Shattering Humanity-Chapter 414: In Ioûnn’s Honor

’The ancient Tao cultivators were subtle and mysterious.

They were of immeasurable profundity.

Because they were too subtle to be known, so reluctantly they were being described as follow:

Cautious, as if crossing an icy river.

Hesitant, as if fearful of the surroundings.

Reverent, like an honorable guest.

Dispersed, like winter ice began to melt in spring.

Simple and sincere, like a genuine virgin.

Open-minded, like an empty valley.

Harmonized, like the turbid water.

How can one turn the turbid water into clarity?

A person of Tao would maintain peace in order to achieve pureness of the mind.

And therefore shall not be disturbed by the worldly desires.

After achieving pureness of the mind, how can one let it be everlasting?

A person of Tao would unify and harmonize himself with all beings which shall lead to eternity.

Those who abide by this Tao will not indulge themselves in the desire of greed.

It is because of this humbleness that enables one to embrace the original "Oneness," the Great Tao.’ -Tao Te Chang Chapter 15

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[Sanpaku’s Demon District]

SeiõrSnow continues to fall from the partly cloudy, afternoon sky. Within the Izanami controlled area of the +150mi² Kami Island, there is a cul-de-sac containing 8 multi-story houses.

Standing in the middle of the community roundabout, are Itsuka, with a set of upgraded SunSwords along with elegant Zoram and her special magical SeiõrSilkSleeves equipped.she is working on a familiar looking, shiny Seiõr Technique.

The Izanami Vice Captain is staring off in the East direction where the rest of Takamagahara is working their hardest, defending their shores.

Behind Itsuka, the most trained Völva of the group tries to comfort her mentally distressed ally while keeping her concentration on the bright SeiõrStar floating above her left palm. Using her right hand to contort, grow, and shape the protective technique.

Zoram: "I really do appreciate you coming her to help defend the civilians, daughter of Ioûnn.

With this, I’ll be able to create a protective dome over these people in the emergency homes, but if someone as strong as that DæMon woman comes here to cause trouble. She’ll know our position with her Nye-omnipotency..."

From the second story window to one of the homes, Princess Rebekah is looking out at her adopted mother standing with the tan, well built, and tall defender.

The adorable little girl is taking a short break from helping the multiple people in need of help.

She has a serving tray half full of finger sandwiches, and she takes a moment to breathe before leaving the room. Out to the sounds of muttering and murmuring.

Soft, ambient house music is playing as if it is a party.

Princess Rebekah: "Is everyone comfortable?!

Anyone let me know if you need anything!"

Back outside, Zoram finishes her Seiõr project. It is noticably smaller than the version MamMon used to cover up Erebus City.

Zoram: "...And I’m not completely confident in my strength with this technique. So she might be able to break through with her outrageous physical power.

That’s why...

Th--Thank you..."

Taking her own deep breath, Itsuka changes her disappointed face into a smile before turning to face Zoram.

Itsuka: "It’s no problem, Miss Zoram.

Since the rest of the group and their eye abilities are needed at the shore to prevent that woman and her military from invading. My eye ability is basically...’useless’ in those types situations."

Once again exhibiting doubt in herself, even after Saku’s pep talk, Itsuka looks down at the asphalt beneath her feet, and puts a hand softly over her right IceEye.

Itsuka: "My symbiotic ability is only useful to spy on people and my reflection can’t travel across water."

Zoram: "But can’t water create a reflection, dear?"

Itsuka(nods): "Yea, but it’s not a solid reflection like a mirror or shiny surface.

Believe me, when I had attempted earlier, I was just as surprised. I’ve only been using mirrors on this island, so when my reflection started to feel pain as she...(I?) touched the reflective water it passed on to me."

Zoram: "And that is the reason you were sent here to help me defend..."

Zoram feels empathy for her helpful source of defense, protecting not only everyone in the homes but also her adopted daughter.

With the SeiõrStar still suspended above her palm, the Middle Eastern woman calmly lifts her hand up, and the SeiõrStar floats up higher.

Keeping her hand open and above her head, Zoram smiles as she is watching her successful Seiõr Technique floating up, directly above her.

Zoram: "Well, um...

Since you are the daughter to one of, if not the most prolific and revolutionary Völvas..."

The acknowledgement to her own mother’s greatness makes Itsuka blush. Her heterospecies ocular sensors look at the wise, beautiful, multiple century old woman. She then looks up in the sky as the SeiõrStar has gone a few yards higher than each house in the cul-de-sac.

Zoram: "...Mr. Daisuki’s first three wives, Drakania, and Princess Rebekah are busy catering the civilians. Keeping them busy and calm.

While we have this private time together, and since I’ve been busy helping the others this past month, why don’t I teach you more about the few advanced techniques I know?"

Now the blushing, smiling tutor clenches her raised, SeiõrSilkSleeved hand, making the bright light above BURST, like a blown lightbulb.

In the air, from where the ’star’ of protective Seiõr had popped, a translucent dome starts growing over the surrounding area.

Zoram: "...If you’d be willing to accept someone like myself as your advanced tutor, I’d be honored to take the role and offer you everything I know.

Because Madame Laban isn’t mutually acknowledged, I haven’t been able to completely pass on the little advanced knowledge I learned from my original caregivers."

About 50 yards separates the back of the homes and where the base of the SeiõrStar upside-down bowl lands.

Once finished, just like from outside Erebus City, the protected cul-de-sac has been replaced by the sight of a grassy field. SeiõrSnow still penetrates the now completely invisible covering.

Zoram lowers her closed hand, resting her left fist over her heart. While smiling and blushing at each other, the two outrageously gorgeous woman EyeEngage with their alien symbiotes.

Zoram: "I’m sure, once I explain to you how and where to channel your Seiõr for each technique, your mother’s blood will take over."

As smiling Itsuka chuckles, she tilts her head. It makes the beautiful vice-captain’s platinum, spiral pigtailed hair bob slightly up and down.

Itsuka: "My mother would feel humbled by your comments, Miss Zoram."

She flexes her stomach and gives herself one hard, ineffective gutshot.

Itsuka: "Growing up, I never got the feeling of her being magical in the slightest. She always taught me to work hard on my body and my mind, but it was just to protect myself and keep my grades up...

...I thought..."

In her head, Itsuka can hear the happy, encouraging, and influential voice of her deceased mother.

Ioûnn: "You know what day it is, Itsuka!?"

12 Y/O Itsuka: "It’s leg day, Mama!!!"

After the quick reminiscing, Itsuka activates her own crystal purple SoulSeiõrShield.

Itsuka: "In the honor of my mother, please teach me as much as you possibly know, Miss Zoram.

If everyone else is off fighting, getting stronger through today’s sea battle, I’ll get stronger for our already planned fight with MamMon DæMon and her group tomorrow!"

Zoram nods back.

Zoram: "Hopefully, after learning how to control Seiõr through more techniques, you might be able to pace your SoulSeiõrShield a little better too, hehe."

[South Kami Island]

MamMon DæMon: "I said, ’If you managed to push me off that ledge or force me to retake any more ground than what was under my toes, I would submit to your leadership and release your bubble friend’."

Grabbing his wrist, MamMon brings his hand up slowly. Vegetius’ SoulSeiõrShield flickers and the surrounding area becomes mildly distorted.

MamMon DæMon: "And from where I’m standing..."

She deactivates her SanguineSoulSeiõrShield first, completely changing the surrounding scenery back to the Southern ledge of Kami Island.

It’s as if the physical bodies of MamMon DæMon and Vegetius hadn’t moved anymore in their duration within the Mindscape after their initial connection.

As proof, Vegetius’ facemask is still over the male soldier’s nose and mouth, like he hadn’t taken it off at all. The damage to his face and eye is also gone.

The urbane woman with the strength of over 100 men uses her left hand to pull in the off guard fighter.

As if he were weightless, the blonde DæMon has the half conscious man held over the edge by his wrist, dangling him above the sure death waters.

MamMon DæMon: "... You’ll never win at this game, Boy.

So I might as well give you a few more trials, ’Hercules’.

Because you got nothing better to do while your ’Goddess’ fights Skalmönd."

Opening his eye, the weakened, invading soldier Vegetius looks at the woman with complete decision on him living and dying.

His mouth being covered out of the Mindscape, manages to push out a response.

Vegetius: "Do I... gadda...option?"

Smirking MamMon looks back with her devilish blue stare.

MamMon DæMon: "Once I leave you alone here, I want you to head Southeast.

You are well aware of the two larger cities that were on the eastern and western coasts of this body of land.

However, after traveling to where Roronora City once stood, you will see the destructive force that is capable by the group of individuals your Sheriff is up against."

The coordinating DæMon carelessly tosses her prey back onto the safe land and he lands on his back.

MamMon DæMon: "Mindscapes serve as an arena for Seiõr users with world destroying strength, as a way to protect the humans who produce SanguineSeiõr from being collateral damage. Physical damage carries over from Mindscapes in the form of mental and physical fatigue. So depending on the severity of one’s injuries received, the injured person can go brain dead in this reality if they perish within a Mindscape."

A glowing SeiõrSuppliment bounces off Vegetius’ bullet proof vested chest and lands in his lap. The confused man looks up at MamMon, her toes still the only body part keeping her on the ledge.

MamMon DæMon: "That glowing little bean will heal all your fatigue from our ’fight’, and then some.

You’ll feel better than ever.

Or don’t take it, I don’t really care."

Vegetius carefully pinches the singular green glowing Lima bean with his fingers. Examining both sides of the mystical source of healing and energy.

Vegetius looks back up at MamMon, still standing, waiting for the skeptical man to make a decision.

After one hesitant pause, the mentally and physically exhausted soldier consumes the gifted SeiõrSuppliment. MamMon smiles as she confirms her gained trust from the one of the enemy troops.

MamMon DæMon(thinking): *That’s right, little lamb. You may stick to your guns and say you will always stand by that pink 2nd Generation, but once I have shown enough examples of my superiority, no matter what you say, subconsciously you will be switching your beliefs over to me.*