1320, Of Eldoria Village.
In the ancient city of Eldoria, ravaged by war, whispers of miracles from unknown skies breathe life into its desolate streets. Water flows from dry fountains, barren fields yield harvests, and shattered homes mend, inspiring unity and determination among its people. Yet, amidst the gratitude, whispers of caution linger, as questions about the source and cost of these blessings remain unanswered. Nevertheless, guided by newfound hope, Eldoria begins its remarkable journey of restoration.
"Modern" Day, Eldoria, "1999."
Kyotani, a red-haired teenager-looking boy with a perpetually cold demeanor, walks through the vibrant night parade. The glow of lanterns and festive lights casts a stark contrast to his brooding expression. His piercing eyes scan the crowd, indifferent to the laughter and music surrounding him. The chilly night air bites at his skin, but he barely notices, lost in thought. Despite the lively atmosphere, Kyotani moves with a deliberate, almost mechanical precision, his mind elsewhere, overshadowed by deeper concerns that make the joyous scene feel distant and disconnected. Kyotani, his fiery red hair a stark contrast to the muted colors of the cityscape, walks with an air of detachment amidst the bustling streets. His cold, emotionless gaze pierces through the crowd as he navigates the urban labyrinth, lost in thought. As he passes by the citizens, their chatter and laughter mere background noise to his introspection, Kyotani remains silent, his mind consumed by a whirlwind of thoughts. Despite the chaos around him, he finds a semblance of peace in the quiet strength that resides within. Drawn to the outskirts of the city, where nature's tranquility offers respite from the urban clamor, Kyotani pauses momentarily. Here, amidst the rustling leaves and gentle breeze, he finds solace—a fleeting moment of peace amidst the turmoil of his own inner world. With each step, Kyotani silently forges his own path, a silent reminder of the power of introspection in a world that often moves too fast to notice.
PUSH! -
" The Fuck?! "
-Utter.-
"!"
The crowds of festering cheer or enchanting voices flooded In the bustling heart of the ancient city, all the while a sudden hush fell over the crowd as a striking figure emerged. Dressed in a flowing hanfu of white and gold, the stranger moved with an otherworldly grace. His long, white hair cascaded down his back, framing a face of ethereal beauty and chilling severity. Piercing blue eyes scanned the streets with an unsettling calm. As he walked, the crowd instinctively parted, sensing his power. The hem of his hanfu remained pristine despite the dusty street, and in his hand, he held a slender staff topped with a dragon's head, its sapphire eyes glinting ominously. The Whispers of his ruthless brilliance had spread far and wide. Pausing in the market square, his gaze fixed on the distant palace, he moved with deliberate grace, the embodiment of a conqueror reclaiming his domain. His followers emerged from the shadows, ready to enact his will. Jinghai had arrived, promising a dark change that would reshape the city in his image. The air crackled with the electricity of impending doom. -
Jinghai's voice is smooth and calculated, each word meticulously chosen and articulated with a soft, almost hypnotic cadence. It carries a faint, melodic lilt, reminiscent of ancient Chinese poetry, and an underlying resonance suggesting both wisdom and danger. His tone is usually gentle but can drop to a menacing, icy whisper when angry or commanding. This blend of elegance, menace, and charm makes his voice both alluring and deeply unsettling, perfectly reflecting his villainous nature..
" Is This All Eldoria Has To Offer? "
Jinghai's chuckle is a soft, sinister sound that starts as a gentle hum and deepens into a menacing resonance. It hints at his dark intentions and sends chills down the spine of anyone who hears it, blending charm with malevolence.. -
" Theres Something About Him.....Like...."
Kyotani's arrogant low remark is delivered with a rough, cold edge, his voice dripping with disdain. The words come out in a low, gravelly tone. -
" Theres…."
Jinghai's relentless search for the elusive relic of Eldoria yields no results, igniting a flicker of frustration within him. With a steely gaze, he turns his attention to the citizens who cower in the shadows, their faces averted in fear. His voice, usually smooth and controlled, now carries a sharp edge as he demands answers from the trembling inhabitants, his patience wearing thin. Despite the palpable fear that grips the city, Jinghai's anger simmers beneath the surface, his cold demeanor cracking under the weight of disappointment. Yet, even as his frustration grows, there remains a glimmer of determination in his eyes, a silent vow to unearth the secrets hidden within the labyrinthine streets of Eldoria, no matter the obstacles in his path. -
" AN INFINITE PRESSURE. "
Kyotani's mind races with anxious thoughts, a hint of frustration simmering beneath the surface. His expression tightens slightly, betraying his inner turmoil as he grapples with the situation at hand. Though his demeanor remains stoic, there's a subtle edge to his thoughts, a simmering anger just waiting to boil over. -
K: Scoff -
J: Tch! -
" Thats A Shame, Guess I'll Just Paint The Town In Blood. "
As a wave of irritation washes over Jinghai, he stifles a yawn, his frustration momentarily overshadowed by a veil of nonchalance. However, beneath the surface, a simmering anger lingers, fueling his determination to take control of the situation. With a deliberate calmness, he gathers his energy, preparing to unleash a binding attack that crackles with potent force. Each movement is deliberate, every gesture calculated as Jinghai channels the power within him. Despite the facade of indifference, there's a subtle tension in the air, a warning of the impending onslaught. His eyes, normally cool and calculating, betray a hint of intensity as he focuses his energy, ready to unleash it upon his adversaries with unrivaled precision. -
Crack! -
Crack! -
" Ill Bury You Before You Lay An Inch On Them.. "
Kyotani's response is delivered with icy precision, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. With a commanding statement, he asserts his authority, his words laced with a subtle warning. As he prepares his boxing stance, a fusion of modern technique and ancient martial arts, his movements exude a palpable intensity. With each deliberate motion, Kyotani channels a massive amount of concentration into his limbs, the air around him crackling with the raw power he commands. Despite his seemingly unassuming frame, there's a latent strength within him, honed through years of discipline and dedication. As he settles into his stance, his gaze locks onto Jinghai, a silent challenge echoing in the space between them.. -