16 Results with the "Fantasy" genre
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The Death Chamber
The Xaxalpa family home was the type any passing driver would not have found extraordinary. Two stories of a Cape Cod house, a manicured front yard, a picket fence as a border, and of course the raven-haired Saiyan girl in the backyard. Sol Yulaan had been out there since midnight, standing over a block of Devilmite Blackstone with a pick-hammer, shaping a skull. Devilmite didn't yield to much. A Gosamyrian noble could fire a star-busting chi wave at a Devilmite wall and knock off a chip no bigger than…-
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Several slow clouds came and went. The bracket wheel burned and turned and sent ashes fluttering down. Temujin’s name appeared again. With renewed zeal, he stood, beat his palm, and said, “Alright, bring it on!” As he walked, the voices of his new ‘friends’ cheered him on. This drew a complicated, but grateful warmth to his fists. There surged a sound different from the roar that had greeted Qinglong. This was a warmer noise, uglier for being warm. Temujin recognized it as the…
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Mali brought her flag down. “And that will settle the first rounds! Now it’s time for a much-needed food break!” Enekai and Yulaan ran towards the food court, a hundred paces away from the pavilion and arena. The bronze champion hyperventilated around Yulaan and calmed when Enekai rushed along. Sesame shook both fists after them. “I’ll tie your tails into knots if you spend all my money stuffing your goddamn maws again, monkeyfucks!” Temujin felt cooler than the other side of…-
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Bakuga Kōten of the Burning Sparrow School was called next against Kurohane Shigure, the Rain-Crow Ronin, a narrow demon in a lacquered crow mask and a traveler’s cloak darkened by spells of perpetual rain. His sword was longer than his arm and black along the back, the edge flashing clear whenever he breathed; around his shoulders hung wet feathers, though no water touched the ring, and each step he took left a small black footprint that evaporated after his shadow passed. Mali bounced along. “If…
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The lei tai was simple from above and severe from within: a broad circle of bone-white square stone tiles, smoothed enough to be uncanny, and inlaid with eight equidistant bronze trigrams. Beyond it, nothing but red dirt and a moat of smoking black water in the pit below, then the tiers of demons ascending into the mountain’s throat. Four prayer-pillars stood at the cardinal points, wound with iron sutra chains. At the north wall, looming over the ring from a niche of red lacquer and soot, stood the…
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Temujin and Enekai’s respective matches were so quick that the young man had forgotten what happened in them by the time the trumpets sounded. Those were long crooked horns blown by red-faced tengu clinging upside down to the rafters. The doors at the end of the hall opened with a groan. Beyond them, a staircase climbed into a vast chamber lit by fire the color of burning emeralds. Emeralds! What a tease. The gathered fighters moved. The main arena waited beyond the temple: a circular lei tai…
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The medical attendants came for Bakuga with a little black funeral stretcher and no jokes. That, more than the blood, told the arena what had happened. Demons could laugh at torn arms, burst skulls, gut-spills, headless men walking three steps in search of revenge. They knew what to do with ordinary violence. They leaned into it. They paid for it. But the small body in the orange tunic, the still firefly on the crooked goggled hat, and Mukhahīna Śveta walking away with his arms behind his back had…
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Bakuga KōtenversusMukhahīna Śveta A part of Temujin grumbled that the two most interesting fighters were about to go at it, but that part took a blow to the nads. Heaven above, he hoped Enekai faced off against whoever won this one. She was probably going to sweep this, and he wasn't entirely bothered by the thought, though his own martial pride didn't let him entertain blowing their inevitable showdown. Yeah, it'd be the two of them, surely. He felt he could take the others. Well, Ryūei…
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Three men from Black Reed Hall entered in dark green robes, each with a reed flute tucked into his sash. Nobody looked at them until the last one stepped wrong and showed the iron plates beneath his sleeves. Then everyone looked. “Those must be dignitaries or somethin’,” Sesame said, leaning back for a better view. “Daimaō’s boys, maybe,” Yulaan said. “Means the big guy’s here.” Near the entrance, a bald oni spat into a bowl. He was brawny and broad, his skin a dark pale…
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The yōkai repair crew had stopped pretending the arena could be saved. Still they patched it. That was tournament law, or temple habit, or the stubborn pride of little contractors who had seen six hundred and fourteen tournaments of idiots ruin stone and still considered every crater a personal insult. The broom-armed oni swept the last of Mame into a lacquered tray while two turtle-masons dragged trigram strips back into the floor with their teeth. A faceless priest in a saffron raincoat stood over…
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