Naito's Falling Empire [Prime Awakening]

Once entering the mysterious doorway, Naito Tsurinai, and those (if any) that chose to accompany would find themselves standing in what appeared to be a large palace of some sort. It was the same sort of palace Naito's Shadow had originally taken up home when they had met once before. However, something different was afoot this time. The castle seemed to be crawling with Shadows, and something was beckoning the Tsurinai to come find it. Like a voice on the wind, it called for him. It mocked and challenged him.. It was him. The same voice that belonged to his Shadow was calling for him, but how? He had watched his Shadow become his Persona, so could it truly be his Shadow or something else? That was what he was there to find out, and he had brutal battles to endure before finding the answer he craved. Regardless, the palace looked beaten and broken, as if a great war had occurred in its massive halls. Naito had better be prepared for what was to come by walking into this tattered domain.



"I.. am a Tsurinai." A voice suddenly broke out of the eerie silence, and it belonged to none other than Naito himself. "How did our motto go? 'Defeat your fears and see beyond the horizon. Have faith in your purpose and see how all things, good and bad, fit into the picture of your life.' What useless drivel.. I yearn for a force change because I lack faith. I lack the strength to lead humanity with my own hands, so I crave to use a power unknown to me to do it for me. In reality, I am the weak one. Or atleast, he thinks I am.. But he'd never know how far I'd go for Miki's sake." The voice was neither condescending, or mocking. It actually seemed to be thoughts from Naito, or atleast thoughts that were poorly skewered from the original. What was the message there, and who was the he?


If Naito chose to make his way through the palace towards the source of the disturbance, he'd be quick to notice a few things here and there. Paintings on the walls showed his family members over the ages. It showed his Father: The King, his Mother: The Queen, his sisters: The Princesses... and then he'd come to him. However, something was off.. On all of his pictures and paintings, the face was either crossed out or removed altogether. It simply appeared to be a faceless individual with no place there with the rest of his family. Even the paintings of him while younger, studying alone, showed no face. What was the meaning of this? Surely the deeper he went into the broken palace, the more he'd find when reminding him about his past.

Tsurinai Naito stood within the Velvet Room, staring at the door that so beckoned him. Even he could feel something about this doorway that was abnormal, yet felt so familiar. Probably because it was somehow connected to him, and whatever inside most likely correlated to his very soul. The Velvet Attendants filled him in on the information regarding the doorway, and sadly it wasn't anything specific. The silver haired teenager would pinch his chin between his index finger and thumb while giving some serious thought to the situation. They told him to prepare for battle, so whatever hiding behind the door was obviously going to be hostile and would most likely need to be eliminated. No matter, this wasn't the first time the Tsurinai had to eliminate a potential threat. With a nonchalant sigh, he'd reach into his black jacket and remove two plain white gloves. Slowly, he'd place them on each hand before clenching a fist to stretch them slightly out. "The more I think of this annoyance, the more it'll become a hindrance for what's really going on. I'll need to make this quick and easy." The teenager spoke with a calm tone, as he reassured himself this was going to be nothing more than a random battle. Little did he know what was awaiting him beyond the doorway was much more than that. Somewhere deep within that hard head of his, he knew this first hand. However, to be a Tsurinai it meant to take such challenge and crush it beneath your heels. After all, when it came to this current world, there was nothing that could be a real challenge for him. Atleast that's what he fooled himself into honestly believing. Making a confident stride towards the doorway, the silver haired boy would reach out and grasp the handle slowly. Turning the nob, his eyes would narrow... There was no running from this, and there was no turning back. Whatever monstrosity that beckoned him so would be utterly annihilated by his wrath. That was his silent pledge to himself, as he disappeared in a flash of blue light from the Velvet Room and was transported into this strange world. A world of the past? Who knew, but for some reason a strong sense of nostalgia came over him the moment he touched down in the rather broken down palace.

When Naito appeared from out the doorway, he immediately summoned his O-katana to his right hand and scanned his surroundings. Almost immediately he had recognized where he was... It was the same domain his Shadow had hidden within when he first stepped into Limbo himself. Heh, it brought back memories that were both pleasant and detestable. Lowering his scabbard, the silver haired Tsurinai would begin to look around. Things seemed rather different this time, and he had an odd feeling that he wasn't alone. The Shadows were most likely there aswell... Wasn't that just lovely? "Tch, what is this nonsense? I never would have guessed I'd see this world again. Since I'm here, that means there's a possibility my Shadow is here aswell.." Naito spoke to himself in a low tone as his eyes shifted to their corners in thought. Suddenly, without warning, his tarot card appeared before him and it'd clench it within his left hand. Like normal, his Persona would emerge upon the scene, meaning perhaps his Shadow was not behind this calling. There were too many things he did not know about this situation, and it was bother him. Even his Persona, Jinmu-tennō, looked abit on edge when viewing the scenery. Naito would shoot his other self a glare, and his Persona would look back... They both had the same idea what was going on. In that moment, the Persona would vanish back within Tsurinai's subconscious, leaving the boy to his thoughts once more.

Before any other ideas came to mind, a familiar voice could be heard over head. In reaction, Naito looked up and attempted to find the source, but to no avail. No surprise though, since this wasn't the first time he had seen this occur. Whoever this other voice was, it spoke as if it were attempting to read his mind. The pale faced boy remained calm while listening, and only narrowed his eyes in any form of a response. He wouldn't get worked up like last time.. No, he faced these true feelings once and would never succumb to such weakness again. "Useless drivel. By my hands or not, as long as mankind evolves I am content. If human hands could change the laws of this broken society, someone would have done it hundreds of years prior. I am simply being realistic.." He responded with a calm expression, only showing any sort of emotion when it came to his younger sister's name being spoken. Standing around and listening to such trash was not his plan here, so Naito would begin his progression within the palace, heading north towards block five. On the way he noticed the various paintings and pictures from his days back home, and immediately noticed he was faceless in all of them. He knew he had no place by his family's side and it didn't bother him as much as one would think. Naito made a promise a long time ago, and the brunt of his family wouldn't cause him to waver from such a promise. Yes, things would have been smoother if he saw eye to eye with his father, or even spoke with his older sister, but he didn't need them.

Just like everyone else, they were potential enemies if they didn't agree with his actions...

Moving on, Naito would reach the first room, standing the doorway and staring towards the partially broken door. He kept his sword and scabbard in his right hand, ready, while the left was on his side in a nonchalant manner. The sooner this was over the better...

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The silver haired Tsurinai simply stared at the doorway with a calm expression. Of course he was calm, like always, even though a million and one thoughts were currently speed throughout his skull. Luckily the path he took had no Shadows, so he had time to think without charging right into combat right off the back. He knew that it was inevitable that he'd deal with demons of his past, but he never expected it to occur in this strange world. If he weren't so confident in himself, there was a possibility he would have been anxious to see what was behind the door before him. When the whispers reached his ears, he slowly closed his eyes to attempt to focus the words said, but it was sadly to no avail. Whatever was going on here, he certainly did not like it. It was because he honestly didn't enjoy anything that brought his personal life out for all to see. In all honesty, Naito did not wish to ask anyone to accompany him because he had a feeling it was something to do with his personal life. The one thing about being a transfer student from another region that he liked was the fact no one knew his background. Sure, they could look up the name Tsurinai and find many reports online about their group, and the business they were involved in. However, they could never find information about his personal life. They would know nothing about his relationship with his family, nor how he felt when being associated with them. That was something one had to see for themselves, not search online for. When he got the call from the Velvet Attendant about the doorway that beckoned him, of course the silver haired teenager expected the worst. Though, unlike the first time he faced himself, he was much more resilient when it came to the workings of the supernatural. The moment he gained his Persona before, he felt a change within himself. He had found his resolve and had a made a decision that no matter what it took, he would accomplish his goals. This palace would be nothing but a speed bump.

When he suddenly heard a voice behind him, the silver haired boy would draw his blade and point it towards the source, basically telling them to keep their distance. Looking towards Kiyomi with a cold glare, the pale faced boy would speak with a low tone. "I am not sure if you're the real Kiyomi Mio, or a simple illusion. Whichever you are, turn around and leave. You have no place in this world." His voice was surprisingly cold as he spoke to the female before him. Even when she had asked the question, he ignored it and continued to point the blade towards her in a hostile fashion. Kiyomi was nothing but an acquaintance of his, even though they had had their moments together. When it came to something like this, where Naito's personal life was potentially up for everyone to see, he would not have such a person accompanying him. "If you know what's good for you, you'd turn around and leave the way you came. This is going to be my one and only warning, Kiyomi." Spinning the hilt of his blade upon his palm, the swordsman would sheath the Katana and turn back towards the doorway. Looking through the cracks he could see it resembled his home's library where he spent most of his childhood before his parents had split. The flurries of personal tutors and the heavy burden his father was pushing upon his shoulders at the time was nothing more than annoyances, yet the Tsurinai could remember it all so clearly. Taking a small breath, he'd walk towards the door and kick it down, clearing the way so he could enter block five.

Once entering the room, he'd keep his scabbard at the ready as his silver eyes scanned the area. "Such a strong feeling of nostalgia... I never expected I'd see this troublesome place again." He mumbled under his breath as old flashbacks ran through his head like home movies. Those were the simple days before he had decided to take the world's burden on his shoulders.

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She took another large step back as Naito brought his blade pointing up towards her in a hostile fashion. It surprised her at how worried he was, he wasn't going to take any chances and didn't believe it was the real her, but probably a illusion that was created by Limbo aiming to trick him or lure him into a trap. Her eye's widened with the sharp edge of the blade being pointed her way, she brought her arms up closer to herself.

"I..It is the real me! I swear! I'm sixteen, we both go to Kizuna Academy! I'm a first year there! We met in the library for the first time with Genji and Gabishi Senpai. Ah! Thats probably anyone would know! Uh um..I wet the bed till I was 10! I still have my teddy, that I sleep with every night! I have never Kis..killed a boy in my life! Well anyone for that matter! please put it away!"

As the blade had gotten closer and Naito's suspison started to grow, she just started saying anything that came to mind. Once it was there it came out of her mouth some of the things ran together making it sound like a run on sentence. She just tried to get him to believe that it was the real her.

"If you know what's good for you, you'd turn around and leave the way you came. This is going to be my one and only warning, Kiyomi."

Naito spoke once again in his usual cold tone as he sheathed his blade. She let out a sigh of relief with the blade gone. But what he said was kinda redundant in her point of view, if she knew what was good for her she wouldn't have continued risking her life fighting these shadows a long time ago and yet she's still here. Therefore leaving would be both a waste of time.


"Alright then. Cause it would get really annoying if you kept telling me to leave, cause I'm not."

She said in a annoyed tone, as she crossed her arms and puffed her cheeks. She didn't understand why Naito was acting more coldly then he usually was especially towards her. He's had his moments....sometimes and other times he was his normal old self but never like this. He went back to his own thing kicking down the door with a loud "thud", making Mio clench her body and jump closer to Naito as he started to move into the room. Mio has decided that she's going to continue following Naito to find out whats so wrong about being here, other then the risk of dying. She wasn't going to leave Naito inside this dangerous place.

So she follows Naito within block 5.

Waiting in the room would be a younger Naito Tsurinai. He sat at a table with stacks of books around him, and simply read. If one were to try and get his attention, he'd continue reading. If one were to walk infront of him to look at him, they'd see he lacked a face, and looked more like a faceless mannequin than an actual person. Either way, this younger "Naito" continued to read the books before him, studying ever so diligently. Whispers began to shroud the room, all belonging to a familiar voice for the silver haired young man. "He is hardly my son. One as disobedient as Naito doesn't have the correct motivation to run the Tsurinai Group. So in his place, I've decided Soki is more reliable. She will become the heir to the Family." The voice belonged to his Father, one of the main influences of the Tsurinai Group in the current day and age. Apparently Naito's relationship with his family was strained. Was he simply not good enough to win his father's approval, or was it because the young Tsurinai didn't wish to follow in his father's footsteps? He wouldn't have time to ponder the meaning of this, as a crack of a whip could be heard from behind. Once looking, the young man would see a familiar face... None other than his older sister Soki Tsurinai, though she was different here. Instead, he saw a younger version of her. The last time he was her was at a very young age, so it was possible she was around thirteen to fifteen. Regardless, the young heir of the family cracked her whip with a smile.


"Little Nii-chan, always studying yet for what? Father has already chosen which of us is superior." The young female spoke in a taunting tone as she gave a condescending laugh. Whatever this thing was before him, it was not a Shadow. Perhaps a memory given physical form? Whatever the case, a strong sense of hostility came from it. "It'd be better if you weren't here. So, I'll do our whole family a favor as the heir of the Tsurinai Group. I'll get rid of you for good!" The girl cracked her whip as her body began to crack, almost like she was made of glass. Was his memory being corrupted by something? Regardless, this little girl was more than what she put on. Preparing herself for combat, she grasped both ends of her whip and stretched it out before her. "Prepare yourself, little brother!"

Fragment of Soki:

Man, she was a pain in the ass. For once the Tsurinai wished Kiyomi would just listen and mind her own business. She literally had no place there. They were not friends, and they would never be friends. He made it completely clear that he wanted no part of that life with anyone, as friends were nothing but liabilities. If he didn't have the tolerance, he would have turned his blade on her and forced her out of the palace, but she was nothing but a pissant at the moment. More important matters were at hand, and that slight annoyance would not be allowed to slow down his advance within this strange world. Ignoring her presence, the silver haired teenager would glance around the study room. It was strange how similar it looked to the one back at home. Infact, it was a complete replica which brought back some memories. Looking towards his usual study desk he saw himself... Well, "himself" studying some old literature regarding the world unknown to man. Some works from various authors were all put together to fill the young boy's mind with abnormal knowledge. Naito walked towards the desk and grasped one of the books from the table. His back was facing towards the door so the annoyance that was Kiyomi Mio could not see his face, or the expression he was possibility making. Slowly placing the book back down upon the table, his silver hues shot towards his younger self who was faceless like the pictures. What did that mean? He couldn't help but grind his teeth as he closed his eyes in slight irritation. Soon an alto familiar voice suddenly made itself known, and it caused the young man to clench the fist holding his blade. Not out of anger, but more out of surprise if anything.

The voice belonged to his father, Tsurinai Setai, the current head of the Tsurinai Group. Honestly Naito had no qualms about being pushed aside for his sister to become the heir of the group. He believed them all to be focusing on things that were a waste of time. Even as a child, the young Tsurinai wished for change. Though he was born within this cruel, corrupt world, he saw things in a different view than his father. Where the older Tsurinai wished to take the reigns of the new world and rule it by its own rules, Naito wished to rule it by his own. His father preyed on the weakness of other humans while Naito wished to cause humans to evolve and becoming stronger than what they previously were. He didn't want them to waste their potential, and thus chose to become an obstacle for most to overcome. When he had heard of Limbo he thought of it as his chance to change things for the better. Though this could easily be mistaken as him trying to get back at his father and impede his current plans. Whichever the reason, the younger Tsurinai's resolve was rock solid. He would change the world, even if he had to give his life for the cause. No one would stop him; not even family. Though even though he said such things to himself, he knew if his family was ever under attack he would help destroy their enemies. He was a very conflicted boy to say the least, but that was one of his more charming features, hmm?

Turning to look towards the center of the room, Naito would be surprised for the next event to happen. The splitting image of his sister appeared, though he knew it was nothing but an illusion or a Shadow. He didn't get the same vibe from the creature before him like he usually got from the Shadows, so perhaps it was an illusion of some sort? Perhaps a memory gone awol? He remembered his sister being quite taunting in the past, but never to the point of being hostile and wanting to take his life. Something was wrong here... This was not Soki. When she seemed to be challenging him to a fight, Naito stood his ground and raise his scabbard before him. "Soki, huh? This is a blast from the past. I never expected to see you again. Though, I guess that really isn't you. You're either some kind of Shadow, or a bad memory that's taking physical form in here. Telling from the aura I feel from you, and that crazy appearance, I suspect the latter." The silver eyed boy spoke with a calm tone while responding to his sister's challenge. "Whatever the case, I'm always willing to show you how weak you are compared to me. Let's go." A thin smirk came across the Tsurinai's face as his tarot card slowly levitated down before him. Drawing his blade in a second, he'd slice clean through the card and summon his Persona to the field. Appearing behind him, Jinmu-tennō would stab its blade into the ground and clench its fists together. Within that moment, an intense aura shot around Naito, building up tension and super powering him for a powerful attack to come. Once the skill was performed, the Persona would vanish back within the young man's subconscious and await its owner's next command.

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From the look of it, it seemed that she had gotten Naito mad, as she could see that she was annoying him, without actually doing anything, maybe just having someone by his side while he was concentrating on fighting made him a little jumpy. Though she couldn't just leave him there alone, she thought it would be better for her to be there and be ignored then leave him alone within this palace. She decided to give him his space for now, as he walked forward into the room with her a few steps behind him,with her eyes wandering the room. It seemed to be a "study", one where people would spend the day reading or researching something from within their library. She never thought she'd be able to see the inside of one of these in her whole life and it was quite a sight to see, especially with its torn and rugged self making it look more authentic.

Mio noticed the young boy that looked familiar to Naito, with his silverish/white hair, but the thing that made chills down her spine was that he had no face. It just freaked her out the most of everything, though it seemed that Naito was unfazed. With a voice coming from nowhere began to fill the room, it was a deep tone and a man's voice. It sounded like it was Naito's father and he didn't sound all that pleased with Naito and decided to give the name of heir to the family. Does this mean Naito was the future head of the family? But what was he so disobedient about, that made his father change his mind? Her mind could only be left questions that couldn't be answered....not yet anyway.

With that a young girl that was around their age suddenly appearing within the room along with them. Tilting her head in curiousness she seemed to resemble Naito except for some predominant features of hers. She spoke to Naito as if they knew each other for years, and soon after mentioned of his father. Did that mean this was that Soki character the his father spoke of. She started to talk down to him as if she was better then him before threatening him. Soon after Naito spoke back with his usual calm tone as always, where as Mio was left out of the loop with only small pieces of the puzzle along with multiple assumptions which she didn't like. It placed her in a bind for the future and she might have to suck it up and ask Naito about it after. With that he summoned his persona, slicing through the card that appeared along with the light blue mist that started to appear, had brought the samurai once again to Naito's aid. It summoned an unknown aura that surrounded Naito and the samurai vanished within a blink of an eye.

It seemed that Mio was placed as back up within this little brawl between siblings, though she didn't mind it she wanted to keep her distance for the time being. She took a deep breath before clenching her fist before her, summoning the light blue mist that covered her with a feeling of relaxation. The card appeared above her and slowly made its way down, before she spun kicked it as it floated within the air. "Lets give Tsurinai a chance to attack! Come forth and strike Gawain!" She shouted, and Gawain appeared within the air and as he lowered himself to the ground. Once his foot touched the ground, he dashed toward Soki and swung his blade horizontally as he gotten closer.

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The Fragment of Memory would take the attack head on, only taking a step back to recover her footing. Her stance remained firm and focused, even though her body appeared cracked like glass, and her crooked smile remained plastered upon her face. "What's wrong? You're so deadly serious and we're just getting started here." Lifting her hand over her lips like a spoiled rich girl, the memory fragment would give a heart filled laughter that echoed through the room. Pulling back her whip, she'd crack it forward towards the female in the attempt of cracking her right across the face. Once completing the attack, the Soki fragment would pull her whip back and hold it above her head with a smug smile. "I'm not sure who you are, but Nii-san doesn't need you in his life. I never knew my little Naito was becoming so weak as to rely on others for strength. Or hm, perhaps this female is nothing but a tool for you? Yes, now that would be the family way, correct, Nii-san? Tsurinai Group Rule #5: Use all tools necessary to achieve your goals. I wonder if she knows she's nothing but a puppet to you? That she'll be tossed aside the moment you're done with her! Haha, oh Nii-san, how dastardly of you!" The younger girl laughed as she cracked her whip on the ground once again.

Fragment of Soki:

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Throughout the Fragment of Soki's speech towards Naito, the Tsurinai did not say a word. His eyes simply narrowed symbolizing that he neither agreed nor disagreed with her words. He never hid it from anyone that they were his tools when it came to reaching for his goals. Infact, he had no reason to hide such things. What he was doing was for the good of mankind, so what was wrong with using a few tools? His silver eyes shifted towards the one named Kiyomi Mio and then back towards the memory fragment. "You're right, she is a tool just like all the others I've been here with. Ueitawa is not my home, and these people are not my friends. In all honesty, I couldn't care less what happened to them. As long as my goals are accomplished, I will be content." He spoke with his blunt tone as his one visible eye, that was not hidden by his silver bangs, would shift to the side. Tsurinai Naito was a man on the mission, and he made sure to keep it this way. Looking towards Soki once more, he'd continue to speak. "Tsurinai Group Rule #3: "Protect your nest, even if you need to cut loose strings."" The boy suddenly spoke with abit of tone in his voice. "You know what this means, correct? Kiyomi Mio is one of my most valuable possessions, and she is a part of my nest. As such, I'll need to cut loose strings. This involves you, Fragment of mine." He extended his hand as the Emperor Tarot card slowly fell upon his person. "..I'll kill you and anyone else who stands in my path." With these final words, the silver haired teenager crushed the card and summoned his Persona back onto the field of battle.

Appearing before him, the First Emperor of Japan would stab its blade into the ground and pound its fist together. In this moment an aura would wash over the Soki Fragment, lowering her defense significantly. Once this was complete, the Persona would vanish back within Naito's subconscious, and the teenager would regain his footing. He had nothing more to say for the time being. It was difficult to tell what was going through his head, as his expression was completely blank. Was this really not fazing him? Fighting his own demented memories about his sister, and facing his doubts about his family head on? No, it did faze him, but not enough to crack his cold exterior. He knew he'd have to keep up his act for alittle longer. It was inevitable that he was going to run into a fragment of his younger sister, and even his father, and he was more cautious about those than Soki. After, his sister was just another rival, and they had already gone against each other in their youth. Sibling rivalry meant alot. However, when it came to his younger sister, Naito was a totally different person. When it came to his father.. well, that was the only person who the boy was intimidated by. There was good reason for this, and he was sure the world was going to show it. He'd need to make sure Kiyomi would leave before then. Surely she would become just a liability, and that was something he did not wish to happen. Man, she was a pain in the ass.

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As he dashed past her leaving a gust of wind in his wake blowing Mio's clothing and hair flowing against it as he left toward this Soki character who seemed to be Naito's brother. Though the thing that surprised Mio was that she didn't even flinch once she saw Gawain take off toward her and took his blade without a second thought with him vanishing in thin air once his attack had finished. With that crooked smile on her face she turned toward Mio and laughing on the top of her lungs as if someone just made the funniest joke of a lifetime before cracking her whip forward toward Mio. Her eyes widened at the sight of her releasing her whip forward and felt a heavy thwack upon her cheek and roughly threw her face to the side.

Mio was left with a blank expression as her cheek started to beat red. She slowly brought her face forward once again, though twitched her eye in pain and placed her hand on her cheek feeling the mark of where the whip landed. She was left speechless from that strike and didn't know what else to do. She was just left there to listen to Soki speak and what she said sounded much like what Naito spoke of when they had their first little meeting, and her assumption was somewhat correct about him probably being brought up like that by someone else. But now it was more clear instead of just not having friends he thinks of others as tools, to be used for his own selfish gain and she called it a Tsurinai group rule does that mean that they all think like that. Clenching her fist at the very thought of it but then again, how was she different.

She took the chance to look at it again and she wasn't that different from him then she thought. She was also one who used others for her own gain of protecting herself from her own past. As she started to fall into her own thoughts, she over heard Naito starting to speak against Soki and her rambling. Agreeing with what Soki on everything she had just mentioned but he continued with another one of their family's rules and used it against her, speaking of Mio as one of his valuable possessions but she didn't really know what he meant by that, was it like she was something to help him on his quest or something of use for the future. She guessed that she wasn't in the position of choosing what the words meant but she was pretty sure they were meant in a good way.

The blue mist returned surrounding her body slowly as if alive and holding her tightly, Mio looked at both Soki and Naito still very confused on their own story she knew that they had to defeat Soki before anything can happen further. Taking a deep breath she placed her arm out as the blue card appeared above her and slowly dropped into her open palm and crushed it within her hand.

"Awaken.....Gawain!"

Entering as if bashing through the front gates of an esteemed fortress Gawain landed with both feet touching the ground and his shield held up high, before placing it by his side once again. Standing with grace and his head held high he faced toward Soki.

"Smite her down with Hama!"

Mio shouted throwing her arm forward in sync with Gawain placing his blade forward with a gleam of his eye, his skill activated and a white circle was summoned beneath Soki within a second. With a wave of his blade the circle beamed with a bright light that shot toward the sky, consuming everything in its wake.

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The Fragment cracked slightly at its brother's words, and would crack its whip on the ground. "Well if I can't use this tool against you, then I'll just take her away-..!" The Shadow was cut off as Mio Kiyomi attempted to cast a hama spell on her. The silver eyed Shadow would watch the light and sutra surround her, but would not move. Once the attack was done, she'd continue to stand in place with a narrowed eye look towards Mio. "Did you.. just try to expel me out of my own domain? How rude! Two can play this game." The Fragment would crack its whip towards the ground, causing a smog of darkness to appear beneath Kiyomi Mio. It would attempt to shoot up and swallow her, performing its own instant kill as revenge for her attempt. It was one thing to try and expel a Shadow, but to try and expel a Fragment of Memory was ludicrous! She needed to be punished! So thought Soki Tsurinai, of course.

Fragment of Soki:

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Naito watched the memory of his sister and the pain in the ass known as Mio basically go back and forth with each other. This seemed more like a girl fight than anything, though he was grateful simply because it gave him time to prep for his attack. Extending his gloved hand towards the Fragment of Soki, he'd clench his fist and cast his own human skill called Strike Break. With this done, everything that was being prepared would be ready. Perhaps Kiyomi Mio had her uses as a human decoy. Thanks to her, the Tsurinai didn't need to break a sweat. Now in just a few seconds all this useless drivel and sibling rivalry would come to an abrupt end. He knew she was nothing but a memory, so simply arguing or trying to reason with her was out of the question. What made things confusing for him, however; was that his older sister was no so hostile. Perhaps taunting, but not to the level of wishing to take his life. Was something corrupting his memories to where they were turning against him? If that was the case, what would happen if he failed and let it continued? Would his mind be forever occupied by these demons? Would he lose he was and became a slave in his own mind and body? The thoughts caused the young teenager to narrow his eyes in annoyance. There was nothing to worry about here. This was truly his domain, meaning he had the control, not them. What ever parlour tricks this was would soon be coming to an end when he found the source. Obviously it was not Soki, but perhaps his father? Even himself... Those were the two biggest obstacles in his life, and he did believe he was his own greatest rival. Regardless of all these useless thoughts, Naito prepared for to unleash his attack. There was no use for any more words there, not for the memory or for Kiyomi Mio. He'd save his words for after the battle was complete.

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Gawain's attack struck Soki as she spoke, cutting of the end of her sentence. But it wasn't like the other shadows she faced, Soki was still standing, taking the strike as if it were nothing but a fly landing on her shoulder and made Mio's eyes widen. The other two shadows vanished within the light and were vaporized within their sights and nothing left, but she...she was left standing and gave Mio a sudden look that made her body shutter in fear as their eyes met. Soki spoke once again in a annoyed tone as she looked at Mio and spoke of playing two at that game, which made Mio scared and curious at the same time.

Beneath her feet Mio noticed it began to be clouded in darkness and grew within every second but Mio slowly took a few steps back and watched from afar. Like a thick mist started to grow and flurry within the wind and grow darker before bursting the smog outward and a large blast of darkness and death came from the earth and up toward the ceiling. Mio can feel the strength of the attack just from being a few feet away and it made her feel as if her power was as small as a rubber ball, what did that mean for Naito. Was his strength stronger then hers and exactly how long has he been going through this. She should have taken on something that she didn't know, especially since now knowing that her attacks don't work on everything, that must mean that she wasn't as strong as she thought she was.

She took another step back before tripping over herself and falling onto her bum. Sitting up and her face still toward Soki, Mio didn't know what to do, above all she was just scared not knowing what to do. Naito obviously knew what he was doing and wasn't at all fazed as much as she was, probably because he's spent most of his time here and was the reason for all those questions he's asked her, was it because he wanted to understand other peoples point of views.

"GAWAIN DO WHATEVER YOU HAVE TO BRING HER DOWN!"

She shouted flailing her arms out forward while she was still on the ground as the card suddenly appeared and drew closer to her, she slapped it into a thousand pieces and summoning Gawain once again with his blade unsheathed standing firm and proud. Once again he shot himself forward toward Soki lunging his blade forward before horizontally slashing his blade at her.

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