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7/2/2025, 4:47:04 AM
>>49656233
"Yeah, mountain climbing, but you know where? The one place where blonde flowers grow. Same color as your Mother's hair once was, same color your hair is." He chuckled.
The Boy blinked. "What's that got to do with being strong?"
The Tired Man clicked his tongue. "You see, for every strength a man boasts about at the bar, he's got ninety-nine others which speak more softly, but are twice as evident. Remember that the next time you hear a Youkai or crazed Magician go on about their Danmaku, they're all compensating for something. 'Quiet Strength' don't forget that okay?"
"I'll try." Said the Boy with resignation, not really understanding.
"Now, with that out of the way, come on, I gotta teach you how to throw a proper punch." The Tired Man laughed, lifting the Boy by his armpits.
---
The memory flashed before Goro's eyes in a moment and in the same second he looked at his twins who floated together in the air, snuggled up to each other. 'Quiet Strength' he thought as he watched his spell collapsing below him.
With both hands, he reached out to nothing in particular and grabbed hold of something that he couldn't see, but he knew was there. Then, with all his might he pulled on it. The thing didn't budge, like a rope tied to a boulder, nothing gave way, so Goro gnashed his teeth and began to try again, feeling muscles tearing in his arms and immaterial parts of his being screaming in protest at the great thing he was attempting.
It was no use, It wouldn't give. He was just one human, that he'd come this far was a miracle, Goro could not become a Sage, he couldn't even save his children, let alone live up to his wife's expectations.
One more time, he looked to his two small kids. They looked soft, innocent, his own. Parental protective feelings gushed forth from within him and collided with the crushing shame of being unable to protect them. No. He'd give his life before that, he'd suffer Hell and damnation for even a sliver of chance now.
But even if he wanted to sell his soul to a devil, he had no more voice to bargain with, no utterance would ever leave his lips again.
'Quiet Strength'.
One last time, he grabbed hold of the immaterial thing and pulled. Pulled, and in his head he chanted and thought so hard it may have well been a scream 'Whatever's listening, give me the strength! Nothing else matters now!' and for a moment, in his anguish as he continued pulling, Goro heard and felt nothing.
Then the roar echoed in his head.
Hands, hands that weren't there grasped onto his and heaved. Dissonant and chaotic at first, yet a rhythm slowly began to form as pulling synchronized. Together, as if pulling a rope from the sea, all the forces that acted on the immaterial finally managed to tug it, and the Hydra, the great spell turned and began to eat the tail of the Nuclear Fire.
Goro's teeth were clenched and every part of his being screamed once more. Now there was innumerable forces pulling upon his spell, but he still had to be the one to direct it and if he should slip and the Hydra loose itself, it'd be annihilation. He did not falter though, white-knuckled, straining, he fought against it, the chaos, the destruction, the oncoming sterility that would occur if he failed, all of it for the two peaceful faces of his children.
And mercifully, the Hydra completed it's turn and gorged itself on the Nuclear Fire from behind, and behind it, the Nuclear fire ate at the Hydra. A pleasant rumbling sounded throughout the underground from the stabilized reaction that took place around the ruined sub, and the twins, once distraught, now blinked softly as they heard the sound.
The Father let go off the immaterial rope that had turned the Hydra, but didn't dare let his arms fall, for he feared that if he did, he'd not be able to bring them back up again. Then he floated towards his children and swaddled them both close to his chest, having moved Heaven and Earth to keep them safe.
The peace did not last for long.
"Move!" Seija shouted as she pushed Goro to the side and a blade slashed down where he once was.
Quickly Goro redoubled his senses, eager to ready himself after letting down his guard. He could see Seija at his side, heaving and huffing, the day hadn't been kind to her and fighting even a weakened Yukari on her own had put her on a back foot. The Broker tried to think of a spell, a trick, anything now that could help in the situation, before Seija placed her hand over his and leaned against his shoulder.
"Save it." She whispered. "You don't have anything left either right? Just, one last time before it's over, let's just, be together."
Goro wanted to rally her, wanted to keep fighting, wanted his children to live at the very least. But when he looked up and saw Yukari, he knew the effort would now be wasted.
"Yeah, mountain climbing, but you know where? The one place where blonde flowers grow. Same color as your Mother's hair once was, same color your hair is." He chuckled.
The Boy blinked. "What's that got to do with being strong?"
The Tired Man clicked his tongue. "You see, for every strength a man boasts about at the bar, he's got ninety-nine others which speak more softly, but are twice as evident. Remember that the next time you hear a Youkai or crazed Magician go on about their Danmaku, they're all compensating for something. 'Quiet Strength' don't forget that okay?"
"I'll try." Said the Boy with resignation, not really understanding.
"Now, with that out of the way, come on, I gotta teach you how to throw a proper punch." The Tired Man laughed, lifting the Boy by his armpits.
---
The memory flashed before Goro's eyes in a moment and in the same second he looked at his twins who floated together in the air, snuggled up to each other. 'Quiet Strength' he thought as he watched his spell collapsing below him.
With both hands, he reached out to nothing in particular and grabbed hold of something that he couldn't see, but he knew was there. Then, with all his might he pulled on it. The thing didn't budge, like a rope tied to a boulder, nothing gave way, so Goro gnashed his teeth and began to try again, feeling muscles tearing in his arms and immaterial parts of his being screaming in protest at the great thing he was attempting.
It was no use, It wouldn't give. He was just one human, that he'd come this far was a miracle, Goro could not become a Sage, he couldn't even save his children, let alone live up to his wife's expectations.
One more time, he looked to his two small kids. They looked soft, innocent, his own. Parental protective feelings gushed forth from within him and collided with the crushing shame of being unable to protect them. No. He'd give his life before that, he'd suffer Hell and damnation for even a sliver of chance now.
But even if he wanted to sell his soul to a devil, he had no more voice to bargain with, no utterance would ever leave his lips again.
'Quiet Strength'.
One last time, he grabbed hold of the immaterial thing and pulled. Pulled, and in his head he chanted and thought so hard it may have well been a scream 'Whatever's listening, give me the strength! Nothing else matters now!' and for a moment, in his anguish as he continued pulling, Goro heard and felt nothing.
Then the roar echoed in his head.
Hands, hands that weren't there grasped onto his and heaved. Dissonant and chaotic at first, yet a rhythm slowly began to form as pulling synchronized. Together, as if pulling a rope from the sea, all the forces that acted on the immaterial finally managed to tug it, and the Hydra, the great spell turned and began to eat the tail of the Nuclear Fire.
Goro's teeth were clenched and every part of his being screamed once more. Now there was innumerable forces pulling upon his spell, but he still had to be the one to direct it and if he should slip and the Hydra loose itself, it'd be annihilation. He did not falter though, white-knuckled, straining, he fought against it, the chaos, the destruction, the oncoming sterility that would occur if he failed, all of it for the two peaceful faces of his children.
And mercifully, the Hydra completed it's turn and gorged itself on the Nuclear Fire from behind, and behind it, the Nuclear fire ate at the Hydra. A pleasant rumbling sounded throughout the underground from the stabilized reaction that took place around the ruined sub, and the twins, once distraught, now blinked softly as they heard the sound.
The Father let go off the immaterial rope that had turned the Hydra, but didn't dare let his arms fall, for he feared that if he did, he'd not be able to bring them back up again. Then he floated towards his children and swaddled them both close to his chest, having moved Heaven and Earth to keep them safe.
The peace did not last for long.
"Move!" Seija shouted as she pushed Goro to the side and a blade slashed down where he once was.
Quickly Goro redoubled his senses, eager to ready himself after letting down his guard. He could see Seija at his side, heaving and huffing, the day hadn't been kind to her and fighting even a weakened Yukari on her own had put her on a back foot. The Broker tried to think of a spell, a trick, anything now that could help in the situation, before Seija placed her hand over his and leaned against his shoulder.
"Save it." She whispered. "You don't have anything left either right? Just, one last time before it's over, let's just, be together."
Goro wanted to rally her, wanted to keep fighting, wanted his children to live at the very least. But when he looked up and saw Yukari, he knew the effort would now be wasted.
6/30/2025, 8:33:36 AM
>>509101779
If you become Christian and live a Christian life then you are OK. Otherwise fuck off.
If you become Christian and live a Christian life then you are OK. Otherwise fuck off.
6/20/2025, 6:27:30 PM
never again will i allow myself to become distracted from my faith or path
give me, o lord, an ever watchful heart which no subtle speculation may ever lure from you. give me a noble heart that no unworthy affection shall ever draw downwards to earth. give me a heart of honesty that no insincerity shall warp. give me a heart of courage that no distress shall ever crush or quench. give me a heart so free that no perverted or impetuous affection shall ever claim it for its own
amen
give me, o lord, an ever watchful heart which no subtle speculation may ever lure from you. give me a noble heart that no unworthy affection shall ever draw downwards to earth. give me a heart of honesty that no insincerity shall warp. give me a heart of courage that no distress shall ever crush or quench. give me a heart so free that no perverted or impetuous affection shall ever claim it for its own
amen
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