Michiaki's Plan

King found his wand without haste.

“Little girl,” he said. “Now why would you have this.”

Caroline: “Wand of Glory!”

King: “That won’t work on me child. After all, that belongs to me.”

Caroline: “Get off me! All these meanies keep trying to harass me! Daddy! Where are you?!”

Nobody could hear her though. King had isolated her in a separate space completely away from anyone.

King: “The reason you were so strong and cocky was because you had something that didn’t belong to you. This is the end for you, child.”

Before King could make a move, she was grabbed by a skeleton hand underneath the ground, which pulled her through, but in a ghost form without being killed off.

King: “Fine you bastard. I’ve felt your presence. You’re not all that. I have my wand and now once I enter the Sacred Tree, then all will perish!”

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Kazuki looked into the distance. ‘1 more hour,’ he thought as he sat down crossing his arms and patiently awaited the countdown.

“The tides are turning my swordsmen. Who will prevail?” he questioned out loud, slowly counting down the seconds.

Aamon and Kaibo were fierce competitors. Neither were letting up an inch of space despite their immense power. The ground had sunk 100 feet amongst the acres of land that they were now fighting in.

Aamon’s green mana clashed with Kaibo’s interesting black and white dots. Even though Aamon was not in his own mental state, he was still holding his own. Kaibo recognized this as a threat, but cockily smiled and looked down on him.

Kaibo: “Whispers of the Junglebeetle.”

Small noises started to appear, but then went away. Aamon’s mind was too lost to focus, but he could no longer hear at the moment. Kaibo took away one of his senses to confuse him, but he couldn’t even tell because of his monstrous state.

White and black dots enlarged and exploded right behind him without him knowing, but Aamon stood there unfazed by it.

Kaibo clapped and whistled.

Kaibo: “2nd Reverend? I don’t believe that. You have the strength of a 1st. Too bad I was still leftover as scraps in this world. Nobody lives by my hand. Well, I guess you can hear me anyway. That effect is going to drain your body more than you know over time.”

Aamon: “Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill.”

He did not scream nor yell this, but muffled it underneath his breath and activated large waves of mana that gave off heat resembling the sun.

The dirt on the ground burned like acid from this, melting the surroundings even more.

Kaibo took him head on, grabbing his throat and jumping so high that they returned back on the surface and dragged Aamon across the ground while his hand burned from the immense mana.

The drool from Aamon’s mouth flew all over the place and with no knowledge of who this man was, Kaibo obviously did not know to avoid this as it splattered on his clothes, which halted him midair unable to move.

“What did you do? When did you even do something?” Kaibo questioned, not scared, but more intrigued at this man.

He still hadn’t noticed, but the drool seeped through his clothes to his skin and stopped his body completely. It was an effect that Aamon had where the inner mucus of his body contained particles of time that he could control.

Walking up slowly to Kaibo, he dragged a sword that he had pulled out of his mouth that was housed inside his body the entire time. An unbelievable gold sword that contained a clock in the middle that ticked and ticked.

Without hesitation, he swung it at Kaibo’s head, but it bounced off something as if there was a barrier there. Kaibo laughed and then the same black and white particles emerged from the ground and attached to him, allowing him to move again.

Their swords clashed so loud that they broke the sound barrier and miles of land began to be destroyed. It was more than multiple Crux Chaplets could do and at this point, neither of them needed Chaplets to battle as of this moment.

However, what the two did not know because they were blinded by their battle was that the terrain they were in was an illusion set by Michiaki Sen.

Overhead, his voice was heard again…

“Kaibo, I said do not touch my family. That does not just mean by blood. Watch and see what happens when a true 1st Reverend has control of his own power. You’re a pity to watch.”

Both bodies were pulled in different directions smashing through different locations.

For Kaibo, he was pulled into a place that he did not recognize, but Michiaki’s voice confirmed it for him.

“So that’s what this is?” Kaibo asked. “The Crystal Domain of Sanctuary. The 6th World of Protrations. So you hide even more of your strength, Michiaki Sen.”

Michiaki: “You can sit here until you’ve learned. Like I said before, Kaibo. I do not care what you do, but you do not target my family. If you shall, then there is repercussions.”

Kaibo: “And you think I’ll just sit here and wait? I’m a 1st Reverend Michiaki, I have more power than you could imagine.”

Michiaki: “That is simply a title. But if you’re so sure, then try and get out of the Crystal Domain. It’s not as easy as you think. This is my true connecting power to the worlds. The World of White is something that I only have a part of, but this–this is my true strength. I do not wish to become your enemy, Kaibo, but you forced my hand.”

Kaibo: “Yeah, well the deal’s off. When I get out of here I’m coming after everyone you love.”

Michiaki: “Well then, we shall see. Goodluck.”

Michiaki’s voice dispersed and the Crystal Domain closed in on Kaibo who looked onwards.

On the other side, Aamon was pushed into a guild out of all places.

His mind raced with thoughts.

Looking around, he was blinded by his vision. People looked like grey static in his eyes, but when he swung his sword down on them, the static disappeared and no blood was shed. He swung like a madman with a killer glare in his eyes, not focusing on anything.

He froze time and swung at everything, breaking every piece that held together the guild. In the rubble remained one vision of static. He bolted at it and swung, but white ropes latched on to his arms and legs before he could swing.

The grey static slowly started to fade, but Aamon could still not see what this was as the silhouette’s arms raised and caressed his face, holding him with its hands.

He lashed out and time started to overpower the space, but somewhere deep down, Aamon was stopping himself from using substantial abilities.

The figure was able to continue and finally rushed in to hug Aamon. He paused for a second, then continued his rampage, but then paused again. Back and forth he teetered.

Then…

He heard a woman’s voice calling out his name…”AAMON! PLEASE!”

Slowly and surely, bits of the grey static started to chip away and a face was unveiled behind it.

Aamon’s eyes started to tear up out of nowhere as he recognized the face. Unlike before when he had seen her, this moment was different somehow. He didn’t know why. Maybe it was because the scenery was different or maybe it was because of the time he spent in that cage. Maybe it was her physical touch of him at this moment, but this was just different for some reason.

The static completely went away to a woman with long black hair and glistening blue eyes wearing a red and orange tunic.

Tears ran down her face looking at the man before her. She wiped the drool off of his mouth as his mind clicked and returned to normal all because of this girl.

“Michiaki’s plan worked…” she said as she continued to cry.

Aamon couldn’t speak at the moment from the years worth of memories that flooded back into his mind that he shut out.

He took it all in head on and looked at the woman before him speaking softly. “Rachel. I’m sorry.”

He said it over and over again, dropping to his knees and hugged her as tight as possible. His head rammed into her stomach and they both sobbed in each other's arms.

Aamon: “My wife…I’m sorry…for everything.”

She nodded her head as she cried so hard that she couldn’t talk. Aamon stood up and kissed her, embracing her into his arms. “I promise you Rachel, I’ll fix this all.”

Rachel had been in communication with Michiaki this entire time. He did not give up on everyone. This was his way of accomplishing this. Although it was selfish, he knew that Aamon could defeat any power that came this way.

Aamon: “Michiaki, old friend. I know you can hear me. Thank you. I will take on whatever burden is here. Please, fill me in. Both of you.”

Michiaki did most of the talking and informed him of everything he knew.

Aamon: “Ah, that’s why I sense this overwhelming strength in the Worlds. Kazuki Alcion. Perfect. Although, there are various enemies on par with his strength. I can sense it even though they are concealing most of it. What a mess. What has everyone been doing since the Titan War? Michiaki, Kaibo is not the most concerning of the bunch. I’m sure you have sensed this.”

Michiaki: “Yeah, I sense it too. Although, I didn’t think it was possible. To be honest, I didn’t even know it existed. I’ve heard rumors, but out of anything in all 9 Worlds, this was something I did not believe was possible.”

Aamon: “It is. It’s very possible. However, we must not say its name or we are cursed for eternity. After all, Centennial’s Parrel was not caused by the witches, but that was a rumor that I spread to prevent its name from spreading. Has everyone died there or are kids still being born?”

Michiaki: “People still give birth. It is unavoidable.”

Aamon: “Agh! Okay. Well, we mustn't call it by its true name, but I sense someone is heading towards it right now. The True Sacred Tree. It is power beyond strength. I must stop that first before anything. Can I trust you to keep that man caged in the 6th World for now, Michiaki?”

Michiaki: “Yes, however I will not fight. He will break out in about 2 days. I’ll keep in contact with you via a Tone Chaplet. If this man targets me first, then I’ll call you when I defeat him.”

Aamon: “Confident as ever. Ha! You never fail to make me laugh. Alright, Rachel I love you. Stay safe and away from trouble. Some people need to learn that the art of a sword requires more than just a blade.”