"Yeah. I think it's pretty insan- oh. Jak. You're back."
Mako abruptly bid farewell to the individual he had been conversing with and sauntered his way over to Jak, of whom had just walked out of the Exam rooms double oak doors. A smile spread across the youths visage, red hues taking note of Jak's slightly feculent t-shirt and roughed up frame. Having been through the Trials himself, the blue haired teen could predict what had most likely transpired and what had put the redhead into such a soiled state.
And he found the whole thing hysterical.
"You look like a comp-"
Jak glared at him. "Comment on my appearance and I'll cut you."
Letting out a boisterous laugh, Mako held up the blanket he had been holding since Jak's exit. "How're you going to do that without your weapon."
"Give it back," Jak demanded, holding out his hand.
The teen shook his head, holding it away from his friends outstretched hand. "You want it, you're gonna have to grab it from me. Otherwise, I'm keeping it."
Jak's face slightly twitched, his previously emotionless face briefly flashing with irritation before once again assuming it's usual look. Stepping forward, the youth attempted to snatch the katana from the blanket, but his hand only clawed the air as Mako moved it to the other side of himself. Moving quicker this time, Jak endeavored once more to retrieve his sword, before meeting with the same result, his hands unable to keep up with his blue haired friend. The frustration from earlier reappeared, this time staying on the redheads face. Swiping a few more times, Jak eventually gave up trying to grab it and tackled Mako to the ground, dragging Mako onto the white marbled floor.
"Ummm. Excuse me."
The two of them halted their skirmish after moments of struggling, Jak's hand pushing Makos cheek against the floor and the blue haired teens palm shoving the redheads chin upwards. The katana from before had slid quite a distance away, tumbling out of the blanket and onto the smooth ground beneath, it's black sheath on full display. Standing over the weapon was a rather tall individual, one easily discernable from the common masses as a WGC worker thanks to the crisp black uniform that all of the staff were required to wear. With black hair and soft eyes, Mako quickly recognized the new arrival as Junji Atwon, fellow receptionist to Flora and Margaret, a young man who normally kept to himself when not at the desk assisting those who passed through.
"Sorry to bother you, but could you take your scuffle elsewhere," Junji leaned forward, his gentle tone barely reaching the two boys. "If it's not too much trouble."
It took a second, but the duo eventually seemed to remember where they were, their eyes flitting around WGC building and those few who still happened to reside in it. Once they figured out their mistake, they hastily separated themselves, brushing their garments off as the two rose back onto their feet.
"My apologies," Jak replied, readjusting his cloak and pants. "It won't happen again."
"Yeah. I apologize for my friends mistake," Mako chimed in, giving a slight bow whilst earning a sideways glare from Jak. "I'll give him a stern scolding later."
"Oh. No worries." Junji swiftly shook his head, a sympathetic look on his face. Kneeling down, he made an attempt at picking up the katana. "I'm quite used to the way you do things already. Especially since the holidays are right around the corner."
"Wait, don't-"
Jak spoke up the moment he saw what Junji was going for, even stepping forward in a futile effort to prevent the receptionist from making contact. As Junji's hand wrapped around the sheath and lifted it off the ground, smoke rose up from the beneath the man's fingers and a sizzle could be heard. Within a moment of holding the sheathed katana, the receptionist dropped it back onto the ground, shaking his hand as if it was on fire, his palm and fingers sporting some freshly made burns.
"-Touch it." Jak finished, watching the male clutch his wrist in agony. Kneeling down, he quickly picked up the fallen sword and reattached it to his waist beneath his cloak.
Whipping out a small vial of red liquid from under his own cloak, Mako uncorked the top of it and slathered the contents over Junji's hand. Almost immediately, the redness began to fade and the painful expression on the receptionists face gradually relaxed, his furrowed black hues returning to their soft demeanor. Giving his hand a little wiggle, Junji nodded in satisfaction, glancing back at Jak before walking back to the counter at a rather brisk pace.
"It was gonna happen eventually," Mako noted, red hues observing Junji's retreating back. "Shame it had to be with him. He's the nicest receptionist here."
"Yeah." Jak turned around, moving towards the smaller door near the enormous oak ones. The large white symbol in the middle of the cloak stood out against the dark background, catching Mako's eye as the redhead strolled away. "I should have let you touch it instead."
Mako made a face. He didn't cast criticism over his fellow Rookie's remark, opting instead to close the distance between them as they left the WGC. Having full confidence that his redheaded acquaintance had passed the Reinstatement, he didn't bother asking for such trivial information, even for the sake of conversation. Given the way his friend was acting since his arrival, it was highly unlikely Jak would've even responded to a query with such an obvious answer. With how reserved and cold he had been, Mako was actually surprised that the teen had been speaking to him at all, even going so far as to indulge in horseplay when he couldn't get his sword back. Whilst he understood the reasoning behind Jak's seemingly abrasive personality, the blue haired teen was quite pleased to know that there was still a tad piece of the old Jak left even after everything that had happened.
"So. What happened to your clothes," Mako asked, choosing a question that would elicit some sort of reaction. "Was it the Goblin Guard?"
Jak snubbed the blue haired teens question for a little while, his crimson hues studiously fixated on the decorated path ahead. Others might've wondered if the redhead had even heard his friends inquiry and promptly repeated it, but Mako knew the redhead had registered every word.
"No." Jak finally answered. "It was from the pro Rift Hunter."
"Oh. Gotcha." Mako didn't say anything after that, merely matching his comrades pace as they traversed the lanes.
The soft rays of the afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the bright haired duo as they trekked through the glistening city streets in silence. People milled about whilst chatting amongst themselves, beast pulled carriages and magic vehicles passed by regularly, and shops and stalls began to stir and change as the night drew ever so closer, their Year End lights bursting into existence. The innards of Intok Kingdoms Capitol were always moving, it's residents and visitors unceasing in their daily activities, even when the night eventually rolled through. It made sense though considering the area near the center of Intok housed everything one would need, from common necessities for the people to the WGC branches for the everyday adventurer. This was made even more apparent by the encroaching holidays, namely the Year End Gift Day and the closely followed New Year Festival.
It was lively, always had been.
Not much had really changed in the last three years, at least not in Jak's opinion. Everyone in the city still meandered around without a care in the world, smiles on their faces, no visible signs of distress or negativity. The shops from the past still carried the same appearance, though with different ads depicting holiday merchandise and some exaggerated decorations, some of them even having the exact same deals up from years prior.
The young teen didn't care about any of it.
When he looked around, at the city he grew up in, he felt nothing. Even with all of the fond memories and good times he had, maneuvering it's vast twists and turns and exploring everything it had to offer, he couldn't summon forth any sort of positive emotion. He could easily recognize the hate, anger, frustration, and slew of other feelings bubbling just beneath the surface. However, try as he might, Jak failed to feel the warmth he used to possess when walking the streets of Intok, the sense of wonder and amazement he had when he was naught but a small child. It was completely erased. All that remained was a sense of emptiness and cold indifference, of which was displayed as he ignored those few kind passerbys who would wave to him and Mako when they strolled past.
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"Whew, that was quite a workout. How about we go get some grub? Grape juice and spaghetti on me. Take it as a gift for a job well done."
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Jak shook his head, shoving a rising memory to the side, refusing to acknowledge it.
"So, where we headed?" Mako threw out a small question, interrupting Jak's internal conflict, snapping the redhead back to the present. "I'm guessing you want to head to Uncle Hadok's right?"
"Hadok," Jak tilted his head, an upwelling of past events flashed through the youths mind the moment he heard the name. The image of an old man passed briefly through his consciousness. "Sure. Let's go there."
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For all intents and purposes, Intok was renowned as the Kingdom Of The Eastern Edge, a name it bore since it's very founding. Situated at the very rim of the landmass known as Continent Eegalia, it was bordered betwixt the Auntro Ocean and two other opposing Kingdoms, Kopnera and Adichoke. A relatively smaller and much newer nation, Intok was constantly expanding and shifting, spreading its roots further and further with each passing year. Despite being a cluttered mishmash of various species as well as being backed into both a figurative and literal corner, the Kingdom flourished, it's wealth growing in conjunction with it's rapid expansion.
However, as much as this comparatively newborn nation morphed and adapted, extending its reach and influence with the passage of time, Intok's very foundation remained the same.
Over a hundred years ago, the very core of Intok had been a small scale fishing town, one dedicated to wresting all kinds of sea life from the various channels and lanes rushing in from the Auntro Ocean. Gradually gaining ground as their techniques and marketing improved, the Kingdom paved it's way from the bottom and soared into prosperity, exploding outwards. A good portion of it's very first wave of funds went into refining it's central area, an area which remained unchanged to that very day. One of those areas included a lengthy cliff that rested along one of Auntro's many channels, a place that Hadok Shimura, Uncle to Jak Yanda and Mako Kunzite, had made his home. A small spot of land situated before an enormous yet beautiful waterfall, a vast patch of solid earth that was only accessible by water, or by air which could be achieved by airship or any real means of flight.
It wasn't a place that just anyone could visit.
Money and privilege had little to do with the fact, rather it was the environment itself that caused others to be quite literally unable to make their way in or stay in it for any real length of time.
For the most part, it was largely due to the Gravity Well.
Magic existed in the the very fabric of reality, in the air breathed in, within the water creatures resided, and deep in the depths of the earth every living being walked on. There wasn't a place in the various worlds that magic didn't exist, not a single spot in the vast depths of the Arcane where the presence of magic couldn't be detected and interacted with. In fact, in some places, this mana could be physically felt and seen, even going as far as to have some sort of physical effect on the environment itself. In these sort of instances, where the magic was heavy and unusually high, anomalies would usually occur, most of which would permanently alter that domain of a given area. Gravity Wells were a perfect example of these anomalies, an expanse rich in magic that warped the very fabric of reality, causing the affected surroundings to increase in pressure, spiking the gravity to unprecedented levels.
Around the spot widely known as Isle Shimura, this was especially true, the gravity having been heightened to at least eight times that of Ornera's standard. This alone made it almost impossible for Intok's standard inhabitants to approach the area, let alone live in it. There were other various reasons for the lack of commute to the Isle as well such as the travel by boat or air, the cost of living, the noise of the waterfall, and so on, but the Gravity Well was easily the major problem. For the noncombat, common civilian, most couldn't even handle twice the gravity let alone seven to eight times that.
Of course, the distortion of gravity meant little to nothing to those who had literally spent years of their lives growing up in it. To the pair of Elemental Rookies, it was almost completely negligible.
Jak pawed the air in front of him, tentatively reaching his hands into the space resting slightly to his left. There wasn't any clear indication of when the Gravity Well began or ended, but the fiery redhead had spent more than enough time within Isle Shimura to know exactly where it was. He could feel the intense heaviness press on his hand and upper section of his forearm, the sensation of his hand being dragged towards the ground at a much greater extent than his other free one.
"Huh," Jak pulled his hand away and took a step back. "The gravity increased since I've been gone. That's interesting."
A few hours had come and gone since the two brothers had left the WGC branch and made their trek to Hadoks Manor and it was only now that the bright haired duo had managed to make it to the wide passage of water separating Isle Shimura from the mainland. The sun had long since set, allowing the blanket consisting of millions upon millions of stars to wrap around the sky, illuminating the surrounding area, even causing the rapid waters before them to glow softly as the rushing liquid tumbled over the steep edge. It was because of this beauty and Mako's insistence on seeing the sights at night that the both of them had made it to the waterfalls so late into the evening. Had it been up to Jak, they would have made it there within an hour of setting out.
"The Gravity Well used to be around a 6 or 7 if I remember correctly," Mako said, calmly removing his own pitch black cloak, giving it a neat fold. "Within the past year, the mana surrounding Intok has been acting a tad strange."
Jak furrowed his eyes, crimson hues turning their attention away from the waterway and onto Mako who was now stretching. "Strange?"
"It's been fluctuating in many different spots across the Kingdom, dropping in some and rapidly increasing in others," Mako explained as he twisted his body, his arm across his chest. "Nobody knows what's causing it, not even the scientists who've been monitoring and studying the magic surrounding it. From what I hear, they aren't any closer to solving it nor do they have any slight clues as to what the cause may or may not be."
"Did they not send out any adventurers to gather more information on it? To collect readings?"
"Brother, you have a lot to catch up on," Mako said with a shake of his head, readjusting his battle staff. "I'll fill you in on everything when we get to the Stomping Grounds. Tons of things have moved and shifted in the time since you've been MIA and hardly any of it is for the betterment of society."
"Is it ever?" Jak murmured, turning his attention back to the waterfall.
"Sometimes." Mako responded. "It all depends on who does the changing."
"Yeah."
"By the way...," Jak gestured towards the blue haired boys naked upper body, the youths clothes having been stripped and neatly folded at the side of the waterfall. "Why are you naked?"
"Half naked."
"Whatever."
"It's for the race," Mako said, a bright smile flashing across his face as he took a stance, battle staff bound tightly to his back. "Don't you remember agreeing to race me towards Hadoks Manor? Coulda sworn you'd have remembered by now."
"I never said-" - Jak
"Pretty sure you did." - Mako
"I'll pass." - Jak
"Oh so you're scared of losing then?" - Mako
"..." - Jak
"Gotcha. So, after all that training, you're just one big Clacknor." Mako raised an eyebrow. "And here I thought you had actually improved over the years."
"...." - Jak
The fiery redhead made a face as he took a stance behind the line that Mako had created when they had first gotten there, only now realizing why the blue haired Rookie had done it. Unlike his compatriot who had removed two full pieces of clothing, Jak left everything on, his half cloak flapping in the cool wind emanating from the waterfall. As the two of them prepared to rush forward, remnants of a time forgotten flooded into his mind, a scene from what felt like centuries ago playing out just in front of him, something that seemed awfully similar to the scenario playing out now. It was such a nice one that Jak almost lost himself in it before his companion spoke up.
"On your mark," Mako said, snapping Jak back to the present.
"Fine." Jak tensed his body up, ready to run. "Try not to lose sight of me."
"Okay. And you should try not to inhale too much water on the way there," Mako shot back. "Wouldn't want to add nearly drowning to your list of today's failures."
"Go"
BOOM! BOOM!
The two teenagers left the small spit of land at nearly the exact same time, exploding the ground beneath their feet as they rushed forward, moving from the firm unmoving earth onto the rushing waters of the Auntro Ocean. Their bare feet smacked onto the surface of the turbulent waves the moment contact was made, as if it was made out of solid stone, propelling then forward and into the few kilometers worth of water separating them from Isle Shimura. Neither one slowed down or lost any part of momentum, not even when they entered the unseen confines of the surrounding Gravity Well. In fact, with each step, Mako seemed to be gaining ground, creating a sizeable distance betwixt him and Jak with every second that passed. It was almost as if the blue haired Rookie was skating over the water, every step of his light and fluid, kicking up almost no water with each and every step. Nimble and quick, he easily outmaneuvered his red haired friend and took the lead rather quickly.
Jak on the other hand was the exact opposite, in more ways then one. Each and every step radiated physical power, kicking up litres of water every time his foot made contact with the surface. While Mako's movements were quick and graceful, the fiery redheads were fierce and strong, utilizing personal strength in order to attempt an matchup in the seemingly unequal race.
"Awww, what's the matter?" Mako shouted back, glancing over his shoulder. "Little baby Jak can't keep up? Isn't that sad."
By this time, the distance between them had nearly quadrupled in length, to the point where they had to fully shout just to be heard. Mako was maintaining his speed and even accelerating to lengths that Jak couldn't hope to keep up with, something that even Jak had fully recognized and had completely accepted. Normally, he would have just taken the loss with grace and just kept pushing until they reached the finish line, as that was the honorable thing to do. However, Mako had made two crucial mistakes.
The first was poking fun of someone who took competition very seriously.
The second was not specifying any rules besides a simple race.
Jak let out a smoky sigh, literal puffs of embers coming out of his mouth as he grabbed the hilt of his sword and slowly dragged it out of its sheath. Leaning forward, the redhead immediately put on a burst of unprecedented speed, accelerating to a point where even Mako seemed to be thrown off as he quickly pulled his battle staff from his back.
"Fire Manifest," Jak Yanda muttered as he grabbed the hilt with both hands. "Red String."
Swinging his glowing red sword towards the side, a thick red blast of condensed magic flew from the blades edges and shot towards Mako at a speed that would've been almost impossible to react to had he not been ready for it. Grabbing his staff by the middle, Mako quickly plunged the butt of his weapon into the water below. "Water Manifest: Blue Curtain." Thick blue walls of water burst from the Auntro waters and directly into the Red Strings line of fire, taking the full force of the blow before exploding into a thick shower of steam and rain.
"Water Manifest: Harpoon Gatlin."
The cascade of water was swiped to the side as Mako swung his bright white battles staff, the edge of his weapon skimming the waters surface, brushing away everything in it's path. From every spot that the staff made contact with, the water rippled and swirled violently before spitting out thick lines of liquid spears. Jak quickly went on the defensive as the harpoons shot towards him, cutting through some whilst dodging others, all the while speeding towards Mako with blade held close.
"Water Manifest: Drago-"
The blue haired Rookie's words were halted dead in their tracks as Jaks sword slammed into Mako's staff, the force of their clash causing water to erupt in all different directions. While the two of them wrestle for control, Jak actually cracked a smile, something Mako hadn't seen in three full years. Though the smile lasted for a few seconds and was rather small, it was a genuine one and one that caused Mako to smile even wider as he slammed his friends sword to the side, breaking contact.
"Very well, if it's a fight you want, then it's a fight you'll get," Mako shouted as he touched his staff to Jaks chest. "Water Propulsion."