**A night sky slowly begins to set over the new and improve, beach house slash mansion. The few specs of shining on the water seem to float about as a blurred Shiro appeared atop his deck, moving into a slow walk towards the edge of the deck with a slightly tired look on his face. Nina, his awesome Ninetales for those who didn't know, was also laying on the deck. She hopped up lazily, and made her way over to Shiro.**
"Well now, glad to see you've been guarding the house while I was gone..."
**He glared at Nina with a smirk on his face, knowing she had been laying around not paying any real attention to anything happening in the world around her. But it didn't really matter. She just ignored the glare and plopped herself on the wooden floor right next to him, staring at the waves. Things seemed to have calmed down for the time being, but he still was somewhat worried about what he had learned earlier.**
"I hope everything is ok... I really do..."
**Shiro stared down at the waves slowly hitting the sandy shore one by one, trying not to let his mind drift to the worst thoughts he could think of. In fact, that was the last thing he needed to let himself do.**
A strange silhouette rested in the peripherals of Shiro Kazuma's eyes on the other side of his beach house patio. The eerie sensation of scorching eyes watching him from a distance, burning into his head from the distance, lingered in the air.
**Shiro's eyelids twitched suddenly, a small shiver rose up his spine as he turned behind him. Looking around, he didn't see anything, but for some reason he couldn't help but keep his guard up.**
"......"
**After observing the darkness that covered the wooden deck now, he brought his sights back to the gleaming light flickering on the sea's cover, the few waves till crashing at he shore every now and then. He was trying to put himself at ease. Taking in a deep breath, he closed his eyes and started to clear his mind.**
As Shiro's head turned swiftly to meet the image of the silhouette, it no longer stood there. It was never there in the first place. Though, the sensation of burning eyes piercing into his head did not flee him, for now it came from the other side.
Even so, the man attempted to calm his nerves and focus his mind from what he believed to have seen. Eyes must have been playing tricks on him. It was a very good idea to give them a rest and slowly bring them to a close...
*...shshshpahshpahhshhshhshhhsss...*
The sound of... Buzzing? No... Perhaps, hissing? Or... Whispers? Yes, incoherent whispers drifted in and out of either ear, fading in and out with fluctuating volume the more he tried to concentrate. It would not be too long before the once incoherent words grew more articulated and loud, ringing crisply in his ear,
*...you'renext...*
It felt as if the smoldering lips of whatever delivered these malicious whispers scorched the man's ears and his mind with foul dictation as the heat of the presence's body radiated near the Kazuma's body, boiling his blood...
**Eyes shut, Shiro gripped the handle of his Reverse Blade simply out of instinct, his breathing becoming almost deathly silent. The presence wasn't enough to make him be alarmed, but more so annoyed. He was put on guard and out of irritation, he turned around and drew his blade, cutting through the air at nothing, his eyes wide open and scanning the deck from side to side.**
"............"
**Letting his hand fall to his side, he tapped his thigh wit the flat side of the diamond enforced blade. He soon caught sight of Nina still laying about, taking her usual nap of the night, seeming completely ignored but whatever was happening at the moment. Shiro let out a sigh as he scrunched his lips to the side, not paying the slightest mind to any words playing through his head. He stood and looked up to the sky, staring at the stars and letting his mind go again, returning to a more calmer feeling.**
Silence remained ever present once the whispers subsided, save for the lonely wind that blew 'cross his deck as he scanned the area with eyes filled with annoyance. The vexation that singed his eardrum like a burning buzzing bee was nowhere to be found, as if those fiery whispers only existed in the man's mind. Despite the calm he tried to maintain, tension rose within him, as apparent from the drawn sword tapping against his thigh.
His nine-tailed sidekick, on the other hand, seemed rather unmoved by the events that unfolded; perhaps due to her slumber. Though, the acute ears of a fox would hear even a whisper long before a man, quite possibly in its sleep, as well. Maybe there was something for him to worry about... Or perhaps, it truly was all in his head.
Regardless, with a sigh of relief, would his head turn to the stars up above as he faced the moonlit waters once again. The heady feeling of peace did indeed return with the soothing sound of the tide's rise and fall against the beach, relieving the tension of irritation from Shiro's self... For the moment.
The light of the stars up above, normally bright and speckled white across the deep indigo sky, twinkled and glimmered as they would. One star, far off in the corner, gleamed a faint scarlet hue, which one could identify as perhaps a nearby planet rather than a star. It was not too long after that an eerie occurrence did appear in the formation of the stars and the moon, for the constellations rearranged themselves ever so subtly to the eye to form a rather distorted face leering down at Shiro from up above; the moon served as one large, bulbous eye, whilst the scarlet gleam served as the beady second eye. Randomly parting clouds formed the lips, holding no clear or definite shape to simulate gaseous, rolling movement as the face spoke in a garbled way;
... dighrtn't i saghry...
youghr're nekxsrthh!?!
The red of that light spread across the sky as the clouds rolled on past as they normally would, evenly painting the once indigo night sky a deep, dark crimson in a matter of moments, as if the night were lit aflame. Many dark hues of red tinted the sky to a certain point where one would still be able to tell that it was night. In an instant, the calm was broken by blazing fireballs blistering from the sky and into the sea out at the horizon, gradually growing in numbers as the storm drew closer to Kazuma Manor. Meteorites and comets soon poured like rain from the sky as a monstrous figure crept over the horizon, its baneful bass-filled bellow billowing beyond the burning breeze, hushed only by its distance. The mournful moan of death approaching a land.
*...paaaaaaOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooonnnnnnn...*
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The low, yet intense moan caused powerful vibration in the skies and great unrest in the waters, as if nature itself could sense the melancholic menace this monster brought with each passing step closer to the Chaos... Flashes of lightning from the blood colored clouds struck around it into the waters. Creeping closer upon its knuckles, under them a purple energy drew from the creatures of the deep their very lives into the chasm resting in its center, where their essences were trapped in its core. Steady were the chains that served as the reigns for the head below, steering it straight toward its target, where the village would soon suffer the same fate as its marine life at the hands of the Living End...
Starting with Shiro Kazuma.
**Turning around in a slow a dramatic sort of way, Shiro's eyes grew as his mouth hung wide open. Nina was up now, growling ferociously at the monstrosity that had formed in the sea.**
"Really...?"
**The feeling he felt earlier had put him on guard, but not enough to prepare him for this tower standing in front of him. Normally, someone would be scared out of their mind right now, but a different thought process was taking place in his head. He turned his head to face his house and let out a small whimper, remembering his last encounter with Fenri and what had come from the conclusion of that meeting.**
"Why me... Why does this always happen to me...? It's like trouble just magnetizes itself to me no matter where I am..."
**He sighed and turn to face this, well, thingymajig. His arms were folded in front of him as he looked at the top of the beast, and skimmed all the way to where the bottom of it's body met the water below it. That was definitely one hell of a monster. But, for some reason, Shiro felt almost nostalgic. It had been a while since he had had it out with some random form of nature that wasn't normal. He was actually quite excited, and in turn, the excitement formed a smirk on his face.**
"Not gonna lie... This looks kinda fun. KINDA fun..."
**Nina still continued to growl, her eyes turning to a dark blue glow. It was obvious to Shiro why she was so upset. He wouldn't want to be the one to wake her up from a nap. Never.**
"Calm down now... Don't do anything stupid please and thank you..."
**She stood still, what looked like pupils shifting in Shiro's direction, then locking themselves back on the monster. Shiro let out another sigh and also locking his own eyes on the thing and started only to stare. His laxidazy demeanor was normal, but never at any point was he left unguarded. A serious Shiro wasn't a normal Shiro. Then, something hit him.**
"I think we might need some help Nina ol' pal... As much as I hate to say it..."
The colossal harbinger of death continued its steady pace along the surface of the sea. After each of its steps, the carcasses of marine life could be seen floating up to the surface, floating motionlessly on the water. The waves calmed with each step it took, as if silenced by the sweet calm and quiet of lifelessness that the rest of the waters behind would endure. Before long, the sea of blue would also take on a scarlet hue.
Its reigns remained tight in its hands, guiding the head down below down its straightaway path that it did not seem to diverge from, in no rush or hurry to meet the land. It did not even seem concerned about the rain of fire all around it, as though it knew it weren't in danger nor would it be stricken by these burning rocks. The vicious head at the bottom, upon seeing land, lashed out and gnashed its teeth violently, hungry for souls to puncture with its gruesome teeth. It was calmed by a yank of the reigns, in order to hold back its voracity until they made their way to the solid earth. The larger set of arms, controlled clearly by the brain of the monster, the woman in the center, raised to the sky with soulfire hammers in hand; the Soul Crushers. Crashing them together released a metallic thunder that parted the skies, their collision throwing sparks of the ghoulish flames all about, whilst simultaneously blasting lightning of the same color into the sky.
Once the clouds opened up, a large eye peered down from the opening at Shiro and his house, casting itself down in a gleam of red as it shifted into its true form; an armageddonous meteor aimed to utterly obliterate the Western Seaboard. Its flames burned so hot, the sea would turn to steam slowly as it neared, granting a ghastly guise to the grotesque being grazing the seatop with its life-stealing knuckles. It released its ominously mournful cry once more as the fog masked it completely, letting none of the ghostly light it once shone to penetrate the great haze.
*...paaaaaaOOooOOOOooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooOOOOooOOooonnnnnnn...*
"Oh no you don't!!!"
**That was Shiro's signal for Nina to make her move. Shiro slapped his hands together, forming a double handed sign and taking in a deep breath with his eyes closed. The air around him became dense and an immense aura began to seep from his skin. He muttered a simple phrase as he opened his eyes, a slightly red tint taking up the pupils in his eyes.**
"First Flame..."
**Nina had hopped on top of the highest point of the manor, a similar aura starting to rise from her own body, but for an entirely different reason. Being his house was in danger once again, Shiro had to leave the gate running, sadly this meant he had no time to play around a bit. His first step of the Dragon Install was complete as the aura was taking place around his skin. Opening and closing his hands, he started loosening himself up for what was most likely about to be a very tiring event. He looked up at the massive haze, wondering if anyone would be seeing this right now. Taking in the calm moment, his entire body was covered in a chill of excitement, practically giving him goose bumps on his arms.**
"Alright... Here we go..."
**Nina eyes turned to a dark purple, shouting at the her entire body was covered in the same purple hue. Using Extrasensory, a part formed in the cloud and the demonic light made its way back over the seaboard. With the target now in sight, Shiro's clasped both his hands shut readied himself on the deck. His entire body began to cackle with pure electricity, causing anything loose on the deck to slowing gravitate off the wooden floor.**
"Time for round one... Energy..."
**He jumped up from the deck, bring both his hands in front of him and aiming them up to the sky.**
"RAIN!"
**His palms exposed, the stored electricity fired off in the massive beams of blue light in a massive array. The force of the blast sent him flying back towards the ground being the potency of the electric charged beams was larger with First Flame active. Each beam made its course to the giant rock threatening to destroy his home, and well, the seaboard too. Shiro had in the back of his mind that this would most likely not work, but it was more an attempt to test the waters before he actually went for a swim in this madness. Descending back first to the sand instead of the wood, Shiro twirled in midair to break his fall with his feet. As a precaution, he decided to bring out his old pal Muramasa in its glorious flame, letting it fall gently on his right shoulder.**
hick was the lavender haze gently enveloping the seaboard and all such coastline that Shiro's house lay centered so finely upon, leaving no room for the eyes to discern anything beyond the bridge of the nose all around. Yes, the efforts of the kyuubi familiar peaked at the roof of the house on duty of lookout served to permeate the central expanse of the other worldly smoke creeping from every visible which way, though indeed would her extrasensory senses cut only as deep as a toothpick into tender flesh; just lightly through the center, and only enough to see the target. The eerie serenity amongst the turmoil held no settlement for one's nerves at all, for how could calamity such as the fall of the heavens and the rise of a being to claim every soul that crossed its path harbor such... Absolute silence? Silence, save for the occasional mournful cry of the encroaching creature, growing ever louder.
*...paaaaaaooooooOOooOOOOOOOOOooOOoooonnnnnn...*
This time, once its dreadful wail subsided, following right behind it were the canid howls and maddened laughter fading in and out over each other to only faintly distinguish between the two during certain peaks in the fluctuation of either or; but never both simultaneously. Nay, there either sang tortured, vile howls of pain and lament or shrieked the hyenous, maniac laughter of jest and twisted humor, sometimes indistinguishable completely between the two. Soon in the fog would appear the phantasmal faces of what seemed to be source of such a deadly dissymphony, rolling about in horrid transmogrification, letting not a single one remain for longer than a moment before folding in and over on itself and those around to create one or more new spectral images of mugs born anew. Barely human, these faces' semblance churned from rabid canine to ghastly wraith to hellistic demon to remotely human, with a mix of many things unable to be classified by the eyes of the living. As was the art of the Livind End.
Lightning of the hue of blue left the energy blessed body of the famed enchanter of the elements, up to the sky with the might of the First Flame to quell the secondary armageddonous threat from up above. Red lay high in the sky whilst a deep, dank lavender cooled the water below, and now a brilliant blue bolted through the sinking scarlet skies and to the meteor large enough to wipe this side of the Chaos clean from the face of Vescrutia. Sparks of deep indigo hue, lingering up above from their call from the dual Soul Crushers, rose in oppositition of polarity to the ones of the nature of this world cast by the elementalist. As each streaked up to meet the meteor's surface, the opposing electrical forces drew one toward the other in an electrical hellstorm of magnetic combustions in the clouds.
Crik...
Cracka...
BOOM!!!
Kow...
Krakow...
KA-DOOM!!!
Flashes of the colliding lights dances about the dark clouds, the intense battle of each independent bolt told immediately through the booming thunder from the impact of each opposite crashing right into the other headfirst, with only a flurry of minor electrical discharge lingering in the atmosphere to show the remains. The air, most literally charged with the heat of battle, could send currents of thrill through the very beings of any who witnessed such somber ferocity first hand. Though, could it be called a wasted effort if they proved unable to enjoy such a spectacle? In the face of impending doom, to find such joy could only be called 'miraculous' in the least. The meteor continued is descent, only as slowly as the colossus walked, though the meteorites and comets continued to cast down their hellish rain, fiery bolts threatening to smite Shiro, Nina and the house they so desperately fought to protect. Shiro only wished to test the waters of the madness, but little did he know, he was already drowning in it. This behemoth known as the Living End gave rise to its dual hammers that sparked with the soulfires of the underworld's essence and proceeded to beat the 'drums of death' invisible to the naked eye, questioning whether they truly existed or not as each hammer steadily pounded the thin, solid air. Each crash, crackle and bassful boom of the storm overhead set the ominous rhythm for the beating of great and foreboding drums in the background, rising in volume as the Living End drew ever closer. The drums of death could very well have marked the time of Kazuma, his manor and the Chaos slowly coming to a close with each passing stroke.
*bum... bum... Bum... Bum... BUM... BUM...*
One's heart could beat at this pace; in fact, Shiro would find if he paid close enough attention that the constant pounding of his own heart matched in humble accord with the pounding of the drums. Was it adrenaline rushing through the pumped man's veins at the thrill of battle, or was it fear of the terror that now loomed over his home and threatened his village? Was it anticipation for what was to come, or cowardice in the face of what already begun? Only time would tell as the Living End somberly made its way to the shore...
"Yikes!"
**Shiro looked up in and cringed his face at the complete failed attempt of his Energy Rain. He gave himself a massive face palm and shook his head.**
"Things are about to get really... REALLY annoying..."
**In that slight moment, Shiro was completely unaware of a fragment that was about to rain down on his head. Nina's eyes turned to her dumb owner and a slight glimmer of light radiated over Shiro for a split second and disappeared. The fragment would crash with a loud thunder like sound and bounce off an invisible wall and hit the ground a couple inches in front of Shiro. Seeing the rock fall in front of him, his jaw dropped and he was left speechless at the fact that that single rock almost crushed him into the sand.**
"Wha.... Uh..... Huh......?"
**He blinked a couple times, trying to bring himself to breath again after his heart had just skipped a beat. Closing his mouth, he took hold of Muramasa and decided it was time to switch targets. His eyes scanned wildly across the frame of the beast looking for something to use. Then, they stopped on the one sight he was hoping not to engage; the bottom head with the ravaging fangs gnawing on the chains that kept the walker at the mercy of the top half. Idea in mind, Shiro burst forward at his amazing speeds, weaving in and out of the paths of the other fragments touching the ground and leaving red and blue stains in the earth below from the impacts.
Shiro touched down on the joint of the front left leg, Muramasa extended behind him in his right hand. From there, he blurred out of sight in another sprint up the leg. Muramasa formed into a blue template of flames, his left hand taking up the same color as well. He was almost to the head when this time he let out a shout.**
“SECOND FLAME!”
**A static field formed around his entire body as his speed made him seem like one of the bolts that came from the hammers clashing together above him. The now blueish blur clashed with the massive head, forcing it to jolt upward. Shiro lingered in midair, Muramasa held above his head after connecting with the monster’s chin. His left hand was cocked back and waiting.**
“Take… THIS!”
**He shot his left hand forward; connecting with the top part of the snout and sending its head back down with a combination of a classic Buster Wolf and the second installment of his flaming transformation technique. Normally, you would find a smirk on his face after such a flashy move. But this time, he had a different look in his eyes now. A more serious look then when things first started. Taking things serious right now was probably the better idea, for the game just got real for him. Better late then never he supposed.**
The bellowing invisible drums of doom pounded upon by the Soul Crushers stayed in steady synchronicity with the beating of the dazed man's heart, even as he was almost struck down by a stray comet from the skies. Thunder still crashed with great cataclysm, lightning still battled above, and upon its knuckles the Living End continued its dreary approach. The clouds of apparitious faces continued their contortion about their cycle of many different appearances, casting their presence over the land and siphoning the lives of wayward souls whose bodies they so helplessly passed over. That was to say, the weak; those that knew not the powers of chakra nor supernatural extravagance such as Shiro, who could seemingly quite easily brave the soul siphoning haze with little worry. Yet, to leap right into the fray of such a vile creature, that which plucked the souls of the deep blue expanse with only the gentle press of its knuckles that it walked on upon the sea's surface and change that navy blue into blood red, that may have been a foolish choice. Fortunately for him, he was not part of the commonfolk that lived near the coastline of the Western Seaboard, so his drain served only upon his chakra... For the moment.
Upon his very energetic source, the core of his chakra network that produced the spiritual energy known as 'chakra' to most that powered his body, would a great strain ensue. This strain, would he feel in the depths of his bones and coursing through his veins, sucking from his pores the chakra that existed and manifested itself within him as he entered the mist. This dark fog rolled from his body like steam; proof of its works in effect as he moved. Luckily, he was not only fast, but sharp, and so he hadn't been in the presence for very long... However, the longer he was, the more of his energy would be sucked from his body, until even his life force would be squeezed from the pores of his body. After a while, Shiro should have felt his body growing tighter and drier, as though he were aging rapidly and being sucked dry. This only intensified as he touched the beasts' body; that which created the mist from its own essence and maintained a concentration quite high upon its skin. Yes, very quickly the brave man would find that his life on the line... Slowly being sucked from him with every step he took. (I just thought about it like this, but think about at the end of Hercules when he hopped into the River Styx. That's what's happening to Shiro.)
Prolonged physical contact was most unwelcomed, and of course the large, ravenous head below would not stand for a tasty morsel to go unconsumed within eating range. Though it was kept on a steady course by the body up above, it was still quite the voracious creature, gnashing viciously at its new target. Whether or not Shiro anticipated this, his approach to the monster did serve to muddle their course a bit as he grabbed the lower head's attention. Whilst trying to maintain its trail above and trying to consume below, their balance was thrown just a bit out of whack, causing them to stop completely. A nice, clean crease to the chin of the lower head, though at the expense of some serious drain on Shiro's part, knocked the head for a loop upward, only to be smacked back down with another with yet again a substantial drain from the physical contact, the simple-minded head of hunger fell to its elbows, bringing the Living End as a whole to its knees for the moment. Shiro had successfully halted the beast's encroachment... But there still remained an extra head to face whilst the one below recovered.
Now, the upper head in command beat the invisible drums with far more malicious intent, clearly enraged by the minor setback in its course. Still quite in rhythmic flow of Shiro's heartbeat, the crashing lightning up above was called from the heavens and down below to strike the man whose heartbeat they followed. As long as his heart did beat would the lightning strike and follow his presence until their strikes left the beating of his heart completely ceased, with no more rhythm to follow.
Far away at the midst of the situation, Zesu leaps from tree branch after tree branch with simple ease and flow. Alongside his aid is his soul partner, Venize, who leaps at the same pace of Zesu. The Elemental Guardians of Zesu follows after the two to keep up for the training session that they were doing. The group reaches to the Western Seaboard and lands on the grassy plains, panting in sheer fatigue due to partaking this session several times in one day. He falls onto his knees and breathes heavily for a moment, raspy voice of comedic relief.
"Who's idea was it to leap around from one region to another without any breaks? I'm getting the director and producer of this show for this bullcrap!"
Venize: "This isn't a TV show, Zesu. This is Vescrutia. We should be much stronger than this from the several seasons that has passed by."
"Yeah, but those seasons were all filler and we've only got cameos because of the other actors going on an union strike."
After that brief charade of shenanigans, the sudden ruptures around the entire seaboard region caused them all to fall flat on their rear look around in caution. Looks like Zesu and the gang has crossed into another dire event where the world is being threatened once again by another powerful being. As if it wasn't the first time it happened. Zesu looks around and sighs with discomfort, getting back up on his two feet and pulling out the acting script.
"Let's see here, Insanity causing distress within the mountains. No, that was fifteen episodes ago. Kham returns and suddenly turns on parent mode for Vescrutia after his abandonment as a deadbeat dad. That was last season. Ummmm..."
He flips over the pages of the scripts and stops at the part where he comes in. He plants his finger on the page with a smile on his face.
"AH HA! Here we are! Shiro returns to enjoy a peaceful day at his home until Insanity comes into play and A-Town Stomp his house like crazy. Now Shiro request assistance, but the Union Strike of Vescrutia cause a shortage of allies to save him. Who will come to save the day?? Payment: $10,000 + Bonus for a role in the upcoming season."
He close the book and tosses it back to the director who is typing this story right now.
"Well, works for me! Let's go, guys. We got a comrade to save!"
On that moment, Venize and his elemental crew shifts into Zesu's body until he ask for their assistance. The young martial artist half-steps towards the destination with accelerating burst of speed, dashing through the area with only a teardrop of chakra used to accelerate even faster. Once near, he realized that the target monster that was assaulting Shiro's home wasn't just a average sized enemy that he'd face before nor was it as gigantic as Titan. Instead, what he saw was a giant of pure abomination and torment with incredible pressure and power. Even just the sight of it made Zesu quiver in terror not because of how it is, but because of the same typical bullshit that he been through before and this was no different at all. Just a different color swap and skillset swap. He turns his attention over to the audience and speak out to them.
"You see this, kids? This is why we can't enjoy a simple day in this world of Vescrutia. And this is what I get for applying for a blind job in the newspaper as well. Welp, time for me to get wrecked!"
He goes into a small chant as he focus his inner self and chakra to change into the natural elemental hero, Wang-Tang. His entire body glows bright and shifts into the golden fighter with a bright aura around him. After the first transformation, he claps both of his hands together to activate an experimental form that he needed to try.
"ELEMENTAL FUSION: XIN!"
His body glows brightly once more and the aura shifts colors: Blue, Red, Brown, and Green. The elemental gems inside of him flows out of his body and spins around several times until a beam of light rises up from the ground below him. Wang-Tang and Zesu's body begins change into a higher being with the fusion of each body part and element of the other elements. Earth, Thunder, Water, Fire, and Natural Elements fusing together in one clean swoop has caused Zesu to form a successful transfusion: Zalon, The Ancient Xin. Once the transformation was complete, Zalon took flight towards the location and his magma arms begin to spew out flames to prepare a distraction. As he draws near, he cock out his fist and fires a sudden beam of magma and hydro fusion in the general area where Shiro and the unknown threat resides. The beam of fused elements expands as the farther it travels, hoping to at least cause the treat level to shift over to him.
**Suspended in mid-air, Shiro was suddenly overwhelmed by a terrible clinging feeling in his chest as if he couldn’t breath. He didn’t gasp for air like most people for he was more seasoned then that to let himself panic. The electrified blue aura that covered his body crackled with his own sparks of electricity as the tip of his foot landed back onto the top part of the beast’s right leg. As soon as he touched down, the clinging feeling only grew tighter in his chest, his eyes becoming somewhat droopy. He was at the point of passing out, except the jolting pain of the chakra conversion within him was keeping him awake. The first bolt of lightning would crash down inches from his skin from the clouds above, the pulse from the beam pushing Shiro from the beast’s limb and tumbling towards the sea below him.**
What’s…. going on…?
**As he fell to the crashing waves below, he could see a blur of red floating through the air towards the Living End. Dazed and somewhat unconscious, all you heard was a splash below the monster with a blue glow surrounding the bubbles coming to the water’s surface. The darkness in the water was illuminated by the few bolts of lightning breaking the water’s surface. In a tired effort, Shiro brought both his hands in a final sign and mumble in a garbled voice**
“Final Flame: Dragon INSTALL!”
**Shiro’s entire body lit up like a orange flare, the ominous red-orange wings forming from the aura covering Shiro’s skin. The Blaze Chakra shot out crimson bolts as he turned himself upright. His heartbeat became steady again, his eyes catching the same hue as the red-orange wings now sticking from his shoulder blades, bursting out from the water like a phoenix reborn from its ashes almost. He was grabbing his chest, the drain still taking a major toll on his body, his breathing heavy and his eyes still half open. In his other hand, his Muramasa was slowly dispersing and flickering out like a candle. His eyes shifted to the transformed Zesu, and of course had no idea who exactly it was. He simply levitated for a moment, watching the bizarre assault on the monster, giving him a brief moment to catch his breath if you will. But of course, the multiple bolts of lightning trying to fry him to a crisp would most likely not let up enough for him to get some fresh air. But it was expected, and just so he wasn’t a sittng duck, he made his way back to the shore to try and figure out what just happened there.**
