As Kiyo Chilleday, a twenty-four year old officer stationed in the magnificent town of Seyort often known for cheerfully complimenting the citizens under his oath to their city, currently close to accepting his tears to waterfall down his face as the distance between him and his daughter atop the edge of a lofty restaurant, though this is his rest after his patrol. Kiyo heard his police chief call for help from his division as he scrolled through photos of him and his ex-girlfriend. The Oath's spirited gravity pulled himself away from his moment of thoughts, Kiyo rushed to the situation's location, utilizing his great gravitational manipulation to avoid traffic and roadblocks below. He realized the situation was taking place at an average public High School in the grand city with thousands. Kiyo's expression changed as he didn't like that part. "I'm ready for the monster in there, sir, it'll be pinned in no time!" Kiyo assured his fellow officers surrounding as he approached the city's chief officer, Amuary. "Not without a briefing. Are you stupid?" Police Chief Amaury refused to hold back his frustration with his newest officer. "I can afford to act like it, yep, I'm slightly untouchable now." Kiyo replied as he turned around with a carefree grin. The Seyort Police chief's eyes flew wide open upon hearing him and his confidence. "Elaborate for me." Police chief Amaury calmly demanded. "That yo momma joke about gravity? I've been practicing nonstop to see if I could have something like that and while it only works on small things, it works. Tried against a bullet, so long as I stay determined, nothing small can touch me." Kiyo explained as he prepared himself to make his way inside and investigate while stretching. "So— theoretically and coincidentally the perfect fella for this operation. Hm. Our men can't make it in or past these strange miniature sharp dagger blasting porcupine creatures guarding every entrance from their safe towers bombarding them and eventually penetrate right through their body armor like butter before they're able to reach halfway." Police chief Amaury informed Kiyo with his hand resting on his hip and a grip on his chin as he looked up towards the towers. "Let me know about the teacher and student evacuation plan?" Kiyo asked after having the desire to ask in his mind since arrival. Police chief Amaury "All evacuated and a safe distance away. At home or what's necessary for themselves at this point. One informed us of a mysterious man dressed queerly and ignored by the creatures. Don't die inside there. For the city." Police chief Amaury ordered his subordinate.
Kiyo gave a thumbs up before walking somewhere to the edge of the safety distance he assumed, between his men and the perpetrator's loyal creatures. "I just gotta forget about everything for now and ball!" Kiyo told himself with emphasis on the final word to ease his nerves before he opened his palms then tightly clenched his hand into deadly fists, before approaching the crime scene, assuming that he's using his latest ability as he has no way of knowing if it's active. The Oath's spirited gravity took his steps slowly closer as he reeled in a calm composure as he took deep breaths. He opened his eyes wider as he saw sharpened blades orbiting around him like asteroids to Saturn. "Paid off confidence." Kiyo responded in his thoughts as he closed his eyes once again with a relieved smile. "Wildly crazy schmuck. He most definitely got my respect for that one." One of the city's police in his heavy gear and a helmet next to the Police chief who made him turn his attention commented as they spectated from afar.
Oath's spirited Gravity continued to march forward as his powers acted on his own subconscious thought and rejected had granted exceedingly further authority to manipulate the sharpened blades for him the more the perpetrator's mysterious otherworldly guardians followed orders and intended on blasting death his way. Kiyo kicked down the school's door since it was locked, with ease thanks to his great strength. In his sight was a bloody crime scene immediately upon entering, the most unfortunate victims were a few of the school's staff before he arrived. Kiyo had to take a moment to process what he was seeing before he was overwhelmed by wrath. He followed a ton of clues that left him uncertain yet with no alternative through the school that he picked up on as he wandered the three floor building, towards what he was hoping to be the perpetrator's location.
A blood trail that was finding it tougher to track with strange prints led the unsure investigator to the top floor of the learning institution with more rooms than he expected and the halls much larger than he expected. He found himself distracted by noticing how different and similar it was to his public school as he continued to move forward. He looked downwards at a room behind him, he noticed a bloody print that was barely visible to track, still he felt strongly and confident in his amateur tracker status. He opened the door to a mysterious man leaning down petting the head of one of the many, many strange creatures he encountered on his way facing the man he assumes to be the principal tied up in a chair. "Are you the one evil goon responsible for all of this?!" Kiyo Chilleday shouted with the eyes of daggers.
"This is so wonderful, your hilarious incompetence not only resulted in wasting my precious time but now this jobber is happy to inconvenience me." Said the treasure experimenter with a vexed tone. "That's our Gen-Oath hero, he'll be happy to take you in cuffs!" The school's principal replied with a beaming smile. The treasure experimenter turned his gaze back toward the principal as he began to be reminded that he wasn't the hero and turned his eyes away.
"He was telling you some facts that you might want to take seriously!" Kiyo responded as he grabbed out an experimental new firearm from his city's primary R&D that he's meant to test but misses his shot while noticing one of the creatures would've saved the criminal anyways. Kiyo fired a few more shots but humiliatingly missed every single shot before he upset himself. He heard the creatures behind him and turned around realizing they've been caught like a fly in a spider's web, unable to move any closer, or their bodies generally.
The Oath's spirited gravity holstered his weapon and began quickly approaching the treasure experimenter with a bullet storm of sharp attacks from the perp's guardians, worsening the closer he got to their master before he felt a sharp pain and coldness. "I got the slow one. I'll be at your funeral to say a few kind words, don't worry." Kiyo heard from the treasure experimenter with a gleeful voice and last seeing an expression that matches as he fell on his knees to the floor. "Who are you? He came with a partner?!" He heard from the treasure experimenter before he was floored from the fifty miniature blades stuck in him, bleeding him out, losing strength and consciousness consistently. Kiyo heard the treasure experimenter let out a horrific scream before he absolutely blacked out from his injuries given by the experimenter that he interrupted the searching.
Kiyo woke up some uncertain time in a strange library that had him fascinated beyond his own belief. Kiyo turned his gaze to his right and saw one of his superiors and was left confused about what he wanted with him along with why Lyle was present. "It's really wild to me that you're not gonna ask where ya are at all. C'mon." Said Conyrol as he sat on a couch near him. "I- I'm sorta left speechless right now." Kiyo replied, shocked by the youth in his superior's voice and wondering about the face under his mask. "That's what our boss is the greatest at, leaving others amazed and speechless. Questions?" Conyrol replied as he held his arms as he constantly admires the exquisite art that also leaves him baffled which Josue has the home decorated all over. "Probably one? I'm here for what exactly?" Kiyo asked with his unsure tone. Conyrol sat up in his chair without an expression to be shown, just his mask. "Oh, I thought you were curious about my beautiful face or a tour of your boss' home, though I love straight to the point." Conyrol responded with confusion in his tone until the end. "Wait— no, actually—!" Kiyo attempted to ask something but struggled to decide. "I'm a martial artist. A dazzler for fun, yet a martial artist as my passion. When I was younger, my father, Josue, had discovered a peculiar academy that was focused on heroics and martial arts. I joined after begging him much later, was accepted after some time, climbed through their ranks, felt like I had two homes in the world. Then I was deemed an outcast because I— made the worst mistake any teacher or student could ever make considering the school but now I'm given a chance for forgiveness and redemption but I am in need of students, protogés, they have to be taught by me. Hey, and heck, so I chose you and the master of silence for this solid." Conyrol informed his inferior ranked comrades. "Why me, though?" Kiyo asked without an ounce of a clue yet curiosity on the specifics. Conyrol's tone turned serious leaving Kiyo wondering about the suddenness as he spoke. "Before that sudden attack on the city against the strongest hero we've ever faced a few months ago, I was watching the Gen-Oath closely, you two share the indomitable spirit that's going to be necessary for any trial that our opponents are going to decide on— that is if you'll accept. Don't worry, I'm good on my word, I'll owe you both a solid in return, I live by favor for favor and I always do good on them." Conyrol promised as he held his hand on his heart towards the end. Kiyo took a moment to ponder what he was just told and thought about any favor that he could ask for in return from his superior, Conyrol, in the future. The solid held in mind, he felt like he could not decline nor the chance to take his mind away from the many losses in his past.
The two turned their eyes towards Lyle, the sangfroid paragon, much to his surprise as he had been lost in his thoughts. Images of his loss against the monstrous assailant as he and his siblings were defending the data capital from an antagonist that defeated him and siblings swiftly. Lyle gave a thumbs up from his hip as he leaned against a wall. "This place might help me recognize why I lost and help me overcome that— so that I can't lose to that blonde when my siblings and the city are dependent on me to win next time." Lyle noted in his head, ferociously emphasizing his desire for victory. The Sangfroid paragon's comrades eyed him for a while, mesmerized by the smoke which was releasing from his shoulders. Conyrol grinned excitedly with his ideas on how the two could improve in various fields for the upcoming possible challenges. Kiyo paused for a moment to retreat back to his thoughts. "Wait a bit, neither of us were taught by you. Any way for them to tell?" Oath's gravity had asked his superior as his mien had shown his immense confusion. Conyrol chuckled as he had something in mind. "This school isn't strict on the definition of what a student or martial arts disciple is— meaning, we meet all of the requirements, if you're able to truly demonstrate one technique that I simply taught both of you." Conyrol replied with a smug expression planted on his face. Conyrol had the Gen-Oath duo consistently practice and perfect two fairly easy techniques that they can continue to practice and grow. Lyle eventually realized a few hours into the training schedule that Conyrol has given him a similar technique that his brother, Artus was gifted and continuously trains to perfect off-duty. A few days fly past.
Conyrol utilizes his ages of cultivating the divine energy with the hidden leader of the three cities and puts to use as he instantaneously traverses half the world to a freezing and shivering cold mountain located halfway across a vast ocean separating Europe and Asia. The martial Trio's gear keeps them insulated by the world's natural elements as the Sangfroid Paragon and Oath's gravity follow their superior through the intense snow. Kiyo is busy trying not to complain about the biome he agreed to follow his superior through while Lyle who is stuck in front finds it fascinating that their superior was holding a strange twin stones tied to a pair of sticks with thick rope keeping them attached that the Sangfroid Paragon had doubts would be capable of achieving it. Lyle asked him about specific details regarding the special academy they were told about earlier. Conyrol simply smiled as he looked back towards his students while he thought of an answer that would make sense to his inferior ranked comrades. "You two gotta know that we've teleported to the continent of scripture and the concepts. The place we're on the way towards is, for lack of a better term, an academic-run society solely for overseeing the training of the greatest martial artists of this world that are trained towards the destruction of the chaser of erosion by a mysterious ancient hero that could only entrap this mythical beast in some place rather mythical I guess. Wait, sounds a bit stupid. Basically, the academy were going to is so grand that it requires a town to house its vast collection of astonishing fighters. My vocab's not that big but I make an exception for this place. The headmasters of this great academy of martial artists have absolute word in the laws, traditions, morals and ethics of the citizens or contenders." Conyrol informed his fellow defenders of the three cities of Josue in the simplest form he had in him. Kiyo's brows flew upward and his eyes were wide. Lyle nodded his head as he believed he understood and respected where they were heading before arriving. Kiyo cared less about those specifics. "Now onto the very precise specifics about this purpose of theirs that ya just quickly glazed over?" Oath's gravity asked with overwhelming curiosity indicated by his tone.
Conyrol turned his gaze upon Kiyo as he took a halt abruptly. "Ancient stories told by the elders here of a strange curse inflicted on the earth's greatest enemy from one hailed as one of its greatest heroes: The very mysterious yet heroic figure who had zero care for names suffered no loss like the one by the immortal chaser of erosion engendered by the concept of eradication who couldn't take on a physical form capable of carrying his immense power nor satiate his unbelievable hunger for his namesake. He could, however, unlike his kin possess others in the physical realm yet leave behind his gifts or create monsters capable of bringing ruin no other had been capable of stopping until a hybrid of mortal and immortal came to save his world, an avatar of this concept's will is destined to spawn every one hundred years where the best of the best regarding the warriors from this world will have a face off with it and either said best die or it permanently loses a considerable portion of its immense strength holding it at bay. Hopefully, we'll never have to face it." The superior of the Gen-Oath duo further informed the pair.
Conyrol asked for silence as he twirled the stick and stone tied with a string like a pair of batons before he crossed his forearms and formed a shape from his feet upwards like an "X" before forming a circle then scooted over to the right, held both pairs in one hand then flew towards it and bashed the floating shape in the center like a drum. Conyrol had invited the disciple duo to approach the shape and look through, where they came upon a sight of a humongous tower, Kiyo turned behind the shape they spied through and saw the blizzarding biome they were still stuck in. Oath's gravity abruptly hopped into it without any further hesitation as he saw the healthiest and brightest grass with the loveliest sun in far too long. Conyrol held a confused expression as Oath's gravity's comrades followed soon after. "Alright, you're definitely not the biggest fan of the cold, huh?" Kiyo's superior asked him after he was vexed by Conyrol's childish laughter. Kiyo shook his head disapprovingly as his voice held more bass. "Not. At. All!" Oath's gravity shouted before he asked where the rest of the way had been. Conyrol looked around to see where they've landed. "We're still on the earth in the same realm only now we've traversed a deeper layer of something I don't feel like explaining in-depth because doing it for you to understand it will take— hours that we don't need to waste with my own intelligence of this place. These little neat drumming sticks are called layer pursuers which took us here, and we're about to meet the best of the best. The pinnacle of humanity's physical capabilities, technique, physicality and heart." Conyrol informed the Gen-Oath duo as he ambled to the headmaster's quarters, their destination, with his arms on the back of his beloved helmet. Kiyo took a peek and surveyed the area they were sauntering through, everyone had ordered gi's and muscles that hadn't impressed him as he was expecting though he noticed man, child, woman, all were fit in various ways. "You make this place sound so unique and— just one of a kind and it is, so any tips for if we're facing off against these guys?" Lyle asked for future reference in mind. The Gen-Oath member's superior's right brow went up, though, nobody could see it thanks to the mask. "Break their will and crush their heart." Conyrol verbally gave shouted before he realized how astoundingly horrible it sounded out of context, he reacted to his inferior comrades' gazes of shock, "I meant that every combatant or citizen here are selected from the regular natural home of the earth's citizens to this because they possess the same source of uniqueness of the anomalous back home. This energy or source of power that allows us to do the strange things that all of us are capable of performing, hold a strange ability to give us magnificent healing from even incredible injuries or allow our bodies to fight through the pain, blood and bones broken. It— can't really be helped though it differs from individual to individual, anyway. Most of everyone here can fight through twelve bloody rounds, luckily in a tournament setting, your only mission is to win far more rounds than the opponent." Their teacher finished as he now wants to pat himself on the back after being close to facepalming by his unfortunate phrasing earlier. Kiyo nodded before he had to smile because of the warmth of the beaming sun on his face. "Alright, and what does winning those rounds look like?" Oath's gravity has asked with curiosity. Conyrol's looked down before the important that had been eluding him came back and he wasn't sure how they were going to respond, he gave the answer slowly as if to ease the duo into the peculiar situation. "Would-be lethal blows taken and unguarded." Conyrol swiftly threw up his arms and held Kiyo's mouth shut.
Kiyo realized that his superior's helmet was easy enough and held Conyrol down on one knee as he accepted and agreed that he deserved it before Kiyo slammed him face first to the floor. He released Oath's gravity's mouth from being unable to move. "Would-be lethal blows from the greatest martial artists and slamming you was so out of character for me but you had me believing this was going to be a regular contest, one on one or two on two, knock out or ring out!" Kiyo complained as hard as he kept trying to stray from it. Kiyo released his superior and Conyrol dusted himself off after picking himself up. "I basically grew up here, I forgot since this is my ordinary, though listen—!" Yet Conyrol froze for a moment to ponder a way of explaining more vital details that'll bring relief to the brawler.
Conyrol exhales relief sight of the headquarters, a grand castle, belonging to the leaders is in sight of the martial arts trio. "Face to face with the Grand martial lord and— Tristao, after all of these years." Conyrol thought to himself before he caught up with his students. The martial artists arrive nearer to their destination, before entering the headquarters, Lyle sets his gaze on a slew of men wearing different gi's with peculiar symbols set in various spots of their outfits. Kiyo realizes the exact same thing not soon after. "Fashionable. What's the deal with these matching colorful costumes?" Oath's gravity asked as the martial arts trio continued trekking forward through the castle headquarters. Conyrol had reached into his memory as they sauntered to give him a proper answer. "Five schools, it doesn't mean much really, merely the names of classes for the lower ranked that you'll get assigned before you climb through the rankings to be eligible to be included into the highest and most honored class, the virtues attached to each are: Class of Audacity. A willingness to take risks. Class of Humility. A modest view of one's own importance. Class of Gratitude. Appreciation and willingness to return kindness. Class of Prudence. Disciplining oneself by the use of reason. Class of duty. Tasks or actions were required to perform such as respect." Conyrol revealed to his students as he lit up his index finger with electricity. As Conyrol continued guiding Kiyo and Lyle through this strange childhood home of his, they stumbled into a garden that's in the front yard that the immature superior remembered fondly. Conyrol recognized one of his best friends from his youthful days cultivating under the academy still tending to the gardens of the castle. Conyrol ambled behind his old pal and tapped his shoulder. The friend jumped before he stood with a shocked gaze and abruptly hugging Conyrol. "Been so long, so, so long, but it wasn't just a rumor of your return?!" Said Conyrol's best friend after the affectionate hug. Conyrol chuckled and smiled under his helmet. "Still the custodian that enjoys eavesdropping around the castle?" Conyrol asked rhetorically yet relieved that he hadn't been fired yet he remembered that everyone was aware he was an irreplaceable custodian and that he held respect despite his rank. After a brief catching up regarding the two old friends and an even more brief encounter with his old flame that impaled his heart with her eyes as they walked past one another after the martial art Trio went further and much deeper into the academy's capital castle. Conyrol bowed, Lyle followed after him yet Kiyo was busy observing the paintings on the Grandmaster's quarters' walls. "Grandmaster Daodaelus, I'm ready to make right on my crimes towards my rival, towards Master Tristao." Said Conyrol with a genuine and soft tone. The Grandmaster rubbed his bushy brows simultaneously as he turned around to deliver news he knew his disciple would find horrific. "Tristao had found himself in profound danger at the hands of the great chaser of erosion." Grandmaster Daodaelus had begrudgingly informed Tristao's past rival, Conyrol. The ranking superior of the Gen-Oath heroes' mien went into conveying shock and horror. Kiyo continued appreciating the beauty of the paintings yet was curious about more and asked with a tone that the Grandmaster began shaming Conyrol with his eyes as he realized his student withheld the full truth from his own students. "As a young man, he had a different character. He was less patient, not as confident, far more flawed in the virtues that we cherish as well. At least, I'm hoping so and he has grown since his release. What he did is unforgivable, we do hold tournaments amongst each other, each connected for the combatant to be selected to go against Ryrhyga: The Chaser of erosion. During the century selection competition, the official title of the final tournament before a new cycle. He lost his sportsmanship, his calm, his respect for his worthy opponent, Learner Tristao and it almost resulted in the loss of his life. We are resilient, yes, yet not immortal. We're still humans with a duty. Disgusting behavior, we cannot condone." Grandmaster Daodaelus responded as he continued shaming his former disciple with his eyes.