Hearing Shion recount her tale, Vahn had to admit that her past was pretty lousy. She was able to narrate it with a straight face, but, thanks to his ability to view and sense auras, he could tell which parts of the story made her happy, sad, or frustrated.
Recalling how she felt when Margaret and her Party tracked her all the way to the Northern Tundra, Shion fell into a prolonged period of silence. She normally felt a sense of catharsis when recounting her tale. It had been tens of thousands of years since the majority of these events, but, while certain aspects of her past had faded into obscurity, others were still fresh in Shion's mind.
For reasons Shion couldn't understand, narrating her story to Vahn felt 'different' than normal. His reaction wasn't all that different from a normal person's but, for some reason, it just felt like he got her.
While others with a tragic background might feel a sense of relief knowing there were people who truly empathized with them, Shion grew increasingly uncomfortable as the conversation continued onward. It was almost like her instincts were telling her that once she finished her story, there would be no escaping the increasingly gentle-seeming man seated across from her...
Exhaling a sigh, Shion made the decision to gloss over and skip a few sections of her story, stating, "After Margaret tracked me down to the Northern Tundra, I became a nomad. The Gods may have given her incredible power, but they hadn't granted her or her allies an eternal lifespan. By traveling around by boat and avoiding large population centers, I was basically able to outlive them..."
Though he could tell she had skipped over a few key details, Vahn couldn't help thinking that was a very novel way for an immortal to deal with their opponents. At the same time, however, he could see the tell-tale signs of depression in Shion's aura when she brought it up. People could adapt to pretty much anything, but, when it came to a person's mental wellness, loneliness and long periods of isolation were two of the most potent poisons...
In an effort to disguise her mood, Shion took a moment to drink from the cup of tea Vahn had provided for her hours prior. It had gone cold long ago, but, the moment she raised it to her lips, a fragrant aroma of mint and a fair amount of steamy condensation tickled her nose as she savored the cup's extraordinarily refreshing contents.
Understanding that Vahn had warmed her tea in the brief period before it reached her lips, Shion gave him a pensive look as she said, "Thank you..." in a soft and feminine monotone.
Returning silence and a faint smile, Vahn waited patiently for Shion to continue her story. When she did, he was somewhat taken aback when she explained, "I'm guessing the Gods weren't particularly happy with me for outliving their chosen Hero. Whenever I sailed out to sea or attempted to make camp on an island, massive waves and tumultuous storms would assail me. After a while, they even began sending Dragons, creatures that were supposed to be neutral, to hunt me down..."
As Shion's mood took a sudden drastic shift towards rage and indignation, she noticed that Vahn was also exhibiting signs of suppressed fury in Vahn's aquamarine eyes. Most people would show signs of intrigue or genuine excitement whenever she was recounting the more 'fiery' aspects of her story. She was starting to realize that the thing that distinguished Vahn was the fact he appeared to experience the same emotions she felt when recounting her story...
"What's your deal...?"
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Not expecting the sudden shift in topic, Vahn blinked in surprise, asking, "Pardon...?" in a genuinely confused tone.
Breaking eye contact, Shion took a moment to comb through and tuck the leftmost fringe of her bangs behind her ear as she said, "I'm told you most of my story. The only major events that took place after that are me contracting with a psychotic demon, going back in time, and killing more people than I'm comfortable with discussing..."
When mentioning her contract with the Demon Lord of Cinders, Shion habitually placed her hand over the large scar on her abdomen. She had been so focused on other things that she had yet to realize it was gone, so, for a brief moment, traces of confusion appeared on Shion's face until she suddenly raised the hem of her blouse to observe directly.
"Impossible..."
Though she was able to alter her appearance at will, Shion was unable to conceal the scar on her abdomen due to it being a spiritual injury. The Demon Lord of Cinders had taken away her future and a piece of her soul in exchange for the power and opportunity to seek vengeance against the people and Gods that had persecuted her for centuries. The incomparable feeling of 'emptiness' she felt when she finally realized what the Demon Lord of Cinders had done was one of the things that allowed her to tap into the Abyss of the End.
Feeling a genuine sense of panic for the first time in thousands of years, Shion quickly opened her own Status panel before exhaling a sigh of relief when she saw the skill [Abysswalker] listed near the top of her veritable encyclopedia of skills. She even spotted the curses associated with the contract she had made with Ashka. The only difference was that it now had the words (suppressed) listed in the Skill descriptions.
Directing what she intended to be an icy gaze towards Vahn, Shion was incapable of completely disguising her relief as she softly accused, "You did this..."
Without beating around the bush, Vahn nodded his head in conformation, saying, "Even if you grow to hate me, I won't regret it. No one should be burned with such a tragic condition..."
Blinking in surprise, Shion whispered the word, "Hate...?" in a tone so soft that she had basically just mouthed the word. In truth, she didn't know exactly how she felt right now. A part of her wanted to be angry. After all, she had never given Vahn permission to do such a thing. Rather, she had warned him multiple times not to touch her...
Despite her efforts to muster her usual indignation, Shion was too relieved to actually be angry. The strongest emotion she could manage was being mildly upset, so, while she did her best to glare at Vahn, it came across as more of a pout than a genuine glower.
Showing absolutely no signs of remorse, a faint smile developed across Vahn's face as he waited for Shion to collect herself enough to speak. His considerable amount of experience with members of the fairer sex was telling him it was best to remain silent. Speaking at this point was tantamount to willingly stepping on a landmine.
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With Vahn failing to provide the fuel she needed to explode, Shion's fury gradually waned until she actually began to feel a sense of guilt. She hadn't asked for Vahn's help but getting angry at him for helping her didn't seem sensible. If she helped someone only for them to lash out at her, she would undoubtedly regard them as petty or foolish.
Deciding to change the subject, Shion, once again, avoided Vahn's gaze as she softly muttered, "No matter..." before mustering a bit of conviction and appending, "It's your turn to talk. Just know that I can tell if you're lying. If you try to embellish things, I won't hesitate to expose you."
As his past wasn't exactly a secret, Vahn just shrugged before pulling out a Memory Projection Orb from his Inventory. He kind of felt bad for all the people watching as Shion recounted her story, so, in an effort to make things a little more 'entertaining', he decided to provide them with a visual aid. With this in mind, he explained the function of the orb before placing it on the table separating him and Shion. When it began projection, people throughout the Little Garden were presented with the exceptionally graphic depiction of a very young and emaciated boy strapped to an operating table...
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Though she normally presented herself as an unflappable, mysterious, and outright scary woman, Nav, the self-titled Queen of Owls, was currently in a sorry state after severely underestimating just how ludicrously overpowered Wu was. She had known that Wu was a serious contender for the title of 'Strongest outside of the 1-3-Digit Gates', but she hadn't expected the gap between them to be so...massive.
Fearing that the army she had accumulated over the last seventy years would be annihilated, Nav attempted to try and flee by aggroing some of the dragons she had been fighting onto Wu. What she had failed to account for was the fact that most individuals hailing from the Heavenly Domain, dragons included, feared Wu. There was hardly a single powerful individual that hadn't suffered at the hands of Ruyi Jingu Bang, so, instead of aggroing onto Wu, the various descendants of Meng Zhang promptly fled to give the duo some space.
Though it was impossible to tell due to the shadowy veil concealing her face, tears of indignation had started to pour down Nav's face. She felt like she was being bullied and no one was coming to help her. She understood the reasons, sure, but that didn't make her feel better. If anything, it made her feel worse. She felt that was cheating to let people like Wu participate in a Gift Game. How was anyone supposed to defeat her when Wu was both immune to damage and capable of hitting even intangible objects? It just wasn't fair...
"Run, run, as fast as you can~! Don't stop! If you do, this Big Sister is going to beat the shit out of you~!"
And now she was rhyming...
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Sitting in the cockpit of the Model Omega, Tomoe felt an overwhelming sensation of elation as she interfaced with the remarkably powerful machine. She could feel her perception bubbling outward, her senses extending far beyond their limits until she felt as though she had achieved an awareness comparable to omnipotence. It was an exceptionally intoxicating feeling, but, as someone who had experienced melding with Vahn, Tomoe was able to maintain absolute focus as she manipulated the Model Omega's limbs as if they were her own. It was a little strange having four arms but it wasn't something that would inhibit her piloting abilities.
Directing one of her palms towards the 'ceiling' of her spherical hangar, Tomoe felt a pleasant chill run through her body as everything between her and the space outside, thousands of kilometers of reinforced metal plating, simply vanished. One of the most terrifying abilities of the Model Omega was its ability to 'disassemble' anything within the boundaries of its Domain. It was significantly less effective against beings with willpower, but, as the offensive satellite was a mindless structure, there was nothing preventing Tomoe from simply willing it out of existence.
"Incredible...is this what it's like to see the world through Vahn's eyes...?"
Believing that Tomoe was addressing her, Okita replied with a succinct, "I don't know." From the perspective of Tomoe, Okita's voice sounded directly in her mind, as, despite not interfacing with the Model Omega, Okita was still seated in the cockpit.
Feeling a little embarrassed, Tomoe decided to pretend as though she hadn't heard Okita's words. Instead, she prepared to fly into space only to stall when she abruptly appeared exactly where she had intended to move. Her perception of time had drastically increased when she linked her senses with the Model Omega, yet, even as the person piloting it, Tomoe hadn't been able to recognize its movement. It was so fast that she had effectively teleported to her destination faster than her ability to perceive...
"Da Vinci is a monster..."
Once again assuming that Tomoe was speaking to her, Okita nodded her head in approval, stating, "Agreed...". This brought Tomoe out of her reverie, and, as a result, one of the Model Omega's four-clawed hands moved to its mouth as its pilot coughed to cover her embarrassment...
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Hearing Shion recount her tale, Vahn had to admit that her past was pretty lousy. She was able to narrate it with a straight face, but, thanks to his ability to view and sense auras, he could tell which parts of the story made her happy, sad, or frustrated.
Recalling how she felt when Margaret and her Party tracked her all the way to the Northern Tundra, Shion fell into a prolonged period of silence. She normally felt a sense of catharsis when recounting her tale. It had been tens of thousands of years since the majority of these events, but, while certain aspects of her past had faded into obscurity, others were still fresh in Shion's mind.
For reasons Shion couldn't understand, narrating her story to Vahn felt 'different' than normal. His reaction wasn't all that different from a normal person's but, for some reason, it just felt like he got her.
While others with a tragic background might feel a sense of relief knowing there were people who truly empathized with them, Shion grew increasingly uncomfortable as the conversation continued onward. It was almost like her instincts were telling her that once she finished her story, there would be no escaping the increasingly gentle-seeming man seated across from her...
Exhaling a sigh, Shion made the decision to gloss over and skip a few sections of her story, stating, "After Margaret tracked me down to the Northern Tundra, I became a nomad. The Gods may have given her incredible power, but they hadn't granted her or her allies an eternal lifespan. By traveling around by boat and avoiding large population centers, I was basically able to outlive them..."
Though he could tell she had skipped over a few key details, Vahn couldn't help thinking that was a very novel way for an immortal to deal with their opponents. At the same time, however, he could see the tell-tale signs of depression in Shion's aura when she brought it up. People could adapt to pretty much anything, but, when it came to a person's mental wellness, loneliness and long periods of isolation were two of the most potent poisons...
In an effort to disguise her mood, Shion took a moment to drink from the cup of tea Vahn had provided for her hours prior. It had gone cold long ago, but, the moment she raised it to her lips, a fragrant aroma of mint and a fair amount of steamy condensation tickled her nose as she savored the cup's extraordinarily refreshing contents.
Understanding that Vahn had warmed her tea in the brief period before it reached her lips, Shion gave him a pensive look as she said, "Thank you..." in a soft and feminine monotone.
Returning silence and a faint smile, Vahn waited patiently for Shion to continue her story. When she did, he was somewhat taken aback when she explained, "I'm guessing the Gods weren't particularly happy with me for outliving their chosen Hero. Whenever I sailed out to sea or attempted to make camp on an island, massive waves and tumultuous storms would assail me. After a while, they even began sending Dragons, creatures that were supposed to be neutral, to hunt me down..."
As Shion's mood took a sudden drastic shift towards rage and indignation, she noticed that Vahn was also exhibiting signs of suppressed fury in Vahn's aquamarine eyes. Most people would show signs of intrigue or genuine excitement whenever she was recounting the more 'fiery' aspects of her story. She was starting to realize that the thing that distinguished Vahn was the fact he appeared to experience the same emotions she felt when recounting her story...
"What's your deal...?"
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Not expecting the sudden shift in topic, Vahn blinked in surprise, asking, "Pardon...?" in a genuinely confused tone.
Breaking eye contact, Shion took a moment to comb through and tuck the leftmost fringe of her bangs behind her ear as she said, "I'm told you most of my story. The only major events that took place after that are me contracting with a psychotic demon, going back in time, and killing more people than I'm comfortable with discussing..."
When mentioning her contract with the Demon Lord of Cinders, Shion habitually placed her hand over the large scar on her abdomen. She had been so focused on other things that she had yet to realize it was gone, so, for a brief moment, traces of confusion appeared on Shion's face until she suddenly raised the hem of her blouse to observe directly.
"Impossible..."
Though she was able to alter her appearance at will, Shion was unable to conceal the scar on her abdomen due to it being a spiritual injury. The Demon Lord of Cinders had taken away her future and a piece of her soul in exchange for the power and opportunity to seek vengeance against the people and Gods that had persecuted her for centuries. The incomparable feeling of 'emptiness' she felt when she finally realized what the Demon Lord of Cinders had done was one of the things that allowed her to tap into the Abyss of the End.
Feeling a genuine sense of panic for the first time in thousands of years, Shion quickly opened her own Status panel before exhaling a sigh of relief when she saw the skill [Abysswalker] listed near the top of her veritable encyclopedia of skills. She even spotted the curses associated with the contract she had made with Ashka. The only difference was that it now had the words (suppressed) listed in the Skill descriptions.
Directing what she intended to be an icy gaze towards Vahn, Shion was incapable of completely disguising her relief as she softly accused, "You did this..."
Without beating around the bush, Vahn nodded his head in conformation, saying, "Even if you grow to hate me, I won't regret it. No one should be burned with such a tragic condition..."
Blinking in surprise, Shion whispered the word, "Hate...?" in a tone so soft that she had basically just mouthed the word. In truth, she didn't know exactly how she felt right now. A part of her wanted to be angry. After all, she had never given Vahn permission to do such a thing. Rather, she had warned him multiple times not to touch her...
Despite her efforts to muster her usual indignation, Shion was too relieved to actually be angry. The strongest emotion she could manage was being mildly upset, so, while she did her best to glare at Vahn, it came across as more of a pout than a genuine glower.
Showing absolutely no signs of remorse, a faint smile developed across Vahn's face as he waited for Shion to collect herself enough to speak. His considerable amount of experience with members of the fairer sex was telling him it was best to remain silent. Speaking at this point was tantamount to willingly stepping on a landmine.
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With Vahn failing to provide the fuel she needed to explode, Shion's fury gradually waned until she actually began to feel a sense of guilt. She hadn't asked for Vahn's help but getting angry at him for helping her didn't seem sensible. If she helped someone only for them to lash out at her, she would undoubtedly regard them as petty or foolish.
Deciding to change the subject, Shion, once again, avoided Vahn's gaze as she softly muttered, "No matter..." before mustering a bit of conviction and appending, "It's your turn to talk. Just know that I can tell if you're lying. If you try to embellish things, I won't hesitate to expose you."
As his past wasn't exactly a secret, Vahn just shrugged before pulling out a Memory Projection Orb from his Inventory. He kind of felt bad for all the people watching as Shion recounted her story, so, in an effort to make things a little more 'entertaining', he decided to provide them with a visual aid. With this in mind, he explained the function of the orb before placing it on the table separating him and Shion. When it began projection, people throughout the Little Garden were presented with the exceptionally graphic depiction of a very young and emaciated boy strapped to an operating table...
...
..
.
Though she normally presented herself as an unflappable, mysterious, and outright scary woman, Nav, the self-titled Queen of Owls, was currently in a sorry state after severely underestimating just how ludicrously overpowered Wu was. She had known that Wu was a serious contender for the title of 'Strongest outside of the 1-3-Digit Gates', but she hadn't expected the gap between them to be so...massive.
Fearing that the army she had accumulated over the last seventy years would be annihilated, Nav attempted to try and flee by aggroing some of the dragons she had been fighting onto Wu. What she had failed to account for was the fact that most individuals hailing from the Heavenly Domain, dragons included, feared Wu. There was hardly a single powerful individual that hadn't suffered at the hands of Ruyi Jingu Bang, so, instead of aggroing onto Wu, the various descendants of Meng Zhang promptly fled to give the duo some space.
Though it was impossible to tell due to the shadowy veil concealing her face, tears of indignation had started to pour down Nav's face. She felt like she was being bullied and no one was coming to help her. She understood the reasons, sure, but that didn't make her feel better. If anything, it made her feel worse. She felt that was cheating to let people like Wu participate in a Gift Game. How was anyone supposed to defeat her when Wu was both immune to damage and capable of hitting even intangible objects? It just wasn't fair...
"Run, run, as fast as you can~! Don't stop! If you do, this Big Sister is going to beat the shit out of you~!"
And now she was rhyming...
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...
..
.
Sitting in the cockpit of the Model Omega, Tomoe felt an overwhelming sensation of elation as she interfaced with the remarkably powerful machine. She could feel her perception bubbling outward, her senses extending far beyond their limits until she felt as though she had achieved an awareness comparable to omnipotence. It was an exceptionally intoxicating feeling, but, as someone who had experienced melding with Vahn, Tomoe was able to maintain absolute focus as she manipulated the Model Omega's limbs as if they were her own. It was a little strange having four arms but it wasn't something that would inhibit her piloting abilities.
Directing one of her palms towards the 'ceiling' of her spherical hangar, Tomoe felt a pleasant chill run through her body as everything between her and the space outside, thousands of kilometers of reinforced metal plating, simply vanished. One of the most terrifying abilities of the Model Omega was its ability to 'disassemble' anything within the boundaries of its Domain. It was significantly less effective against beings with willpower, but, as the offensive satellite was a mindless structure, there was nothing preventing Tomoe from simply willing it out of existence.
"Incredible...is this what it's like to see the world through Vahn's eyes...?"
Believing that Tomoe was addressing her, Okita replied with a succinct, "I don't know." From the perspective of Tomoe, Okita's voice sounded directly in her mind, as, despite not interfacing with the Model Omega, Okita was still seated in the cockpit.
Feeling a little embarrassed, Tomoe decided to pretend as though she hadn't heard Okita's words. Instead, she prepared to fly into space only to stall when she abruptly appeared exactly where she had intended to move. Her perception of time had drastically increased when she linked her senses with the Model Omega, yet, even as the person piloting it, Tomoe hadn't been able to recognize its movement. It was so fast that she had effectively teleported to her destination faster than her ability to perceive...
"Da Vinci is a monster..."
Once again assuming that Tomoe was speaking to her, Okita nodded her head in approval, stating, "Agreed...". This brought Tomoe out of her reverie, and, as a result, one of the Model Omega's four-clawed hands moved to its mouth as its pilot coughed to cover her embarrassment...
...
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..
.
(A/N: Alternate Titles: 'And thus the Origin of Vahn, the Sage Dragon Emperor was written into history...','Wu really is a bully xD...','Tomoe is cute...')
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