A Storm was Brewing on Mosphere.
"Typhoon!" A Scream sounded out. Warning fellow civilians of the incoming, massive wall of black and blue. Streaking with lightning, funneling to a twister. Raining sideways from the sheer speed of the wind! In a blink a large piece of glass and debris came flying towards a child! Her mother attempting to shield her from the projectile–
When a moment later, the Debris Shattered! Cracking the ground and spraying into a cloud of dust! The Mother and Daughter were gone! Gone from where they had been and now stood under a safe overhang, huddled with other civilians.
The Mother looked around in confusion. "Wha?"
Pointing to the sky, the Daughter Smiled, cheering the words out with tiny hops! "There! There! Look!"
The huddle all shifted their eyes to a streak of Pink that Zipped through the air. Golden Yellow sparkles mixing within it!
"Funiki!" Kirk screamed, holding his Nephobo with both hands, aura dazzling around him, Large wings that seemed scaled but shaped like a monarchs. Glowing with a bright orange and white! "Storm Buster!"
The tip of the bo staff crackled with energy, swirling into a dark cloud ball. Streaking with its own lightning before firing off! Flying through the air! Crossing the hundreds of meters in a tenth of a moment! Disappearing into the torrent above!
There seemed to be a long lull of silence, that lasted only for a blink. The Typhoon, from within the storm head, exploded outward! A Massive eruption of rain and lightning blasted around! Wind visible into thick blades with enormous gusts of air!
Kirk had arrived and was only there for a total of ten seconds. Forcibly Dissipating the Typhoon with only his Weather Magic. In yet another blur, he zipped away!
"Damned Hoolong!" He swore as he flew, using Conduit from beneath his feet to produce air. His Kata 'Tystream' Allowed for the conduit he produced to be highly pressurized elements. Propelling himself.
"Ever since we found where they were hiding and what they were doing…Stealing the Life Force from the People, using it to produce a song that keeps the Storm surrounding Mosphere…" Those fragments, the sheet music that they carried, the ones that the Corps Had were mostly empty. Some half finished. Sucked the Energy from them, and formed it into music notation.
These sheets were the continuation of the song. Each sheet only one page of what they assumed to be a full score of 100 Pages…The Magical Girls were out constantly. Swarming the Island. Patrolling and being vigilant to any Hoolong causing trouble.
They had 75…So Far. But half of them were blank! And not even a dozen of them were full pages. They just couldn't allow them to get the full pages. It'd mean too many people getting hurt.
To many people falling into those Comas, left in Lethragy and Devoid of Passion!
Of Life!
Landing on the platform of the headquarters, a large silhouette of a brightly colored Skirt and Winged female figure. Stylized with a large head and lithe body spread across the ground to mark the platform.
Gracefully. Kirk landed, uniform disappearing with a swipe of his hand. Leaving him in leggings and cropped sweater exposing his midriff. Hair shifting back to the twin pigtails. His hair had gotten far more wavy as it grew out. Almost curling into full twists in certain sections of his ginger and white colored hair.
"Kirk!" A Green and Orange clad Magical Girl spoke, still in uniform. Lithe body covered with a green frilled skirt, orange belt, yellow corset that was green across the cups, and orange crop blazer ending at her knees. White cuff collar around her neck. "Gomey." Kirk replied.
Gomey's bright green, short bobbed wild hair bounced as she approached with pace. "Took care of the Typhoon?" She asked in a medium pitched voice.
"Yeah. Its gone. No Holoong though." His fist tightened. Nephobo collapsing and connecting to his belt. "Shoot…" Gomey replied.
"Storms are getting worse. We'll need to evacuate that city soon too." Kirk face darkened. Ears, almost catlike from his koi genes, twitched. "But…I don't know if we'll have the space! We're already getting as cramped as can be…"
Kirk had taken up a form of Captain Role amongst the Majooka. Guiding and determining the on goings around Headquarters and the City. "I don't care! Clear out another venue if we have too…"
"R-Right!" Gomey stammered. The Idols had been getting feisty. Demanding to have their performances continue. Many of them worried they wouldn't have the time to spread their image to possibly get into the Corps or get to become True Idols. Others obsessed with the fame.
"Lets hope it doesn't mean my venue is getting cleared out." A voice from a Dark Blue haired woman spoke. Leaning against the wall with her arms crossed over her bust.
"Aria." Kirk sighed. Magnus Aria. A woman who had been on Desamare. Performing their before coming upon Mosphere for the opportunity. Travelling through the massive storm surrounding the Island, just for the finances that would be garnered from the Bespoke Merchandise adorned to her likeness, selling of tickets and spreading her music.
"Captain Kirk." Aria sneered out subtly. Knowing the term was meant only for one man in the eyes of Kirk. "Its just Kirk." He glared back. Suddenly stopping and putting his hands on his knees, taking on a cutesy and playful tone he spoke.
"Oh you know~ Aria~! If you wanna gain fame, you can do what real idols do and actually help people~" He winked cutely, face falling back to stone as he stood. "No point in having you make stuff worse with your music…"
That angered Aria. Suddenly standing from the wall, clenching her firsts. Glare sharpening "What was that, Pretty Boy? Got a problem with my music?"
No. Actually. He didn't. He actually quite enjoyed it! But not the woman attached to it…
"Oh not at all! I'd just be worried that such fugly face be connected to it. Maybe then it'd look better on a two berry Plushy!" He spat back. Face scowling.
"You…" She snarled. "Why should I care about any of them huh? All I care about is becoming a star! And it doesn't matter who hears it. Only reason I'm in this dump is cuz its the heart of the industry!"
"Yeah? So you put music out just for the fuck of it huh? Just so you can just go about your day, basking in the fame? Wanting to hear all the cheers of adoring fans! Fans you don't even care about!" Kirk had done opportunities using his image. On the down low, using some tricks to hide his identity, magazines, photo shoots, pinups. Merchandise. He loved the money from it sure! But it was more because he knew people liked him. His actions. What he did for Mosphere.
He didn't rely on it…Trying to be useful and serviceable for people was long behind him. He did it for himself. Did it for those that enjoyed his own, albeit sparse, singing.
"I adore the cheers, dear." She responded. "We're both pirates. We know that fame is apart of it. All the articles, the news the journals, all of it…I bet if that hot Captain of yours would know what I'm talking about…" She grinned.
"If he hadn't gone and died with the rest of your crew. Always saying you're the Navigator of the Great Red Sash Pirates. You know they say that the Navigator makes the crew right? Guess thats why they ended up–" A harsh sound silenced her!
Kirks hand, coated in a pale pint hued Black, smacked The Vitruosa across the face! Splaying hair across her cheeks, leaving a visible red mark against her skin.
"Sonova-" Aria snarled. Hand glowing, ready to use her Music-Music fruit to summon up a weapon imbued with vibrations to strike. A Mic stand with microphone at the end, angled like a hammer ready to swing.
"Okay Okay!" Mask appeared, separating the two with his arms outstretched hand on each of their chest. "No need to make the situation worse with Violence. We've already got enough fighting going on. Save it for the Holoong." He demanded. Aria huffing, weapon disappearing as she stormed out of the building. "Kirk. You alright?" He turned to face the Koi.
"Should be asking her face. Maybe I fixed it…" He snarked.
With a sigh, Mask palmed Kirks back. Walking with him in pace.
Doors shut behind as they entered the meeting room. Designed the same as the rest of Headquarters. Adorned with pastel colors and ornate furniture that curved with carvings, metal furnishing, and dark accents. A large dark purple table sat horizontal a top a flourished rug.
"Why do you insist on instigating her?" Mask asked with a sigh. Simply gazing up to the effeminate man. "She's insufferable! And I know insufferable." He crossed his arms. "She shows up out of nowhere, puts on shows that last days! Get popular, money, art, all that other shit, and she thinks thats all she has to do…" He pouted.
"Yes..She is one of the reasons why so many Idols now want to just sing their hearts out and reap the rewards. In only a year, Idols have gone from being entertainers and helpers of the community, to people obsessed with glory." Mask continued on the Navigators thoughts.
"Shes THE Reason." He emphasized. Mask nodded small as he began again "In other words, Hatsune and Katsume found something." He looked up to him, eyes hardening.
Reaching into the pocket of his suit, he fished a metal tin. Small, and shining in the reflection of lights above. Engraved with the calligraphic 'M' of the Majokka on the front. Kirk knew that was the one thing the Corps put only the most important of contents into.
It was imbued with Magic, allowing it to be incredibly deep and spacious to hold what ever objects needed to be kept most safe. Unclasping the small lip closing the tin, a small ray of gold shined for a moment before fading.
Reaching his hand in, and disappearing like a magicians trick, Kirk could only think 'I need a wallet like that…'
It was almost like a door, depth seen beyond the threshold and into a space.
"They found a score." In his hands was parchment that was shaded a dark purple, like black pages, with subtly glowing music notes across it. "The Full Score."
Kirks eyes widened. Hands slapping into the table. "What?! The full score? How! Wh-Why!" The Koi's eyes held a shining glint of their own of astonishment.
"The Hoolong had a Man with them. Some form of Composer, a head lieutenant or leadership accompanying them to speed along the process. Man by the name of Hyun Kwon, he carried with him this." He flapped the pages in his hand.
"We think, based on the energy coming from it, its the full score. The score that has been being used to propagate the Storm." Kirks eyes continued to widen. Had they finally done it? Gotten something over those men? Those leeches?
Mask eyes however betrayed him. Lowering. "Speed along the process they did…Instead of doing what they had, creating new sheets…" His eyes tightened. Kirk could feel the pain of what was about to say before a word was even uttered.
"They wiped an entire city out. Every last one. Sucked of everything they had. All the life, to nothing but lifeless husks. Desiccated…Dried up…Them and the city itself…Hatsune and Katsume were only able to avenge them after they had done it." Tears pricked at the corners of both of their eyes.
"But–" With glistening eyes. He looked through his brow to the man in front of him. Eyes filled with conviction. "We now hold the key to their complete annihilation."
Kirk mumbled beneath his breath. Kneeling on the ground now within a dark room. His eyes gently shut as the lingering smell of incense filled the air from the small wisps of sizzling embers. Sat within tiny golden pots, a top a small red shrine that was ornately carved with golden etchings. Between both incense was a wooden brown bowel, charcoal dust, ginger, and bamboo shavings filling it.
This was an incantation. Something that he had learned from reading all the books that the Corps had to offer on the courses of Maho. It was an ancient process. Long and arduous. But it had the capability that no other Magic Did, in the right hands, and those with the strength to use it. Could permanently cast a magic onto a target. The more intense, and immense of an effect, the more stamina and Maho it drains from the caster.
Supposedly there had only ever been one person, long ago by a woman known as Wicked, Glyn D. Aeh, was capable of casting an effect so wide that its said it had killed her in the process. Other stories say she became the magic, or that she had lived a long prosperous life after.
It wasn't infinite in potential.
But Kirk could work with that.
He pulled a single, pentagonal silver coin. A 100 Pelly worth. Equivalent to a Single Berry. It had the image of a reptilian claw with straws of crop. Seemingly ready to grasp, or planting the crop. Etching and detailing around the rim, on the back a picture of the Berry Originally used for money. Shaped similar to a pomegranate, split open and holding a hundred seeds.
He imbued it with Haki. A loose haze of his orange pink aura waving around the object. It was not needed, but was the most potent form of his life force he could muster to finish the the rite.
Giving a small peck kiss to the coin, he thumbed and flipped it through the air. Clattering into the bowl,and erupting into a quick burst of golden bands! Washing over him and all he was aiming for.
It was a Rite of Serendipity,
Luck.
His shoulders slacked. Sweat forming. Breath leaving his lips in a sigh. Exhaustion washing over him.
It wasn't going to make them perfect. Wasn't going to make them impossible to hit. But it would give all the members of Majokka, Idols and fighters preparing for battle, a sway. A small sway in their favor.
They had three days. Three days to prepare and ready themselves for the Assualt on the Hoolong.
Blurs of motion smeared the air as on the second day, wearing Leggings and a tanktop, Kirk swatted his nephobo in expert fashion. Twirling it over his head, snapping his wrist, bending it harshly while he gripped the staff by the midsection back end resting against his tricep.
Rotating, he grabbed the bottom, striking over head, the massive crack of sound forming a large blast of air! Spreading around for dozens of meters around! His hands blurred! Smacking to the left, then to right, feet pirouetting around with finesse and precision, twisting his his hips, to swat from behind only to blur back around!
Sweat beaded his face. Ponytail tied tight up against the back of his head. Each movement sending it in the opposite direction from sheer speed.
"Hrah!" He leapt, releasing a cry, hands gripped in the middle slamming the tail end into the ground, sending large fissures that stretched as far as the distant fence a tracks length away. But he wasn't finished–
Flipping up, kicking from the ground, Kirk slinked around the pole, abdomen bent, legs jutting out in a harsh kick, before hooking his thigh, holding his balance. Hand stretch back to hold the pole up, foot angled back. Torso pushed. Face dripping with sweat, giving his tanned skin that had always gave him a pass as a human compared to his sister who had a more distinct orange hue; a distinct glisten against the surface.
"Guess we know what he did before becoming a pirate. Only see those type of moves on a specific kinda stage." Katsume, the twin drill ginger haired woman snarked. Hatsune elbowing her, speaking in that same focal fry. "Kat! Don't be rude!"
They weren't entirely wrong. But not entirely right, either. Sensual services, rather intimate or just for show, was how he made money and got close enough to thieve everything they were worth. Bartending, Serving, Costuming, Dancing, Closed door activities that he unfortunately would just have to shut his eyes and bite the bed until it was over.
But that was behind him. He enjoyed being handsome. Feeling sexy, dressing beautifully. Just for himself. He enjoyed the attention. At least in passing.
Finally pulling back. With a harsh huff, he collected himself. Stepping back, and kicking the bottom of his staff! Twirling around in his hand, coming to rest behind him. Collapsing back to shot foot long rod.
Mask rubbed his face later that night as he scoured over the music notes. Reading through them. The sound of Kirks training continuing in the far distance. In front of him, a dark greying blond hair two buns at the back if her head and immensely long tails of hair down her back.wearing a knee length white dress with a large red bow on her chest.
Usa Tsuki. The First Magical Girl. And official 'Queen' of the island.
Though the island dud not function as a state monarchy. She was more than a figurehead. She was the person thar many a politician went to and many decisions were held and made by. Mosphere was a small island. Just over 25 km in size. With 12 cities. Each city was run by a locally elected council and mayoralship.
Within, the economies were represented and hoisted by the entertainment and idol culture and actions of Majokka. People produced commodities, this then spread, circulated, and created a cycle of business around the entertainment.
There were some companies, in the form of domestic idols creating and holding their own products and garnering money. But it was a closed circuit. And these companies and corporations had no political power or influence whatsoever. Merely being means for creation if products.
It was far from perfect . But a pale comparison to the influence of finance around the world.
"Usa-Chan" Mask began. "I need your advice on how to handle this." He tapped the score.
Usa, with her small heart shaped face blushed, bringing the tips of her fingers to her lips to stiffle a laugh "Oh Endy. Being so formal! Whyd you wait so long to ask for my help?"
The Majokka were…in a way, the official peace keepers of the island. And thus directly connected to Queen Usa.
"You already know that answer." Mask, or by his real name, Endrino, spoke with a sigh. Pinching the ridge of his nose.
"That you're stubborn and never ask for help and prefer to keep to yourself and even take the burden onto yourself instead of asking for help from the Majokka or perhaps the most powerful of the Corps, the Mirai Girls." She finally spoke bounty. Hands resting delicately on her thighs.
Endy gazed up. Sighing, before continuing. "Or maybe it's because ever since the Hoolong began their attacks years back. You were injured by one of them severely and ever since have been out of commission?"
The two sat in the Dazzling Pink and glitzy room in silence. Both staring at each other. Waiting for either one to confirm the others words, or to apologize for what they said. But, ever the stubborn one. Endrion did not buckle. Causing Usa to give in. Head hanging with closed eyes.
"Yes. That is the case." She Avoided his eyes. The Hoolong have been at this for years. They started as a small cell of fighters vying for the old was of the Monarchy, the Celestial Dragon and the use of Music that lacked magic.
When the Tenshi came 50 Years ago, it was the start of the idea of Magical Girls. Majokka. The Formation of the Corps. The Hoolong fought against them. But despite being only 25 km in size. It always felt impossible for them to determine where they were. They were fragmented. Not in just one place.
Mosphere, had 12 Cities. Saka, Yamaha, Kura, Kagamine, Lola, Fujita, Hachune, Weilai, Utau, Ne, Megurine, and Mochi the Capital where Usa, Endri, and the Headquarters of the Majokka operate out of.
This meant that nearly the entire island was nothing but stretches of city and buildings. With the sole exception of Mount Puella off to the East it was a stretch of a kilometer that could not, and would not be rejuvenated no matter how many years passed.
Barren, Decayed, Rotted, dead basalt fields where the Celestials and Marines had harvested the most. Once vibrant forest of ecology and vegetation. Swaths of trees and water.
Now, a wall of Steelamboo dozens of Meters tall surrounds the entire area. Encasing it and blocking it from the near by City of Ne only over the Horizon.
The Closest they came was when the Leader of the Hoolong, a Man By the name of Jung Jinu attacked Mochi. It was the first time the Hoolong had ever attempted to launch an offensive on the Capital.
Usa defended it with her life. And in the end, Jung was weakened Severely and made a retreat. But Usa was no better than he was. She was damaged severely in the battle. And ever since has been on a consistent medical observation by the best Medical Mages the Island had to offer.
It was during that, that the storm formed. Trapping the Island in the cyclone of weather.
"So." Mask began again. "Let me guess. You want to fight again." He locks eyes with her with a hardened glare of question.
"Not want. Will. We have the music. And we may not have the Magic Needed to break it. But we can use the power for ourselves." Mask knew there was no swaying her from the decision. But he cocked a brow. "What are you thinking?"
"We can use the Score to, break what ever defenses they have. Using the magic to empower ourselves as well…Its a…Hedge bet." But before she could form doubt, Mask stood.
"Wait…maybe we can somehow, focus on the energy of this score and see if we can find a way to find a…" He waves his hand trying to find the words. "Harmonize…"
Usa then stood. Catching onto what hes thinking. "The Same frequency of their copy?"
Mask snaps his fingers! "Yes! That exactly it!"
The Third day.
They were going to go on a bet of where they guessed the Hoolong were. Sending all of their active Majokka to all the cities and to a massive sweep of every place they could figure. Trying to flush them out. And any one they found they'd capture.
But these Hoolong were good at getting away or keeping their mouths shut. And often times, they allowed themselves to perish in their fights.
But now. All of the Majokka, the Mirai, the Twins Hatsune and Katsume, Gomey, and of course Kirk, sat around the Score. All attempting to use their observation Haki to tune into the Score, push passed the 2.5 million souls of the island.
Some of them had the markings of Observation around their eyes. Kirks were large swirls like waves or wind out the corners of his eyes.
No one spoke a sound. All narrowing in.
Only the numbed distant buzz of the City of Mochi continuing.
When one of them erupted from their place! A familiar fry of their voice high in pitch declared "I got it!" Miku said.
All of them snapped to look at her. Kirk then stood as well "Me too!" He smiled.
"Where?" Usa and Mask asked and the same time.
Miku glanced to Kirk and both said at the same time. "Mount Purella." Shock covered the Queen and Princes face. "What? We checked there already!"
Kirk took over. "Its illusion magic. Theres a powerful barrier or shield. Its Mt. Purella for sure though. The Score is deep under the mountain. It seems like they've been able to hollow it out into some sort of base right under our noses…"
Usa and Mask looked to each other. Understanding in that moment just what they could use the Score for.
The Majokka were ready. Trained. Planned and Prepared for fighting the Hoolong and hoping to be rid of them once and for all.
They currently flew through the air with the help of their Uniforms and Magic, while others were carried by a carriage that was ornate and white in color. The Carriage of the Queen, hoisted by powerful body of a black cat that was large yet seemed like nothing more than a kitten despite being twice the height of a person.
The Plan was simple. Kirk with the help of the Mirai Girls would land at the foot of Mount Purella. And use the Muse Sheets to overload the illusion barrier and shattering it. When this happened, the Hoolong would be alerted to their presence. And would immediately launch a counter attack on mass.
The Majokka would then fight there way to the bottom of the Mountain, where they suspected what ever it was preserving the Storm around the island was located. And destroy it.
The Princess and Prince would also offer their own support in combat. And work with the other strong fighters of the Corps to widdle down their forces and handle any of the notable fighters that were, without a doubt, going to attack.
They were about to expose a den of snakes by kicking the rock they were all hiding under. Snakes, were going to rattle and his. Striking at anything that dared to disturb them.
Kirk landed in front of the mountain. The air was still. Far too still. The Mirai knew that this was apart of the illusion the Hoolong had crafted to make it appear as normal. Kasane, Miku, Rin and Kirk all held a sense of trepidation. Fists tightening, loosening again and again.
Kirk breathed slowly. Inhaling and steadily breathing out. Pulling the Score from his satchel. And flipping to the first part. The other three coming to place their hands on Kirks shoulders, their throats beginning to vibrate as a harmonizing melody escaped their lips. High and ringing. "Ahhh….Ahh! Ahhhh ahh~!" High, low, long high, short high. The muse sheet beginning to glow, the notes rising from the page, swirling around in a golden tornado!
"Haaa~Ahhh! Ah-Haaa~!" The notes coalesced. The golden embers of sparkles radiated from the Magical Girls, illuminating and casting deep shadows from the radiant miniature star. The thick deep grain of cleavage lines across the Basalt Flats reflected the magical light.
"HA-AHHH~!" The Quartet reached a pitch perfect high note, Muse Sheet devoid of the Notations, while the Gold shifted into hues of pinks, violets, yellows, oranges, and bright cyan blues. Rasing up into the sky just a few meters above, before–
FWOOSH! Kra-oom! The Magic exploded outward! Washing over everything around in a massive explosion of wind and potent Maho! The air rumbling a deep reverb caused by the detonation!
In an instant, the environment seemed to shatter, not like rock fragmenting from a bomb, or shattering earth into chunks. But taking the form of massive tears like a canvas, having a hole punched through the knit surface! These shreds that evaporated across the atmosphere, was what held the illusion!
A second gust of wind washed over the environment. A cold frigid dead air replacing the stillness of neutrality. On reflex, the Mirai Cloaked themselves in Aura, protecting them from the temperature of their surroundings.
However when the Mirai Lowered their guarding arms from their faces. Miku spoke "What…In the world…?!" Her voice rose in pitch. All of their eyes widening.
Within the Carriage, steering Kuro the Black Cat; Usa looked in astonished Horror. "No…They didn't…They couldn't have…"
"How?!" Mask demanded.
The Basalt Fields around, had been replaced with the texture of large circular shapes with points filling the inner circumference like stars. Each of them, the dozens, if not hundred that now sat in the same place and shape the Basalt once had, were all Colored in sickly dark vibrant colors. Like a Palette of pastel had been washed with black.
Hexagonal spires of varying size engulfing the land. Some black, others those same muted colors.
The Mountain, that had once appeared to be old and weathered. But natural in its character. Now barely existed. The peak and summit, nearly half of its upper section was broken away leave a hollowed out geography. The rock faces had shifted into harsh jagged surface, in place of the rock now sat tall spires of gothic design. Pillars that were layered and possessed an expert craft of christling and carving. With the middle of the mountain covered in large pieces of 'fabric' that appeared to be stitched to the rock. One with Polka Dots. The Other with snow flakes. Like a child's dream warped into the this mess.
Within the middle, that now replaced the peak, was a massive architecture that resembled a Castle or Cathedral with its deep curves and angles. The roofing curved with sharp points. Enormous Gears filling the space, almost imperceptibly turning clockwork.
The Spires of the massive structure radiated a filthy, malignant miasma of dark purple that looked heavy almost like swamp gas that bubbled, keeping condensed into gaseous pillars. Reaching high up into the sky! Up to a massive torrent of rotating clouds apart of the larger storm system surrounding the island!
Perhaps strangest of all. Was within the surface of the mountain, sat a head. With two hands mimicking the gesture of peeking out over a wall. It looked almost like a Doll, but wrong in its sharpness. Large orange yellow eyes held rings all across their surface. Large cone nose the same. Spikes edging the head like a failed attempt at hair.
It did not move. And was positioned merely as decoration. Fused into the rock.
"What sort of Maho is this?!" Kirk finally questioned. Only a few moments had passed since the illusion shattered. "It's…Nothign I've ever seen before!" Kasane attempted. "It's like the Hoolongs magic has corrupted the entire environment!"
A rumbling tremor shook the ground! Shaking the quartet, a roar– No. A Mass of Roars filled the air! From the pillar spires hundreds of meters tall, a lithed winged beasts leapt from their perches! Soaring towards the Magical girls! Maws thin and gaunt, filled with razor sharp teeth!
"Move!" Rin shouted, Kirk already beginning to move right when the first creature smashed into the ground!
The Beasts were tall, three meters each, with gaunt, desiccated dried up skin with webs of veins and sagging wrinkles. Hair that was matted and smooth against the body covered their forearms, calves and only their torso. Long spikes of hair shaped to resemble shoulder pads.
Kirks eyes narrowed. They looked almost like corpses…And Corrupted! His mind flashing back to the Enchained: The Resurected corpses that were corrupted and given monstrous power to fit their disgusting visages. The standing army horde of the Hard Rock Fleet and Barbary Pirates!
He could sense it though. What ever these were. Were still alive! They had energy, that mixed into Maho, and Haki! All around them, Hoolong leapt from hidden positions, that same malignant purple trailing them like comets!
Kirks Shin-Nephobo, loosened and fell apart when he wrenched his hand, twisting the middle in a throttle motion. The Bo sectioned into four, all connected by a chain!
"Funiki Atmo! Wuthering Summit!" With a quick, blurring forward propeller motion, Kirks feet moving in a Fuette spin, building momentum and finished the choreographed move by lunging forward on a bent knee, hand whipping out in front of him!
Impacting straight into one of the beasts! A massive thunderous crack erupting from the condensed air that ruptured! Sending the creature soaring backwards! Skidding and bouncing against the ground, crumpled into a defeated mess!
"Star Point!" Miku pointed her finger, Maho summoning a cyan beam of energy that pierced through another right as it landed behind her!
"Kirk! Go ahead! You can get to that peak!" Kasane screamed, her Wielder type Maho, utilizing a large pole tipped with a large Red Spiral Drill. "Crimson Spiral!" She screamed a moment later, shoving the weapon forward, The Drill manifest red ribbons that ensnared the beast before her, pulling it towards her to be impaled and carved into!
Kirk didn't think twice! He whipped around, and looked up to the Castle within Purella. 'It's not beneath the mountain. Its on top of it!' He pondered, leaping from the ground with such strength that cratered the ground! Flying and zipping through the air with tremendous speed! His Kata boosting the propulsion!
The Koi soared through the faster than a meteor! Aimed straight for the Stained Glass that sat against the wall, visage of a wild spike toothed face, each fang colored a variety of hues.
Gritting his teeth, Kirk flipped to feet first! Slamming through the glass! A Rain of shards filled the dark gothicly carved interior! Arms splayed out, wings spanned behind him as he tucked himself into forward roll!
With a blink. He activated his Observation Haki. Slo-Mo taking over as he gazed around the room, locking onto a a large pedestal that sat in the middle of the room. A large, intricately patterned, bejeweled Faberge Egg sat upon onyx and silver curled feet.
The surface bubbled and festered with the same energy that radiated around the Castle.
'There!' Kirks vision returned to speed, "Funiki Atmo! Grand Torrential Lightning Hurricane!" The end of the bo, now solid once again, formed a condensed ball of white lightning, wind circling around!
The Ball preceded the hurricane, a Massive arc of energy crackled through the air! Exploding on contact against the Egg as the secondary collision of Supernaturally Empowered Hurricane winds tore through the ground! The entire ceiling along with its walls were left destroyed in a plume of debris. Dust clouding the Room!
Kirks skin slicked with sweat. A small grin coming over his face.
Satisfaction– Watching the Black Clouds and Thunder heads above beginning to lighten. A small glint of light attempting to break through…
When pain wracked through his body! A ferocious roar following! "Hragh!"
Kirk flew to the side! Crashing into the crumbling wall! "How dare you!" A hoarse, gravel filled baritone voice demanded. Eyes shifting to lock onto the Attacker.
From the dark, stepping into the dull violet light gleaming in from the shattered stained glass, stood a tall, gaunt, hollow man with grey skin. Hands long, thin and clawed. Like skin sealed against bone. He wore a long black robi, similar to the same clothes of the Hoolong. Loosened at the middle, revealing a large scar with sockets meant for medicine, fused against his flesh.
Jung Jinu.
"Who do you think you are? Standing in her place? In what hell did the Wretch think sending a Split Necked Koi to attack us?" His face was angular and long. Eyes glowing a sickly yellow, sclera blackened. Hair thin and long. A Stark silver shining.
He spoke the slur with venom. He couldve pounced on Kirk. Yet he stayed standing. Slowly gazing up the clouds. "Jajajaja…" He chuckled. "Do you even know what you've ruined? This castle. It was built in reference to Lords. Designed just as their estates a top Holy Eden are…"
"And you. A Faggot Split Neck. Dared to desecrate it. After everything they sacrificed for your people." The 'People' was spoken with hesitance and doubt. "I won't sully my hands with you…"
He smirked. Sharp rows of teeth gleaming. "Beside. We now have a Majokka of our own that can continue the storm."
His foot came to rest on the broken glass. "Virtuosa! Come handle this." In a smear of speed, Jung Jinu disappeared!
Kirk suddenly ran towards the broken window! Ready to shoot him out of the air, when his observation sensed incoming danger! Shiver running down his spine! Arm coming to block none other than–
Aria.
Now donned in her own Uniform. A dark blue sling unitard left her arms exposed. Hands covered in white and blue accented fingerless gloves. Legs covered with stockings, dark blue line straight down the white color. Ending in long heels.
"You…" Kirk spat.
"Yes. Me! Surprised?" She mocked. The two struggling against each other.
"Nah." The Koi rose his staff out to the side! Without even looking, a bolt of lightning screamed through the air! Cracking against Jung Jinu! Knocking him from the air! Only to fall from the heavens straight to the feet of Usa!
"Hngh…Shit…" He groaned. Gazing up to from the white slips of Usa to her face. Behind them, the castle erupted. The glow of music notes shooting around, dark malignant violet, cloaking over Aria, and connecting up to the storm. Clouds empowered now by her. Rain and thunder crackling all across the island!
Its strength had magnified! Stronger than ever before!
Usa was lost in the distraction! Letting Jung leap upward! Sword forming in his hand that was a jagged shadow of a weapon. Slicing up across her hip and leaving her shounder gushing!
"Agh!" Usa stumbled backwards! All of the Majokka seemed to have felt it, all turning to their focus, even from their opponents, all speaking at the same time
"Princess Uma!" It left them defenseless! The ruthless snakes took the opening in stride! Countless of the Majokka were all mobbed upon by countless Hoolong! Tearing into them! Magic firing!
Jung delivered that same disgusting smile as he looked down to her. "Oh how I missed seeing you suffer 'Princess'." His head slowly shaking. "A Queen without subjects. A Princess with out wealth. Holding no power. Hearing the screams of her girls fill the air, while they breathe their final strained breath."
Usa gripped at her wound. The white dress soaking with bright, arterial red. Shoulder rising and falling, jagged breath leaving her.
She heard it. All of it. The suffering of the Women, Men and all between, risking their lives for the sake of their homes. Their people.
Their Communities…
She couldn't let be in vain!
With a harsh grit, Usa clenched her teeth! Her voice growling her words. "I am…The Warrior of the Moon. Beauty made a weapon…" Jung came to a stop. Eyes widening. His own jaw tightening.
"No…No No!"
Her body began to glow! Pale blue and white radiating out around her body. Her back bugling, fabric threatening to rip! "I am the Shining Light of Hope!"
"AND IVE HAD ENOUGH!" She declared in a mighty scream! Golden White light exploding around her! Washing over the environment! The dead ground suddenly began to bloom! Flowers sprouting, unfurling into a field of poppy!
Jinu was forced back! Feet grinding into the ground! The silver light that radiated was blinding!
Before his gaze. Before the gaze of everyone around. Gently floating in the air. Was Usa. Draped in a brilliant white singlet. Short skirt that was edged at the bottom with pink. Boots that covered up to her knees in the same color, with a white fuku, with two horizontal pink lines flowing down her back in the form of a cape.
The Most Striking of All.
Was the alabaster wings that were splayed out. Each seven meters long. Radiating the same striking light as the rest of her brilliant form.
Princess Uma.
The Last Angel Who Stayed Behind.
The First Magical Girl in History.
With a clench of his teeth, so hard that he felt a tooth crack. The sounds of the Majokka taking advantage of the stagger delivered by Queen Uma's immense Conquerors Haki, Jung Jinu rose to his feet.
"How the hell are you still able to transform?!" He demanded.
"Because." Usa raised her white and pink frill gloved hand. Summoning forth a large Staff that held wings at its end, surrounding a a crescent shape tip. "You didn't kill me when you had the chance!" With speed, Usa shot forward! Staff glowing! And ready to deliver a devastating attack!
A monstrous object slammed into the ground! Rounded and stitched at the Edges! Claws gripping the earth into deep trenches! Blocking the explosion of Silver and Gold!
"JAJAJAJAJA!" Jinu released a demonic Laugh that came from him…And the doll that had been imbedded into the mountain! "You didn't possibly think I wasn't going to give it my all! The is the chance of a life time!" His voice began to deepen, crackling as oozing black aura radiated from the two of them. His body slowly fusing into the creature.
The Creature, Dokkaebi, was a special construct tied to Jungs Reqia that possessed the same name. Using his Haki to shape the creature, he infused Maho of his own making, a feat of only 1 in 500,000,000 possibility, to allow his person to fuse into the Doll! Causing it to elongate, thin, and become straight lined.
The monstrous claw from the 12 Meter Tall Fusion, sliced through the air! Usa quickly leaping backwards! Her own Reqia, the staff she wielded, Gem, capable of channeling magic and and producing its own beams of Silver Moon Light.
"Love Sparkle!" She called, staff glowing before releasing a heart shaped projectile straight into Jung Jinu! Forcing him back for but a second, and continuing forward in a feral attack!
"Carcass Maw!" From the teeth of the Doll, Maho sigils appeared against the air! Spewing forward a mangled nest of dark yellow tendrils!
Else where. Miku raised her both of her hands Index and Middle fingers to her face "Beam!" A blue magic stream shot forward! Crashing through a group of Jed and Hoolong, Both the Monsters and Sorcerers sent flying up into the air in defeat!
"Hagh…Hagh…How much longer is this going to last!" Miku pleaded. Kasane, same as Miku, bled through their uniforms.
"No clue…Our forces are spread thin. Goumey and Rin went off to the Cities under the threat from the New Storm…" She huffed. "Mask is down…" She gazed over to where a small station had been rigged for the little healers they had to help the wounded. Mask still in his uniform, large curving domino mask against his face.
The two both looked up to the sky. A Streak of Pink slamming into thunderous eruptions against Malicious Violet.
"Vicious Cyc-" Kirk attempted to raise his Shin-Nephobo and crash devastating wind into Aria! A large set of guitar strings, summoned by the Uta Uta no Mi, slashed against him!
Aria, with her face manic, left wide eyed, allowed the negative energy of the Storm and music to be funneled through her Devil Fruit. Leaving only her with only her deepest wants and desires to take over. Singing all in turn.
"Will this finally calm the sea~" Her arms raied up wide above her head, head reeled back as the music left her throat! Countless constructs of musical instrument, warped by her Reqia 'Tone Buzz' to shift the shape of any instrument she creates into a weaponized version.
Flutes in the shape of spears, Cellos shapened like axes , Amp Cords that ended in razor plugs all broke through the air! All aiming right for Kirk!
"Hmph! Hmph!" Kirk zipped up and around the attacks! "Acid Rain Splash!" Kirked yelled as he flipped up through the air! Avoiding a blade like violin bow! Acid forming at the end of his bo!
The ball melted through the countless piano keys that orbited Aria like Planetary rings!
"Wandering heart…Clouds above." Aria sang, even as Kirk streaked forward through the opening like a Carp navigating a jagged cliff face. "Snap out of it!" Kirk demanded, hands clenching on Aria.
"You may be a selfish bitch but your aren't genocidal! Think!" The words fell only onto deaf ears. "Rain begins to fall down…" With an almost gentle palm to Kirks Abdomen, Aria repelled him backwards! Smashing through the Piano Key Shield with a hail of rain!
"My bitter tears flowing out, they never dry up…" The Virtuosa continued. Her blue hair whipping violent from the storm surrounding the two. She put her hand to her chest as she continued.
"Its time for Salvation to finally Come~ I feel this rage, and im feelin it strong!" When those words washed over Kirk. It caused him to stop. Narrowing his view. Watching as Aria mindlessly danced, knees bowing inward and buckling forward.
He could…Feel it. The music. This wasn't just Maho. Her words. Her words were imbued with Haki. Every lyric imbedded with memory!
Kirk could see it now as he focused on the words. Letting it absorb into his own aura. His observation allowing him to understand it! Sense properly the emotion and the intention behind them!
He saw Aria, at only nine years old, surrounded by an island of musicians. Every Genre. Every Instrument. He swore he could even hear someone performing a cover of one of Eddies Songs!
But then a flash of the future. Marines attacking the island. For unknown reason he could only figure was that what happened here, was attempt there as well. It must've been! The Dragon that had been pushed out found a new playground. And it was Arias homeland!
He saw her crew. The Concert on Desamare.
Every quiet moment where she had tears or laughter in her face and writing song. Eventually able to imbue it with her very will!
She wanted to become Number 1. So that for once. She was seen.
And they could all feel her pain. Her story…
Finally be understood…
"We will rejoice when we get the freedom promised!" Those lyrics slammed into Kirks empathetic aura! Showing him the way a Hoolong had found her. Jung Jinu. Hidden in the city of Saka! Whispering sweet nothings into her ear. Luring her into his plan.
Promising her freedom through the destruction of the island. And the world that rejected her music.
"Keep makin music til you breath your last~!" He got it now. She didn't want to just wipe the island out. Let Jung Jinu rule. Bring back the celestials. Ensure his own position as a Dragon. She wanted to destroy it all! Every lyric a hymn to everythings destruction…
"Nothing left but to yell! Yeah~ Yeah~!" And she was gonna take herself with it if it meant forcing the World to hear her.
On beat, the rest of her Attacks continued! Kirk smashed them out of the way! Whipping his Shin-Nephobo! While down below he could see an immense flash of light!
Usa had swept back out of the way! Her body was left broken, bleeding and bloody. But Jung wasn't in any better shape. Chunks were missing. Letting strings wriggle in the air like snakes.
'If I don't do this fast…He'll kill me! But…' Usa thought to herself. Conviction coursing through her soul. "I'll take you down with me!"
In a desperate final attempt. Usa flapped her wings, sending her through the air! Jungs claw coming to snapping forward! The Princess curved to the side! Grinding against it, and sacrificing her wing! Wound scraping against the beastial arm!
In retaliation, Jung opened his mouth wide! The entire opening splitting down the entire torso! Exposing a chain of sawteeth! Tongue lulling forward as sickly green and purple formed in its center!
"Baem!" Energy radiated! Building its power, Usa rasing her Reqia forward in defiance! "Yogoeui Dog!" A fanged serpentine form etched across the attack! A kido, using Maho, Firmament, and Armament mixed with Negative Conduit.
Usa however. Was not so easy to dissuade! Her stuff began to glow and crackle. Her own Kido of Maho, Positive Flow and Armament mixed with none other that…Sky-Chi. The Martial Arts of Her homeland!
"Atlaca!" Wind formed not from conduit, but from her biology! Her one remaining wing furling forward to direct it! The shape of forward facing crescent moon, crackled with Haki and Magic! "Omacic Metztli!"
For what felt like minutes. But was truly only fractions of a moment. There seemed to be no sound. Only for a cataclysmic–
FATHOOM! To shake and shatter the land! Blinding the battleground in moon light, leaving nothing behind but an enormous mile deep and ten mile long gash into the earth! Jung Jinu and his monster…
Had been split in two! The two of them dulling as his power faded! Purple Maho leaking from his corpse when the light left his eyes…
Usa however. Suffered grievously...
"Usa!" Countless shouts echoed. The Woman not even realizing what had happened until her body finally buckled. Despite it all, she stood on her feet. Two deep gashes cleaved into her shoulders, nearly bisecting her arms while a massive hole ached between her chest. Fangs and Tongue. Of a snake.
But in the 'Queens' Mind. She could only think to but a few things.
The Beauty that Purella once had…Before it became barren during her first fight with Jung. How it radiated life. Green peaks and surrounded by the same poppies she had infused into the ground. The Same poppies she once picked to declare her love to Endyri, Mask Tux.
To the white plains filled with wingsons grazing all the way up and away on Skyderia. The Theiya Survival Games. The Mural in Cahoderia. The laughter and joy.
Her gaze funneled. Black filling her eyes. Shifting to countless Majokka who she inspired running, beaten and bloody to her side. Even as stray Hoolong attempted to rise to their feet.
With a final tilt of her head. She stared to the battle between Aria and Kirk. Tears filling her eyes, face a mess of silver blonde hair. She shouldve thought of something else. Shouldve thought of encouraging words. But that made her think of one thing as she fell to the ground.
Galvar and Tejolo…
"Even when they abuse us, we'll keep singin' along~!" Aria chanted the lyrics as counted bolts of lightning rained upon her from all sides! The Koi zipping up and around as now random objects seemed to be weaponized and launched his way!
"We'll start another big bang when we all sing as one!" A Massive Microphone Hammer swung for Kirk! "Vicious Cyclone!" Wind destroyed the Musical Construct, he kept moving!
"United, We're Fightin' bring em down with our song of Ruin~!" Aria, in a desperate final attempt to swat the Koi from his path! Storm clouds began to descend upon her! Shifting and transforming around her into a strange wide skull of Fangs, eyes cattish and feline in their sharpness! Four arms that were flat that ended in large bladed paws sprouting out of its side! Wings of Musical Instruments, Keyboards, Wires and brass solidified!
Aria, with a final cry, knees buckling inward and lurching forward! Her hands clutching at her chest, eyes tightened shut before shooting her arm behind her, head reeling as she arched her back in a final scream that commanded the Monster to launch!
"GAH ZAN TAK!" Kirk braced himself, hand vertically flat and straight, diving into the clouds! Allowing his fishmen biology to manipulate the water and carve a path forward! Weather crashing against him, thunder and lightning flashing and deafening around him! "Funiki…Atmo!" Pain morphed his face. His hair viciously fluttering in the wind, as violent rain and debris cliced through his uniform!
With a burst of power, Kirk exploded from the beast! Face to Face with Aria! Her final lyrics ripping from her throat! "GAH ZAN TAT TAT BRAKKK~"
Kirk saw tears in her eyes. Smearing her make up. "Torriental Downpour…Point Collapse!" He raised the Nephobo up. Only a foot from Aria. Complete concentration of weather magic of all forms into a single point. Aimed right at her.
The two made eye contact.
Aria, slowly closed her eyes.
The accompanied attack was apocalyptic in scale! To those miles down, it appeared as a sudden eruption of cloud and rain, lightning crackling and arcing though the air! The force from the destruction caused even those on the ground to be knocked to the ground by the sheer strength and speed of the shockwave!
What followed, was the complete and total collapse of the storm around the island from the primary wave kirk had caused. Forcing the storm to dissipate in comparably, gentle hazes.
Light finally beaming in from the Noon sun high above. Basking across the entire island once again.
Kirk, soared through the air in nothing but shredded uniform. Shin-Nephobo, damaged and mangled in his hand. His body limp. As he crashed harshly into the ground…