your legs then? Start explaining." Mayuzumi who was horrified at the sight of the affectionate pair, it now makes sense why would the mighty Teiko master bother personally with a peasant sacrifice. Mayuzumi had realized it must have been the source, changes of waves readings which had served as genetic identity of Tetsuya's spiritual power. Mayuzumi was one of the few who had possessed ability to scrutinize and detect wave readings embedded into their natural inborn talents of spiritual power within individuals. It was love that had reflected in their eyes. Teiko was boundless and was an empire of liberality. They bow to no one, but their master who was chosen to stand above and lead the thousands of souls, blessing Teiko with flourishment and prosperity. "You are someone who had led a basketball team to the nationals. It's impossible for you to lose the ability to walk in mere twelve years."
Kuroko had sighed. The dreaded moment had arrived. It was finally here. He had wished how this moment would never come. It was unavoidable. "It's the punishment of my sin." Kuroko had felt himself diminishing, his existence had become relatively small. It was a reminder of a sin he was never allowed to forget. Ever. His ability to walk was taken away, Kuroko would bear the burden of his sin in exchange for his life. "I had once defied the orders of the master. I had caused problems for the empire." Kuroko was held tightly in Akashi's warm embrace. He had planted a small kiss on Kuroko's forehead. Mayuzumi had turned even paler than before. His thoughts ran wild, great efforts inclining to piece the puzzle together. In other words, the master had robbed you from walking ever again? Mayuzumi had banged his fists on the table...again. He was furious and was consumed with rage.
"Honorable Teiko master, is the truth really what I am thinking? Every part of it?" Mayuzumi had seethed.
Akashi had displayed tremendous impassiveness. He did not budge nor faze by Mayuzumi's rage. Midorima surrendered and admitted that it was an impossible feat for him to take on Mayuzumi head-on in that state. He would be killed. He had long realized the Kuroko clan possessed great strength of the heavens. Some legends had recorded that Kuroko clan might be descendants of the ruler of heavens, their favourite daughter who descended the Earth to bestow knowledge and cleanse the world. Mere spirits of the miracles were pale in comparison with descendants of the heavens, albeit they were personally chosen by a fellow ruler of the heavens, the current master of Teiko. Although the First princess of the heavens was betrayed by humans in the end, she had deeply cared for the humans, believing one day there will be a man who will change the world. The princess had found it endearing, it was the beloved world her father had created. She had felt humans were like her children, and was hard to be left alone. The clan who had inherited her strengths, capabilities and aching torments were the Kuroko clan. Mayuzumi had possessed strong prowess equivalent to Tetsuya's. Afterall, they're blood-related brothers who share the same bloodline.
"It was an incident that had happened three years ago. I am sure you are partially aware of your uncle's dirty tricks." Akashi had sighed. "His tricks was the beginning of everything. Tetsuya was sent as an agent to gather information. To determine the course of the war. Your uncle had almost killed Tetsuya at the borders. He was stabbed in the heart."
Mayuzumi's body had quivered, entering a state of devastation. "I have not heard of this...! Tetsuya was stabbed in the heart?!"
"It was fortunate Tetsuya's regenerative abilities had ultimately saved his life. But over the course of the incident, Tetsuya had developed anaemia. He had lost his memories of everything. Including even himself. Forgetting the torments and sufferings humans have once hurt and had drove Tetsuya onto the borderline of despair, he had returned to his former self. People are crafty and cunning. They make use of your weakness to their disadvantage, savaging their thirst of desires. Tetsuya's appointed attendant, also serves as his bodyguard, went into despair. He suffered from agony of his inability to protect Tetsuya." Akashi began his tale. "The day came, and Tetsuya had made a mistake. His actions had betrayed Teiko. He had ignored his instincts, bodily needs and inborn desires of a vampire. Tetsuya was strong, strong enough to resist the burning desires of darkness. It was a feat only Tetsuya was capable of, irregardless of his missing memories. Instead, he had chosen to fight alongside humanity. He was a vital key in developing Seirin's forces today. Without him, Seirin would not be able to fight this war with us on an equal standing."
"So you made a horrible decision and took away his ability to walk? Not to mention you cursed Tetsuya with your cursed blood." Mayuzumi had growled. He had felt Akashi's words were incomprehensible. They were the words of a devil. Mayuzumi was convinced Tetsuya had made a wrong choice. Their love was wrong. It was distorted and twisted. "How can you be so merciless? Aren't you both a couple sworn by love? Did you really love him? He had lost his memories! It's my uncle's fault, not Tetsuya's." Mayuzumi had glared at the Teiko master's heterochromatic irises with profound intensity. Both Kuroko and Midorima could feel the discomfort of disagreement between Akashi and Mayuzumi. Mayuzumi had refused to admit the notion that the God of Knowledge and Wisdom had granted tremendous impact, revealing his relation to the Teiko master, his brother-in-law. It was an eldritch outlook. "Tetsuya, do you really love him? You were a sacrifice! He will eat you one day, your soul will walk through the endless darkness for eternity. You carry the sacred soul of our ancestor, Kuroko Tetsujin. You are not allowed to fall into the darkness."
Kuroko had smiled gently. He had long forgiven Akashi. Kuroko didn't mind what had happened to him. Akashi's punishments were acts of love, only Kuroko could unravel. Akashi's methods were harsh and extreme at times, Kuroko knew Akashi could love only him. Even if it means taking away Kuroko walking ability, Kuroko would be dependant on his husband in exchange for his life. Kuroko was his wholly world. Akashi would do it only because Kuroko was loved. Kuroko had responded and reciprocated whole-heartedly towards Akashi's feelings of love. It was a conundrum, a world made only for both Akashi and Kuroko. Kuroko had always been special. And Mayuzumi knew that very well. It was one of the reasons why he was so opposed towards Kuroko's marriage revelations. A First-Class Singularity. He was different from anyone he would come across. He was an individual who possess invaluable knowledge and techniques. Just one of them possess tremendous military strength. Their vows of love were the result of their everlasting love.
"Chihiro nii-san, don't force yourself to hate someone you don't mean to. It's over. I've always knew you had always possessed a kind heart. Akashi and the people of Teiko were different. They treated me differently, and you know that very well."
Mayuzumi was finally released from the chains of shadows, shackles of darkness that had a long history of haunting the Kuroko clan was now ancient history. As if finally grasping the divine light, Mayuzumi saw a new light. The Kuroko clan generations of struggles and crusades had come to an end. The age of executing members of the Kuroko clan was over. Kuroko's words had finally freed his half-brother away from the dangers of hatred and resentment. It wasn't a good time to start another disagreement. Kuroko had realized the potential of releasing Mayuzumi into the light. Kuroko had proven to possess a higher level of observant skills than Mayuzumi had ever demonstrated. He had scrutinized and determined the importance of Mayuzumi's position, his role in the war, and as the lover of their enemy, Hanamiya Makoto. His role in the war was revealed to be an important asset the enemy forces had entrusted Mayuzumi with, considering his origins and ancestry would ultimately affect the flow of the war and lead their forces to victory. It was the goal of Kisaragi Amaya, who had tricked Kirisaki Daiichi and the lands led by human jurisdiction into a full-scale war. They were at war. People will die. Sacrifices were necessary. Death will be ensued. On the crimson bloodbath of battlefield. Kuroko could not afford to invest his efforts to be solicitous, his existence was priceless and valuable, a heavy burden only he has to bear. He was a First-Class Singularity. His only goal was to stop the war.
"To tell you the truth, dressing like that won't grant you anything. You'll just look ridiculous." Kuroko had advised. "No one is going to be killed by that demon-slaying sword, Murasame. And I won't die so easily by that sword. Don't look so surprised, Chihiro nii-san. You were the only one who understands the invaluable tomb of secrets this body holds, the weight of the duty this soul owes to the Kuroko clan."
Mayuzumi had flushed, just like Kuroko, the tint of roseate colors was slowly spreading on the surface of his cheeks had emitted a sense of erotica sexiness. Akashi had felt, the brothers were truly alike. Mayuzumi had sighed. His heels had clacked loudly on the marble floors, his delicate manicured nails were scratching the end of his chin. "I didn't dress like this because I wanted to! I'm not you, who'd happily dress in women clothes your husband dress you in like a China doll! Stop playing dumb, Tetsuya. You already knew my purpose here. You are the soul chosen by the great oracular spirit, the Divine Spirits of the Four Symbols." There was a sudden reverberation, the tower was shaken, bits of sawdust and concrete detritus had begun collapsing. Kise and his assassination squad of fox spirits were blown away, rendering defeat. Kise had used the last of his strengths to transmit his message to Akashi. Akashi-sama! There's...there's an army of tanks blessed with strength to defeat us! If that hit us, we'll be wiped out! Kise had panicked.
"Kise, calm down. We can defeat those machines. Aomine is fighting on the frontlines. Take your squad and assist Aomine. Don't worry about the tanks." Akashi had commanded. Kise and his squad which were positioned guard duty of the palace of Rakuzan headed Akashi's command, had moved out to assist Aomine's Tengu Sky Fleet, leaving the palace of Rakuzan vulnerable to enemy attacks. Kuroko had glanced at Akashi. Akashi had held his wife closer in his arms and planted a tender kiss on his lips. "Because you're are going to defeat them, aren't you?" He had mouthed when they had separated and disentangled themselves from their little makeout. Mayuzumi had pulled a disgusted expression, Midorima wore his usual 'I-don't-care' face. Kuroko had brightened and stared into the rare heterochromatic irises of his husband, as if saying Don't be an idiot at this point. We're going to stop them!
Akashi had a satisfied smug etched onto his face. "It's time we end this once and for all," He had glanced at the window. The appearance of the Teiko's Sky Fleet had returned, with the enemy right behind their back. Aomine had turned and stood their battle at the entrance of their empire. The palace of Rakuzan was left vulnerable, with Kise's army of spirit foxes left to support Aomine's Sky Fleet. The enemy had penetrated through the stone entrance of the castle. The time was short-lived. The palace of Rakuzan would soon collapse, it was the hard truth. Kuroko had sighed. Was it time for him to reveal himself? The tanks had fired magical bullets into the reinforced concrete of the walls of the castle. Bit by bit, the concrete would eventually become brittle and collapse. It was only a matter of time. Kuroko had grabbed his stick which had been resting near the corner, against the wall. He had raised the stick, fireballs had appeared near his raised stick and fired. The fireballs had taken out several of the tanks below. The tanks had overturned, crashed into each other and exploded. The blast had left Mayuzumi and Midorima overwhelmed.
"That's a magician's staff, isn't it? You tricked me, Tetsuya. It wasn't a walking cane afterall." Akashi had observed. It appears that only people like Akashi who possessed astute qualities were capable of realizing the series of events that had happened in mere seconds. Such godlike feats only the chosen ones of the Kuroko clan were capable of pulling off.
"Elemental manipulation is not magic. You know that, Akashi." Kuroko had replied, gently fingering his staff. Akashi had stared at him. Kuroko had been using the precious staff as a walking stick. "This is a staff used to guide spiritual strength to take form. Formless spiritual strengths are indecorous for scotching against the aggression of evil."
Mayuzumi had scoffed. "This is godlike feat only Tetsuya is capable of. Most members of the Kuroko clan can't pull off Elemental Manipulation. Your existence is special, Tetsuya."
"Chihiro nii-san, aren't you here to kill me? Why are you just sitting there as you're told? Kirisaki Daiichi isn't fond of traitors." Kuroko had warned. "I don't want you to go through such callous anguish. You're still my beloved Chihiro nii-san." Mayuzumi had scowled. He was disgruntled at Kuroko's crafty words. He had flicked Kuroko on the forehead.
"Ouch!" Kuroko had massaged his forehead with his delicate fingers.
"Hmph. Don't display your true colors so brazenly. Your husband will run away." Mayuzumi had huffed. "You're also a traitor of Kirisaki Daiichi. How could you say that to my face? Uncle is a natural machiavellian. His cunning personality had outmaneuvered Kirisaki Daiichi and the various homelands of humanity. Everything was according to his scrupulous calculations. To kill you, Tetsuya." Kuroko had sighed. He had a vague
"Akashi." Midorima had predicted the destruction of the castle. "This place won't last any longer." Akashi had nodded, ordered every personnel to abandon the castle. Akashi had reached for Kuroko, and took off through the windows. Midorima and Mayuzumi had followed. Midorima had took out an entire army with his rifle. His super accuracy was a monster feat only spirits of his caliber were capable of. Mayuzumi didn't possess abilities to fly had crashed ten metres into the ground. The remaining forces of Kirisaki Daiichi had panicked, worried his injuries would set off the ruler of their homeland.
"Mayuzumi-sama!"
A soft golden glow had enveloped Kuroko's body. It was the Holy Light that the Kuroko clan had worshipped. The golden glow of the Holy Light signifies the emergence of the chosen ones which shall embody the ordained duty of breaking the chains of evil that had been haunting the world for centuries. "Akashi, let me go. I must stop my uncle. I don't want to see anyone else getting hurt because of me!" Kuroko had stubbornly struggled in Akashi's arms. Akashi was worried about the plans his wife had planned ahead without his maneuvering ability. To Akashi's surprise, Kuroko had hovered in the air, several metres up in the sky. Akashi watched Kuroko raised his staff, spears of ice had appeared.
Heed my pledge. What I seek is frost, Touya.
Kuroko had pointed his staff in the direction of the trespassing soldiers, the cold blasts of ice had pinned the soldiers into the ground, incapacitated their abilities to move even a slightest muscle. He was unfazed by the deadly weapons the soldiers wield, his stare was deadpanned and frozen cold. "Get out of Teiko! This is no place for you!" The freezing cold gust of wind had been summoned, the tornado had swept the thousands of soldiers into the death battlefield engaged by Aomine and Kise's battalion. The soldiers had quivered in terror, abandoning their duty of what was left of the army. The battalions of Seirin and their female monarch were harboring extreme feelings of consternation. Kuroko Tetsuya was hovering over the empire of Teiko. They were more concerned about Kuroko's ability to conjure offensive elemental techniques, so strong that a blast of it was enough to send an army of soldiers flying and utterly defeated.
"Weaklings." The general of Seiho had mocked.
Aomine and Kise had stared intently at the army, their beloved deadly weapons were readied in their hands. The tengus do not wield weapons. They rely on their raw aggressive strength to carry out commands of their master, as one of the miracles. Their leader, the chief of To'ou, was different. He wields the sword said to perish enemies of his master with one slash. The spirit foxes manipulate the tremendous spiritual power from within their bodies to draw out power, humans who have been tainted by evil perished, their souls were cursed to walk the seven hells for eternity. The army led by the generals of the possessed strengths at a different level from those peasant soldiers sent to assassinate the traitor of humanity, the heir of the Kuroko clan, Kuroko Tetsuya.
"The callous blood of evil running through your veins, you know nothing of him. You will not win this war. Our master will never let you do as you please. Please go back to your country!" Kise had growled, his transformation was becoming undone, his fangs, tails and ears were becoming visible. The minions of the seven generals had panicked with horror. There wasn't anyone who are ignorant to not know the feats of the miracles in the lands of Teiko. Standing in their way, holding down the fort of Teiko were two of the miracles who wield offensive powers, Kise Ryouta and Aomine Daiki.
"You're not getting past anywhere," Aomine had growled. He and the tengus had decimated half the army. Kise had constructed a holy barrier across the great entrance of Teiko. Ignorant fools who crossed the barrier harboring intentions of evil will perish into the darkness, souls unable to reincarnate will walk through the seven worlds of hell as King Yeomra allows.
"How dare you stand in my way again, you cursed miracles!" Amaya had screeched. "Can't you see, that cursed being will be the source of destruction. He will guide the world into the darkness of oblivion."
Kise had raised his sword against Amaya. A part of his armor had cracked and perished at the hands of the spiritual sword, Kusanagi. "You must the one. It's been a long twelve years. Our dear Queen had feared you, Kisaragi Amaya. Try howling again, your head will be the one flying next." Kise had threatened Amaya. "You have two choices: To die by our hands, or retreat your army. What will you do, tyrant ruler of Kirisaki Daiichi, Hanamiya Makoto?" Kise had glanced at the impassive ruler, despite his men and allies dying on the battlefield of bloodbath.
"Where is Mayuzumi Chihiro?" Hanamiya had questioned. Kise and Aomine had glanced at each other, puzzled at Hanamiya's peculiar request.
"If that is your request, I shall grant your wish." The field was glowing, the vast lands were engulfed and illuminated in golden light. Amaya had entered into a state of turmoil. He knew well of the underlying purpose the golden light signifies. The successor had awakened. The cursed being he had spent years investing great efforts to get rid of. Amaya had learnt of his mistake. He didn't expect sacrificing him to the legendary empire of Teiko had made their monstrous forces stronger instead. Kuroko Tetsuya had become the wife of the Teiko master. It was the symbol of their downfall the moment they had had their choice to sacrifice a child of God to the legendary empire of Teiko. Mayuzumi had been lifted over fifty feet into the air and was tossed into the arms of Hanamiya Makoto. Hanamiya had widened in surprise.
"Chihiro!" Hanamiya was relieved, although he had scrutinized Mayuzumi's injuries with an extremely disapproving look. It wasn't just Mayuzumi's lover. The entire force, Aomine, Kise and their battalion had stared at Mayuzumi, wondering the kind of battles he had with so much force he was tossed over the holy barrier Kise had erected. Heads had turned, witnessing the source of that high-pitched shrill scream. Kuroko Tetsuya and the Teiko master, Akashi Seijuurou were hovering high in the sky. The forces of Teiko were relieved, the enemies had faltered, taking steps backwards in their defence. The generals Amaya had assembled and Kirisaki Daiichi had proven their gallant titles like scraps of paper. Nothing matters on the battlefield. It was a battlefield of the 'The survival of the fittest', the notion of a scientist, Charles Darwin. Only Hanamiya Makoto and his lover, Mayuzumi Chihiro had stood their ground in great attempts to ensure the survival of their allies.
Mayuzumi had scowled at the sky. "Why can't you just let me go in a traditional fashion?!"
Akashi had grabbed Kuroko into his embrace as they descended onto the earth of the vast horizons. One clunk of Kuroko's golden staff into the earth, the enemies had come to realize the man before them was their goal, Kuroko Tetsuya. They had recognized the cyan pale blue hair, pale white skin and deadpan expression of the Kuroko clan. Kuroko Tetsuya was exactly how Mayuzumi Chihiro represent himself. "Why is the cursed child doing appearing in the middle of a war bloodbath, Kuroko Tetsuya?" Hanamiya had questioned Kuroko's perplexing behaviour. Hanamiya had noted the man his advisor Kisaragi Amaya had feared was just a child. Was it worth it to use such extreme measures against a small child?
"Don't be fooled by his appearance!" Amaya had yelled. "The successor of the Kuroko clan is capable of using Elemental Manipulation! And out of them all, Kuroko Tetsuya was the best of them all." Amaya had eyed the staff in Kuroko's hands. "You had the staff afterall. After murdering everyone, I had people investigate the remains in search of the Kuroko heirloom, The Spiritual Staff of Pilgrim, also known as the Shakujo." The generals and Akashi had frowned at the staff in Kuroko's hands. The shape was different from Amaya's story.
"Sorry to break your reunion, but this is not the Shakujo you speak of." Akashi's cold stare had penetrated through Amaya's unwavering nerves of steel. Amaya and his assembled generals had faltered. The power humans had been granted were just a speck of the surface. They were incapable of subjugating a tremendous adversary such as the devil master of Teiko, Akashi Seijuurou. Akashi was the heir of the strongest demon clan, the Akashi clan. They had been famous for their continuous triumphs, leaving their opponents bloodless in their wake. They were a clan of vampires.
The soldiers and generals had wordlessly observed the scenes playing before their very eyes. They had noted of the anomalous aura Kuroko had carried himself with. The generals could not pinpoint the ambiguous impetus behind it. The soldiers and the generals were left in an enigmatic position. Amaya had huffed at Akashi. "Of course, you wouldn't know. That staff didn't achieve its true form yet. It's far from it. Tetsuya, are you even trying hard to stop us? You traitor of humanity."
Kuroko had an insouciant look etched on his face. The warriors of Teiko had gathered at the great entrance of the empire of Teiko. There was not one left within the sacred lands of Teiko. Many had died a pitiable death, thousands were perished within the holy barrier of the spirit foxes, the purification of the lands of Teiko had emancipated the chains of evil encroaching upon the sacred land of the heavens. "Despite being rotten deep inside, the blood of the Kuroko clan still flows within your veins. I'm surprised you knew of the family heirloom." Kuroko quiet voice had echoed through the crimson battlefield like a chime. Akashi had scrutinized his wife's behaviour towards their lifelong enemy, the traitor of their clan, Kisaragi Amaya. "Just like you said, this Shakujo have yet to reveal its true form. I have made a decision to never superfluously utilize my full strength."
The generals ruling the military forces of the human lands had paled. They were etiolated in comparison. He had blown away thousands of soldiers in a single blast without unleashing his maximum strength. The soldiers must have felt the despair of victory, the inferiority had left them, their fighting spirit destroyed. A soldier's fighting spirit was a soldier's life force. Diminishing their fighting spirits, the war was essentially over. The humans had lost. Even with the generals were equipped with thousands of battle experiences under their belt, they could never defeat Kuroko Tetsuya. He was a peculiar enigmatic existence, his ways were perplexing and puzzling, the data on Kuroko Tetsuya was not sufficient to corroborate their victory against the world's only elemental manipulator. They were mistaken.
"Amaya! You never told us our enemy is an elemental manipulator!" The general of Shinkyo had flared. The generals had risked their lives, their subordinates had lost their lives in vain. They weren't provided with sufficient data to ensure a triumph victory. The generals realized the ramifications of going against an elemental manipulator. Legends and myths have been passed down through generations, they had been preached by their ancestors that elemental manipulators are esoteric miracles, an all-knowing deity wielding the strengths of nature, the beloved spirit of Four Symbols. Elemental manipulators were once revered as sacred messengers of the heavens, guiding humans through the connection of fate and destiny, into the light of the future.
The existence of Kisaragi Amaya did not share their sacred beliefs. He was the embodiment of evil, the core of darkness and void. It was an aberrant of peculiarity. The destruction of the Kuroko clan was the first act. It was the beginning of everything. Fallen into depravity, Amaya had invested great amounts of effort dying the world black with darkness. Without the guardians of light, the world was plunged into chaos. The ruler of Kirisaki Daiichi had realized the mistakes humans had committed. With Mayuzumi's assistance, Hanamiya had managed to slow down the progress of evil that will one day engulf the world in darkness of resentment and hatred. Mayuzumi's spiritual power will not last forever. They will soon need the assistance of an elemental manipulator.
"We have no use for elemental manipulator in our new world. The blasphemy of the heavens arrogant will shall perish."