Sayuri struggles to keep up with Yamato as he unleashes his powerful attacks, his strength and power level far surpassing her own. Dodging is her best option in the fight, but even that is becoming increasingly difficult as Yamato relentlessly pursues her with his water bolts.
To make matters worse, Yamato is toying with her emotions, making her feel weak and inadequate. His mocking laughter only serves to fuel her frustration and anger, but she knows better than to let her emotions cloud her judgment in battle.
She focuses on her training and experience, carefully analyzing Yamato's movements and attacks in order to find openings to strike back. But Yamato is a formidable opponent, and he knows how to exploit every weakness.
As Sayuri evades one attack after another, Yamato suddenly unleashes a barrage of waves that cover a wider area, leaving her with little room to maneuver. She feels the intensity of the attack, the force threatening to overwhelm her as she grits her teeth.
Her breaths are coming in short, ragged gasps as she realizes she has nowhere left to run. She can feel Yamato's magical energy closing in on her, his power level rising with every passing moment. But she refuses to give up.
With a flicker of determination, Sayuri teleports herself to Yamato's shadow, vanishing from sight as she plans her next move. She knows that this was her chance to strike, and she wasn't about to let it slip away.
"Shadow Magic: Insanity!" With a fierce determination in her eyes, Sayuri unleashes her overwhelming Insanity skill, unleashing a torrent of suffocating shadow that engulfs Yamato in a momentary storm. His movements falter as he struggles to break free, but Sayuri holds on tight, refusing to let him escape.
Yamato's scream echoes through the room, water magic pouring out of his body in a furious torrent that threatens to overwhelm Sayuri's Insanity skill. The force of his attack pushes against her, testing the limits of her power as she struggles to hold on.
But Yamato isn't finished yet. He breaks free from her grasp with a sudden burst of strength, causing Sayuri to gasp in horror as she realizes that her strongest skill is useless against him. He sneers at her, his eyes filled with contempt as he speaks.
"For someone like YOU," he spits, "A weakling who doesn't even know his true powers, to hurt me this hard with a filthy shadow bolt!"
Sayuri's heart sinks as she realizes the full extent of her disadvantage. Yamato is far stronger than she has ever imagined, and her skills alone aren't enough to defeat him.
In a sudden burst of rage, Yamato seizes her with his hand and throws her away, sending her hurtling across the room. Sayuri struggles to regain her footing, her mind racing as she tries to come up with a new strategy.
A wave of anger sweeps over Yamato as he watches Sayuri rise to her feet, refusing to back down despite the overwhelming odds against her. He knows that he needs to end this battle quickly before she can mount another counterattack.
"Water Magic: Water Prison!" With a fierce determination in his eyes, Yamato channels his power, summoning a pair of water spheres that begin to twist and churn around Sayuri. The spheres grow tighter and tighter, trapping her arms within their grasp and lifting her up into the air.
Sayuri struggles and writhes against the water's hold, her eyes blazing with defiance as she tries to break free. But no matter how hard she fights, the water holds fast, its grip unyielding and relentless. "I... I can't even use my magical energy!" Thinks the girl as she notices her inability to control the shadows, "His spell is provoking me from channeling any magical energy!"
Yamato's frustration is palpable as he closes the distance between himself and Sayuri, his eyes blazing with fury. With a quick and brutal punch to her abdomen, he sends Sayuri gulping, gasping for breath as the pain washes over her.
As Yamato continues to rain blows upon her, Sayuri grits her teeth and tries to hold on, fighting against the pain with every ounce of strength she has left. But as his punches and kicks continue to pummel her body, she can feel herself growing weaker and weaker, her spirit slowly fading away.
And yet, even as Yamato's attacks begin to take their toll, his unwanted grin emerges once again, a cruel mockery of her pain and suffering. He laughs and jeers, his twisted pleasure at her condition evident in every blow he lands.
For a moment, Sayuri feels a surge of anger rise within her, fueling her determination to fight back against this cruel and heartless opponent. But as Yamato continues to taunt and mock her, she realizes that she has already lost the battle, her spirit broken by his ruthless attacks.
Yamato's cruel laughter echoes through the air as he revels in the girl's suffering. His hands are clasped over his face as if relishing the sight of her pain. "So pathetic!" he exclaims, his voice dripping with malice. "YOU'RE SO SO PATHETIC!!!! And YOU are one of those who may join the World's Fury Realm!"
The girl can only watch in horror as Yamato continues to use her as a sandbox, his cruel words and brutal attacks leaving her powerless and alone. She's unable to speak, the words trapped inside her head as she watches the blood pour from her small figure.
Yamato shows no mercy, his attacks relentless and unyielding. "I'll just keep beating the crap out of you until your soul is out!" he declares, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. With each blow, Sayuri feels her strength slipping away, her body growing weaker and weaker until she can barely stand.
"What can I say..." As the pain becomes too much to bear, Sayuri's mind begins to drift, "It's not like I was expecting myself to defeat him or anything..." She finds herself lost in a sea of regret and despair, consumed by the knowledge that she has failed in every way possible.
"What have I been thinking, trying to join the World's Fury without even knowing the full extent of my powers?" She thinks to herself, "How could I have been so foolish as to believe that I could stand up to someone like Yamato, with his unmatched strength and merciless ways?"
Tears stream down her face as she realizes that this is the end of the road for her, "I'm nothing more than a pawn in this twisted game of power and control, a sacrificial lamb offered up to the whims of a madman."
As her eyes slowly close, Sayuri knows that she'll never forget the pain and suffering that had been inflicted upon her. She would carry the scars of this battle with her for the rest of her life, a constant reminder of her failure and defeat.
With a heavy heart, she surrenders to the darkness, her spirit crushed and broken by the sheer weight of her own inadequacy. As her consciousness slips away, she can only pray that her comrades would be able to succeed where she had failed and bring an end to Yamato's reign of terror once and for all, "Sorry guys... I guess this is goodbye!"
The weight of her responsibilities as a sacred soldier lifts for mere moments, as she's transported back in time to a simpler, more peaceful era.
Twelve years ago, the 8-year-old Sayuri had lived in the idyllic Paradise City, a place where her family's regal presence had brought harmony and tranquility to the bustling metropolis; the Violra family. Her days had been filled with laughter and joy, free from the burden of ambition and the need to constantly strive for more power.
In those carefree moments, Sayuri had felt truly alive, surrounded by the warmth of her family's love and the unshakeable sense of purpose that came from protecting the people she held dear.
Sayuri lounged in her spacious room, perched by the window that offered a breathtaking view of the charming Paradise City. Her lofty abode, situated at the top of the castle, afforded her a panoramic perspective that spanned the entire metropolis. From her vantage point, she could see the bustling streets teeming with people, the quaint shops and cafes that lined the winding alleys, and the lush greenery that adorned every corner.
With a deep sigh of contentment, Sayuri settled back into her giant, plush bed, her lithe frame sinking into the soft embrace of the mattress. She propped herself up on a pile of fluffy pillows, her chest facing the bed as she opened the pages of a well-worn romance novel.
Sayuri's eyes brimmed with tears as she read the intense scene unfolding in the pages of her romance novel. The male lead, selfless and brave, was sacrificing his own life for the sake of those he loved, especially the woman he adored the most. The sheer intensity of the moment left her breathless, her heart pounding with emotion.
"I can't imagine such personalities in real life though!" she exclaimed, her voice choked with feeling. "But I can't deny that this is a masterpiece!"
As she wiped away a tear that had escaped down her cheek, Sayuri marveled at the power of the written word. The author had crafted a world so rich and vivid, with characters so deep and complex, that it was impossible not to become completely invested in their lives and struggles. She felt as if she knew them intimately as if they were real people living and breathing right alongside her.
As Sayuri flipped to the next page of her beloved novel, she heard a light knock on the door before it opened to reveal a mature lady maid. With her hands clasped before her abdomen, she bowed respectfully to the small girl.
"Lady Sayuri," she said with a gentle smile. "We need to get you ready. Your dancing lessons are about to start."
"But I still want to read this novel!" Sayuri protested, clutching the book tightly and holding it up for the maid to see. "Leafa, can't I just skip today's lesson?"
"I'm afraid your parents won't be satisfied if you do, Lady Sayuri," Leafa replied politely, getting closer to the girl and stretching out her hand to lead her to the changing room. "Come on, let's get you ready."
Sayuri let out a resigned sigh, her cheeks pouting in disappointment. She knew better than to argue with her parents' wishes, but the thought of tearing herself away from her book was almost unbearable.
" 'kay," she murmured, placing her hand in Leafa's. "But once I come back, I'm going to finish the whole novel! I won't stop even if it's dinner time."
Leafa chuckled softly at the girl's stubborn determination, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "As you wish, little lady," she said, leading Sayuri to the spacious changing room. "But let's get you ready first. Your parents will want you to look your best for your lessons."
With that, Leafa set to work, helping Sayuri into her dancing dress and fixing her hair into a neat bun. As the girl twirled and spun before the mirror, admiring her reflection, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within her. Dancing was her greatest passion, and she relished the chance to immerse herself in the movement.
As Sayuri and Leafa approached the grand entrance of the castle, they were greeted by a breathtaking sight - a magnificent royal carriage, waiting for them with regal poise. The coachman, sitting tall in his seat, had his arms crossed, but as soon as he caught sight of the two visitors, his demeanor softened.
The carriage was a sight to behold - glistening in the sun, it was adorned with intricate golden details and plush velvet cushions. The horses that pulled it were strong and majestic, with sleek black coats that shone in the light. Sayuri and Leafa couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the sheer grandeur of it all.
Sayuri's heart skipped a beat as she caught sight of Ketil the coachman. She couldn't help but let out a joyous scream as she jumped up and down, waving her arms wildly in the air.
"Ketil! Ketil!" she cried out, her voice ringing out across the place. "Good morning! Sorry to keep you waiting!"
Ketil turned towards the sound of her voice and a wide grin spread across his face. "Ah! Hello, little lady," he replied, his deep voice full of warmth and affection. "I see you're as lovely as usual! That white dress does look good on you."
Sayuri couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as Ketil complimented her on her dress, and she immediately exclaimed, "I am the one who's making the dress look good!" She beamed, thrusting both of her thumbs toward her chest.
However, her moment of joy was short-lived as Leafa approached her, a gentle hand resting on her shoulder. "Lady Sayuri," Leafa said in a calm, firm voice. "I need to ask you to be a little more thoughtful of your behavior. A princess like you shouldn't be screaming, understood?"
Sayuri turned her head away, her cheeks pouting in frustration. She knew that Leafa was right, but she couldn't help feeling a bit defensive. After all, it wasn't like she had done anything wrong. "It's not like screaming is a bad thing, though!" she protested as they climbed into the carriage. "Raising one's tone adds more emotions to your words, after all!"
Leafa sighed, but she couldn't help but smile at the young princess's enthusiasm. "I understand your point, Lady Sayuri," she said gently. "But as a princess, you need to be mindful of how your words and actions reflect on your station. It's important to conduct yourself with grace and dignity, even when you're feeling excited or emotional."
Sayuri didn't say a word in response to Leafa's gentle admonition. Instead, she turned her head away and gazed out the window, her eyes fixed on the passing scenery. She put her elbow on the frame of the window and rested her head on her hand, lost in thought.
As she watched the rolling hills and verdant forests pass by, Sayuri couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude. She knew that she was one of the luckiest children in the kingdom, being born into the royal Violra family. As the only child in the castle, she was the center of attention and love, adored by everyone around her, including her parents.
Sayuri had everything she could ever need or want. She had a soft and comfy bed to sleep in, a warm bath to soak in after a long day, and a collection of novels from all around the world to read at her leisure. She had maids to attend to her every need and desire, showering her with affection and attention. She had private tutors to teach her everything from magic to literature to politics, preparing her for her future role as a leader of her people.
Despite her many blessings, there was something that weighed heavily on Sayuri's mind. "It's not like I'm not grateful or anything..." she thought, her eyes lacking their usual sparkle. "But, I still want to have some friends. Ones that are my own age. And I kinda' hate it when everyone keeps asking me to behave as a princess, it's so hard for me to do so!"
As a princess, Sayuri's life was filled with people who were either much older or much younger than she was. While she appreciated the company of her tutors and the kindness of the castle staff, she couldn't help feeling lonely at times. She longed for someone to talk to and play with, someone who understood what it was like to be a child growing up in the palace.
The one place where Sayuri felt truly free to be herself was in her dancing lessons. As they arrived at their destination, Sayuri and Leafa stepped inside a spacious room that was beautifully decorated for dancing. The walls were adorned with intricate tapestries and sparkling chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the room.
In the center of the room was a large, polished wooden dance floor, surrounded by mirrors that reflected the light and made the space seem even larger than it already was. Sayuri couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance as she saw her dancing tutor, Maria, waiting for her with open arms. She had been looking forward to her dancing lesson all day, but the memory of their last encounter still lingered in her mind.
Maria noticed the look on Sayuri's face and immediately understood that something was bothering her. "Hello there, Sayuri!" she exclaimed, one knee on the ground as she opened her arms. But Sayuri just pouted her cheeks and turned her head away, refusing to look at her.
"I see she's still mad at me from last time," Maria said with a light chuckle, looking up at Leafa as she helped Sayuri take off her coat.
Leafa raised an eyebrow, curious. "What did you do last time, though?" she asked.
"It's not something to bring up," Maria replied as she put on her dancing shoes. "But I called her 'little lady' and 'Lady Sayuri', addressing her with respect. And I guess she didn't like it."
Leafa stepped towards the exit, her words carrying an air of conviction. "That's exactly what you should do, Maria," she confirmed, emphasizing the importance of showing respect to royalty. "She's royalty, and all of us commoners need to show respect towards her. The uppers won't forgive you if they know that you're not respecting such simple rules."
Her words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of tradition and hierarchy. Maria, however, stood resolute, unwilling to be swayed by societal expectations. With a firm stride, she approached Sayuri and knelt before her, her gaze unwavering.
"Sayuri, you're still mad at me, huh?" Maria asked, her voice gentle yet firm. She lightly pinched the girl's cheek, leaving a small red mark. "I already said I'm sorry. Stop acting so spoiled, will you?"
Sayuri's expression softened as Maria opened her arms, inviting her into a warm embrace. The two girls hugged, their bodies melding together in a moment of shared understanding. "Okay, I forgive you!" Sayuri exclaimed, her voice laced with relief and gratitude.
Leafa let out a soft sigh as she watched Maria and Sayuri embrace. But her expression soon turned warm, and a smile played on her lips. "Well," she chimed in as she opened the door, "it's not like we can't turn a blind eye to one person, right?" With that, she closed the door behind her, leaving the two girls for their dancing lesson.
As Sayuri moved in rhythm to the music, she felt a sense of ease that she rarely experienced within the confines of the royal castle. In Maria's presence, she didn't have to hide her accent or suppress her voice. She could simply be herself, a normal person with a desire to dance and have fun.
Unlike the sacred soldiers who guarded her every move in the royal playground and class, Maria treated Sayuri as an equal, scolding her when she was wrong and calling her by her name. For Sayuri, this was a glimpse of a life she had never known - one where she was not defined by her title or station, but by her own actions and personality.
Maria's kindness had given Sayuri a taste of the ordinary, and it was a gift that she cherished more than anything else. At this moment, as the two girls twirled around the dance floor, Sayuri knew that she had found a friend who saw her not as a princess, but as a fellow human being.
"I'm getting sick of it!" protested Sayuri, slumping onto the floor as Maria gently combed her hair.
"Hey, Sayuri!" scolded Maria, rapping the comb against the young girl's head. "Those are some big words for someone your age! You need to behave yourself!"
"I'm sorry," Sayuri apologized, wincing at the sharp pain from Maria's scolding. "But still, everyone keeps calling me 'my lady,' 'little lady,' and other such titles. They don't understand how I really feel."
"And how do you really feel?" Maria asked, pausing in her hair-combing to listen to Sayuri's response.
"I just want to be normal," Sayuri confessed, causing Maria to stop combing her hair altogether. "It's not that I don't appreciate my life or anything like that. But I don't want to be treated with all that respect, and be expected to lead the city despite my young age."
"I want to be free," she continued, looking up at Maria with her own silver eyes. "Free from all these royal boundaries. I want to play in the mud, get my clothes dirty, and have fun with girls and boys my own age. That's all I want, Maria!"
The room was filled with palpable tension as Maria considered Sayuri's words. She knew that the life of a princess was not always easy and that the weight of the crown could be a heavy burden to bear. But it was her duty to help prepare Sayuri for the responsibilities that lay ahead.
"Sayuri," Maria said finally, placing a comforting hand on the young girl's shoulder. "I understand how you feel."
"That's why... I have a surprise for you!"