A Light in the Dark [Seika]Mar 14, 2024 12:53:29 GMT -5
Seika Nakajima
Everything burns.
groupMissing-Nin
age 30 years old
birthday June 10th
rank Elite Jounin
occupation Psycho Fire Lady
"As you will it, Shinnyoha.” The man said, standing to his feet as he finally, properly recognized Mori’s presence. There was a hint of jealousy to his gaze as she looked the taller, scholarly man over, but it was only a hint, and one soon replaced with the soft glow of subservience as he gestured for the pair of them to follow. That the man’s display of defiance went ignored was neither a coincidence nor a mistake; he was one of hers now. Small spurts of defiance were to be expected in one so freshly initiated, no matter how influential his position was to be. Still, Seika made note of the incident, her amber-gold eyes lingering on the former Kumo-nin’s back as she followed him and her loyal sailor out of the room and down to the main deck. A large crowd had gathered in the center, forming a wide circle around what appeared to be some kind of metal effigy. It wasn’t until the trio got closer, however, that the truth was revealed; though crudely made, the structure in the center was in fact a pyre, and on it lay the old man from the fishing boat that had ferried Mori to the Iron Moon. The men and women who stood around the pyre hushed at Seika’s approach, many kneeling in reverence, while others merely lowered their gaze, stepping aside to allow them through. None dared look her way though, not even their guide, who broke off to join the crowd once they had breached the center of circle, leaving her and Mori relatively alone with the old man, who was strapped to the scaffolding of the pyre by several lines of thick, metal wire that dug into his skin. "My children!” Seika said, her voice rising above the din of the sea as she turned in a full circle, looking at the gathered crowd while she spoke, seemingly addressing everyone there and no one, all at once. "Today is an auspicious day. Today, we celebrate the coronation of our Hikari Yogensha- the Prophet who shall share with you the glorious truth of our cause.” She gestured to Mori then, the crowd's eyes all shifting to focus on the man, that same flash of jealousy and subservience flowing through their collective gazes. "But first, he must prove his loyalty, to all here, just as each and every one of you has.” Her voice echoed across the water then, leaving a deathly silence to hang over the ship as she pivoted on one foot, pointing towards the old man with a cruel, knowing smile. Despite all she had said, all the schemes she had woven, it was here where she shone brightest, here where the true power of the NIsshoku was laid bare. "This one has declared his refusal to join our cause. He has rejected the light of your Shinnyoha- but his life will not be ended in vain.” "Kill him, Shindera-san. Slit his throat, and when the last drop of his lifeblood is spilled, I shall burn his corpse into the ash that shall brand the mark of the Nisshoku onto your skin.” She paused then, allowing the man a moment to contemplate what it was he was being asked to do- the weight of it, the power behind the act, the truth of what this would mean. The old man was an innocent, someone who had simply been in the right place at the wrong time, one who had chosen to help a stranger who needed it. To kill him here, and now, on nothing but her orders… there was no greater sign of loyalty than that. "Kill him, and take your place, my Yogensha.”Shindera Mori
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