Post by TakaruMatsui on Oct 18, 2024 22:37:00 GMT -5
Scattered across the night were the distant lights of London, glittering across the blackened ground. The stars looked down from above, and in the dim light of the room sat the Red Slayer. Takaru Matsui looked up slowly, and he cut a few leaves away from the diminutive tree that rose from the pot before him. He cut away a few more thin branches, and turned it as he glanced away.
‘I am tired. For a long time I was afraid of what I had been, of what I had been becoming, and then I embraced it. I became like that person again, I gave into my anger, into my pride. There was no turning back, there was only chaos.’
He studied the plant with dark eyes, and then he looked over to where an ornate green lacquered mask hung on the wall. It was the face of an Oni, through the cracks and breaks of the finely carved wood someone had melted gold. Takaru frowned at it, and then he rose to walk across the room to stare at it.
‘This mask belonged to my father, it should have been passed to my brother, but now it is mine. It represents the darkness in my family, the legacy of the Matsui name. The lust for power and violence, and I tried to walk away from that.’
A hand lifted.
‘But it is a part of me. And after Bloodied Fox left me laid out inside the ring? I knew thatI had fallen from my ideals, that I had given into that legacy. But I also knew that it was not too late, I could change. My fate was not etched in stone.
You see this mask has been made more beautiful for its flaws, all of its broken pieces and weaknesses marked forever in gold. I see what my greatest enemy was trying to tell me so long ago, you see he may be a mad man, he might be a devil.
But he has the soul of a poet, he has the mind of a priest.’
Takaru turned away, and he studied the little bonsai trees on the shelves below the mask. And he would pause every so often, cutting and pruning them before he shrugged.
‘Between him and Bloodied Fox I saw the truth, I do not need to be the man of constant honor, I do not need to be the Oni. I can be between these two things, I can be both sides of my nature and neither. And so I am ready to return, and at the Battle of Britain?
I will show the WUK that the Red Slayer walks among them once more. And in the heat of battle, in the heart of chaos? I will reforge my destiny, I will become what I was meant to be!’
He smiled.
‘That man is the WUK Heavyweight Champion.’
‘I am tired. For a long time I was afraid of what I had been, of what I had been becoming, and then I embraced it. I became like that person again, I gave into my anger, into my pride. There was no turning back, there was only chaos.’
He studied the plant with dark eyes, and then he looked over to where an ornate green lacquered mask hung on the wall. It was the face of an Oni, through the cracks and breaks of the finely carved wood someone had melted gold. Takaru frowned at it, and then he rose to walk across the room to stare at it.
‘This mask belonged to my father, it should have been passed to my brother, but now it is mine. It represents the darkness in my family, the legacy of the Matsui name. The lust for power and violence, and I tried to walk away from that.’
A hand lifted.
‘But it is a part of me. And after Bloodied Fox left me laid out inside the ring? I knew thatI had fallen from my ideals, that I had given into that legacy. But I also knew that it was not too late, I could change. My fate was not etched in stone.
You see this mask has been made more beautiful for its flaws, all of its broken pieces and weaknesses marked forever in gold. I see what my greatest enemy was trying to tell me so long ago, you see he may be a mad man, he might be a devil.
But he has the soul of a poet, he has the mind of a priest.’
Takaru turned away, and he studied the little bonsai trees on the shelves below the mask. And he would pause every so often, cutting and pruning them before he shrugged.
‘Between him and Bloodied Fox I saw the truth, I do not need to be the man of constant honor, I do not need to be the Oni. I can be between these two things, I can be both sides of my nature and neither. And so I am ready to return, and at the Battle of Britain?
I will show the WUK that the Red Slayer walks among them once more. And in the heat of battle, in the heart of chaos? I will reforge my destiny, I will become what I was meant to be!’
He smiled.
‘That man is the WUK Heavyweight Champion.’
