As the chilling winter breeze would begin to thicken a swift cloud of white smoke would appear as a seemingly young man to some however, perhaps even considered a young boy to other would let out a sigh of relief? Boredom? Or perhaps simply hating his life still upon this earth or rather earthland as many glad it within this era…This breath wasn’t from that of a cigarette but rather simply from that of the winter air that was surrounding the world as it once again began that time of year of snow filled days and nights rolling into that time of spring however this time would be showing a rather slight delay of its arrival as mother nature as finally begun to take its toll from the various toxins and chemicals and damage that humanity as put it through. Therefore, as he would slightly gaze upon the sky as it would seemingly begin to fill with little white speckle’s of frozen water that had yet to harden into that of small orbs of hail he would somehow put a devilish smile upon his face for this was going to be one of his perhaps many days within a new found home, however, where this would be is a mystery to many and perhaps even a legend to even more. As the ancient being would gaze upon this wonderland to some his memories would serve him a rather different way for as ever little trickle of snow flurries would begin to fall closer and closer upon the land he would stand upon he would find himself drifting off into thought as the memory of ashes would arrive from his subconscious…
With a slight drift of attention though not something that would truly but the elder at risk for the wisdom he carried was that not to be taken lightly as even within this seemingly lucid state he would have full awareness of his surrounding and wouldn’t let his guard down allowing him to sense any nearby magic that would wish to pop up, the ashes would rain down upon him slowly but surely enough turning his once pale white hair into that of the aged veteran that he would easily be considered as he would look upon the wrecked land that he once called a battlefield it would bring a sense of accomplishment yet would bring a scowl upon his face for truly it would seem that no one truly would be able to stop him no one would be able to find themselves standing within his path for it was merely a path of balance and order truly not caring which alignment he would be classified within he simply found himself always on the winning side upon the front lines paving the way for their success and glory…
However, upon that battle field would have been a boy that would truly change his world and lead it down a rather interesting and elongated path that would seemingly now have become full circle as the mysterious building would slowly being to come back within realities view and it would be that the guildhall of Erebus Crown home of one of the only people to have ever see the full wrath of that known as the King of Heroes and walk away with his life still intact, thus after hearing of his reappearance after an absence for three years naturally the ancient would once again become interested within what this boy had been up to within this time and had is power continued to develop or had he finally lost sight of it and once again became simply another mere human roaming these lands worthless with no sense or purpose for existence…
Though truly this wouldn’t have mattered for simply he was there to make this place his new home for the balance within this world was once again swaying and he would need to join this guild in place of his own to once again restore balance, thus without another moments thought he would have begun approaching the guildhalls door and would swiftly find himself speaking with the guards within the front with ease as the devilish smirk would have remained upon his face until it would have been able to be seen by someone within the guild this would have meant anyone at all that would have looked within his direction wouldn’t have caught the glimpse of this smirk but rather a stern face showing that of no emotion or compassion or fear for the devils that would have found themselves residing within this asylum would be the word that would first pop within the man’s head though truly having no time to find himself trapped within the atmosphere he would have wasted no time speaking his first words…
“So this is the infamous guild known as Erebus Crown I wish to speak with the man within this place known as Norou Shikage, The Black King...”
As the sentence would exit his mouth a sigh would have left his mouth what a rather cliché name, however, it did mean he had earned some degree of respect within this world as he would have strived throughout it and thus kept the ancients attention for the time being… however, truly how long would this last and would this travel truly have been worth it? This all would depend on how this youngster would have responded to being summoned for an audience… though this would have been when the ancient would have remembered his manners and before the guards could get possible one of the oldest lines within a lackey’s notebook and would proceed to explain who he was...
“Oh and before you ask the man asking for his attention is Eiyū, The King of Heroes... and don’t let my appearance fool you are you shall be my first example of what happens to the fools within this world who stand within my way.”
With this the stern face he was making would have shot a rather demonic aura within the air as he would see a bead of sweat appear upon the brow of the guards making him slightly smirk as he would away for one of them to finally turn around and relay his message without any further delay…
With a slight drift of attention though not something that would truly but the elder at risk for the wisdom he carried was that not to be taken lightly as even within this seemingly lucid state he would have full awareness of his surrounding and wouldn’t let his guard down allowing him to sense any nearby magic that would wish to pop up, the ashes would rain down upon him slowly but surely enough turning his once pale white hair into that of the aged veteran that he would easily be considered as he would look upon the wrecked land that he once called a battlefield it would bring a sense of accomplishment yet would bring a scowl upon his face for truly it would seem that no one truly would be able to stop him no one would be able to find themselves standing within his path for it was merely a path of balance and order truly not caring which alignment he would be classified within he simply found himself always on the winning side upon the front lines paving the way for their success and glory…
However, upon that battle field would have been a boy that would truly change his world and lead it down a rather interesting and elongated path that would seemingly now have become full circle as the mysterious building would slowly being to come back within realities view and it would be that the guildhall of Erebus Crown home of one of the only people to have ever see the full wrath of that known as the King of Heroes and walk away with his life still intact, thus after hearing of his reappearance after an absence for three years naturally the ancient would once again become interested within what this boy had been up to within this time and had is power continued to develop or had he finally lost sight of it and once again became simply another mere human roaming these lands worthless with no sense or purpose for existence…
Though truly this wouldn’t have mattered for simply he was there to make this place his new home for the balance within this world was once again swaying and he would need to join this guild in place of his own to once again restore balance, thus without another moments thought he would have begun approaching the guildhalls door and would swiftly find himself speaking with the guards within the front with ease as the devilish smirk would have remained upon his face until it would have been able to be seen by someone within the guild this would have meant anyone at all that would have looked within his direction wouldn’t have caught the glimpse of this smirk but rather a stern face showing that of no emotion or compassion or fear for the devils that would have found themselves residing within this asylum would be the word that would first pop within the man’s head though truly having no time to find himself trapped within the atmosphere he would have wasted no time speaking his first words…
“So this is the infamous guild known as Erebus Crown I wish to speak with the man within this place known as Norou Shikage, The Black King...”
As the sentence would exit his mouth a sigh would have left his mouth what a rather cliché name, however, it did mean he had earned some degree of respect within this world as he would have strived throughout it and thus kept the ancients attention for the time being… however, truly how long would this last and would this travel truly have been worth it? This all would depend on how this youngster would have responded to being summoned for an audience… though this would have been when the ancient would have remembered his manners and before the guards could get possible one of the oldest lines within a lackey’s notebook and would proceed to explain who he was...
“Oh and before you ask the man asking for his attention is Eiyū, The King of Heroes... and don’t let my appearance fool you are you shall be my first example of what happens to the fools within this world who stand within my way.”
With this the stern face he was making would have shot a rather demonic aura within the air as he would see a bead of sweat appear upon the brow of the guards making him slightly smirk as he would away for one of them to finally turn around and relay his message without any further delay…
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