From Death, A Promise

The forge had been quiet. The roaring flames that had amassed billowing smoke from the Dragon's Hour had ceased. The word had found its way to the Dragon within his forge and for many that had meant he was no longer there. Silence followed him as he hovered above the abode that had contained his friend. Someone whom he regarded as a comrade and family member in all rights. Someone he would fight and bleed for, if not die for had been taken from him. Morio didn't have many with whom he had labeled as family, or even friends. He had Tsuna Hoshimura as a brother. Enishi as a brother-in-arms. Even Toran and Typhon as comrades...almost brothers but not quite. But to lose someone who had been a sister, someone who had shared a common situation. As he had Cassian, she had Hecate. Two entities living within hosts that pushed them to become greater. He never got to sit with Hotaru to discuss how her training had been going nor how she had grown. They had made plans to meet up once again after their missions and to also once again meet up as Team Winter. Now? None of that could happen. He sat upon Nidhogg's back in silence, the dragon feeling the intense emotions of his kin and said nothing for the dragon knew loss and most of all...he knew anger. No one had been able to catch the assailant, but once the scene had been cleared he would descent upon the castle for a moment and look over it. He didn't enter the room, no that would be stupid. It was a crime scene after all. What he could see however was the flow of battle. His icy blue eyes would follow the scuffle, the slashes of battle and he could see that his friend went out exactly as she wanted. In battle.

There was no enjoyment from this even if he knew she would have rather died in battle than like some commoner, but someone had made a grave mistake. They did not die with her. A sigh broke the silence as Morio looked behind him and for a brief moment an entrance to his dimension would appear. As soon as it did both dragon and rider would disappear into the rift and from there sight altogether. The Dragon Of Hoshi landed within his own dimension, jumping off of the Elderwyrm's back and walked in silence to the Forest of Souls. Nidhogg wanted to join his champion, but instead knew that it would amount to nothing. The only sound had been the sound of his footsteps echoing off the smooth stones that adorned the ground, leading to the beginning of the forest. As he entered, Many of the fallen had stopped and bowed to pay respects to the Ametsuchi heir, but none were met with words or even actions. He kept onward. As he continued through even the more malevolent souls stopped in their tracks, moving back into the darkness of the forest for which their will were tethered. The forest began to ache and groan for its master as it knew one thing. The fires of anger had been stoked. On his face and in his eyes were not emotion, not even a hint of anything. But his body and mind knew only anger. Stopping at a point he would stare at an empty area that had a single tree. His mind played through memories, brief as they were, but filled with lasting impressions. The first meeting of Team Winter and their fight with Yamato. Their first missions. The time he had spent with Hotaru on missions. The last time he had seen her among the stands of the Nova Exams.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he slowly reached behind him and as he did a small portal would open into the requip plane. He had begun to pull out a sword that he had made in the likeness of the Princess of Shade. A blade of black with red etchings along its form. An ornate pummel and handle made for a Princess of battle. Sticking the blade into the earth 2 meters in front of the tree he would pull out the sword that he had first made and used on the team and kneeled in front of the sword," I wanted to give you this once we had all met as a team once more... There was a lot I wanted to tell you and show you, but now... I guess we don't have the time to anymore. You went out as you wanted. On your feet. As a warrior but that bedroom was not your battlefield nor should it have been. Whoever did this to you...They will not live to see another day. Fuck honor. Fuck the code. I will not do this as a ninja. My wrath will be be known far...it will be known for ages," in his eyes burned a resolve not even he knew within himself. The icy blue eyes for the first time took on the hues of his patron, the Elderwyrm of chaos. The calm ice of his eyes began to slowly dye themselves a dark, evil color or red. Today the world had taken someone from him. Today the world would see the vengeance that harbored within the male.

Standing up he would dust his knees off and behind him pair of shrine maidens would come bearing a gift for the departed. A bottle of sake, a kimono made of impressive silk and lastly a hoshigakure headband. Morio would place each of these in a particular order. The sake would be placed on the left of the sword, the cup on the right. Behind the sword would be the kimono and the hilt of the sword would be the headband. Uttering a small prayer he would turn on heels but not before seeing a small visage of Hotaru and he chuckled slightly," I will keep your memory...and your resolve. That is a promise my friend," and on his heels he would step out. as he left he would remind the maidens to bring Enishi to this spot. Above the sword would float an orb of pure blue fire that if looked at would spell out the name and a phrase.

"Here lies the memory of Hotaru Shinkou. Member of Team Winter. Heiress of Shade."

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