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III. History Continued
Soon the rapping sound of a knuckle on the wood of her door echoed, and her brilliant golden gaze shifted, her sing-song voice gruff as she said in a prompt fashion. ”..Come in!”
A group had come in, and Magnolia’s eyes slid over the assembly of elders. They all came from prominent positions in the clan, and she calmly payed attention as they spoke. ”..The master wishes to see you.”
Magnolia’s expression seemed to shift as she had walked forward, brushing past them as if they had been the common rabble. Her body beginning to speed up as she ran forth through the midst of the compound. Her eyes shifting as she eventually made it to the compound’s main house, from there her hands slid to press against the cold wood. The gigantic doors sliding inwards without much of a sound, being recently oiled. She walked into the gloom beyond, transversing the hallways until she arrived at the room in which normally the leader of her step-fathers clan had been a part of. She paused and knocked before opening the door out of respect, only coming in after she was told that she could do so. ”..Come in”
Her families head spoke, his gravelly voice reverberating through the room. Magnolia parted the doors with a press of her hands and walked in, sitting down with her heels pressed against her rear, knee’s on the floor. She still wore the sweat-stained clothes from working out, and she looked forward at her clan’s head. Golden eyes clear and sharp as she said in a respectful tone that mirrored her feelings on the man that had taken her in, and nurtured her after her parents had been slaughtered. ”..You called for me clan head?”
Her words kept it brief and polite, phrasing it in such a way that it wouldn’t be seen as disrespectful. Her golden eyes remaining forward studying her clan head as she waited for him to speak. Her body fidgeting every once and awhile so that she could remain comfortable in such a rigid and disciplined sitting style. As she watched, the man who had nurtured and raised her into being the person she was today, had been rolling a piece of paper with tobacco in it. His movements remained slow and to the point before he finally licked the end and lit it. Putting the contraption to his lips and taking a drag, smoke crawling from his nostrils as he finally looked at Magnolia and his voice left his mouth, the tone of it soft but also grave. ”..I’m going to be sending you away for now, you will go on a training excursion until i send for you. “
Her eyes widened but she didn’t argue with him. The way he spoke was as if he didn’t want her anymore. Even at her age she had been raised to be strong, to be the type of girl who wouldn’t ask questions, but rather would take the hits as they came. So she swallowed the unspoken question of ”..Why is it you don’t want me anymore?”
She had gotten up with the tears beading in her eyes while she walked out of the main house. As she rushed through the grounds back to her own courtyard, when she had come inside, the only real way to describe how it looked was trashed. There wasn’t a spot that had been spared. It left a clear message, which was she wasn’t welcomed here.
Her expression turned stormy as she had shifted and left from the compound, the bitter bile in her mouth reminding her of the ridicule when she was young. She hated the sensation that she was somehow not worthy. She had vowed she would become strong and yet she was far from that goal. She needed to grasp more strength, and so she fled from the family grounds, her feet moving with enough speed that she traversed the span in maybe a few seconds. She was extremely fast after all, and was able to leave the city limits within maybe ten minutes, flying out into the wilderness that spanned around them.
At this time the tears flowed freely, disrupting her normally serene continence. She was upset, she had tried so hard to be the individual that her surrogate father could be proud of. To be the his pride and joy, but it hadn’t worked out. Because of this she decided to continue along the path , rushing into the wilds beyond, her thoughts only being of fleeing so far away that there wouldn’t even hear of the name of the city that she came from.
Little did she know, that the city was making a move on her surrogate fathers family, and he had sent her away so she wouldn’t be a part of the bloody battle that would transpire. Her father stood from his desk some hours later, and looked out a window. His eyes reflecting his age, the tired slump of his shoulders conveying his pain. He huffed softly and said. ” It’s for the best if she leaves, only out there will she be saved .”
Meanwhile, everfrost had already fled hundreds if not thousands of miles from the spot after those few hours. So far into the wilderness that civilization had become overrun by the creatures and the monsters that endlessly roamed through these mountains and streams. The roars of far off beasts echoing wildly as she ran past. Eventually she’d stop, when the tears stopped flowing, her expression remaining neutral, exhaling as she thought to herself. ”..This is fine, i will just. . Make my own home. “
With a determination she decided she was going to create a place for herself out here in this wilderness. She would become a being that was so powerful that no one would be able to hold a candle to her in the city that she came from. She’d come back and wash the stain on her reputation away only after she became able to hold up to them.
So she devoted herself fully to training, her body and her mind. As the months seemed to blend together her actions seemed to hold the same repetition to them. She ate, and she fought , and then at some times she slept, but it was very infrequently. She ranged throughout the wild that surrounded her. Having become a beast that wouldn’t be sated, fighting the beasts that seemed to be around her, the monsters that made normal people flee and run for their lives. She fought them tooth and nail without any qualms, beyond this she eventually began to focus on learning her zanpakuto forging it again and again through real-world combat. This allowed her to begin to unlock the secret’s that lurked within, all that latent power that was present building up bit by bit within her until eventually she broke through to shikai.
Her golden hair whipped about her as she clenched her hand and felt the power thrumming through her veins. If only she had gotten this power sooner. So many could have been spared, she could have fought for those who she had cared about. She could have changed their meager destinies and brought them up. But it was too late, that didn’t matter to the likes of magnolia anymore, instead within her heart the hatred she felt had already seeped into her bones. It was a demon of the heart, a shadow cast over her mind. Unless she rid herself of it, she wouldn’t be able to advance any further, instead she’d remain within this cycle of self loathing, of ridicule of her self and further self depreciation. This matter had to be dealt with, and if it wasn’t , then she’d remain stagnated.
The seventeen year old girl stood, her energy flooding within her veins. It was time to return, to reclaim for those she loved their own retribution. Her small fist shook as she vanished, her body moving at breakneck speeds upon the plains that she had fled to roughly three years prior. The softness of youth had faded, and in its place the fires of her heart had burnt to cinder all her childish naivity and hesitation. She already knew the moment she returned those within the city who had opressed her parents, all of them would seek her demise. It was for them as simple as tying up loose ends, yet for her as she even thought of them, it caused her heart to palpitate, beating erratically due to the adrenaline that sung within her veins. She had fought the beasts and creatures of the wilds, but she had never fought another human, she had never been bathed in blood of her own species.
The city she grew up in, smaller than she remembered, or maybe of a different perspective than the fledgling that once had resided within it. She had walked step by step through the cobblestone streets, her eyes looking throughout the houses, the shops that lined the streets. The memories of youth flooding back into her mind, causing unbidden emotions, ones that she simply wished to never feel again, saturated her, and caused her fingers to curl to fists, knuckles white as she already knew the destination she was going to. In this city, the nobility and the commoners could be said to be as different as night and day. The nobles all resided within the very heart of the city, a second wall separating them from the commoners, who toiled and harked their wares, trying to feed their children, trying to claw themselves up into a space of reputable standing.
Each one of her steps took her bare feet closer to her destination, her golden eyes looking at the wall that loomed before her, much taller than the one that surrounded the outer districts. Her hand subtly angling to her sword as she could feel the rage within her heart. It built until it was tangible, a killing intent was only barely suppressed. She hated
these people, she hated them with every fibre of her being, and she wanted them to suffer. She wished for them to feel the pain that she did. She by now was ten steps from the wall, her feet quickly closing the gaps as the sentries that stood there only just now noticed her for the first time. Her hair covered with leaves and twigs, her face smeared with dirt like a savage. They quickly went up to stop her, and told her to halt.
However she didn’t hear them, rather the image of her family as it was killed replayed within her mind, the sight of everything she held dear simply ceasing to be hers. How her own loved ones had been wrenched away from her.
Her zanpakuto spirit within her as if sensing his masters rage chuckled and said in a deep voice. ”This world is unfair, it doesn’t care who you are. If you wish to continue to live, eventually you must tread upon another. “
As the zanpakuto’s words rebounded within her mind , a guard had reached down to haul the girl away from the city wall. It was in this moment that the twin swords sprung free in a movement too fast for their eyes to follow. She lightly stepped past the man, who seemed frozen mid step, his eyes slowly being guided down to his wrists, the severed stumps which profusely sprayed blood upon the ground below, like gushing red rivers. He opened his mouth as if to scream, and the sound never came out. A thick red line spread across his body as he split into four sections, blood and organs falling from the body as the screaming began.
The little shinigami didn’t care though, she had already used her gargantuan strength to smash through the door that these sentinels guarded. The hundred ton door of stone flew inwards the chunks of rock smashing into the courtyard that laid beyond. Her twin swords held on either side as soon guards flooded from all over.
Her eyes slid glancing at each and every one of them before she vanished , her bod appearing infront of one of the guards, the scimitar within her hand falling down to bisect the males body, causing it to fall in two halves, thick red blood spraying across magnolia’s face and body, covering her with the sticky liquid as the guards converged upon her. Then it was a dance, magnolia’s body barely avoiding the spears that had been thrust at her, wounds being accumulated from the moments where she had been unable to completely avoid the attacks. Her kimono quickly was covered in cuts, while the air was heavy with the stench of blood, it all smelled horrendous, and yet it didn’t perturb the seventeen year old girl in the slightest, rather it seemed to incite her bloodlust, it made her attacks more savage.
She had become a death goddess, her twin blades guiding the souls to the afterlife with each swing. Heads flew through the air accompanied with fountains of blood, the ground was slick and slippery and dead bodies dotted the once vibrant greenery of this splendid compound. Magnolia strode through the waves of guards, killing them, her swords sparked as they deflected spear thrusts, parried great-swords and hacked through the bodies of her enemies. Eventually as she swung her sword forward she inverted the polarity of the air, causing it to blast outwards, throwing her opponents across the ground, their bodies smashing into the wood and stone construction of the buildings. ”..I cannot forgive them, even if i’m bathed in blood , i will have revenge”
The thoughts within her mind were dark, as she kicked open the door to the largest building, This was where the lords stayed that had caused her parents greif all those years ago. They were all strong, far stronger than their guards and as one looked up, the scars hewn on their faces casting ugly shadows in the torchlight. He didn’t need to say much, because the sounds of his men dying had been all the confirmation he needed. The sword he drew from it’s sheath was a oodachi, it’s elongated blade glinting menacingly in the light as he rushed upon her, the weapon slicing forward.
Magnolia’s twin weapons shifted as she caught the blade with both of hers, the ground shattering beneath her as the strength of hr opponent caused for her knee’s to bend some. She grit her teeth. This was the leader of this town, he was the strongest general born to this region in the past several hundred years, and he was already 200 years of age. The strength and knowledge he had accumulated was massive, and he showed it because as magnolia was dealing with his blade strike two guards struck from behind.
Magnolia’s body was a flash of lightning as she avoided the attack, vanishing and appearing behind the two guards in a crouch, her body launching forward blades flashing in the light, beheading both of them in a shower of blood, quickly once more she was upon the one who had caused her parents deaths. She would kill this man and the ones who helped him, she would erase this stain upon her heart with their blood. Her weapon jerked forth and she utilized the concept of howl attracting blades, causing for the males arms to become shattered by the shockwaves that had been radiated from this amount of force.
Her swords flashed as she had roared ”From the Kiln of Lightning, Burst into the world Reijingu sandā no megami”
Her swords had been enveloped in thunder, lightning arcing from them as they turned into a pair of twin lightning bolts. In this moment her blades extended and caught her opponent off guard, bifurcating them, and then cutting them into small pieces , the building exploding with a flash of thunder , lightning arcing from the smoldering wreckage.
Her eyes shifted and after that she had gone on a rampage, her swords killing the nobles in sight, and soon she had exterminated the entirety of the inner district. The streets ran red with blood as her swords became apostles of death. The screams of the living as their lives had been expunged were rich in the air, they caused the townspeople to be uneasy, and the army soon came to deal with it. But the sight that was afforded to them was absolutely one out of a nightmare. The entire compound was full of dead bodies, the inner city was nothing but a graveyard, the entire infrastructure of this city had been basically destroyed in a span of hours. Nothing was left here, and a girl walked towards the group of militiamen
Her face and kimono was covered in the blood of hundreds, her face was encased with dried on blood, and yet her eyes shone with a ferocity that caused these men to stand back. She had no qualms with them, and thus she wouldn’t kill them, but the sound of her blades as they crackled, the chirping of lightning bolts was enough to intimidate them. They moved and let her pass as she walked by them, her back held straight and her head pointing straight forward. Deep within though she felt anguish, her parents, she had finally gotten revenge for them. She had destroyed those who had wronged them with her own hand. The debt of blood was finally paid.
Yet as she walked by, her eyes found someone familiar in the crowd. Atsuya was there, looking at her as if she was some horrific being. Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to care, there was only a feeling of deadness within her, as if now that she had finally cleansed herself of the anger, and the malice that she had harbored for so long within her heart, that there was nothing left. She softly asked her zanpakuto within her mind. ”..Is it always so empty when you finally accomplish your goals?”
The zanpakuto responded with a soft voice, as she walked through the town, her eyes radiating killing intent, and blood drying on her body, the blood of those who had killed her family. ”..No, but this feeling always accompanies doing something you don’t wish to do.”
The zanpakuto responded as magnolia walked from the town, and had long since passed the outskirts, her feet taking one step after the other into the wilderness once more. Her soft breath slowly quivered and the gentlest of sobs broke from her mouth, it was frustrating to her, the fact that she had done what she had already set out to do, and yet she hadn’t been able to cleanse this sensation of hurt within her heart, so she asked her zanpakuto once more in a soft voice that was flooded with pain. ”Does it get any easier?”
She wished to know, would this pain never fade, and remain with her with it’s bone-crushing sense of guilt until the end of time. It exhausted her, and now the knowledge of what she had done sunk into her veins. It caused the frightened child within her to be brought out. Yes she had killed people, she had robbed another of their lives, and the thought of it caused her to feel weak kneed. She . . was horrified with what she had done and yet she at the same time felt that it was what she was supposed to do so that her parents could be avenged. It was a strange feeling, the feeling that she had done something horrifying that she never would be able to forgive herself for, and yet at the same time that she had accomplished what she had set out to do. ”..It does with time, your heart hardens to the unfairness of the world.”
Her zanpakuto’s weary voice was honesty in it’s truest form. Time would be the medicine that would harden and shape her innocent heart. Even if she didn’t want it, that would change her, it would cause this scared little girl to become someone else entirely different. It was because of this that the zanpakuto wanted to softly guide her, to become someone that she could become proud of. Someone that would be capable of standing with her head held high, without fear of regretting the decisions that she had made. Which was why sitting there on his throne he did something he normally wouldn’t do. He slowly within the inner world stood up and walked down the steps, step by step until he stopped next to the girl who was crying while sitting in a corner.
He gave her a hug and then even as in the material world magnolia was still walking, her footsteps leaving prints of blood on the dirt road, He had slowly looked at her, his eyes hardening and he then told her. ”Give me a hundred and fifty years, and i will make you someone who can enforce your own ideals, i will make you into someone who can move with pride, and power no matter where they go. ‘
Magnolia stopped her tears and looked up at her zanpakuto spirit. Within their inner world she had slowly exhaled and thought about it. If she was strong she could carve out a spot of this world where the unfairness could atleast for a little bit be midigated. Even if she had to become an asura, she felt it was possible to live in this world following her own principles , but for this to work she needed one thing. She needed absolute strength
This strength was what she sought, and so because of that she had slowly exhaled and looked up at her zanpakuto spirit in this space that only the two of them shared. Nodding once she affirmed that she could give him this much, that if he wished to mold her into someone of vast power, she would let him. She would strive to reach for that power and take it for her own, so that she would be able to stand at the top, so that she would become someone who wouldn’t be bound by fear of others strength. Beyond helping this world become fair, she wished to live freely, to be unhindered by anyone under the heavens. She had already felt the darkest flavors of oppression, and she didn’t want to feel that any more
Moving back to the material plane, Magnolia had been walking for some time. Now however under the cover of night, with the stars dusting the sky she had stopped in a river to bathe, slowly peeling off the layers of blood that had been encrusted in her hair, on her clothes and face. As the layers had been sloughed off a determination filled her veins, she was going to get stronger, she would stand above everyone.
It was this thought that led her to begin to walk into the wilds, far beyond civilization, her speed picked up and the ground below turned into a blur. Rapidly approaching the mountains to the east, the frigid air kissing her flesh whilst she thought to herself that some day when she stood at the top she might be able to fix this rotten society. However for now, she still had to get there first.
The years of Seclusion
In the mountains, the air was crisp and clear, it was the tonic that was needed for magnolia’s hurting heart to mend. During this time slowly she had begun to delve into the mysteries that had been left to her by her zanpakuto. The memories of her ancestors about her shikai was enough for her to ponder and contemplate to gain insight from. Infact in the beginning of her seclusion upon a lonely mountain’s peak in the midst of the mountain range that had been rarely explored by man, she had found herself contemplating not only her shikai, but why she had taken the actions she had in the beginning of life.
It was more than contemplating her own zanpakuto to gain strength, as her zanpakuto had explained to her, it was the process of tempering her spirit and her mind, so she could further walk down the path that she sought. To gain experience and enlightenment from the experiences of her past, to understand her actions and what they had been born from. Had they been born from hatred, or had they been born from something like the need for revenge as had been the reason she had slaughtered her way into the inner city and killed all those nobles.
It was these first few years that she spent contemplating her own mundane nature, why she had done what she had done. For what reason had she acted? And looking back on it all as a bystander, she found most of the pain that she felt seeped away and left her feeling numb. She was able to feel that there was a reason for her actions, that she hadn’t been the monster she thought she was in those moments of leaving the compound, that she had simply severed and completed the karmic cycle between her and the people that had slighted her.
It was only then as she remained in a deep state of meditation that she was able to go past the memories of her past, and contemplate deeper matters. Returning to her origin and thinking about her own mortality. About how her actions had always had a reason and a consequence to them. In this way she slowly learned, that in this world there was always a cause, and then there was an effect. Only the strong would be able to brave the waves that would inevitably be cast by a catastrophic event. As the ideals of youth had faded away she had reached a state of enlightenment. The demons that plagued her heart after the first ten years of her seclusion had faded away to the point that she could think of them without feelings of anxiety, self-doubt or heartache.
It was only then that she had finally been able to practice once more her skills with her zanpakuto. Her movements serene yet filled with a profoundness as she practiced the techniques of her shikai. She continued in those years after to forcibly broach the very outermost capabilities of her shikai. To continue to shape it, to build upon the theoretical knowledge that lay within her mind, and to test the theories within her head. It was in this way that she slowly began to grow, the moments which seemed to important to her, slowly fading into the past as her strength continued to grow.
It would be from these insights that magnolia took her first steps into true martial arts techniques, drawing off the knowledge of her zanpakuto, to shape slowly styles of combat that would fit her. Alarming strength and indomitable will drove her to strive for loftier heights than she previously had before. Even now in her moments of peace outside of practice, she would sit in a state of peace, completely cut off from the world as she gazed upon the stars.
Her life was that of a hermit as she practiced, learning from her zanpakuto and gaining the experiences and knowledge she needed to live in the cruel world that she was born into. Soon she mastered her shikai, the boundary between what was known as shikai and bankai quickly approaching her in her eighty eighth year of seclusion. Her twin swords rumbled like thunder clouds as she directed them through the air, the indomitable strength behind them scattering clouds and shaking the heavens. As she practiced her movements flowed like a dance, sometimes incomparably slow and tranquil like a meandering stream, yet at other times they had profound power within them. Striking at speeds that rendered her blades into little more than streaks that covered the air , the power behind them comparable to thunderclaps as they dispersed into shockwaves in the air.
Soon though as her energy began to build, on the eve of her one hundreth year thunderclouds gathered in the skies from the advent of her power. A hundred years was a time that was not to slow, yet at the same time, it wasn’t considered fast either as her blades begun to merge to form a uniform shape. The blades that one were two unified into one, a halberd. Her energy rose and caused the mountains to quake with her raw power, and yet even as she felt elation at her newfound power, it was tempered now by her knowledge. She knew that she aimed for even loftier heights, she wished to become a being who stood at the top, to pursue strength until she either died, or found the answers that she sought.
Many things of this world seemed fleeting to the girl who had contemplated her own mortality for a hundred years in the midst of training, yet the only real answer she had gotten was that strength was the only thing she’d be able to rely on. She knew eventually she might come to trust another, but for now she felt it was better if she walked a solitary path, seeking strength that no one could look down on. Even with the circumstances life had given her, she wasn’t ready to give up yet. Instead she wished to be free of the shackles of the world. That was her wish, and as she pointed her halberd at the heavens she vowed she’d one day obtain that absolute strength.
After this moment however, she continued to train, consolidating the newfound realm of power she had reached, this would take another fifty years, until on the eve of her hundred and sixty seventh birthday she decided it was time to once again venture into the outside world.
The Roving World Arc:
The world outside was full of strife and chaos. The clans continued to fight, bickering and roaring at one another. The sects continued to fight over resources, and the thousand-year-old monsters kept staying silent in the shadows. Magnolia re-entered this world once more, after her exploits, the destruction of the clans that slighted her had been forgotten in the sands of time. Currently, she walked on a dirt & cobblestone road, geta making faint clicking noises against the infrequent stones.
Magnolia had accomplished her goal, so what would come next? The Shinigami decided that she would pursue the peak of her martial skill. So, that’s what she did. It took several days of walking on that deserted mountain road to reach the next large town over. This town had a few medium-sized clans and was a part of the roaring eagle's sect, a hegemon of the central region, one of the eight great powers of the current empire that she was in. Walking across the dusty streets and looking at the vagabonds that dotted it’s borders, Magnolia couldn’t help but wonder what the powerful thought of these weak people.
Were they benevolent to them? Did they believe that by hoarding resources they would be able to benefit the realm? The corruption of the Martial world, the unfairness of the strong treading over the weak was something that baffled her, and she couldn’t help but ask Raijin. “Is this how the world should be? Is this right?”
Magnolia asked Raijin faintly through their mental connection.”It is how it is, Right has nothing to do with it.”
Raijin responded with a faint, weary sigh.
Magnolia was struck by the wrongness of it, as she stayed within the town, cultivating and watching its inhabitants go about their lives. The injustice that these people had to endure, the way they were trampled upon was something that she felt was against the martial way. It was not a benefit but a detriment to the realm. Thus she decided that this would be a part of her martial way, fighting against the injustice that had been levied to the weak. Would that make her an asura? Wading through the bodies of thousands of men? Would it make her a monster, inhuman as the people she was fighting? Harden her heart, Raijin told her constantly, and so she did. She hardened her heart against the Slaughter that she would ultimately cause.
It was around this time that she found a famous weapon-smith, a hermit upon one of the remote mountains in the periphery of the region. Her zanpakuto was her soul-mate, her partner, but she needed weapons that would become a symbol of her martial prowess, to not lean on her zanpakuto as a crutch. The sword that weaponsmith forged for her, with the promise that she would never use it against the weak, was the big-bear sword. A massive blade that when she picked it up she marveled at its cruel beauty. Knowing that it would be a blade that she would quench and bathe in the blood of thousands, millions if need be.
The next day she appeared before the Headquarters for the Roaring Eagles in this town, walking up to the opulent gates, her oodachi resting on her shoulder. The guards would stop her after she neared the gates, telling her to halt. However, what happened next would not follow that command at all.
Electricity flowed forth from the surface of her sword. The force of her swing obliterating the front door, shattering the earth, killing the combatants that had rushed forward to bolster the guards at the door after dimensional wards went off. The entire courtyard was turned into a scene of death and blood, broken bodies and splintered wood. Shattered ceramics, and twisted metal. Stone laid crumbled across the scene as magnolia walked through. These disciples were so weak, in the first or second levels of cultivation, the elders were a tad stronger, but they all were destroyed like insects.
Once the courtyard was destroyed, the elders would come out. These elders were powerful, capable of weathering the winds and rain, capable of destroying the region with a flip of their hands. Yet, Magnolia wouldn’t acknowledge their power or greet them properly, it would be the surface of her blade that greeted them. The titanic force of her swing requiring most of the elders to block to repel it. During this fight however, Magnolia did get injured. Burns dotting her arms, her kimono ripped and torn to expose her toned muscles as she slaughtered through them one by one.
As she slaughtered them, thinking of how mortality was such a fleeting thing. How even these powerful elders would be obliterated, their lives extinguished to the karmic cycle, she could feel a sensation of enlightenment about her. Nirvana, Life and death, the cycle that encompassed it all had always been an esoteric thing that had eluded her. Even when she meditated, practicing with Raijin and becoming one with the energies of nature, she had never grasped this concept of mortality, of death and how life led up to one's death.
Yet here, as the skies roared in power, as tremors shook the earth, and the courtyard and the regions surrounding it were turned upside down, it was as if a gate that had once been locked and obscured from sight was cracked open to her. The mysteries that had been beyond her were just within reach. She had traveled the path of vengeance, but she hadn’t resolved herself to a path. Some called it the progression of fate, Others called it finding one's Dao and reaching enlightenment.
This enlightenment brought with it an influx of natural energies. The sky charged with electricity as the gap between Magnolia and the Elders became much more apparent. As she fought she soon wasn’t just fighting on par with these elders, she was overwhelming them, slaughtering through them before ultimately destroying the entire compound.
Martial Peak Arc:
In the wake of that destruction and devastation, Magnolia felt herself enter a state of enlightenment. She could feel herself at the cusp of something new, of something deep, deep within herself awakening. More than ever she could feel raijin thrumming within her hands. She could feel the world opening up to her.
Closing her eyes and sitting down within the burning rubble and ruined land, Magnolia had allowed herself to delve into the core of her being. The very essence of who she was, and within that world, so empty and dark that only the thunderclouds above illuminated it’s gloom, she found him, Raijin. The great thunder beast which lurked above. His luminous green eyes looking down upon her with a great bloodlust. ”Come, let us delve to the heart of us, and cross this final threshold together!”
Raijin’s sonorous roar was thunder incarnate, it’s tenor boom roiling through the endless sea of clouds.
Magnolia did not speak, and instead as she took her first tentative steps towards the heavens she broke into a dead sprint, launching herself into the black clouds of thunder, a war-cry blossoming forth from her lips.
Heaven and earth were upturned, and the illuminated flashes of lightning exploded without abandon as these two great beasts of thunder and lightning fought within the darkness that stretched out forever.
For countless days and nights within that inner world, the rumbling and rolling of battle exploded forth, clouds being torn asunder, lightning flying from the heavens above to the darkness below. Over and over they clashed and they fought, until they stood side by side, broken and battered within the darkness.
Magnolia’s pants were heavy and hot as her golden eyes remained blurry from the blood that pooled across them. Yet as she looked towards the darkness, towards her mentor and friend that stood there, she realized the truth, and she allowed the naginata that remained within her hands to tumble away into the endless sea of clouds below.
Her lips parted as she reached forth into the endless void. This whole time he had been screaming out the name that had remained just beyond the surface of her lips. His beautiful, sonorous name, the dignified lord of thunder. It was only after she abandoned the fight, after she stopped fighting that she would truly understand that.
The darkness was quenched, as her inner world was illuminated by an all consuming, resplendent, lightning bolt. “From the pinnacle of everything, return to the origin, and transcend your limits Shōten no ten no megami”
Magnolia’s words echoed, and her world became ever-more dyed in thunder.
Magnolia’s eyes opened, and the rain that fell from the heavens above, quenching the scorched earth below was solemn and somber. Her power had become greater than ever, perhaps powerful enough to stand against the patriarch and matriarchs of the five great sects. Soon, yes soon it would be time to crush them all, to liberate the world from the clutches of the tyranny that had entrapped it.
Magnolia rose, and though her clothes were wet, the fire in her heart burned more resplendently than ever. Walking forward, she would stride forward the mountains once more, this time when she emerged from her seclusion, to solidify her realm, she would come for them, and she would finally rid the world of the menace that had been it’s scourge for times long since past.