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Aki and Temujin were both quiet. They wanted to commiserate with Sasha but they didn’t know what words to say. “I’m very sorry to hear this,” Aki attempted. “I wish I…” “It’s all right. It’s all in the past. And it was my fault for playing the fool and believing that I could be loved by an Ice-nin.” “No, it’s not your fault,” Aki insisted. “What they did to you was wrong in so many ways. And I wished my clan hadn’t done the Memory Wipe Spell on both of us and I could’ve been there for you as your friend. I’m sorry for all that. I truly am.” “I guess…” Sasha said, flattered that the future empress of the Gold Lotus Throne would say such words to him. “At first, it disturbed me that some Slayers could be so evil but as I stood completely frozen in the Touketsujutsu, the thought of all the teasing afterwards made me entertain the thought of never coming back to school. Ever. After that, I knew the shame was something I could never live down.” “I can’t imagine how you could’ve ha
“What did you answer?” Aki asked in a whisper. “Well, to tell the truth, I had considered the situation hypothetically before. All students of Wani Academy probably had. Our options were, precisely in this order: first, answer yellow cover – because naturally who wouldn’t want to get out of the experience alive? Sure you’d be covered in pee but at least you get to continue breathing. “But the most logical option didn’t appeal to the mentally enhanced version of me. Being discovered by my schoolmates covered head to foot in pee was a fate too horrible to accept, even weighed against the risk of dying. That was how concerned I was about my honor. I’m telling you, my priorities were so messed up. “And so my brain moved down to the second most attractive option. Option No. 2 was answering blue cover so we blue Slayers would get to die in our mother element. In fact, most Wani students I knew had thought the same thing, except for those who actually admitted they’d rather suffer a bucket
“The door creaked open,” Sasha narrated to his petrified audience. “There was no one there, at least no one immediately outside. I buttonhooked to my left and looked to the middle of the bathroom. There was the Ayakashi floating in all her spectral glory. I felt the hair stand up on the back of my neck. The legends were true. She did look like someone who was eternally trapped in a dark, watery grave, clumps of her long hair waving like octopus tentacles. Because she had her head bowed and her neck bent in an odd, impossible angle, she was looking at me from the top of her eyes. She was smirking so her tiny face looked very malicious. I knew then and there this was no prank Lorelei or any student could ever arrange. “‘H-Hello there,’ I greeted in a small, cracked voice. I was forcing my mouth to say something, anything. “‘My name’s Sasha Babor and I’m a student here… in W-Wani-ryu. Just like you were. F-from what I heard.’ Instinctively, I was treating the ghost the way I would a
“The Ayakashi floated in the middle of the bathroom inside her aura of dark water. It was like when you place water on a lotus leaf and it takes a spherical shape. There were bits of seaweed and tiny debris hanging about her. Her hair moved like octopus tentacles but more dispersed and chaotic. “This reminded me of the Second Law of Latent Heat as formulated by Lord Kelvin, how things tended to proceed towards a more disordered state. A basic tenet of education in Wani Academy, something that had been ingrained in all blue Slayers, was the superiority of creation over destruction. Or rather, the undesirability of destruction. “A direct result of this was the existence of a Restricted Section in the school library for books that were considered taboo. Blue Slayers were taught to have a deep love for science and the arts – ice sculptures during the Snow Festival, mechanical wonders during the science fair, the tundra biotope and the zen pond in the school grounds. In other words, creat
“I was thinking about all these things and more,” Sasha narrated. “I figured that during teleportation, Slayers are basically breaking themselves down on the subatomic level, phasing in one vibrational coordinate and then reconstituting themselves in another. This phasing process will include not only one’s body but also one’s consciousness and soul.” “And weaknesses?” Aki offered uncertainly. “Incredible, isn’t it? In theory, every summoning of Retsu creates a double or clone and obliterates the original at the point of origin.” “Ouch!” Temujin said, wincing reflexively. “Aye, I imagine it hurts every time they do it.” “But why don’t I feel anything when I do our clan’s Bunkai no Jutsu?” Aki asked. “With frequency and over great distances,” Sasha replied, “it must take a toll on the wielder. More importantly, because Slayers who summon Retsu are rapidly breaking down and reassembling themselves, their essence is in a constant state of flux and uncertainty. Again, they’re like pl
First, a brief history lesson: The fighting styles of Slayers took their inspiration from nature (godai, the five elements) and from their original enemies, the Great Serpents. There were a few styles that featured man interacting with nature and not the other way around; for instance, the Fish Gate style of a northern tribe derived from the natural movements of fishermen casting their nets. Nevertheless, the four main styles of the Clans sought to imitate the general attitude, posture and reflexes of the powerful dragons and appropriate them as a form of camouflage. It was believed that, after the heroic deed of Toryu, the first Dragon Slayer, the yamabushi monks of Mt. Emei on the Ethereal Nest compiled hundreds of dragon-slaying styles from all over Pan-Terra. Mt. Emei possessed indescribable beauty and hid a wealth of flora and fauna. More importantly, the yamabushis were travelling monks who journeyed far and wide to gather lore from healers, minstrels, hunters, lumberjacks, f
“The Ayakashi’s face had also undergone a complete transformation after ice crystallized on it then cracked open like some glassy cocoon. Even her eyebrows had frozen over like tiny upward icicles. She now looked half her age and was an attractive, albeit severe, woman. I wasn’t sure why but I thought I recognized her, not only from the confused flashbacks we had shared but from my own memory. For some reason she also reminded me of Lorelei. “Now she looked less like a wild woman or a Haxan but more like the White-haired Ice Czarina, a jōnin who ruled before the Dark Ages and was notorious for her wanton extravagance, her opposition to reform and for saying ‘So what if their crops have frozen over? Let them eat ice cream!’ She had been stripped of her riches and executed by peasant revolutionists. “The Ayakashi floated towards me like a snowflake. It was my first time to witness levitation outside the Clan of Stork. This removed every doubt in my mind that the Ayakashi was a powerful
“The Blackest Maw now lived up to its name. I sought to regain my bearings but I was doubled over in paroxysms of coughing. When I heard the familiar clink of swords being screwed together, I knew that the Ayakashi had assembled a double-bladed staff. “The Ayakashi took her time and toyed with her prey. She walked around slowly and taunted me with her new weapon. She kept flipping over and swishing the staff on either side of her to let the blade slide and spring out on one end and then the other. The sounds sent a chill down my spine. She reminded me of Lorelei once again, except the Ayakashi stayed quiet and let her blade do the ventriloquism. I tried to open my eyes but the most I could achieve was a blurry image of the Ayakashi. Worse, I felt extreme pain each time. The other fear I had was that I had gone blind. I was desperate to summon my mother element and wash all the foreign particles out. The effect produced by pepper was a burning sensation under my eyelids. “I swiveled