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The sun filters through delicate paper lanterns, casting soft shadows on the polished wooden floor of the veranda. Birds chirp softly in the background, their melodies a gentle accompaniment to the tranquil atmosphere. Master Ryo, an aged man with a serene demeanor, walks slowly, taking in the scenic beauty of his surroundings. He eventually settles into a meditative pose, cross-legged on the veranda, his Aura flowing like a slow, calm river through his Etheric Cords. A faint blue glow shimmers around him, a testament to his controlled and meditative state.
Calm. Peaceful. Boring.
"HEY OLD MAN!"
"AHHH!"
The tranquility is shattered as Master Ryo is suddenly dropped into the nearby pond with a splash, startling the birds into frantic flight. His obnoxious laughter echoes through the scene, a sharp contrast to the previous serenity.
One moment, Master Ryo was seated cross-legged, his Aura flowing like a slow river through his Etheric Cords, a faint blue glow shimmering around him—calm, controlled, meditative. And in the next moment, the air glitched, and a flash of golden Aura flickered behind him.
"Hahaha!! Ohhh, did I startle you? Or did you realize that inner peace just might not be for you?"
Master Ryo surfaces, sputtering, his robes soaked, his dignity drowned. He glares up at the sky and freezes in shock. She materializes mid-air, above the pond, as if reality itself had glitched to accommodate her entrance.
She's fair-skinned, flawless, almost porcelain—but not delicate. There's a sharpness to her, like polished marble carved by a storm. Her hair is golden, like molten coin spun into silk, cascading down her back in wild, untamed waves. But here's the twist: the ends are black, as if dipped in ink or burned by shadow. It's not a dye. It's her—a visual echo of her dual nature: light and chaos, brilliance and rebellion.
Her eyes are golden and sharp, like captured sunlight, pupils slitted like a cat's. When they look at you, it feels less like seeing and more like... dissecting.
Her outfit is a modified black robe, loose and flowing, but tied tight at the waist with a wide white sash that cinches under her endowed, large chest. The sleeves are long and dramatic, but not restrictive, designed for combat, for glitching through space before anyone could notice. The collar is high and stiff, almost military—a sign of discipline if she were wearing it properly. Instead, she wears it loose, unbuttoned at the throat, a mockery of tradition. Her skirt ends at her lower, thick thighs, white beneath the black, catching the light like a ghost's veil.
As she looks down at Master Ryo, she begins to descend, conjuring small, yellow platforms with each step, as if walking down a set of stairs. When she finally reaches the pond, her heeled brown boots stand on the surface of the water, which doesn't ripple. It freezes.
Not the water, but its movement. From the lily pads to the fish, everything freezes mid-swim, as if the world has stopped.
Naoko just stands there with a smug grin on her face, not disturbing a single leaf in the pond. Her Aura glows around her in a light yellow halo, pure and intense, fracturing the air into yellow holographic shards that bend light, making her seem like she's flickering in and out of reality.
"I believe this is the part where you should be thanking me. I just saved you from dying of boredom. You were breathing in sync with the lily pads. Are you sure you weren't just taking a nap? You are at that age."
With a smug grin and a sarcastic tone, she teases the fallen man before lifting her right hand and snapping her fingers. The pond unfreezes, ripples appearing again, and the fish swim once more. Master Ryo gasps as he coughs up water.
"I see you're still insufferable as ever, Lady Naoko," Master Ryo scowls.
"Ahhh, I thought you'd be happy to see your favorite princess after so long," Naoko mock-pouts.
"Oh, and before I forget," Naoko suddenly grabs the collar of his nagajuban and, with an ominous whisper to his ear, speaks in a tone that promises pain, "don't even think about telling my mother I was here. She'll make me clean the shrine again, and I do not want to go through that again."
Naoko releases his collar and turns, vanishing not in a puff of smoke, but in a golden flash.
Master Ryo coughs up some pond water and can't help but think, "Lady Naoko using that technique has always been both a boon and a bane to ally and enemy alike."
With that thought, he tries to go back to meditating, even though he feels it's a pointless endeavor with that gremlin around.
Calm. Peaceful. Boring.
"HEY OLD MAN!"
"AHHH!"
The tranquility is shattered as Master Ryo is suddenly dropped into the nearby pond with a splash, startling the birds into frantic flight. His obnoxious laughter echoes through the scene, a sharp contrast to the previous serenity.
One moment, Master Ryo was seated cross-legged, his Aura flowing like a slow river through his Etheric Cords, a faint blue glow shimmering around him—calm, controlled, meditative. And in the next moment, the air glitched, and a flash of golden Aura flickered behind him.
"Hahaha!! Ohhh, did I startle you? Or did you realize that inner peace just might not be for you?"
Master Ryo surfaces, sputtering, his robes soaked, his dignity drowned. He glares up at the sky and freezes in shock. She materializes mid-air, above the pond, as if reality itself had glitched to accommodate her entrance.
She's fair-skinned, flawless, almost porcelain—but not delicate. There's a sharpness to her, like polished marble carved by a storm. Her hair is golden, like molten coin spun into silk, cascading down her back in wild, untamed waves. But here's the twist: the ends are black, as if dipped in ink or burned by shadow. It's not a dye. It's her—a visual echo of her dual nature: light and chaos, brilliance and rebellion.
Her eyes are golden and sharp, like captured sunlight, pupils slitted like a cat's. When they look at you, it feels less like seeing and more like... dissecting.
Her outfit is a modified black robe, loose and flowing, but tied tight at the waist with a wide white sash that cinches under her endowed, large chest. The sleeves are long and dramatic, but not restrictive, designed for combat, for glitching through space before anyone could notice. The collar is high and stiff, almost military—a sign of discipline if she were wearing it properly. Instead, she wears it loose, unbuttoned at the throat, a mockery of tradition. Her skirt ends at her lower, thick thighs, white beneath the black, catching the light like a ghost's veil.
As she looks down at Master Ryo, she begins to descend, conjuring small, yellow platforms with each step, as if walking down a set of stairs. When she finally reaches the pond, her heeled brown boots stand on the surface of the water, which doesn't ripple. It freezes.
Not the water, but its movement. From the lily pads to the fish, everything freezes mid-swim, as if the world has stopped.
Naoko just stands there with a smug grin on her face, not disturbing a single leaf in the pond. Her Aura glows around her in a light yellow halo, pure and intense, fracturing the air into yellow holographic shards that bend light, making her seem like she's flickering in and out of reality.
"I believe this is the part where you should be thanking me. I just saved you from dying of boredom. You were breathing in sync with the lily pads. Are you sure you weren't just taking a nap? You are at that age."
With a smug grin and a sarcastic tone, she teases the fallen man before lifting her right hand and snapping her fingers. The pond unfreezes, ripples appearing again, and the fish swim once more. Master Ryo gasps as he coughs up water.
"I see you're still insufferable as ever, Lady Naoko," Master Ryo scowls.
"Ahhh, I thought you'd be happy to see your favorite princess after so long," Naoko mock-pouts.
"Oh, and before I forget," Naoko suddenly grabs the collar of his nagajuban and, with an ominous whisper to his ear, speaks in a tone that promises pain, "don't even think about telling my mother I was here. She'll make me clean the shrine again, and I do not want to go through that again."
Naoko releases his collar and turns, vanishing not in a puff of smoke, but in a golden flash.
Master Ryo coughs up some pond water and can't help but think, "Lady Naoko using that technique has always been both a boon and a bane to ally and enemy alike."
With that thought, he tries to go back to meditating, even though he feels it's a pointless endeavor with that gremlin around.
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