The one who surpasses the world
Weak, weak, weak! So very weak. So many tricks, so much magic, but yet he could still not come close. So Suiren decided, decided in that moment to truly attack. The screaming around her, the pain of the world became more and more apparent, and he mussels tensed.
Her Weight was growing, as they fought, from that first moment; her weight has been growing ever higher. And in that moment, using that weight and power, she claimed the might of the earth as her own. Golden pulses of light, emanating from all directions, traveled from the earth to her. They filled her, empowered her, and were overtaken by her. If he wanted to utilize the heavens, then she will crush that small power he commanded with something many time greater.
“Golden Worldly Garb.” The golden light intensified, even as the man prepared his attack, as the winds danced closer to him, as the wind formed lightning. But yet to her time seemed to slow, the force filling her form was minuscule compared to what the world truly possessed. It was but one fragment.
But yet, despite being a fragment it surpassed the might of the heavens this man thought he wielded, this hollow copy of the heaven’s might. The world was far greater, it was simply the truth. The world permitted the heaven’s existence by its own might, but its pull, by its weight.
And so, if that world’s weight was applied different it would mean its end.
And then, Suiren jumped.
The world beneath her shattered completely, exploding into a cloud of fire, earth, and dust, as the air broke, the force surpassing its speed and shattering it with a defining boom. And, not even a moment, not even half of a moment, no, rather it was almost as if the moment she left the earth she was there. She was at the man, he fist thrust into the storm he held in his hand.
“World Tremor Fist.”