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Yokomota sighs heavily as he looks down at the ground his whole body being upside down and floating against an old burned wall. Oh how he hated how it had to come to such things but perhaps there could be a way to change the situation so that he could appease both gods. He knew his soul manipulation would be able to purify the souls of everything on the face of the planet the problem was doing it in such a way that he wouldn't have to kill everyone. If only he could just make it so everything could absorb him. That way he could touch people's souls and not kill them. His deep thought having made him lose concentration Yokomota falls suddenly landing on his head with a smart THWAP! He waits for his eyes to clear from the sudden explosion of stars before his lips suddenly curl into a smile.
There was a way but doubtless either god would like it as it would require something from both of them in order to work. However on the upside it would mean he could keep everything alive and just remove the corruption and convoluted black of the negativity in everything to make everything once again as pure as the day it was placed on this world. There still remains the problem of aquiring what he needs to do such a thing though. For in order to make his idea work he would need to borrow the armor of a god as well as find an exponintially large supply of magical power to create the nesaccary energy for such a transformation.
The armor well he knew that Cyric had some on from he first met him but the energy he had only felt once and the result of touching it had made him nearly lose his mind with regret and remorse. No doubt Cyric would also have such energy but his was a cruel sadistic energy and the energy needed would have to pure even if there was venom and hatred behind it. Now if only he could figure out how to get Cyric to come and lend him a piece of his armor. Then again how could he ever get the goddess of death to kiss him again seeing as she now knows that it doesn't work as it should on him. Oh the irony of it all but meh who cares Yokomota figured if the gods wanted something from him they would have to come themselves for he wasn't about to let some fool hardy mortal make demandsof him. This being said Yokomota lets his essence reach out and touch all of the plants in the overrun city draining their life away as he then uses the enregy to summon thirty blood golems.
Yokomota steadies himself from the sudden lose of energy even as his body heals the golems surround him every pair of two golems would fight with a different fighting style however four of the golems remained in a neutral almost relaxed stance waiting for that is how Sumito would always begin the fight. Yokomota closes his eyes his focus and mind sharpening as he begins to spar and fight off the golems he had made while at the same time giving everything he had against the ones using sumito. It is then that he takes the last leap from taught martial arts to the final step by blending everything he knew combining even sumito with some of the others creating an elegant display of fast moving limbs and perfectly sculpted muscles lashing out and back in hitting and defending as he takes and makes the last three steps that had long been forgotten by many a teacher and that could only be learned if one were smart enough to figure out how to break the laws of physics and travel through time and space all at once. Light was the key and it had given his father the ability to send him back into time to leave his son to learn before taking his son to this retched time period and leaving him here. Yokomota had only begun to manipulate time and space when he had killed his father and mother thus he was never able to stay in the time period they were in but was instead dragged back here to this planet and time of young gods. For even though he was the son of a god he did not have the infinite energy to maintain such a break in the universe so he continues on here with Cyric while practicing and continuing to develope his own arts the 98th 99th and 100th steps flowing through Yokomota as though he were dancing with his feet while maintaining and absurd speed of hits and block with his hands for though he could redirect the momentum he liked to every now and then feel the nice thud of bone on bone.
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These are my calling cards Pain and Anguish I am the darkness in the light that brings death on its wings as the trumpets sound.
I am war.
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