In this world, Magic is Everything. All people, all races, are granted with the power to perform mystical and magical feats via grimories, mystical tomes granted to each and every child on their 15th birthday. Those blessed by the mana can have their names written down in legend.
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Ozma was at the training grounds of the Yuiee estate in traditional clothing but not as free flowing as some of their garb were, the reason being was that he was practicing and training with a weapon he enjoyed but was still getting used to which was a Guan dao, while it was traditionally used on horseback the paint mage was slowly getting used to its balance and weight and as his spirit Iris kept watch on the sidelines her partner was moving with the blade as if it was a dance, unlike his jian which he trained to be an extension of his hand the spear like weapon was a bit harder to wield in such a way but the knight was fluidly moving it around his body even spinning it making it harder to predict as he suddenly would start to spin and if one were looking in slow motion they would see him shifting the weapon with each turn striking high then low in a random order,
amount of force he was generating with the spins combined with the broad blade would mean that someone that was struck by the weapon would likely end up losing a limb in the blink of an eye or if ozma was quick enough and used enough force could potentially bisect an enemy, it was truly a powerful and commanding weapon and it was some of the reasons why Ozma desired to add it to his arsenal since the one he was wielding was only a practice one meant to get used to the weight. After a few moment Ozma would slow before he stopped and would take a few breaths the need for oxygen showing he was exerting himself greatly, Iris would grab a container of water and fly it out to him and he took it with a polite nod.”good job Ozma your getting really fluid and skilled with that spear” she stated as he nodded again enjoying the cool water going down his throat,'its not easy getting used to the balance but with some more practice I think this could be something I could use on a daily basis' he said thru their connection
[attr="class","polarPOSTIT"] He hadnt been expecting his brother to be up and training att his hour. It was nearly 6 am and the rest of the estate was still barely waking up. Yet Jirou had been awake by 4 in the morning, his body requiring only a few hours of sleep to function well enough he often spent his morning hours working on and devising new ways to use the skills he had in pain causing, torture, and not only was he skilled at those two things, he was beginning to be taught the art of poisoning. Something he would find great use for if he could make his Magic work the way he wanted. But hed need to get stronger and to get more strength he needed to fight bigger and stronger enemies. Yet as he prepared to start his day, Tianting would slowly and lazily float into the room. He was a bit sleepy and hung over from the last day. [break][break] He would wrap himself around Jirous neck as he always did. It was their form of bonding. The two had no real bond yet, and even with that knowledge the two were growing closer and closer each day, their goals were slowly ligning up and it would show as Tianting whispered into his hear about what his twin was doing. He would smirk and would quickly make his way to the training area only to hear the tail end of his brothers conversation with his own spirit Iris. He wasn’t a big fan of her. She didn’t deserve to serve his brother and he felt she was too flippent. He barely allowed Tiantings attitude but didn’t stop it as he needed him to learn to respect him. Tianting had no issue with her, but he also made no effort to befriend her. He was a dragon after all, any friendships he made must be earned. [break][break] Jirou soon made himself known and he smirked, he didn’t have his weapon with him. He was bored with ripping and tearing things apart. He needed something new. “Youll find it hard to fit a horse into most dungeons brother, Though you could always paint yourself one I suppose.” he smirked even more and would politely bow to his brother. “It is good to see you up this early. Tianting tells me you have a new toy your trying out.” he would sit and look toward his brother. “Perhaps you could show me how good you are with it already.”
words[break]0419 [break] total[break]0419 [break] SP Earned[break]0000 [break] Stat Earned[break]0000 [break]
Ozma and Iris both turned their attention when they heard movement and as he turned and saw his brother Jirou and his spirit approaching he simply nodded in understanding at his statement, it would be rather difficult to use such a spear in close quarters but at the same time thats also why he had his jian incase he needed that option. As he mentioned that his spirits had alerted him that he had a new toy the mute mages eyes flickered to Jirous spirit before he turned to him his guan dao low and at the ready, while he hadent fully recovered from his training he had more then enough strength for a challenge as his brother seemed to offer. Ozma nodded as Iris would smirk as she sat on her partners shoulder “we accept but dont be surprised if you get rather bruised” she said
Ozma would wait for his brother to obtain a weapon before he got himself ready Iris still sitting on his shoulder, he would pull his punches with this battle and while his guan dao would hurt it wouldnt kill jirou since it was a training one and was blunted which meant that a strike at best would leave a wicked bruise and at worst might break a bone depending on where he caught it and with how much force, while Ozma made no noise his eyes were on jirous form watching his movement at all times ready for what may come and already planning solutions and counter attacks if needed.
[attr="class","polarPOSTIT"] Jirou knew his brother would take his challenge. He knew he would because deep down he knew his brother was just like him at his core. The only strength that mattered in this world was that of the wwarrior. In all aspects. He smirked as his brothers spirit said they would accept his challenge, but that he should be prepared to be bruised. The two would wait until he got a weapon, which was already being brought by Lanying. As soon as he had heard of his brothers training he had her retrieve his weapon and prepare it for battle. As she made her way in the ceremonial palaquin, the smoke of the incense could be seen coming from it. She was wearing her servently robes, yet they had been woven in sucha way that it was clear she was practicing clensing arts of some kind. But what no one knew was that she was not praying to the Good Kami. She was instead praying to a god, that if her real prayers were known, would cause her to be executed by the standards of their homeland. [break][break] The Black Dragon of Xia,it was a story of the first kingdom of their homeland, the founding emperor. It takes place so long ago that even some of the smartest and well learned in the Empire thought he might not have existed at all. A figure steeped in a deep Darkness. So Dark, that it was said that the Dragon was never a human to start with, But a Devil who wore the skin of an Emperor. He was the first man to conquer the known lands that would later become the Silken homelands. His Darkness helped him hold an Iron fist on an every struggling Infant Empire. He lived to be nearly 300 years old, or so the stories say, yet he did not die of natural causes. He was murdered, killed by fools who could not see the strength he gave the country and the Empire. Following his death, it was said that his spirit transformed turning into an unnatural Kami of Evil. Yet to her and her brother, and more importnatly to their Master and Owner he was the Ideal all Emperors should aspite to, A signing beacon of a pure and Flawless being. Yet worship of the kami was forbidden by the emperor. To try to hide a history they think dark. Her Master would not have it. He had always been facinated by the story, even as a child no older then 2 or 3 she had been told by Fengge. She smiled softly and spoke her prayer, silenced by the materail of the palaquin from the outside world. [break][break] “By verse of eight and chorus of four, with choir of Vengence and chords of pain, He is the Son of ruin. By path of eight and praise of four, He commands Excess and holds Suffering as a Blade. With sight of eight, by command of four, He is a Weaver of Grand Schemes and plots ever to bring Vengence to those who Wrong him. He leads the congregation of slaughter and brings the revelation of True Strength, For he is Unbreakable in all things. His path is deluge, His wake is Pitch Black, and His Word is Reality. May the Emperor live ten thousand lifetimes, and ten thousand more. for He is the salvation of mankind” she said Emperor, and she meant it. Her Emperor, her Brothers Emperor, the Emperor Fengge was raising. She would finish her prayer long before they would arrive, she would spend the rest of the time in silent thoughts. As she arrived, and she would exist the palaquinn, she would find her master stretching nad warming up. He knew better then to underestimate his brother. His body shined with sweat under the moonlight. [break][break] Jirou would stand and turn to look at her. His smile was one of love. Not romantic love, but the love only one who was truly loyal could receive. A love of appreciation and gratitude. He walked up to her and smiled softly down at her. He gently took the weapon from her hand and whispered into her ear. He was careful to make sure his brother did not see his lips, and Tianting was busy looking lazily at them, not as if staring but as if he had simply settled on their location to stare into the void. Yet when gently jirou removed the sword from her grasp holding it by its handle, covered in a full item cloth that made it appear as if it was wrapped for a burial the pure white silk hiding the blood it could spill, her face was such a bright red she could not speak. She was too flustered and as he had her dismissed one of her palaquinn carriers would help her walk. Her legs were like jelly. [break][break] He smirked happily as he ran a hand over the cloth covering. It had been made just as he wanted it, this one could not get dirty no matter what, as it was made with the same magic as the magic knight mantles. She was just getting into the palaquinn and being led away as her Master laughed happily and using the sword he spun toward where he would be standing for the fight. The sweat flew off his body as he spun and he smirked at his brother. “I want you to know brother, I don’t mind a Few Bruises…. so long as I get to see if I can make you show me your real voice.” hed will the mana in the cloth to unravel and dissipaite into the air until he willed it back. It cost such little mana he didn’t even mind it, as it was a nice intimidation tactic. The rough looking blade was thick and looked heavy, yet Jirou held it like it was a much lighter blade. The teeth of the blade would slide out and lock into place as it was now fully ready to be used to shred his brothers weapon to pieces. “Lets see which of us gives in first, like the old days when we were training with wooden swords.”
words[break]1042 [break] total[break]1461 [break] SP Earned[break]0001 [break] Stat Earned[break]0001 [break]