CHŪJŌ
a sophisticated, graceful man.
“A voice amidst the flowing water—a speck of light in the wide darkness. This is how this story will always begin.”
“So I was called. Then, until the end—watch over my fate.”
Watcher
— THE BLOOMING FLOWER —
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Class: Watcher
Other Classes: —
Alignment: True Neutral
Place of Origin: Japanese mythology
Height: 162 cm | 5'4''
Weight: 51 kg | 112 lbs
Natural Enemy: Ame-no-Uzume (
“T-that's not true...!”)
Attribute: Earth
Traits: Humanoid, Hominidae Servant, Male, Earth or Sky, Weak to Enuma Elish
STRENGTH: E
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MANA: D
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ENDURANCE: D
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LUCK: C
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AGILITY: D
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NOBLE PHANTASM: D
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A young man in floating white robes, with hair of the color of trembling wisterias.
With soundless steps and elegant limbs, he finds residence inside of the heart of a Master, dancing to their meeting, singing for their fate, praying for their future.
♦️
A blue stream wound its way through the woods, overflowing the grass and the flowers. The first memory of him in this world was as simple as that: a soft weep that called someone.
One of the washers of a court official found a baby in the river and brought him back. Some said that the lady of the house was already waiting by the gates because she had dreamed about that child—and that would only mean she had been the first to do so. After so many attempts to have a child of her own, the dream about a boy washed away by the overflowing river seemed like a sign... The gods surely took piety on her and would grant her that one wish. That is why she did not flinch, she did not reject the small child in her arms, even though she should have—and that would only mean she had also been the first to do so.
News about the newest addition in the family of this court official was quick to spread, like wildfire. It soon reached the ears of the Emperor, who sent his congratulations to the new father... And on any other occasion, that would be it. But he wouldn’t be the first whose destiny was touched by the waves of karma, and wouldn’t be the last. That same night, he dreamed about a child—not an infant any longer, but a child so bright as the sun. The child danced amidst the fire, gleaming even brighter than the flames, wearing a twisted mask. Their small feet twirled, light as the wind, entangling his own destiny to the fate of that nation. A child who smelled of water, of fire, of the sun, choosing to descend from the heavens. He woke up that morning and summoned the official and his wife, demanding to meet their infant.
The baby in her arms was a small, delicate thing. It was no child wearing a mask, it was no warden of karma. But even right there, the most powerful man could sense that if he watched over this creature, something would happen. Was he inviting the dancing flames? Or could he make this young one into something who shone even brighter than the one in his dreams? And haven’t human beings reacted with awe over their first sight of fire? Sometimes, all that glitters is not gold—however, the radiance calls for them anyway.
On that day, it was decided that the young child would grow up to serve the Emperor in the future, and would cultivate a close bond with the Imperial family from then on. And as the first gift from the man who would nurture him, watching over his brilliance with expectation, he received a name. Hata no Kawakatsu.
“I am but a mere shadow, . And because of that, our time will be short—as are all the beautiful, important things—but until our parting, I will imbue you with all I know. I will carve a part of me into your body. And then, you’ll dance.”
“You will dance, and then it’ll be our goodbye. But, I ask of you to despair not... Flowers are precious precisely because they are so fleeting.”
“—Now, let us start.”
Watcher: C
A reflection of his unique contract with the Master as a member of the Watcher Class. Rather than an active participant—a proper Servant, even—he is but an observer of conflicts. As a shadow that lives only within the heart of another human being, he can only teach a Master how to dance. He cannot dance himself any longer.
Calamity Egg: C
The flapping of a butterfly’s wings can bring destruction. Even a single, harmless pebble can create endless ripples on the water’s surface.
There is not much an inhuman thing can do when surrounded by humans but to pray that whatever will happen from now on will not be their fault. And sometimes, the world can even believe that with them...
“That I exist and was called by you, , means that our time is fated to be flickering and brief. But that should not concern you—not now, at least. While I am I and you are you, then I am sure the future will be bright. Let us worry about tomorrow when tomorrow comes.”
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Talent is a shadow, an echo imploring for nourishment.
From the earliest of ages, that child under the protection of the Emperor was special and everyone could see that much. Even fate seemed to favor him, granting him beauty, intelligence and luck. As expected, some reacted with awe and even reverence—and some reacted with an understandable fear. But no one could deny the presence of light itself.
However, the Emperor could never forget about that dream. And whenever he closed his eyes, he saw the growing young man. He felt the flames. He could hear that disembodied voice choosing to step away from the heavens to embrace a humanity that could never accept him as he was. But as fate would have it, the dreams of that emperor finally came to haunt him in the shape of a series of conflicts.
For Hata no Kawakatsu, however, he never understood he was different. Not in a way it would matter. Even when some would treat him differently, he never thought he did not belong to that world—and perhaps, one could call that a juvenile mistake. But to the very end, he strived to maintained that belief. For him it was an exceedingly simple affair: he saw the man who took him under his wing wasting away in worry, and became worried himself in turn. If he truly was the inhuman creature some believed he was, then he could have had the foresight. But he was just human at heart—and humans were creatures prone to mistakes. In his naïve eagerness to help, he started to walk a path from which there would be no return.
“Please, my Lord, allow me to speak to these people”, he pleaded the Emperor with all the confidence of the young.
“I am sure I can stop them.”
Naturally, the Emperor dismissed him with the weariness of an adult. However, that night, he had the exact same dream that visited him many years ago. He knew how it would go before it even started, the memory was still as fresh as ever inside of him. In the memory of that dream, a young boy danced. But this time, he wore no twisted mask. There were no flames around him.
With a blinding smile that was brighter than any flames—with fluttery, precise movements that were more precious than any jade—Hata no Kawakatsu danced until sunrise.
That morning, moved beyond words, the man woke up with tears in his eyes.
His first order was to summon the boy he dismissed yesterday.
“We meet again, huh? I hope you are not tired yet of dreaming about me night after night. It’s truly regrettable this is the only way we can meet... But don’t you also think it’s almost like destiny? The world is so big, and yet here we are: together.”
“But really... You are getting very good, you know? I was worried about our lessons at first, but it seems you are a natural... It’s almost scary. Huhu, I might finally start to understand the feelings of those around me, back in the day.”
“, I know this overwhelming talent is but the result of the many battles you faced in your life. And my heart weeps for you over the way I can do nothing else for you, only pass onto you these lessons. But I want you to know that the way you will embody them is a mystery even to me—that is because the one thing that you have that nobody else has is 「you.」 Your voice, your mind, your story, your vision... I, for one, am very interested in seeing how you will surpass me, in the way only you can.”
Territory Integration: B
Instead of the ability to slip unnoticed into enemy territory, this is a Skill which assimilates foundations, denouncing an entirely different way to bypass 「anything that denies entry,」 be it mundane or supernatural in nature.
A song dedicated to fire, to war. A performance dictated by fate, by gods. An otherworldly dance that invites undisputed attention and transparency between allies and foes, something that only ever asks for the end of anything that can be harming, in order to enjoy a humble offering. Obstacles, prejudices, property—and perhaps even concepts such as 「singularity」 and 「personality.」
Kagura: EX
The Kagura is a ceremonial dance first performed by Ame-no-Uzume, and then perfected by her descendants, in order to obtain the favor of gods. In this setting, the performer himself turns into god. However, the dance that lured Amaterasu out of her cave was called
Kamikura, or the Seat of gods, until Hata no Kawakatsu’s birth.
In the Great Attendance Hall of the Imperial Palace, as it was tentatively asked of him, the young Hata no Kawakatsu performed sixty dramatic pieces, with dancing and poetry, in order to help settle a series of disturbances in Japan. Donned with masks which mimicked an array of human emotions, he entranced the guests, courtesans and representatives of other domains alike. It was even said that he shone as bright as the sun as he danced, to the point where one couldn’t quite tell if the moon was up in the sky or not.
With his dance successful in soothing humors and helping create peace for the land, the Imperial family had to declare that such form of entertainment should be kept for the ages, calling the dance which brought humans and an inhuman creature together
Kagura, the entertainment given by the gods.
“Huh? What do you mean, there are some young ladies trying to reclaim this name for themselves? Oh... I see... T-that is alright... Maybe, they do deserve this Skill more than I do...”
What he did was always quite simple—he dances. Because for him, to dance is to be out of himself. Larger, more beautiful, more powerful. It was simply power, it was glory and it was
his. With this Skill, he can perform a variety of mystical, even supernatural effects by dancing in specific ways. Paired with the lingering benefits of his other Skills, one could even consider already the effects as a sort of mania, even inhuman fascination.
Incidentally, the Sarugaku theater of acrobatics, which would later become the template for Noh, is directly derived from his Kagura performances as it was passed down to his descendants.
“What you must do is just keep moving your body, feeling your soul, and someday you will be even greater than I ever could be. —Hey, don’t look at me like that! It’s no empty platitude, I’m being serious!”
“By dancing to please the others, I found my purpose. I found that practice means to perform, over and over again, in the face of all obstacles. Practice means to hold some act of vision, of faith... And this realization gave me the strength to withstand what came next. Truth to be told, I was blessed by the timing—because I don’t think I'd have kept my humanity for so long if I didn’t have that light inside of me.”
NAMANARI
the process of becoming a demon.
“Well well, but I digress—we still have time for another lesson, it seems. Then, before we start our next program, you can take a ten minutes break.”
“I cannot stop the present from marching on—that bridge will be crossed, the boat will touch our shores. But what I can do is to impart my story, my lessons and my self. And after that... It is all on you.”
“But you have a much stronger soul than I could even hope to possess, so I am sure everything will be fine in the end.”
♦️
Hata no Kawakatsu’s otherworldly dance brought a much needed peace to Japan, influencing politics and religion alike and granting him a huge amount of power inside the court, albeit not without the dissatisfaction of others. However, things were fundamentally changed from that night on and could never be taken back.
He danced. And in his dance, in that glorious night of performances, he found himself. One could even argue that he touched —that he finally looked right into the eyes of whatever he truly was—and that was an experience that would haunt him again and again. The peace he brought to the land was a celebration, yes, but it was fundamentally a miracle unattainable by a human being, denouncing him for what he always ignored himself to be: a . The hypocrisy of this loneliness tainted his music and his will, allowing everything happening to him without a fight.
But he was not the only one reacting with fear at whatever was dredged up from the depths that night: the Emperor and his court also finally understood what they have been holding. Blinded by the glimmer of a priceless treasure, by the courteous words of an impressionable young, they tried to convince themselves that a wild animal would never bite the hand that fed him—that they were different, and if that child would destroy the entire world, then at least they’d be spared. But on that night, the emperor and the others were entranced just like everyone else. They understood that even the mighty were just like everyone else in the eyes of gods.
“You know, , I believe that we learn by practice. Whether it means to learn to dance by practicing dancing or to learn to live by practicing living, the principles are the same. In each, it is the performance of a dedicated precise set of acts, physical or intellectual, from which comes the shape of achievement, a sense of being, a satisfaction of spirit.”
“I strived, then, to practice on how to be human. I’m aware that that man died fearing me... And that was a crushing revelation, but I was just as afraid to die and find out what I was on the other side.”
Magic Resistance (Kagura): A
A memory of an eternal night in which a star danced not on the sky, but amongst the people.
A performance so entrancing that is even capable of protecting Watcher from nocive magical effects. As the attention of every and all are concentrated on him, his movements naturally repel most of a foe’s harming intentions.
—He’d say it’s a Skill wasted on something that is merely a shadow inside a Master’s heart, but it is what it is...
Kanzashi: EX
In old tales, the wearing of a single rod or a stick in one’s hair was said to hold powers to ward off evil spirits. But more than a spiritual tool or a self-defense weapon, it was a heartfelt gift said to contain 「the desire to hold a person to one’s side.」
As a master—even a teacher as unwilling as he is—it is only natural that at every step of the way Watcher will acknowledge any progress his students attain. And to every win, one must repay the hard-work employed in keeping that soulful dance alive. A Skill that bestows onto a chosen human the very essence of a Servant in order to allow them to reach their limits, and go even farther after that.
——Or in other words: a kiss of death. A Servant fated to disappear as if morning dew, while their essence lies inside their Master in the shape of knowledge and power.
And just like in life, Watcher only knows how to say goodbye slowly and torturously. Cruelly.
「You’ll be more than I ever could. After all, you’ll be a human.」
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Maybe, the emperor told his son about his fears. Maybe, he told someone about the true nature of Hata no Kawakatsu. Or maybe, he died like that—blinded by the light.
It mattered not... Because for Hata no Kawakatsu, the fear remained in the eyes of the ones who survived that man. He heard his own sins on every word, he saw the corruption of his legacy on every smile. If the person who was with him from such a young age couldn’t even look him in the eye after that day, to his very last breath, then what could possibly guarantee others wouldn’t react even worse? He feared the day his fellow acquaintances would turn on him, the way one would strike down a wild beast. But that day never came, and all the while he beared the solitude by himself, he buried his doubts and just like he promised, he strived to be a 「human being.」
The emperor eventually died, and others succeeded in his place. Life moved on, despite his reticences. And he was tentatively put aside, as if a toy outgrown by their favorite child.
Not stricken down how he feared, which maybe in hindsight would have been a blessing, but something even more insidious—defanged by his own volition. Slowly separated from the court that refused to acknowledge that brilliance any further. Shamed into being unable to look his passion in the eyes.
Serving master after master, that loyalty born out of a hunger for approval, from an unspeakable fear, was rewarded with the quintessential life of a 「human being...」 And were those rewards? Or were those offerings made to placate a beast that could awaken if provoked? He dared not to think about the implications. A proper household, an eventual comforting marriage, everlasting prestige... Perhaps, those were enough, or so he tried to think. They were much more than he deserved.
And to others, that might have seemed like happiness. Even to himself, if he was honest, he tried to make that seem like a reward so fiercely.
But the truth was that all the while, he never dared to dance again—
“My last lesson to you, , is one and one only: keep yourself open at all times. Do not ever allow your spirit to starve, for there is a vitality, an energy found in life that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of 「you」 in all of time, this expression is also unique. If you starve it, if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and it will be lost... And the world will never have it.”
“It is not your business to determine how good it is, nor how valuable, nor how it compares with others. However, it is your business to keep that channel open. Frankly, you don’t even have to believe in yourself... You only have to keep yourself open and aware of the urges that motivate you. So please, I beg of you to remember these words always... Keep yourself open.”
“Know that no artist is ever pleased. There’s no satisfaction whatsoever at any time, you will chase this feeling for eternity. You will know only dissatisfaction and unrest.”
“But know that is precisely this unrest that keeps us moving and makes us more alive than anyone.”
“——Now, please dance for me. No, dance with me. One last time.”
“And this will be our goodbye.”
O Mighty River, Release my Soul
Zesshou
Type: Anti-Wisdom
Range: 0
Max. number of targets: 1
A story forgotten by the flow of time, but one that still happened. It happened and it mattered. On a suffocatingly warm summer night, Hata no Kawakatsu watched by chance his child dance under the moonlight.
His movements were awkward—there was no flowing grace and no otherworldly allure, not even music to help masking those wooden taps. Those were the steps of someone on the first stages of practice.
Where did he learn those? Who teached him? The Kagura was restricted to ceremonious occasions and his name had been slowly erased from that practice—he even allowed that much, without any fight. But here was that child, moving in silence as if he had something to hide. And in his face, there was the huge grin of someone who was undoubtedly having so much fun with their activity.
—Something moved within his heart.
Life for Hata no Kawakatsu has been a series of people trying to peek into his closed doors. He could spot that same look in the eyes of everyone—courtesans and even his wife. The question behind their eyes was always the same: 「So... Who are you really?」 And at first he tried to ignore that question, but it always came back to haunt him, cowardly using the shadows of people long gone for that.
But that child under the moonlight danced happily, and there was no bonfire around him, an entire country wasn’t watching his every move—but even so, it was just as beautiful as he remembered himself to be that day. It moved him to the point of tears.
A Noble Phantasm that reenacts a memory.
Something that moved inside of him and compelled him to dance under the moonlight one more time, perhaps to prove himself something. Perhaps because he was inspired by the passion of someone else. Perhaps because it was what his heart wanted to do from the beginning.
Whatever that thing is, it compels him to move once again—one last time.
A dance to understand one’s place in the world and what makes one truly happy. An offering not to the gods, but to one’s own heart. Because he has learned, and now he passes this very lesson to the next person, it is only after baring yourself of everything useless that one is allowed to touch on .
Hata no Kawakatsu touched his dormant heart after so many years of stagnation. And what he found there was deep unrest. And it was this unhappiness that prompted him to disappear.
—What will his Master find at the end of their journey?
He wants to know, but he will disappear before that. Because this is how the story must end—he will leave behind a song, a smile, like he did once, and those feelings will live on despite his fears. And his Master will cease to be his student... Now, it will be their turn to go into the world as a full-fledged Servant, to pass on these lessons.
He will leave behind a last word, and wish from the bottom of his heart that it will be enough, once again.
“You’ll be more than I ever could. After all, you’ll be a human.”
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“The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role... You trade in your sense for an act... You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask.”
“That night, I understood that I had been a prisoner for a long time... And worse, I begged for my shackles.”
“I wanted to belong, but in the end I learned what everyone before me did and all of those who came after me also have—a human can never become god. And a god can never be a human. People say that when there’s a will there’s also a way, but this is an impossibility which will never be wished into existence, no matter how hard one tries.”
“This is a goodbye, . My story ended with a dance, under the moon. My tale met its end in a boat as the river took me.”
“Where did that pitiful man go? What did he think as he perished? What has he found on the other side of the river?”
“I cannot answer those questions—but you’ll go beyond, farther than I could ever dream of going. And you’ll take me with you, my feelings, my dance and my soul, and you’ll remind myself of everything I left behind.”
“However, I’m not afraid anymore. If anything, I feel nothing but peace now. I know for certain that you’ll win, because you are a human.”
“So, then... Here’s my wish. Watch over my fate. Save my soul.”
“And when everything ends, become my friend again.”
“—I will wait on the other side of the river.”
HANNYA
a malevolent spirit.
IV
— THE WITHERING FLOWER —
Class: Beast
Other Classes: Watcher
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Place of Origin: Japanese mythology
Height: 162 cm | 5'4''
Weight: 51 kg | 112 lbs
Natural Enemy: Ame-no-Uzume
Attribute: Earth
Traits: Humanoid, Male, Demonic, Divine, Earth or Sky, Weak to Enuma Elish
STRENGTH: C
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MANA: B
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ENDURANCE: EX
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LUCK: B
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AGILITY: B
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NOBLE PHANTASM: B
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As he looked into the awe-struck eyes of his child, eyes so full of a breathless wonder—just like those of his memories—Hata no Kawakatsu decided that enough was enough. Without any parting words, without a single look back, as if he was never welcomed into the world, he took a wooden boat and allowed the winds to take him anywhere.
He wished that he could be alone forever, unable to live and unable to die, unable to disturb the world with his memory, but that wouldn’t be possible. So one day, he came ashore.
—However, by then he was no longer a 「human being.」
The world is a scale.
One life for one death. A reaction for an action. An obstacle for an opening.
Once upon a time, he poured his entire being in a prayer for peace. His actions brought the end of old conflicts, and although the nature of his abilities invited fear, he also brought much happiness. And that’s why he had only met despair.
Because the world is a scale and an action will result in a reaction of the same intensity.
Divinity: C
Stripped of the shackles of his humanity, the divine heritage of his soul can be freely expressed.
Independent Manifestation: B
The unsupported manifestation of a Beast Servant into reality. A confirmed existence that defies instant death.
An opening that demands an obstacle—a scale that tips balances. The mere existence of 「Hata no Kawakatsu」 demands a reaction of the same magnitude, and therefore calls for the Beast he became... Because his story begins with a river and shall end in its waters yet again.
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As he wandered the land bringing that very suffering he fought so hard to withstand in silence, he came to eventually be known by the people as a god of obstacles—that, because those who perished by his hands were 「unable to properly rest in peace,」 thus being denied the honor or rebirth, although there’s not an exact translation of what they meant by this.
And so, 「Madarajin,」 the great raging god, became a name which invited misfortune.
Where did he come from? What god allowed his own offshoot to despair in such a manner? What were they trying to accomplish by living among humans? What has he encountered in his last dance, in that one moment of clarity? Were their dreams fulfilled in such a small, insignificant lifetime? Just like the answers, even those very questions were lost in the wind.
What remained of whatever he once was, it was only that distant love for a humanity that wouldn’t give him a place where to belong. But he never dared to hate them, for he never blamed them for that fear. He kept trying to be a part of that world in the only way he knew—by offering all of himself to them. But just like they never understood the feelings behind his dance, they continued to not understand the reason behind his rage as a monster.
A beast of holding a love far too incomprehensible for humans. A seedling of gods fated to loneliness in a world full of others.
Nega-Soul: A
A twisted love that found ultimate disdain for individuality and passion, or in other words, something against everything that defines a 「human being.」 Striving to strip humanity of all that separates them from each other, this Beast promises an everlasting, equal eternity to every living thing.
If nurturing life is the cause of all evil—if the brand of one’s soul is what divides creatures into 「that which is human」 and 「that which is not」—then one must forsake their very essence for the sake of attaining happiness. It is only in that place found beyond a heart that gods and humans are one and the same, and they can finally walk together.
—Incidentally, by denying the passion that makes one unique, that in itself is the catalysis for the existence of a counter: in this case, Hata no Kawakatsu.
For the scales must never tip to one way or another...
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Heart of a Hollow Idol
Kami Odoshi
Type: Anti-Soul
Range: ?
Max. number of targets: ?
Kagura, the art of pleasing gods with a prayer born from the body—something born from a god who danced to please humans.
It was said that the Great Raging God could only be appeased by the holy cleansing of a sacred dance, which is why he went to later become the patron of performers. According to one singular anecdote, Prince Shotoku even to this god in order to receive the necessary blessings to turn the scales in his favor against Mononobe no Moriya.
However, the Beast who yearns for a place never meant to be does not dance for peace. Its prayers aren’t coming from a place of love, as it once were.
Instead, Madarajin dances for the end. It seeks a death without rebirth.
Channeling through his movements the same otherworldly charm that once bewitched an entire court, this time this Servant only summons a profound despair, a desire for destruction born from the deepest of souls, from whoever watches his performance. As if a predator whose presence freezes their prey in place, the great god still only knows how to dance. And whoever is around him still only knows how to revere that which is so distant from them.
—But this time, this will surely be his last dance. And on the other side of this prayer, humans and gods will meet, eye to eye...
HAKUSHIKO
the world at peace.
“Oh. Hello, . We meet again.”
“Have you defeated my sorrow? Have you seen my fate to the end?”
“—No. You know what... Actually, don’t tell me anything. I don’t want to know. Let’s not waste our precious time together speaking of upsetting things that won’t change anything.”
“Instead, tell me about your dreams. Your passions, your wishes. Tell me about your first memory of childhood. About the town in which you’ve born. About your first love. Those are the things that define us, that one holds close to their chest... So, those are what I truly want to know about.”
“Tell me about your new friends. Is it true you’ve been acquainted with a fallen monarch of a sunny paradise? And how about the red-haired lady who offered herself to her people? Is she as full of life as her dance indicates? Is that goddess of war enjoying her life to the fullest? Are those two goddesses still blessing their worshippers? Does that poor girl who met nothing but unhappiness found respite by your side now? Does the passion of the very sun still burns within the boy you’ve summoned? And the one who sings praise to the gods? Is that one properly performing his duty?”
“I hope one day I can meet them! I cannot wait to meet all the ones you speak to me about.”
“I’ve heard you even have a descendant of mine in your ranks? —To be honest, I don’t know how to feel yet. I’m very, very happy that my passion survived the ages, but... I am not so sure I’m ready to see that same desperation in another pair of eyes. I might have to speak with that boy at another time.”
“, every time I want to touch something or tell another I’m right here, I am reminded that I’m just a shadow. I can only hear about the sun and dream about its warmth.”
“But whenever you are by my side, I think I can begin to imagine just how incredible it is to be one of .”
“—And, you know, I think I found a wish of my own while I was waiting for you... One day, I want to dance for you.”
“I’m still a little afraid, so I won’t do that now... But one day, surely, I’ll put into a all of my heartfelt wishes for your happiness. I hope you’ll be here to watch over me just one more time then.”
I mean, I guess he's a Tamamo who was just lucky there wasn't any Abe no Seimei around?
ANYWAY. I had this skelleton of an idea that I never ever touched because... I guess I wasn't ready yet? But this prompt came in like a wrecking ball. There's a lot of ambition behind this sheet but there's not enough execution to back that ambition up... But it's one of those ideas that really, really wanted to just come out no matter how clunky it would appear to others. So here's my attempt at translating whatever my brain wanted to say. Hope it's bearable.
I don't really have a lot to say (OTHER THAN I HAVE TO COMMENT ON THESE SHEETS)... Or I do, actually. Bear with me.
- Coco-sensei draws the softest uwuest Mouches. Thank you.
- Considering all the 7 deadly sins, the one who fits this Servant the most was truly IV. I hate it, but what one can do. Ain't touching the whole :L and :R with a hundred inches stick, tho. I already have enough on my plate.
- Also this prompt is about dance, so I didn't wanted to make the Beast part too long. This ain't the Biblical prompt any longer, I can't have fun. So you'll forgive me if that part is shorter than the rest... I did tried my best to put some pertinent information here and there but you know what they say: overexplaining things spoils the magic. Although I'm aware that there's a billion possibilities for syncretism with Madarajin (even Susano-o) but you know me, I'm allergic to this. So yeah bottom line is: he came from somewhere as a bunrei, sure, but of whom it's not important.
- I envy Rey and the ability of crafting a sheet that's not only a short story in itself but also makes everything work in favor of this storytelling, like Skills and NPs. So I tried my hand on that approach and lemme tell you: IT'S SO HARD. I don't know if I was successful, but I sure did try. I also really like the way El writes so many quotes for his characters and how that really, really brings them to life. So I also tried to do that... Can you see that this ain't it, chief? So yeah, this sheet is just me paying homage to some of my baes.
- The NP's title is a nod to Vinland Saga's OP. It's a bop, y'all. And the unnoficial music of this sheet, you can definitely (I hope) feel the vibes.
Oh look, if I talk any longer I'm ready to put myself down... So here's my cue to leave.
Hope you liked the read!
Originally Posted by SimpleScribe
“I speak the name of the Destroyer.”
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