An Oni's Ascension [B mission]

Mission Name: Becoming a True Ogre
Rank: B
Mission Location: Universal

Challenges: Technique Acquisition
Task: With the blood of Ushitora running through their veins, it is high time that the Ushitora becomes a true ogre. Train in the arts of Blue Oni or Red Oni and announce the growing strength of your powers.

Word Count Requirement: 3,000
Reward: 50% Discount to learning Red Oni Blue Oni
Ryo 3,000 / 30 AP

Character Requirements: Be Ushitora, match the requirements to have Red Oni Blue Oni
Character Exclusive: No

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A gentle gust of wind tousled the strands of lavender hair that delicately escaped from Amelia’s styled space buns. She exhaled softly from her lips as her clinched fist extended through the air. Her confidence was quickly dying out. Despite her efforts, Amelia’s attempts proved to be futile.

Unfortunately the Ushitora’s anticipated results did not transpire.

Amelia diligently adjusted her stance multiple times in attempt to refine her technique. She even took brief breaks to replenish her energy, yet the outcome remained unchanged. Reflecting on her current predicament, Amelia contemplated the disappointment the would arise if her father, the Warchief, were the witness her struggle to grasp the power that the clan was capable of.

The weight of failure weighting heavily on her mind, Amelia, as the Warchief’s daughter, could not bear the thought of being perceived as an absolute disaster to her very people back at home.

Amelia let out a soft grunt as she extended her fist out once more. The momentum behind the throw gradually shifted her foot within the dirt beneath her.

Still nothing~

An irritable grumble vibrated from the Vagabond’s throat as Amelia finally made the decision to give up. She collapsed onto the ground, not giving a damn about the dust the clung to the fabrics of her rouge wear. Her more delicate wears was still tucked away safely. It just wasn’t fit for this sort of training or travels. Even though the pair of cloth trousers and tunic she currently had equipped wasn’t as comfortable as her weightless quipao, Amelia did not favor the idea of possibly tearing the delicate fabrics that her quipao possessed.

An hour must have passed befor Amelia finally rose to her feet, realizing that the sun was beginning to set on another day. She coudn’t help but feel that each passing day was a missed opportunity.

How many more days would she struggle before making any progress? Or perhaps she was simply not cut out for mastering this technique, maybe she was lacking the necessary skills.

Frustration etched on her forehead, Amelia yearned to release her pent-up energy on something tangible, something other than the empty air around her. She struggled to understand what made this technique so elusive. The Vagabond knew that the clan style differed from the traditional Ninjutsu, with its unique ability to channel elemental forces into physical attacks. Some clansmen could strike with the scorching intensity of the sun, while others possessed the tremendous of lightning within their punches.

At this moment, the specifics of her fighting style became irrelevant to Amelia. All she desires was any semblance of progress. Right now, she feels utterly hopeless.

Recognizing the need to regain composure, Amelia decided it would be best to retire for the night and allow herself time to settle her mind. She understood that a clouded mind would only hinter her efforts.

With a smooth motion, Amelia brushed off her clothing before returning to her designated camp. She had set up a simple makeshift bedroll hidden beneath the branches of a nearby tree. The peaceful sound of a passing river provided a calming backdrop to her surrounding.

Although the camp was located near the land of Fire, it had been relatively quiet compared to the bustling Ushitora. Lately, Amelia had been feeling restless and eager to further her knowledge and skills. The responsibility of being the Warchief’s daughter rested heavily upon her small shoulders.

However, it could wait until the next day. Amelia decided to put her ambitions on hold for now.

Seeking solace and relief, Amelia utilized the river to cleanse away her frustration and the grime accumulated during her training. The cool water acted as a therapeutic aid, soothing her tired muscles and easing the tension within her body.

After her refreshing swim, Amelia made her way back to the bedroll. Nestling into the soft fur like a baby dragon, her tail gently tucking around her form, the Vagabond gazed up at the twinkling stars peeking through the tree branches. It didn’t take long for sleep to overtake her, and she drifted soundlessly into unconsciousness.

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Amelia's father was a highly authoritative and uncompromising individual, displaying a strong and unwavering demeanor. However, there was an exception to this seemingly impenetrable facade: his daughter.

It was her father who instructed for the cultivation of rose bushes around their residence. The exquisite, velvety petals of these plants would often captivate young Ushitora's attention, enticing her to delicately touch their soft surfaces. Unfortunately, this act would occasionally result in a minor prick from the hidden thorns that adorned these alluring flowers.

Nevertheless, Amelia's fondness for the rose bushes was unwavering.

"Father, may I ask as to how these roses manage to thrive in such harsh conditions?" Amelia once questioned the Warchief. The Princess was aware that most flowers would struggle to survive in the punishing climate of their lands. Yet, the rose bushes remained resilient against the chilling grasp of winter.

"Well, my daughter, it is important to note that some things must adapt in order to endure. When the bushes were initially planted, the frost made them brittle and they shattered. For several seasons, the roses refused to bloom. It was believed that they would never flourish again." Her father paused as he plucked a rose from its stem, with none of its thorns posing a threat to his resilient skin. "Then one morning, I witnessed a breathtaking blue rose that sparkled in the delicate layer of frost on its petals."

The Warchief gently tucked the rose into the young Princess's hair. "When faced with adversities, patience may hold the key to thriving. Focus on your inner strength while maintaining an appearance of delicacy. That way, when your abilities finally come to fruition, they will catch others off guard."

It had become an invaluable lesson imparted by her father, emphasizing its significance.

She was her father's cherished daughter, a young Ushirota who possessed a comparatively smaller stature compared to her peers. However, her father never questioned her abilities. He firmly believed that despite her graceful demeanor, the young Princess would prove to be a formidable presence. Undoubtedly, she was a true reflection of her father's values.

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As the Princess found solace in her sleeping roll, under the expansive night sky, she experienced a vivid dream. This dream evoked memories of the time when she first harnessed the power to summon lightning through her Chakra.

This was quite unexpected to those around her. Both her father, the Warchief, and the Princess herself were known for their fiery tempers, capable of unleashing uncontrollable infernos with attitude alone. However, unlike her father, her abilities were inclined towards summoning lightning rather than fire.

Her lightning manifested in a concentrated fashion, reminiscent of the tightly coiled form of a majestic blue dragon. Similar to the dragon currently gracing her slumbering imaginings, this creature boasted a regal crown made of antlers sprouting from its formidable head.

Amelia had encountered this dragon during various instances within her dreams, though it never communicated with her. Consequently, she remained unaware of its true purpose or the reason for its presence in her unconscious mind. Nevertheless, it was a magnificent creature. The tattoo adorning her leg, embellished with bleeding roses, bore an unmistakable resemblance to the dragon that now traversed her thoughts.

Her father's words resonated within Amelia's heart, igniting a fire within her very soul. He instilled in her a belief that was boundless, an unyielding conviction. He painted a vivid portrait of a future where the flames of a dragon's might coursed through her veins, rendering her unstoppable.

Amelia clung to these words tightly, for they were the fuel that drove her forward. They whispered promises of a power so immense that it could shatter the chains that bound her, both physically and metaphorically. It was through her father's unfaltering belief that she dared to dream, dared to embrace her potential.

In the depths of her being, she knew that her father saw something in her that others failed to grasp. His unwavering faith mirrored the fierce intensity she felt deep down.

She would become the dragon he had envisioned, wielding her power with grace and purpose. And as her strength grew, so did her influence, conquering hearts and minds, inspiring others to embrace their own potential. The blue dragon within her dreams may be a sign or perhaps some sort of beacon of what laid within her. Whatever it was. It was beautiful to her and encouraged her with each encounter.

Who wouldn't feel powerful as they stood before just a majestic beast.

Nonetheless the beast evidently took its leave. Taking off into the sky of her dreams once more to disappear into the depths of the unknown. As the length of tail coiled about like a strike of blue lightning that threatened to overtake the dark sky within her dream, a loud echo would jolt her from her sleep.

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Amelia awoke abruptly as the first light of dawn illuminated her modest camp. Although the soft colors of the sunrise were breathtaking, she immediately recognized the gravity of the situation unfolding around her.

It appeared that bandits were attempting to pillage her camp, but they swiftly realized that the Ushitora possessed few possessions of value. The fur bedroll and another bag contained all she truly needed. It was unnecessary to burden herself with superfluous items.

Remaining motionless, Amelia assessed the situation keenly. She was acutely aware that any sudden movement on her part would attract the bandits' attention, potentially endangering her safety. Thus, it was imperative to gather information about her adversaries before taking action.

Observing them scurry about, Amelia discerned that there were three bandits in total. Their physical presence did not instill fear, and they seemed to lack significant weaponry. This explained why they chose to ambush her during her period of rest.

They would soon regret their ill-fated decision.

Amelia's body tensed as one of the bandits approached her bag, containing her cherished quipao and a priceless hairpin. These were possessions she could not fathom losing so easily.

With precision, she brushed her hand against the ground, feeling the rough texture of a sizable rock. Clutching it firmly, Amelia rose from the furs, fixing her narrowed eyes on the bandit daring to approach her bag. Her jaw tightened with anger as she swung her hand back to throw the rock, striking him directly on the temple with the rock.

A sickening thud echoed through the air as the bandit gazed around in bewilderment and surprise. He instinctively touched the spot where the rock had made contact, now stained with trickling blood. "Why, you!" he growled, charging towards Amelia, completely disregarding the pack that had initially piqued their interest.

The other two bandits quickly realized the shift in dynamics. One of them laughed at his comrade's misfortune, and they both converged to surround the Ushitora Princess.

Amelia swiftly rolled off her bedroll and regained her footing just as one of the bandits lunged at her, narrowly avoiding his grasping hands, which threatened to seize her by the hair.

As the situation escalated, events unfolded rapidly. The remaining two individuals observing, wearing smirks on their unclean faces, as the injured bandit struggled to retrieve an item from his belt. His hands frantically searching for a tool or weapon to employ.

His visage contorted with relief when he successfully withdrew a small silver blade.

Amelia remained unfazed; neither amused nor panicked by the sight of the weapon, unlike most ordinary women. She raised her hands in preparedness.

The bandit lunged forward, extending his dominant hand, aiming to slash at her with the blade. Swiftly sidestepping, Amelia skillfully brought her elbow down onto the back of the assailant, leveraging his own momentum against him. He hurtled forward, stumbling and eventually collapsing to the ground, emitting a groan as he hit the floor. It became evident that the bandit had fallen onto his own blade, rendering him incapacitated.

The expressions of the two remaining bandits swiftly transformed. A hint of fear crept across their faces as they gradually realized that their situation was not as straightforward as they had initially assumed. "Wait... Look at those horns-" one of them muttered, his gaze fixated on Amelia's twisted horns as if only just recognizing their presence.

However, their newfound realization held no significance. Regardless, they were destined to fail.

Regaining their composure, the two bandits advanced, determined to ambush her.

The two assailants launched an attack in unison, attempting to strike with blows that were either defended against or evaded for the majority of the altercation.

Amelia grimaced under the force of their strikes, although she knew that neither of the attackers possessed considerable strength compared to Ushitora. She was fully aware that she could swiftly defeat them, and therefore saw no reason to prolong the fight.

The Princess tightly clenched her fists as she deftly maneuvered around their strikes, skillfully evading their attacks and building momentum for her own counter-attack. She could feel her weight shifting in the dirt as Amelia extended a fist enveloped in a crackling blue electrical aura.

The targeted bandit was caught off guard by this unexpected move. His eyes widened as he witnessed the ethereal lightning dancing around Amelia's fist, leaving him no time to evade before it made forceful contact with his sternum.

A sharp crackle resonated, possibly caused by the impact of the lightning or the shattering of the man's sternum under the weight behind Amelia's blow, or perhaps both.

The bandit crumpled to the ground, his body convulsing from the electric shocks coursing through him. Rendered immobile in a highly vulnerable position, Amelia swiftly landed a kick to his face.

At that moment, the other bandit seized the opportunity to approach Amelia from behind, attempting to restrain her arms against her chest. Amelia understood the urgency of the situation and swiftly grabbed hold of the assailant's arms, using them to propel herself forward. She deftly flipped him over onto the ground in front of her.

The impact of the fall knocked the wind out of the bandit, who struggled to regain his breath as he scrambled to get back on his feet. Choking harshly, he uttered, "Damn it," while wiping the back of his hand against his mouth, before assuming a defensive stance with both hands raised to his face.

I have reached my limit with this situation," Amelia stated firmly, as frustration started to build inside her. She adjusted her position on the ground, anticipating the final assailant's punch. However, before he could even thrust his fist forward, Amelia swiftly brought down her foot.

The bandit's face registered shock as the ground beneath him began to shake. A powerful tremor spread from the point of impact, causing the earth to quake. The force was significant, propelling the bandit into the air for a considerable distance.

It was clear that the bandit would not be able to recover anytime soon after hitting the ground so forcefully.

However, despite successfully executing her plan, Amelia's camp now lay in disarray. She could not find any sense of triumph in this outcome.

With a sense of resignation, Amelia gathered her belongings and left the bandits where they lay. It was clear that they possessed nothing of value and were simply a waste of her time.

However, this encounter served as a signal for Amelia to move on. As she bent down to retrieve her bedroll, a spear narrowly missed her head, causing a strand of her hair to fall to the ground. Her anger flared as she swiftly evaded another attack. "You will regret that," she vowed through gritted teeth. Standing before her was a formidable man wielding a spear, surprising in his ability to sneak up on her despite his imposing stature.

The man stood at a height of 6 feet and had a robust build. Amelia observed as he glanced disinterestedly at his fallen comrades, clearly unamused by the outcome. She threw a punch at him, only to be met with disappointment when it had no effect. The force of the blow caused her to grunt as the man remained unfazed. Amelia attempted another punch, but he effortlessly caught her fist with his large hand and pulled her towards him, causing her to lose her footing and stumble.

Quickly recovering, Amelia swiftly rolled to her feet and deftly dodged to the right as the man thrust his spear at her once again. This time, the spearhead buried itself into the dirt.

Amelia's anger surged within her as she struggled to maintain control. Recognizing her opponent's vulnerability, she delivered a series of kicks and blows, although they lacked the necessary power to incapacitate him.

Both parties grew increasingly impatient, and the man, with his imposing build, responded with a disrespectful backhand across Amelia's face. She tasted blood, feeling the unmistakable sensation of her lip and possibly her tongue being wounded. Amelia found it highly displeasing to have been struck in such a manner.

Seizing a handful of her hair, he forcefully lifted Amelia to her feet while retrieving his spear from the ground. Despite the pain she endured, Amelia gritted her teeth, clearly displaying her dissatisfaction. With a trickle of blood staining her chin, she watched as the man positioned for a potential fatal blow, ready to impale her with the spear.

This blow surely had the potential to end her.

Amelia knew that her next move had to be executed with perfect timing. Taking a deep breath, she gradually regained control over her adrenaline-fueled racing heart. Her focus sharpened, and she sensed a newfound power within her. As the tank lunged forward to thrust the spear, Amelia swiftly countered by forcefully striking her forearm against its side, successfully diverting it from its intended target. Although she sustained a mere scratch on her side, she noticed a surge of blue energy accompanying the strike. Lightning danced from the spear's head up its handle, astonishing both Amelia and her opponent.

Caught off guard, the tank released his hold on Amelia and dropped the Ushitora Princess and the spear. Collapsing onto her knees, Amelia's eyes darted wildy, fixating on the ground. She instinctively raised her arms overhead and searched for that same surge of energy she had felt before. The sensation seemed different from the first lightning attack, distinct in nature.

With a yell, Amelia brought her arms down to the ground from her kneeling position, feeling the powerful rush of energy coursing through her body. It crackled and raced to her arms, intertwining with blue sparks before making contact with the floor. The impact caused an explosive release of energy, creating a wave of electricity that emanated from around her.

Caught in the onslaught of lightning, the tank let out a howl of pain, paralyzed in place as the repetitive electrocution caused his blood vessels to burst.

At that moment, Amelia discovered the secret to mastering the Blue Oni technique. -exit on mission completion-

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