By Tranquil 1 Comments
Sunlight slipped through the cracks in the myriad of cumulus clouds. The delightful weather betraying the natural state of Reisho. Where the white sheets of unending snowfall once lay was now a grass filled mountain top. Upon arrival, Milo Archer, former pupil of the Impero, gazed in amazement at the spectacle, placing his hand over his eyebrows to defend against the intense sun rays. In the two years spent within the clandestine Monastery snow was a common characteristic apart of the grueling journey encompassed in travel towards the land of the Keijijo.
But before the Tranquil could soak in the warmth, frosty flakes began to form and fall from the sky. The clouds grouped together, blotting out the sun's sensual gaze. A smile surfaced as what he recognized as normality returned and the large gates of Reisho swung open, granting him entrance. At the gates stood the Keijijo Elite, chosen defenders of Reisho and upper tier practitioners of the arts. A curt nod symbolized greetings as Milo strode past them. With a foot inside the monastery the gates began to close, but before Milo could venture deeper into the establishment his danger sense struck him fiercely.
The Knightfall proved more useful than any before him. With precise directions to the location of the Impero Yusuke Namikaze's tongue salivated for the taste of sweet revenge. Bolting through the skies of Japan he could feel the mystical energies of Reisho signalling him like a beacon. The Namikaze Prince was close. Closer than he'd ever been. Brimming with excitement Yusuke could feel his blood pumping faster. His heart picked up in pace as he broke past the sound barrier. The deafening speed created a silence akin to the calm before the storm. Today he faced his dream. Today his life would end.
Elevated high above the surrounding trees was a natural bridge, seemingly created by rock formation alone. The pathway led up to a pair of enormous gates which swung ajar. The surrounding area was shrouded in dense fog, obscuring even Yusuke's extra sensory perceptions. Like an eagle Yusuke swooped down with grace, decelerating with surreal control and landing softly a mere twenty meters away from the gates. An insidious smile surfaced and the Namikaze Nightmare slowly stalked towards the Monastery.
The Tranquil's anxiety forced him to turn around. A presence was approaching fast. One with volatile chakra the likes of which could only be bred through solace and hatred. When a figure landed on the far end of the bridge leading to the gates the Keijijo Elite instinctively took up defensive positions on the outside of the now closing gates. The two stood at Milo's side as he awaited the intruder's arrival. With the heavy snowfall it was hard to make out any details from such a distance. Once the figure was close enough, five feet away to be exact, he stopped and simply eyed the Tranquil, his gaze never shifting to the guards beside him. To his surprise, a teenage boy stood before him, harboring a foreboding naiatsu akin to that of the Zenku entity.
"You are not the Impero. Stand aside," Yusuke demanded as he remained motionless, studying middle figure's chakra makeup as he spoke. The man was strong physically. His biophysical chakra flow was uncanny and he held a deep reservoir, unlike most. Yet Yusuke had been told stories of the fabled leader of the Keijijo and this man paled in comparison to the legends. "I will not ask again."
The Tranquil dropped his bags, and tapped a button on his watch. In a split second Milo was wearing an all black suit made of a foreign material, topped off with a short sleeved long, black haori with blue flames dancing at the bottom. His afro shook, freeing itself of the multitude of snowflakes gathered atop and continued to flow in the wind. "Do you really expect me to just let you waltz in and start searching for the Impero? Do you expect them to?" he said, gesturing to his fellow clansmen. "State your case or go home."
Yusuke placed his left foot forward and his right hand gripped the handle of the sword attached to his waist. The left hand made a challenging gesture before the two men surged forward with unrivaled speed. Tranquil had drawn geijutsu hoko mid transit and the two blades clashed. Sparks flew as cold steel collided, marking the introductory phase of the battle between the Namikaze Prince and the Keijijo Kaze.