Kai had made it to the bottom of the shrine when he saw Draco standing silently, staring off into the distance. He asked, “So, what now?”
He has a stiff, emotionless expression to him. He has long, white hair that dangles down to his legs. He is wearing white Japanese style clothing and a large metal shoulder plate as armor. Blue and silver designs resembling fire and fur trail down the right side of his attire, starting at his shoulder and ending at the length of his pant leg.
I was as if he were staring into a pair of pearls, things that are pleasant to look at, yet they bare nothing but the stillness of cold rocks.
His voice was calm and mature, but at the same time serious, very serious.
His eyes suddenly bore a sort of hungry look as he spoke the last sentence. They looked like the eyes of a power hungry maniac that always kept his cool.
His emotionless expression did not shift at the least, but Kai could see the smallest hint of surprise in his eyes.
Kai stepped back in shock. He was disturbed that this man knew his father’s name.
When your father fought the dragon, he asked me to take your mother somewhere safe.”
“Tere Raiassou”
He uttered something else that sounded like “Raiakk Ussoukkai,”
As soon as his hand struck it let out a large spark of blue energy. The energy was like something one would see during a thunderstorm, except it was smaller and much more focused, making it possible to harness for an attack. The strike erupted into a small explosion that sent Draco sprawling across the floor.
Kujimaru stared at Kai, annoyance showed clearly in his eyes.
Is this really the end?
A loud clang echoed through every inch of the chamber, followed soon after by the sound of a continuous implosion. Over the sound of the continuous eruption Kai could hear Kujimaru grunt and gasp, “Impossible!”
He shouted “Raiakk Zuu Ussoukkai!” and his hand burst into and even greater vortex of energy.
The dragon looked at him with wide eyes.
Kai anxiously replied, “I don’t know how!”
He felt his chest when the light faded and saw that his chest wasn’t hurting anymore.
“Then we shall begin immediately.”
And so, Kai trained for the trials he will confront in the future. He traveled across the land in secrecy, learning all he could from his new teacher, Draco. He changed his name to Zephyrus and left his former life behind. He traveled from place-to-place, learning many styles of swordplay from various masters of the art. Draco taught him how to use Chaotic Magic, as well as a wide vocabulary of the Dragonese language. His angered brother, Kujimaru, often pursued him and many times he had to confront him in battle. During his travels Zephyrus’ arrogant behaviour, brought on by the prejudice he was subjected to as a child, gained him many enemies both demon and mortal. But knowledge of being resented by so many opponents only strengthened his moral towards finishing his training. As the years went by, thoughts of hatred and revenge began to cloud his mind. The thoughts of revenge grew stronger, and the voice in his head grew louder. He treasures the day his training would be finished, because he knows that the day his training ends is the day his revenge will begin…