Cole's Lost Home

Once again the Shadow was attacked relentlessly. Its heavy frame began to rock back and forth, obviously beginning to feel the pain it was being put through at the moment. Luckily soon its defenses would return back to normal. For now, since its health had fallen so low, it would begin to charge for an attack. Lowering its maw into the ground and lifting its tail up, a steam would begin to escape from the monster's pours. The steam cloaked its body, creating a sort of visual distortion of its frame. Hiding within the thick coating, the Shadow would await for it to regain its former strength. With luck on its side, perhaps the Persona-User would waste some of his strength and foolishly look to attack. "Come Child, do not be afraid. This battle is only beginning." The Shadow mocked the youth, knowing he was one who was so obsessed with pride. Would this ploy work? Perhaps the Shadow was charging for a powerful attack and needed to be hit or it succeeded. Or perhaps the Shadow wished the boy to attack to perform a powerful counter? Now this was when the true game began.

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His silver hues would narrow. The steam and fog cloaking the beast didn't seem so inviting, and risking a counter at this time would be foolish. Though Tsurinai Naito was quite arrogant, he was not stupid whatsoever. He expected the unexpected, and in a world like Limbo alot of unexpected things did occur. The silver haired teen gave him a few seconds of thought before deciding it'd be much better to play it safe. After all, the enemy was obviously having some trouble taking his blows. Focusing upon his tarot card, the sign of the Emperor would slowly fall before him. Grasping the hilt of his sword, he'd draw his blade and slash completely through the card. On contact, the card shattered into what appeared to be pearls, and a power erupted from the teenager's frame. Appearing before him, Jinmu-tennō stabbed its blade into the floor and smashed its palms together. Once performing this action, a healing aura came about Tsurinai Naito, restoring a small amount of health, but enough to continue the fight. No use using items when you didn't exactly need too, especially when they were so pricey to come by now. It was a second thought, but Naito was curious what the Velvet Attendants did with the money they made from the guests. Did they have more to their world than just that blue room? Thinking about it, the material used in that room must have cost alot of money, hmm? Interesting, very interesting. Something odd to be thinking about in the middle of a battle, but Naito was always a thinker. Once the Persona finished its skill, it would vanish and return back to Naito's subconscious. The silver haired swordsman would spin his sword upon his palm before sheathing it back within its scabbard.

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The silver haired boy once again raised his scabbards as the torrent of flames washed upon him. Perhaps if he were an average human being, he'd be nothing left but charred remains. However, ever since he had unlocked his inner strength, his body also became more resistant to such damage. Give a slight, "Heh.." He couldn't help but raise his gloved hand and brush aside the strands of hair that covered his left eye. "I think I understand this power abit more than before. Surely those with a firm will could ever hope to master a Persona, while those who lack succumb to their Shadows. No matter who you are, you have a Shadow lurking within you that will overtake you if you're not careful. You're weeding out the weak for me, and I can't help but laugh. Ahahaha! HAHAHAHAAH!" The Tsurinai would grasp his head with a hand as a wide smile came across his usually calm face. "If Shadows weren't weaker than full fledged Personas, perhaps there'd be some use for you in the future. Sadly, fate has dealt your kind a more... unforgiving card. In this case, fate is what I choose it to be, because I hold the power over your existence. So, is it possible I am fate itself, and the moment we began this fight it was preordained that you were to fail? Hah.. Irrelevant." Naito's expression would fade back into its usual indifference. It was rare that he broke his stoic personality, especially when infront of others. "Jinmu-tennō, get this trash out of my sight!" The imperious teenager commanded his Persona to appear before him, and the emperor's tarot card hovered down. With a swift draw of his blade, he'd slice through the card and unleash his power from within. His Persona wasted no time to charge onto the scene and head straight for the beast. It'd perform its signature move, a simple Kill Rush. Slicing upward, it'd send its momentum into the blow to knock the beast on its hind legs, before finishing the attack with a kick to its chest. Once complete the Persona vanished back within Naito's subconscious, and the silver haired young man would tilt his head. Sheathing his blade with a swift action, his eyes would narrow. Was this done yet?

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And once again, his job was complete. Letting go of his scabbard, it'd fall towards the ground before disappearing an inch before hitting it. Turning towards the crimson door that lead back to the real world, he would not say a word. He had come for what he wanted, and that was to get stronger. However, the silver eyed teen would turn to look back towards Cole Barbados. His face, rather indifferent even considering the current situation. "Congratulations, you've just become alittle more relevant in your life. Be grateful." With those last words, Naito opened the crimson door and disappeared within the same crimson light he appeared from. Was it wrong for him to simply just leave a new Persona-User without explaining things? Maybe, but it wasn't his job was it? Regardless of the situation, he left without another word. Cole was a big boy, he could figure things out himself.

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