Tanroa

[Mikalo]

"Hi Ryusen!" The voice cackled like lightning into the air as the barrages of attacks from the sword in all different sides and angles slashed through the many samurai that dared to oppose his strength. The Battousai turns; slashing his blade upward from behind and completely bisecting a newly blood curdled corpse. The two phalanx sets entangled around the hilt of his katana blade; Sinryuishi.

Through the crowd of corpses splattered and sprinkled upon the alleyway, there was a figurine dressed in dark; kimono torn asunder and rippled by past violence, in his hand the long completely black odachi's tip was touching the ground, causing the hilt to reach up to hilt.

The shady figure's enlarged optics showed that he was inhumane, along with his canines covered in ruby-based blood. Immediately within seconds; The Battousai found himself matching speeds of the unknown; which could not be matched by an sets of speedometers. Unbeknownst to the samurai, Mikalo Hitoriki; he was not unmatched. Finally, The Battousai found someone who could match his speed. He grins.

Blown back by the sound barrier being broken with their mixed speeds; his toes dig through the ground and create pieces of the sod that flow behind him and create destruction in his name. The other samurai charged forth with an upward and diagnol slash towards his chest.. sending the Battousai Mikalo driving into the ground.

"You can do better, Little Brother."

These words echoed through his head, revealing his surprise within a quick taken inhale.. when he realized what was happening in the dire situation.. he exhaled slowly within a sigh. His left hand dug into the ground and twisted, using his Battojutsu stance to unsheathe his blade and run towards his opponent.. with the anger clouding his mind, once more he was knocked into the dirt.

The ground cracked under him as he had been easily rendered unconscious by the stress of easily being knocked down and the hard hit of the sword against his tough olive-skinned texture. The sputter of blood and groaning did not create sympathy in the unfathomed soul of his brother. The peak of the moon's spiritual energy had descended into his fluttering-eyes; spiraling him into the world of dreams and nightmares...

Once he had come into the area, the sky and the ground were white, along with the area about. His blade had been sheathed, and curiously, he stared at it. He felt an unusual coldness in the vicinity, the wintry power of something of immense power caused his breath to be icy.. The hand that reached to his blade had been frozen in time. He struggled against the force pulling him down, but he could not move.. not even to move his mouth to scream out in fury.

Vapor filled the circumference of the seemingly endless area; and it exploded outward to spiral and entangle the structure of the Manslayer's entity, unfreezing him so he could stand with his muscles relaxing, dropping his sword onto the ground willingly. Suddenly, an hourglass appeared in front of him, sand spilling out towards the bottom which was already halfway finished and put at the end at its full intent. Behind the structure of the hourglass, a hooded figure appeared floating above the ground, chapped lips poking through the darkness of the cloth upon its head, strands of black hair wavering onto the feminine figurine's torso which was covered in gold belts.

Another gold ring covered the top of the cranium and wrapped around it to keep the hood down, which was eventually pulled back to reveal her young face, her pale skin becoming lighter in the rays of white in the area, her eyes a light brown that continuously changed colors to red and blue. Two wings poked from her back, they were brown and continued to flutter back and forth, feathers falling into the ground below. The sound of sweet rushing waters calmed the Battousai to his full extent; though he still lay curious..

His steady breaths continuing on for hours.. as the goddess stood there. The river under her wings digging into the ground. Once Mikalo walked onward, the Time-Controlling feminine figure let her pale hand rest against his head.. the rushing of waiting and impatience washing itself into the brain of the Battousai, water twirling around the female's form and then directing around Mikalo's own.

"And I say to you; Blessed." With no care, she sighs, waving her hand.,. letting Mikalo disappear. Immediately back into the Multiverse, his eyes opened, and a sword from his side that was quickly unsheathed blocked outward, the blade of his older brother caught within the circumference of his black katana blade with a fourteen foot long origin. Twisting his sword with speed going past his, disarming him. Unbeknownst to the Battousai; Mikalo Hitoriki, he had channeled the newfound and mysterious power into his blade that was lifted above his head..

The ground shook compellingly, and cracks appeared in the ground, craters forming in the walls around him. The stars above looked downward and directed their light into the water along with the moon, that seemed to move closer. A twisting feeling occurring in his solar plexus region as waves of water came from the back of his form like a tentacle, grasping at his brother's form. The blade that had cut through the water just made the hydrologic particles reform once more, and entangle the brother's form. Kamorisuki battled against it, using his strength against the waters and bending it to his will.

Waters that were bent to his will came straightforward towards the Battousai, but he unsheathes his sword by dropping the sheath and sending the sword upward; causing the streams of water to blast far above. The tip of his Katana blade named Sinryuishi touches the water.. turning it into it's future form, which would be vapor. Using his inhumane speed to twirl, his typhoon like blade spiraling and sending the vapor out.. it had enough strength to push Kamorisuki on the brink of anger.. and then he dispersed into the water that was engulfing the town and its inhabitants.