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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Tatsuya spun his staff to create swirling vortexes of air to disorient the creature, making it difficult for it to land accurate strikes, even as he danced around the fists and through the tempest he created. It was a difficult feat, but he pressed on, using the currents to create shields to de...
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
A frenzied horde of writhing vines sprouted from the ground to lash out at Tatsuya, attempting to hinder his progress toward Zoel, and it was only his passive ability kicking in immediately that prevented him from becoming entangled; his initial cautiousness was replaced by a fierce concentration o...
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
After cleaning themselves up sufficiently, the two emerged from the stream. Farah sat on a moss-covered rock beside her neatly folded clothes and lids shut while, a few feet away, Tatsuya— damp hair hung loosely over his forehead—sat on the grass with his legs stretched out. Although he mirrore...
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The suddenness of the attack caught everyone off guard, especially Leia, as she was knocked back with a cry and a spray of blood. The lightning elemental landed hard but wasn't down for long and smoothly rolled to her feet, futilely wiping at her lips with the back of her hand while glaring at t...
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Despite what most would think, considering all he had done, Tatsuya took no special pleasure in murder. Yes, it was (in some way) a form of control, having power over someone, and a part of him liked feeling powerful. On some days, he would even go as far as saying he enjoyed it, enjoyed being the o...
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Tatsuya was sure they didn't know he was an air elemental as his eyes had been hidden from view—not to mention the hood of his cloak and bandages prevented much of his features from being seen—and so, as the stocky guard’s hands wrapped around one bag of cowries (amidst the many he carried...
CHAPTER TWELVE
The vault door was made of solid iron, with intricate patterns etched into the metal, and it loomed like a great beast ready to devour. Hands shaking with nerves, Tatsuya took a deep breath as he stepped forward, mindful of his dwindling window of opportunity, and studied the door carefully. Althoug...
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Tatsuya had always been a hard worker but had never considered himself lucky. He was the type of person who believed in putting in the effort to achieve his goals, and though things never (easily) went his way, he felt it was better than relying on chance or fate. However, there were times when thin...
CHAPTER TEN
In an ideal world, for this type of quest, Tatsuya would have all the time in the world to prepare as he would need it; he would study the place the target was stored and figure out the routine of the guards, if any, and their weaknesses, and strengths. He would wait until he was comfortable with t...
CHAPTER NINE
Tatsuya was snapped from his thoughts by a knock on his room door, and wondering if it was either of the twins seeking forgiveness for Finn’s reaction or Sif with his breakfast, he took a moment to regain his composure, clearing his throat and smoothing down his clothes. If it was the former, or e...
CHAPTER THREE
Seated on a bedroll under the open sky, in nothing but tattered shorts and bandages, Tatsuya stared unblinkingly at the dry woods and leaves crackling away in the fire, his mind slowly coming to terms with the previous night's events. Even the smell of cooking meat and spices—mingling with th...
CHAPTER TWO
Instincts born from years spent living in danger made Tatsuya’s sudden awareness, as he woke up nude and lying twisted like a cut marionette on an incline, an unpleasant experience—that, and he found himself enveloped on all sides by things that, with each bodily twitch, squished, cushioned, and...
CHAPTER ONE
Countless hours had been spent studying his movements, analysing his patterns, and trying to predict where he might go next—and that frustration showed now in the way hurried footsteps dogged his, hardened leather soles tapping their frenzied dance against the stone-laid streets of the village, Ra...
CHAPTER EIGHT
Everything was too warm. Tatsuya clawed at the barrier surrounding him, but his hands stuck to it, suddenly tangled and trapped. He couldn’t breathe. No matter where he shifted or kicked, something was tightening around his legs, pulling taut against his face. A tearing sound and the whisper of co...
CHAPTER SEVEN
Elmwood, a motley assortment of buildings (loosely fenced in and patrolled by a militia), waved out a late-night welcome to the exhausted Wind Blades from behind some rushes lining a bank to their left—and, under the cover of darkness, the moon hidden by thick clouds, not a whisper of their draggi...
CHAPTER SIX
Tatsuya had always been fascinated by storms: the way the sky turned dark and ominous, the sounds of thunder, flashes of lightning, and the rush of turbulent winds. Now, pulled off his feet as he was and tossed into the air (before he could even think of a way to escape), that fascination was repla...
CHAPTER FIVE
The Wind Blades had decided, somewhen in the night and without Tatsuya’s input, to depart before the first rays of the morning sun made an appearance—and so, after a short breakfast (a day-old bread and cheese), all signs of the camp was erased; the tents were dismantled and packed away, the la...
CHAPTER FOUR
The silence was long and deafening, a heavy stillness hanging in the air—as if the normal breeze had taken a leave of absence. Despite his assumptions, Jao ended up remaining quiet, and though Tatsuya quickly found his patience wearing thin, he dared not open his mouth and break the silence yet. H...
