Disgusting.  Flower petals falling from the sky as soon as Kanya had arrived in this town, what was this stupidly beautiful place she had just put herself into. After walking so far from Baska, she had no idea why she wanted to stop here of all places it really wasn’t her cup of tea. Kanya body was sluggish as it was still recovering from the exportation of magic that had released from her body. Each muscle spasming within as if they all could just malfunction at this point and time, but luckily she was stronger than she thought.

Upon arriving in Orchidea she had noticed a few things, the people were all dressed up in Kimonos and festival like clothing. She wasn’t use to this,I  mean where she grew up it was always a dark place not many smiling faces. She stood there in the center of the plaza her scarlet eyes looking at her surroundings, as her hand would rest on her waist. She proceeded and moved a step at a time not really acknowledging the people that was staring at her.

“Kanya, you should really loosen up,,the way you are now you’ll end up dying before your magic could kill you” the voice echoed within her mind.

Kanya didn’t reply as her eyes was set on something else, another one of those false gods shrine. Her arms shifted a bit as they were crossed over her chest, those menacing red eyes locked onto the shrine. Even she felt herself getting pissed, but before anything she would sigh closing her eyes in the process. She was like about a good ten meters in front of the shrine, it was really out in the open like the last one was in Baska. Her eyes would open as her lips parted allowing words to escape as if talking to the shrine like it was person.

“How famous are you, god? Manji? Or whatever you call yourself. Its bad humans confine in anything that could give them any slither of hope instead of working towards their own future, they waste time praying to false deities”

Those red eyes remaining locked on the shrine, not even blinking. Something she could give to the sight was the look, the marble like white going with the flowing petals that decorated the area. She was in deep thought, remembering what Aria said,This shrine belonged to a god who promised second chances, she could only wonder who all fell for this stupid ass ploy probably made up like everything else was in this world. The soft wind that was blowing was making Kanya hair flow with the current fluently, blowing with the wind you could say.


It was there as she would hear a sudden voice beautiful as it was graceful fill her ears, she didn’t even hear someone approach her. This caught her off guard, causing her body to shift twisting away from the location of the voice. Kanya now being face to face with the woman that spoke, as if what she said had something to do with her.”I couldn’t even hear her approach me, what fucking game is this?” her mind flowed with relentless questions.

“Be careful something feel off about this woman, and that's coming from me”

“I don’t understand who you are, or why you talking to me like i was speaking to you. But i met enough weird people in one lifetime, i rather not meet another one” she spoke so sternly even as the pain was evident in her voice. Even the slight movement she did to face the person who the voice  belonged to even seemed like it was to much for her muscles to take.

Kanya was surely lost by the way the woman talked, she never heard this before. Plus did this woman have cat ears? When was that a thing for mortals like her to have? THe questions continued to rain in. Prayer? What did this cat woman mean?

Remembering back in Baska she remembered saying something towards the shrine but that couldn’t be connected to this. “Prayer? I don't know what kind of false messiah you are but i never prayed, but i doubt any real messiah would  come covered in blood as you are now, “ Kanya noticed the blood as soon as her eyes locked onto the woman, what was she doing here and why was  she getting a bad feeling about this?

Kanya’s mind was so set on the woman before her, that she didn’t even care with the people who were around them. The only thing that existed in her linear vision was her and this woman, Her hands on her side as her fist clutch tightly,the bones cracking within. She felt her body heat up something about this woman was triggering her and it was becoming exciting if she could announce it as anything else. But deep down she couldn’t help but admire how the petals and the flower environment was surrounding the two in such a fluent motion. She  was curious, what this woman was and what was the goal she had, especially with how that blood was still fresh by the look of it.



When those words was heard she stood there, as she would loosen her grip and let her hand rest at her side. Going back to that random black haired woman as to the words that was exchanged between them. Maybe if she repeated what she heard would trigger the answers that she wanted. Kanya never was a believer in god, with how her parents abandoned their only child to serve the Rune Knights, she was beyond conflicted of what she wanted and lost her purpose. “Someone sent me here?” she had to question that just to get down to the fact of this thing, because that would be a mighty lucky guess for someone to know of  her meeting Aria.


“You’re right, but why would you answer me, when i was talking to this shrine that is giving people false hope?” she spoke up the tone of her voice was more commanding than before you could only guess she was able to calm herself down. Those red eyes would move to the new voices that had caught her attention, it was obvious they were talking about this woman before her. Kanya had so many questions, but none of them had been answered like she wanted to and that what frustrated her the most.

“Guardian? Hey cat girl…..who are you?”she said her head turned towards the monks not noticing the fur ball at their feet. These people was fooled obviously, there was nothing here that made this woman special. Closing her eyes she could only sigh, opening her eyes once more this time looking at the woman in front of her without a word at first.

“A goddess of second chances…..isn’t it what that girl from before was talking about? Is this her Kanya? The timing seem a bit...to right”



She would listen not speaking till the woman was done, as her muscles was still in pain as she felt like she could be shattered where she stood. She stepped forward as it would be only inches between the two. “Goddess that don’t even know her own name? Are you serious?”she questioned before she thought for a moment. She needed answers and she would get them by force if needed.”What is Manji?..”She had remembered Aria spoke of Manji, which was followed by Manji can give you power....she was beyond curious now, and answers was what she needed.

Deep down all Kanya wanted to know, was she really sent here to meet this woman. With so many questions flooding her thoughts it was hard to keep track of anything of the sort, what could she do if her questions went unanswered? Would she just move on and find a purpose while her life slipped away from her? Kanya was lost and didn’t understand what she could do with the life that was saved after losing her master so many years ago. Her body close to the cat woman, it was at most a three meters to be exact between the two.

“Wait is she claiming this is her head stone, but dont headstones….mean the person died? If she died….then how is she here?”

Kanya was obviously in disbelief as her foot step back just a bit, even she was in a array of alignments which flooded her mind. Gritting her teeth tightly as this woman was obviously bull shitting her with that answer. She didn’t believe in the resurrection of people, if that was the case Shizuma would still be here. Her mind going almost one hundred miles per hour. She couldn’t wrap her head around what she was being told.

Kanya listened as each of the questions she asked were answered, it annoyed her. It felt those answers was something that was simply pulled out the ass and served on a platter. She wanted to strangle the woman where she stood, and watch her lose life where she stood for her personal amusement. She hated being made a full of like this...and she wasn’t going to stand for it.

“Stop spitting bullshit, there is no way this is a headstone, and definitely not yours. Next thing you’ll tell me your some wretched soul that was risen from the dead with unfinished business, If people could come back alive just like that...then she would still be here” Her voice trailed off at the last moment as anger was swelling within, her eyes closing as a fire lit itself within.



“Returned them to their Maker? What give you the right to place judgment on other people?! Ever since you appeared before me i had a bad feeling, chills going over my body. But here you speak No-Name was it? as if your some higher power that can place judgment. People live their lives with their own accord you have no right being their judge” The anger exploded like a flame that had been lost for so long, This reminded her how the village turned on her and how she escaped death so many times. But here this woman stood speaking as if she was some being that had the power of judgment.

Kanya was in a midst of emotions, her body still could barely move due to the muscle strain or her hand would be wrapped around the woman's neck right now…



But deep down the thought of this woman before her killing people, and those blood stained clothes excited her...

Kanya, a woman who only knew the pain of rejection since she was younger. She really didn’t trust in this talk about god and goddesses, because she was left stranded and to fend for herself for so long. Just thinking back on that was a pain, seeing her parents that wasn’t actually there and telling herself everything will be ok. Maybe there was some truth to the words that was being spoken or maybe she was just being soft due to the thoughts of her master flooding her head. Shizuma gave her a purpose and a new life to live no matter the many people hurt to accomplish that. All she wanted was to be in Shizumas good graces and be told she was of some use after all.

The pain that scaled through her body, was more than physical as the emotional side of it was tearing her apart from within. “Kill, Live and Survive” those thoughts going through her mind as she was still in deep thought. Words that Nameless spoke earlier ringing in the depths of her mind with no restraint. Even if the words Nameless spoke came to bear fruit, this would mean that this woman understood her somewhat. The path of being alone and the struggle to live on knowing that you only stood alone. Closing her eyes tightly as her emotions was overcoming her and her teeth grinded against one another and her right fist clutching tightly. Kanya couldn’t allow herself to be swayed by emotions definitely not here and now.


After a quick short breaths, she will soon open her eyes slowly as at this moment was when she noticed Nameless unbuttoning her shirt. Those scarlet eyes trailing every detail she could , trying to understand why was this woman doing this. Noticing the bloodied tank top of the pure white shirt, she then took note of the scar being thrown back a bit. Her expression being evident of that, how could anyone be alive after that...this had to be a trick. She couldn’t bring herself to accept this, even after all the proof she needed was before her. Her eyes following the scar and even the markings that decorated the woman back. As Nameless back was turned, Kanya found herself reaching for the woman inch by inch. But why? Why would she even try to comfort someone like this? Before she could touch Nameless her hand would stop returning to her side where it belonged.

“What was that Kanya? Did you almost lose your resolve from seeing the scars she beared? Even if they may remind you of the ones you carry, but remember yours are cost of survival”

She felt her head turn slightly facing the ground and her eyes closed shut, as her fist balled up as even her nails dug in her skin from just how tight she clutch her fist. “Sacrifice huh? Is that what you did Shizuma? Was that your goal after all? You could of survived….if you just stayed with me...why couldn’t you just stay with me?” the thoughts spread like a fire with no way to extinguish it at that moment. She found herself listening to the voice of Nameless as it filled her mind with each word that was spoken.


Her mind broke from the constant thoughts as another side of her was triggered. “Tell me you speak of killing these people for being traitors, yet you continue to wear their blood as a trophy. Tell me when you killed those people did it excite you?” Kanya was lost at that moment at a crucial moment it was obvious she wasn’t working with a full deck upstairs.. Even her eyes would be open embracing the sight before her that was Nameless. “So all that offer to you is those you will aid is that right? Well you became quite a interesting woman in such a short time, i don’t know about the whole calling yourself a god or whatever but your words do strike home”she replied as her voice was strong with the release of those words.


She listened as Nameless begun to name off names, each she showed appreciation for. Kanya was lost about this woman, someone who was covered in blood as this woman was throwing her off guard with this kind of talk. Even her eyes was opened again at this point, her fist loosen from the grip she had. As the woman asked for her name and her lips would part” I am Kanya…..Kanya Vi Britannia”