Post by STARGATERY on Jan 12, 2023 22:16:49 GMT
Repent, then, and turn to God, so that your sins may be wiped out, that times of refreshing may come from the Lord. (Acts 3:19.)
This should be an unfortunate situation.
That’s what they all say when things don’t go according to plan, is it not?
And yes, it is a slight shame that I didn’t leave God Amongst Men victorious, of course I wanted to find myself competing for a championship straight off the bat.. but just because that wasn’t meant to be, it doesn’t mean it never will be. It would be juvenile of me to think that and I think it’s pretty clear that I am very mature for my age. Life is all about falling down but brushing yourself off so you can stand and fight another day. The fact most seem to neglect is that the fight is sadly never over. It’s eternal, it’s the only thing in life cursed with immortality. And more often than not when you believe the fight is over, that’s when it just begins.
Ruri Kuzunoha.
A woman, a veteran I have heard plenty about. Mostly less than positive things given the woman who is trying to rid the world of Ruri currently is my trainer but I have taken the things Alyssa has told me with a pinch of salt. One could argue that facing Ruri will be more of a challenge than the chamber was and I am partially inclined to agree. After all, why am I the one who gets to face Ruri in her debut match for this company? Me, a rookie. Someone who has no clue what she’s doing, someone who is walking into her second match. The answer is simple. Already, this company knows they can count on me to deliver, but they also don’t expect me to win or cause any major drama. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see who the favourites here are, and it’s not me. I don’t see myself as a favourite. It’s whatever to me because I’m not fighting to be a role model or a champion of the people. I am fighting for myself, my redemption, and my future, and if that means I have to blow up this entire company and take out favourites along the way, so be it. I’m not going to concern myself with the wants and needs of other people. Everyone has the same goal and the cruel nature of this sport only allows a select few to stand at the top at any given time. Adrenaline is full of starlets and established names. I am not among them, nor do I hear my name tossed around as a future champion. I’m sure no one even thinks of me as a threat and that’s just fine with me. I will not let the thoughts of other people consume me because everyone has an opinion. They’re a time a dozen, and if more people realised that, the better off they would be. But if my peers want to take the path of self destruction and let things get the better of them, I’ll reap the benefits of that. One less person to pick off, all things considered.
Savages. Commoners. Brutes. Beasts. Soldiers. Kings. Gods. What do they all have in common?
They all have an hourglass.
No one can escape this axiomatic truth. These beings may prologue their stay. Surely they may attempt to slow down the sands of time. Some, like yours truly, have been successful in prolonging their inexorable fate. Others, not so much.
The savage can protect his life, but only by the power in his hands.
Commoners protect what is theirs by their shoddy wooden staff.
Brutes protect their lives by the nearest stone they can find.
Beasts protect their own by the strength of their jaws, as well as the sharpness of their fangs.
Kings are protected by armies.
Gods are protected by believers.
Remove these components paramount to the survival of the aforementioned beings, and before long, the hourglass becomes bottom heavy. The impermanence of power is something I find sardonic humour in. Is it wrong for me to find amusement in the foolish musings of those who believe they are all-powerful? Perhaps so. Perhaps this world has tainted my good tithings. Perhaps it has severed the attachment or at the very least strained the devotion I may have once had to the well being of all mankind. Or perhaps it has enlightened me and made me privy to the foolish ways of those like Ruri, who have existed for as long as mankind itself has existed. Women, such as she, who will rush bullheaded into battle as if it were a mere game, and as if this were not a matter of life or death, as if there were no mortal implications in this battle she is set to fight.
With all I have seen before, Ruri is, at best, an exciting new challenge for me. To lend some credence to you, I'll surely admit that I cannot wait to do battle with you. I salivate at the chance to lay hands on you, to feel you, because the thought of sapping life out of your body and air out of your lungs with my hands is so tangible, and I relish in the thought. I cannot wait for it. I cannot believe I am even saying this, but I cannot wait to see the look on the face of someone as proud as you as you are drowning in the sea of despair, only after realising the disparity between your capabilities and the capabilities of Pandora Rivers. A proud woman being forced to gasp for air and reach up to the sky and cry out for the heavens for a God she spent her entire life mocking to come and save her, or in this case, spare her. Perhaps you would have seen this coming if you weren't such a proud woman. Because a proud woman is always looking down; at other things, at other people, and perhaps that is why you've yet to realise my greatness.
A proud woman, too busy looking down, can never see what is above her.