Suiren
Suiren laid there, upon an old bed. She laid there, her arm sparking with Golden and Silver light. The gold, coming from her, and the silver, from the space around her, met near whay remained of her arm.
From there it could be seen, if someone looked close enough, motes of white light gathering, and with time the changed to flesh and her arm was slowly replaced. It was not a fast process, but it was already making progress, her arm already healed a fair bit.
And so Suiren laid there, occasionally her arm twitching as the light around her intensified. And so, while her body healed, Suiren dreamed.
Petals fell all around her as she sat on the branch of a tree. As she watched as a man, garbed in armor and wielding an axe and sword walked the path.
It was tricky getting to this point. The patrols were well organized, and she could feel the biting from their air and earth. The bite of the truth nipping at her skin. It was more irritating if anything, as soft gold light crackled on her form.
She looked down at her hands quickly, smiling at the gauntlets around her hands. Got to admit, the old man sure left her a fun toy. A Demon Tool; got to wonder where he got something like that.
Oh well, it didn’t matter. And then she saw her opening, and then she moved, slipping past the momentary hole in the patrols. It was getting easier at least.
It turns out it did not take her long until she arrived at a clearing on a cliff, and on the other side she saw a structure, a simple structure made around a magnificent tree in full bloom. And then she smiled.
She was finally there; finally she would be able to prove herself as the greatest. And then she lowered herself to the ground and began to cross the clearing.
“You good at sneaking around. What’s your name girl?” A voiced called out, and, startled, she looked around to find the source.
And found it she did. It was an old man with mostly gray hair holding a spear. His body covered in light armor, sword was sheathed on his hip, and a shield hung from his back.
Suiren watched him cautiously, before she spoke out, “Suiren, if you must know, but not here to talk with you, here to see the saint.”
The man looked at her, a brief moment of shock appearing on his face before it vanished under a stoic mask. “’Suiren’ huh…” He mumbled, and then he twirled his spear and pointed it right at her. “Sorry, can’t let ya pass. It’s my job ya know.”
Suiren turned around, and with a movement flicked off her cloak, and lowered herself to a fighting stance. She was dressed in a vest and loose pants. Her short cut golden hair shimmering in the light. But the most noticeable thing were the two beautiful gauntlets made of brilliant metals and decretive symbols that seemed to shift constantly
The man’s eyes widened slightly at the gauntlets, but he did not have time to do any more as Suiren barreled down on him, and a vicious jab was launched at his face.
And so the engagement began, the sound of clashing metal accompanying the battle between spear and fist.
The fight was not going well for Suiren. She had the power and speed to beat him, but this man, if he could even be called that, was able to overwhelm her with pure spearwork. It was hard to have anything but respect for him.
Other than the hate, cause she really, REALLY, didn’t like this person.
“You should stay within my range, won’t have a chance otherwise.” He lectured her as he deflected and countered her blow yet again, landing a horrible gash on her arm.
Suiren snarled and ducked under the oncoming blow. And she decided, she had no choice but to use it here, otherwise she might not even get to fight the Saint.
“Respond!” She yelled, and she let lose a flurry of blows. From the air a pair of gauntlets appeared and joined in her assault. The man, her opponent immediately responded as she began to call out, almost as if he knew what was coming, and then his spear slipped and danced. With a series of slashed the attack was defended against. The defense was not complete though, and he was pushed back.
And so he had to make a choice, something he would have preferred not to do.
Suiren’s attack continued, but the man did not yield. Rather something was different. She noticed for the briefest of moments something moving under his armor on his arm, and then, with incredible speed his spear flashed out and struck her gauntlets.
The spear scrapped along them, a horrible gash getting ripped into the metel. And then, with a flash of light Suiren and the man were forced apart.
“AGHHH” Suiren screamed as she clawed off her now smoking gauntlets. Allowing them to drop to the floor, “WHAT DID YOU DO!?” She screamed at the man.
The man stood there, watching the girl, “I just broke them a bit. Sorry about that.” And then he dashed at her. Posed to end her right there and then.
And then a voice called out, “That’s enough Just.”
The man, Just, stopped immediately, and with a scowl he lowered his spear and backed away from her. “Only a couple more seconds” he mumbled, regretfully.
Suiren just looked on in shock, before her eyes moved the source of the voice that no doubt saved her life. She couldn’t have defended herself for long without those gauntlets after all.
And she saw him, the reason she was here in the first place, and the man she was determined to beat. And in that moment she realized something, something on a deep level in that her mind did not recognize it, something she would have to face in the years to come.
But tbere that man stood, looking at her with familiarity mixed in with something else. Almost as if he knew what she was just by looking at her.
Hamara, the Divine Saint which Stands in the Fields of Creation.
...He didn't seem like the almost all powerful person the old man made him out to be.
But she could tell, just by looking at him, that this man was something more. For Truth and Creation rested within him.
