How the Prodigy Became the Prodigy
May 21, 2014 1:08:21 GMT -5
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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on May 21, 2014 1:08:21 GMT -5
The wind rolled over the hills causing the grass to dance like little faeries next to one another. To the naked eye each seemed to move in tandem with its neighbor however this was not true. Each moved in its own unique way whether it is a split second delay in the movement or in the way the wind danced with its earthy dance partner. It was said that when the ancestors of the Muzai moved here it was after years of fighting with neighboring clans in a home that was long forgotten. For several generations of the clan, those that could remember their old home land, they viewed this as a temporary placement and that they would eventually return. The fates decided however that the clan would in fact never return instead granting them the beautiful land they lived on now and in due time the location of their old ancestral home was lost. The location of the Muzai was reaffirmed in the life of Fujin Muzai who proclaim his love for the land they lived on and that all of his descendants would live there for all of time. That affirmation was never challenged again and it was in the comforting hills and nearby rolling plains that many great warriors were born. But as with anything else time began to take its toll on the Muzai clan, the once great warriors were no longer staying under the Muzai banner, the honor they once held so dear was called into question numerous times but all of this was manageable to a degree. What wasn’t was the disappearance of the Aoiro no tsuisata, the legendary eye technique that was developed by Fujin Muzai himself. It was the key to maximizing the family’s fighting style to a level where it was applicable. The disappearance was sudden as it occurred during the birth of a new generation, not a single Muzai was able to access this ancestral power. Panic began to spread through the clan as the following generation did not obtain this power either, in fact the clan would not see this power in over four generations of Muzai. It was during this time that the clan lost all footing that it once had amongst the Earth elite and was left on its deathbed. That was until the day that Kurosanai Muzai obtained the Aoiro no tsuisata, it was then that hope was restored. But it was not Kurosanai that was thought to be the next to obtain it. This is that story…
**
Kurosanai sat on a small stump as he looked out over the lands that the Muzai still controlled and the farms that were nearby that relied on their aid in protection. It always amazed the young Muzai how this peaceful valley had been once looked down upon by his ancestors. He could only imagine what the old Muzai homeland looked like as his eye scanned the land until it was met by the mountains off in the distance. For a time they acted as a natural barrier to the valley that the Muzai called their homeland which only made Kuro wonder more what was off in the distance and how they could consider this only a second rate home. He was so focused on taking in the scenery that he barely noticed his cousin approaching up the hill.
“I sometimes think that we have been truly blessed by the gods to live in a place like this…” Kurosanai stated with a sigh of pleasure. His eyes shifted downwards to towards his cousin, “What do you think Mozoku?” The look of pleasure and relaxation on Kurosanai’s was almost too much for Mozoku. The young man had always been so laid back that it was almost admirable. He took his responsibility as another gift in life even though it was often one of the most excruciating things Mozoku had ever seen.
“What I think is that you should really return back to the compound before Izanami runs you through with a spear,” Mozoku replied as he stopped several steps down the path. His head was slightly inclined as he looked up the path that wound up the side of the small hill before passing Kurosanai’s sitting stump. The young man said as his light brown hair blew in the wind as his soft eyes studied his bandaged cousin.
“Come on Mozoku! I want an honest answer from you. What do you think about this land? This place? Is it really a gift to our family?” Kurosanai asked in an over the top fashion. Mozoku scoffed at the fashion his cousin had spoken. He knew exactly how to act in order to rile Mozoku up a little bit. With a sigh Mozoku crossed his hands in front of his chest and rolled his eyes. “Humor me.”
Mozoku turned to look out over the valley like his cousin; the view was truly magnificent as the beauty of all of the holdings of the Muzai radiated under the giving sun. He remembered running through the hills, dashing over the plains, hiding in the farmer’s fields and swimming in the lakes at the base of the mountains. The memories were sweet and it was in there that he would have to stay there. “The land is truly something else.”
“It really is.” Kurosanai added. The two young men stood there in an appreciated silence as each thought of the memories that hung with the land.
“You know why I am here though,” Mozoku finally stated with a solemn tone breaking the silence that hung between the two of them. He turned back towards his best friend with a sad look on his face. It had become his duty to try and keep his cousin somewhat in line. It was more a chore than a duty as his friend was a hard person to control but also because neither of them enjoyed the arrangement they had. Mozoku thought back to the first time that he was really asked to do what he had grown accustomed to and almost if on cue Kurosanai spoke.
“Do you remember that day? The day everything changed?” Kurosanai asked vaguely but Mozoku knew exactly what he was talking about. It was a day both of their lives changed drastically, a day that ended up thrusting a young boy into the spotlight, a spotlight he did not want. Mozoku studied his friend as he listened to the tone of his voice. He was relaxed but he was lost in his own thoughts. Something that was not an uncommon occurrence but this time it was not the same. There was no ear to ear smile that almost never lost, the very one that he had donned ever since that day in an effort to keep everyone happy. Mozoku thought it a bit unfair to Kurosanai to have been thrust into this circumstance.
“Yeah…I remember that day…” Mozoku replied in a soft tone. “The day you awaken the Aoiro no tsuisata…” Mozoku whispered to himself.
**
The day was much like the one the two boys were experiencing now with the only difference being that it was slightly colder. Two boys stood in a small dirt ring in nothing other than some gi pants and a tank top each. Their eyes focused and their movement measured. On one side of the ring sat an older man with a studious eye looking for any kind of fault. Then with practiced skill beyond his years the boy with lighter color hair leapt forward with a double front kick. The other boy stepped to the side and lobbed a soft kick to the midsection which was met with a slight oof but was followed up with a quick counter attack to the back of the knee. The darker haired boy went down face first into the dirt as the lighter haired boy grabbed his ankle and twisted applying pressure to his young ankle.
“Very good Mozoku. Kurosanai you have to throw that kick with more force,” the man yelled out from the sidelines. The young Kurosanai spun onto his back and kicked the center of the young Mozoku’s chest sending him stumbling backwards as Kurosanai rose to his feet. To the normal eye it would have been seeing two nine year olds fighting to begin with but to a trained eye it would have been even more impressive as both fought with a level of skill found by a young adult not a nine year old. Kurosanai looked to the side and saw his father studying each movement the two of them make. He was known as a good fighter and had been selected to train the two boys that day. As he turned back he saw his opponent.
But Mozoku was more than just his opponent. He was more like a brother to the young Kurosanai as they had been friends since before he could remember. They would play together and even play pranks but unbeknownst to the young Kurosanai at this time Mozoku was suspected of being the next Muzai capable of being able to unlock the Aoiro no tsuisata. He showed more promise in each passing month of his training then any of the other kids even remotely close to his age. And his skill really showed in this sparring session with Kurosanai, as the young Muzai was able to counter everything Kuro threw at him.
Mozoku sank back into a fighting stance with one hand opened extended in front of him while he kept a closed fist down by his side. It was a strange fighting stance but one that was custom only to the young boy and it proved to be effective. Young Kurosanai leapt forward with a series of punches that Mozoku fanned away with his hand with ease before delivering a stiff punch to the stomach. Kurosanai felt the wind leap out of his lungs in a sudden burst causing him to stagger back. Mozoku followed this up with several stiff jabs to the face causing Kurosanai to stumble backwards in an effort to try and avoid the attacks. He managed to throw up a sloppy jab that slowed Mozoku long enough for Kuro to breathe and to find his footing again. The break did not last long as Mozoku was upon him again with a barrage that sent Kuro stumbling backwards hitting hard into the ground with a thud.
On the sidelines Minato let out a little sigh. His son did not seem to be able to move as fast as Mozoku could. While he would always support his nephew, Mozoku, it was hard not to hope that his son would somehow out do his brother’s and become the next Muzai to unlock the Aoiro no tsuisata but it was looking less and less likely each passing day. Mozoku seemed to grasp onto the basic concepts of their fighting style much better than Kurosanai. Then again he knew he his son did not want to fight and in fact didn’t want the Muzai’s special eye techniques. He wanted to be able to travel the world and take in its splendor just as Minato had shortly after coming of age. This thought always made him smile as it was something that he could relate to with his son, nothing mattered more than seeing his son happy.
The last barrage hit Kurosanai harder than anticipated causing his eyes to water as he tried to keep his calm. He didn’t like fighting and he didn’t like the idea that he had to fight to bring honor to the Muzai. He always thought that there had to be some other way to do so. His body burned in pain from all of the damage that he had taken. It was in that moment he was ready to give up that he heard a strange voice.
‘Do not give up…look upon your opponent…and win this fight…’
The voice was strange. It did not seem to be audible to anyone but himself and the voice was stern. It was almost commanding him to rise to his feet opposed to trying to rally him. Then again he had never heard his inner spirit before, something the Muzai thought existed and helped them draw their power from, so it could have been that his inner spirit was going to be mean. But the boy did as was told and did rise to his feet. He avoided making eye contact with Mozoku as he tried to collect his thoughts again in an effort to somehow not disappoint his father. Unbeknownst to Kurosanai though a strange aura had filled the air, one that Minato noticed immediately. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before and immediately caused the hair to stand on the back of his neck. Mozoku was able to feel the shift in the air as well which caused hesitation to seep into his mind. It was not until Kurosanai turned to look at him that Mozoku’s jaw literally dropped.
In both of his eyes emanating out from the pupils blue spirals whirled outwards covering the entire eye. It was a daunting sight as Mozoku’s face ran pale. Kurosanai could not figure out why it had done so but it was then that he noticed something that he had never seen before. There were thin blue lines of what looked like energy flowing through all of Mozoku’s body. Kuro just chalked it up to being hit a little too hard. He raised both of his hands in front of him ready for battle. Mozoku just stood there with a degree of disbelief as Kuro launched into battle with him. Kurosanai threw several punches that went unanswered and landed flush with his jaw line sending him soaring through the air before landing hard. It was then that Kuro noticed the massive power difference from just moment before, it was truly unbelievable. When he turned to look at his father for an explanation he saw only disbelief again in his expression.
His father literally stood there with his jaw hanging open and his hand stretched out in front of him with a slight tremble to it. His mouth kept trying to form several words but nothing seemed to be coming out coherently. “Dad…are you okay?” Kurosanai asked with the blue twisters prominent in both of his eyes.
“It’s…it’s the Aoiro no tsuisata…” Minato said in disbelief as he looked on at his son.
**
That was the day that everything changed. When the clan found out that the Aoiro no tsuisata had returned it propelled the young Kurosanai into stardom within the clan. Quickly everyone forgot about how Mozoku was supposed to be the next wielder and instead focused all their attention on Kuro. From then on Kurosanai was sheltered from the outside world and trained to be developed into the man he was today. Though this Galactic Tournament that he had gone to had changed him, something was different and Mozoku was not sure what though. The friend that he had known was beginning to slip away because of interactions that Mozoku could not even fathom were happening out in space.
“Kurosanai…” Mozoku started but stopped. His best friend seemed to snap out of the weird trance that he was in and looked down at him. “I want to do something for old times’ sake.”
“What?”
“Just say yes damn it,” Mozoku grumbled as he walked up the rest of the path until he was on the top of the hill only a few steps away. He sank into a fighting position, his own custom one with an open hand in front and a closed fist to his side, with a smile on his face. “No Aoiro, just our combat skills right here and now. Let me show you why I am the one that everyone looks to for raw skills in combat.” Mozoku baited with an eager smile. It took Kurosanai a moment before he lifted from the stump he was sitting on and smiled.
“If you really want to get your ass kicked that badly you don’t have to be so excited. I will gladly remind you why I was one of the sixteen best fighters in the galaxy!” Kurosanai quipped back as he stood relaxed in a non-fighting position. Mozoku knew that his best friend was baiting him with attacking and also knew that he would have to rely on pure technique to even come close to what his friend was capable of. “Oh there is one thing I want to let you know before we start.” Mozoku looked on curiously. “I am wearing weighted clothing. I noticed a lot of the other fighters at the tournament were wearing training weights and decided to give it a try since returning to Earth. Hope you don’t mind.”
“You kidding me, if you want to slow yourself down with those be my guest.” Mozoku said as he suddenly sprang forward. He threw several punches to which Kurosanai’s hands quickly danced to life as the block each strike almost effortlessly. Mozoku followed up with a stiff body kick that landed hard causing Kurosanai to stumble backwards a few steps. He seized the opportunity to move forward and press the attack as he leapt through the air in an effort to land a flying kick. Kurosanai recovered though, dropped down and rolled under the high kick before shooting back onto his feet. Once he was there he threw a side kick out which slammed into Mozoku’s chest. Even with his weights slowing him down Kuro found that his skills had increased dramatically after fighting different fighting styles.
Mozoku continued to sprawl backwards at the surprise of how forceful the kick was that hit him dead center in the chest. Kuro had become much stronger and faster, he was barely able to keep up. Mozoku darted forward after finding his footing only to receive several strikes to the stomach before an uppercut to the face. It dropped the former favorite onto the ground with a thud, which opened his eyes quick enough to see Kuro stop just short of punching his face in. The two stood there for a moment before the prodigy of the Muzai opened he hand and displayed a large smile.
“I have gotten better,” Kuro said smugly as he waited for Mozoku to grab hold of his hand. Finally after a brief moment Mozoku grabbed his hand and was hoisted back onto his feet with a smile on his face as well. The two of them laughed as they looked out over the valley.
“You really have become something else Kuro,” Mozoku stated with a smile. “You have become quite strong.” This seemed to silence the prodigy of the Muzai a bit before he answered.
“I can only hope that I am strong enough to fight for what I believe in when the time comes.” Kurosanai stated. It seemed to draw the entire situation into a more somber tone again however Mozoku saw what he could only assume was a flicker of maturity. But that was quickly lost by Kurosanai’s next comment. “Alright let’s get going. I don’t want Izanami to flog us for being late, that sadistic bitch.” Kurosanai said with a sigh as he set on down the path back to the compound. Mozoku chuckled to himself as he set off after him with only one thought in his mind.
‘The unlikely prodigy of the Muzai is truly something else sometimes.’
**
Kurosanai sat on a small stump as he looked out over the lands that the Muzai still controlled and the farms that were nearby that relied on their aid in protection. It always amazed the young Muzai how this peaceful valley had been once looked down upon by his ancestors. He could only imagine what the old Muzai homeland looked like as his eye scanned the land until it was met by the mountains off in the distance. For a time they acted as a natural barrier to the valley that the Muzai called their homeland which only made Kuro wonder more what was off in the distance and how they could consider this only a second rate home. He was so focused on taking in the scenery that he barely noticed his cousin approaching up the hill.
“I sometimes think that we have been truly blessed by the gods to live in a place like this…” Kurosanai stated with a sigh of pleasure. His eyes shifted downwards to towards his cousin, “What do you think Mozoku?” The look of pleasure and relaxation on Kurosanai’s was almost too much for Mozoku. The young man had always been so laid back that it was almost admirable. He took his responsibility as another gift in life even though it was often one of the most excruciating things Mozoku had ever seen.
“What I think is that you should really return back to the compound before Izanami runs you through with a spear,” Mozoku replied as he stopped several steps down the path. His head was slightly inclined as he looked up the path that wound up the side of the small hill before passing Kurosanai’s sitting stump. The young man said as his light brown hair blew in the wind as his soft eyes studied his bandaged cousin.
“Come on Mozoku! I want an honest answer from you. What do you think about this land? This place? Is it really a gift to our family?” Kurosanai asked in an over the top fashion. Mozoku scoffed at the fashion his cousin had spoken. He knew exactly how to act in order to rile Mozoku up a little bit. With a sigh Mozoku crossed his hands in front of his chest and rolled his eyes. “Humor me.”
Mozoku turned to look out over the valley like his cousin; the view was truly magnificent as the beauty of all of the holdings of the Muzai radiated under the giving sun. He remembered running through the hills, dashing over the plains, hiding in the farmer’s fields and swimming in the lakes at the base of the mountains. The memories were sweet and it was in there that he would have to stay there. “The land is truly something else.”
“It really is.” Kurosanai added. The two young men stood there in an appreciated silence as each thought of the memories that hung with the land.
“You know why I am here though,” Mozoku finally stated with a solemn tone breaking the silence that hung between the two of them. He turned back towards his best friend with a sad look on his face. It had become his duty to try and keep his cousin somewhat in line. It was more a chore than a duty as his friend was a hard person to control but also because neither of them enjoyed the arrangement they had. Mozoku thought back to the first time that he was really asked to do what he had grown accustomed to and almost if on cue Kurosanai spoke.
“Do you remember that day? The day everything changed?” Kurosanai asked vaguely but Mozoku knew exactly what he was talking about. It was a day both of their lives changed drastically, a day that ended up thrusting a young boy into the spotlight, a spotlight he did not want. Mozoku studied his friend as he listened to the tone of his voice. He was relaxed but he was lost in his own thoughts. Something that was not an uncommon occurrence but this time it was not the same. There was no ear to ear smile that almost never lost, the very one that he had donned ever since that day in an effort to keep everyone happy. Mozoku thought it a bit unfair to Kurosanai to have been thrust into this circumstance.
“Yeah…I remember that day…” Mozoku replied in a soft tone. “The day you awaken the Aoiro no tsuisata…” Mozoku whispered to himself.
**
The day was much like the one the two boys were experiencing now with the only difference being that it was slightly colder. Two boys stood in a small dirt ring in nothing other than some gi pants and a tank top each. Their eyes focused and their movement measured. On one side of the ring sat an older man with a studious eye looking for any kind of fault. Then with practiced skill beyond his years the boy with lighter color hair leapt forward with a double front kick. The other boy stepped to the side and lobbed a soft kick to the midsection which was met with a slight oof but was followed up with a quick counter attack to the back of the knee. The darker haired boy went down face first into the dirt as the lighter haired boy grabbed his ankle and twisted applying pressure to his young ankle.
“Very good Mozoku. Kurosanai you have to throw that kick with more force,” the man yelled out from the sidelines. The young Kurosanai spun onto his back and kicked the center of the young Mozoku’s chest sending him stumbling backwards as Kurosanai rose to his feet. To the normal eye it would have been seeing two nine year olds fighting to begin with but to a trained eye it would have been even more impressive as both fought with a level of skill found by a young adult not a nine year old. Kurosanai looked to the side and saw his father studying each movement the two of them make. He was known as a good fighter and had been selected to train the two boys that day. As he turned back he saw his opponent.
But Mozoku was more than just his opponent. He was more like a brother to the young Kurosanai as they had been friends since before he could remember. They would play together and even play pranks but unbeknownst to the young Kurosanai at this time Mozoku was suspected of being the next Muzai capable of being able to unlock the Aoiro no tsuisata. He showed more promise in each passing month of his training then any of the other kids even remotely close to his age. And his skill really showed in this sparring session with Kurosanai, as the young Muzai was able to counter everything Kuro threw at him.
Mozoku sank back into a fighting stance with one hand opened extended in front of him while he kept a closed fist down by his side. It was a strange fighting stance but one that was custom only to the young boy and it proved to be effective. Young Kurosanai leapt forward with a series of punches that Mozoku fanned away with his hand with ease before delivering a stiff punch to the stomach. Kurosanai felt the wind leap out of his lungs in a sudden burst causing him to stagger back. Mozoku followed this up with several stiff jabs to the face causing Kurosanai to stumble backwards in an effort to try and avoid the attacks. He managed to throw up a sloppy jab that slowed Mozoku long enough for Kuro to breathe and to find his footing again. The break did not last long as Mozoku was upon him again with a barrage that sent Kuro stumbling backwards hitting hard into the ground with a thud.
On the sidelines Minato let out a little sigh. His son did not seem to be able to move as fast as Mozoku could. While he would always support his nephew, Mozoku, it was hard not to hope that his son would somehow out do his brother’s and become the next Muzai to unlock the Aoiro no tsuisata but it was looking less and less likely each passing day. Mozoku seemed to grasp onto the basic concepts of their fighting style much better than Kurosanai. Then again he knew he his son did not want to fight and in fact didn’t want the Muzai’s special eye techniques. He wanted to be able to travel the world and take in its splendor just as Minato had shortly after coming of age. This thought always made him smile as it was something that he could relate to with his son, nothing mattered more than seeing his son happy.
The last barrage hit Kurosanai harder than anticipated causing his eyes to water as he tried to keep his calm. He didn’t like fighting and he didn’t like the idea that he had to fight to bring honor to the Muzai. He always thought that there had to be some other way to do so. His body burned in pain from all of the damage that he had taken. It was in that moment he was ready to give up that he heard a strange voice.
‘Do not give up…look upon your opponent…and win this fight…’
The voice was strange. It did not seem to be audible to anyone but himself and the voice was stern. It was almost commanding him to rise to his feet opposed to trying to rally him. Then again he had never heard his inner spirit before, something the Muzai thought existed and helped them draw their power from, so it could have been that his inner spirit was going to be mean. But the boy did as was told and did rise to his feet. He avoided making eye contact with Mozoku as he tried to collect his thoughts again in an effort to somehow not disappoint his father. Unbeknownst to Kurosanai though a strange aura had filled the air, one that Minato noticed immediately. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before and immediately caused the hair to stand on the back of his neck. Mozoku was able to feel the shift in the air as well which caused hesitation to seep into his mind. It was not until Kurosanai turned to look at him that Mozoku’s jaw literally dropped.
In both of his eyes emanating out from the pupils blue spirals whirled outwards covering the entire eye. It was a daunting sight as Mozoku’s face ran pale. Kurosanai could not figure out why it had done so but it was then that he noticed something that he had never seen before. There were thin blue lines of what looked like energy flowing through all of Mozoku’s body. Kuro just chalked it up to being hit a little too hard. He raised both of his hands in front of him ready for battle. Mozoku just stood there with a degree of disbelief as Kuro launched into battle with him. Kurosanai threw several punches that went unanswered and landed flush with his jaw line sending him soaring through the air before landing hard. It was then that Kuro noticed the massive power difference from just moment before, it was truly unbelievable. When he turned to look at his father for an explanation he saw only disbelief again in his expression.
His father literally stood there with his jaw hanging open and his hand stretched out in front of him with a slight tremble to it. His mouth kept trying to form several words but nothing seemed to be coming out coherently. “Dad…are you okay?” Kurosanai asked with the blue twisters prominent in both of his eyes.
“It’s…it’s the Aoiro no tsuisata…” Minato said in disbelief as he looked on at his son.
**
That was the day that everything changed. When the clan found out that the Aoiro no tsuisata had returned it propelled the young Kurosanai into stardom within the clan. Quickly everyone forgot about how Mozoku was supposed to be the next wielder and instead focused all their attention on Kuro. From then on Kurosanai was sheltered from the outside world and trained to be developed into the man he was today. Though this Galactic Tournament that he had gone to had changed him, something was different and Mozoku was not sure what though. The friend that he had known was beginning to slip away because of interactions that Mozoku could not even fathom were happening out in space.
“Kurosanai…” Mozoku started but stopped. His best friend seemed to snap out of the weird trance that he was in and looked down at him. “I want to do something for old times’ sake.”
“What?”
“Just say yes damn it,” Mozoku grumbled as he walked up the rest of the path until he was on the top of the hill only a few steps away. He sank into a fighting position, his own custom one with an open hand in front and a closed fist to his side, with a smile on his face. “No Aoiro, just our combat skills right here and now. Let me show you why I am the one that everyone looks to for raw skills in combat.” Mozoku baited with an eager smile. It took Kurosanai a moment before he lifted from the stump he was sitting on and smiled.
“If you really want to get your ass kicked that badly you don’t have to be so excited. I will gladly remind you why I was one of the sixteen best fighters in the galaxy!” Kurosanai quipped back as he stood relaxed in a non-fighting position. Mozoku knew that his best friend was baiting him with attacking and also knew that he would have to rely on pure technique to even come close to what his friend was capable of. “Oh there is one thing I want to let you know before we start.” Mozoku looked on curiously. “I am wearing weighted clothing. I noticed a lot of the other fighters at the tournament were wearing training weights and decided to give it a try since returning to Earth. Hope you don’t mind.”
“You kidding me, if you want to slow yourself down with those be my guest.” Mozoku said as he suddenly sprang forward. He threw several punches to which Kurosanai’s hands quickly danced to life as the block each strike almost effortlessly. Mozoku followed up with a stiff body kick that landed hard causing Kurosanai to stumble backwards a few steps. He seized the opportunity to move forward and press the attack as he leapt through the air in an effort to land a flying kick. Kurosanai recovered though, dropped down and rolled under the high kick before shooting back onto his feet. Once he was there he threw a side kick out which slammed into Mozoku’s chest. Even with his weights slowing him down Kuro found that his skills had increased dramatically after fighting different fighting styles.
Mozoku continued to sprawl backwards at the surprise of how forceful the kick was that hit him dead center in the chest. Kuro had become much stronger and faster, he was barely able to keep up. Mozoku darted forward after finding his footing only to receive several strikes to the stomach before an uppercut to the face. It dropped the former favorite onto the ground with a thud, which opened his eyes quick enough to see Kuro stop just short of punching his face in. The two stood there for a moment before the prodigy of the Muzai opened he hand and displayed a large smile.
“I have gotten better,” Kuro said smugly as he waited for Mozoku to grab hold of his hand. Finally after a brief moment Mozoku grabbed his hand and was hoisted back onto his feet with a smile on his face as well. The two of them laughed as they looked out over the valley.
“You really have become something else Kuro,” Mozoku stated with a smile. “You have become quite strong.” This seemed to silence the prodigy of the Muzai a bit before he answered.
“I can only hope that I am strong enough to fight for what I believe in when the time comes.” Kurosanai stated. It seemed to draw the entire situation into a more somber tone again however Mozoku saw what he could only assume was a flicker of maturity. But that was quickly lost by Kurosanai’s next comment. “Alright let’s get going. I don’t want Izanami to flog us for being late, that sadistic bitch.” Kurosanai said with a sigh as he set on down the path back to the compound. Mozoku chuckled to himself as he set off after him with only one thought in his mind.
‘The unlikely prodigy of the Muzai is truly something else sometimes.’