EMIYAman
I BONE OF THE SWORD
The armored warrior regarded the beastman. It was the troublesome, the way in which they spoke of his duty. Of course, he had no expected them to understand. Its likely no mortals could truly ever understand. It was a duty afforded only to him, and as those who suffered under evil he was willing to humor them with an explanation. It did not bother him, however... there was a rage bubbling up from within.
'They forget their place, mere beasts have not the right to question us! Weak as you are you are still above them. Why do you not scour them from this world!?' The rage Kurikara felt was not his own, but it might as well have been. The voice roared against the edges of his mind seemingly having lost what little patience it held. If Kurikara was not sure before he more than knew now, this presence craved only destruction. It was a cold and indifferent thing, not even justice mattered to it. But he could not be rid of it, and he wasn't even sure he wanted to be. If what the voice had said was true it may be the key to regaining and possibly even surpassing his old power.
'Calm yourself, there is no point. They are but ants before you their words mean nothing, power is the only truth right?' The voice subsided at that but he could feel it growl in barely contained anger. Having successful appealed to it for now he returned his attention to reality.
"I understand, the choice is yours. If that is your will then it shall be so. You underestimate me, but that is expected. Men are but men, the organizations and structures which they have built around themselves and trust in the power of, are but sand. Before the winds of destruction, it is nothing." Kurikara spoke with an even tone seemingly unbothered by the beasts words. His statement was almost pious in the way he spoke it. "At first, I had claimed your hearts to be weighed down by evil. Perhaps I was wrong. You may yet live your life, truly free." His helmet nodded at Taji in particular for the first time appearing as if he almost respected the feline. He then stood up from his seated position, gripping his blade he attached it to his back once again. "If you are rested and fed then it would be best we move."
'They forget their place, mere beasts have not the right to question us! Weak as you are you are still above them. Why do you not scour them from this world!?' The rage Kurikara felt was not his own, but it might as well have been. The voice roared against the edges of his mind seemingly having lost what little patience it held. If Kurikara was not sure before he more than knew now, this presence craved only destruction. It was a cold and indifferent thing, not even justice mattered to it. But he could not be rid of it, and he wasn't even sure he wanted to be. If what the voice had said was true it may be the key to regaining and possibly even surpassing his old power.
'Calm yourself, there is no point. They are but ants before you their words mean nothing, power is the only truth right?' The voice subsided at that but he could feel it growl in barely contained anger. Having successful appealed to it for now he returned his attention to reality.
"I understand, the choice is yours. If that is your will then it shall be so. You underestimate me, but that is expected. Men are but men, the organizations and structures which they have built around themselves and trust in the power of, are but sand. Before the winds of destruction, it is nothing." Kurikara spoke with an even tone seemingly unbothered by the beasts words. His statement was almost pious in the way he spoke it. "At first, I had claimed your hearts to be weighed down by evil. Perhaps I was wrong. You may yet live your life, truly free." His helmet nodded at Taji in particular for the first time appearing as if he almost respected the feline. He then stood up from his seated position, gripping his blade he attached it to his back once again. "If you are rested and fed then it would be best we move."
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