Festival of One-Hundred Demons [TRAINING; SOLO]

**Masami** · Thu Jul 23, 2020 12:00 am

Jewels :

6,631,800

Rank :

X-Rank

Race :

Human

Experience :

1,039,500

Reputation :

24,700

Class :

Spellsinger

Aura :

Emperor

Strength :

1

Speed :

121

Constitution :

96

Endurance :

255

Intelligence :

501

Mana :

7,425

Head :

Momijigari

Companion :

Winged Lemur

Pouch :

1x Scroll of Captum (C-Rank), 1x Scroll of Captum (B-Rank), 1x Legendary Lvl. 5 Custom, Death's Coin x1

When is a man no longer allowed to be in awe? For so many surprises that pass by Masami's path, it felt as if it was wrong to be delighted so many times. The same goes for an abused person—when they are treated properly, they will initially think that being respected is wrongly, or deceitful, or painful, then they will start to seek the satisfaction of being treated correctly, thus will share it to others as well. Masami, on the other hand, cannot control what life brings, thus he cannot share the surprises life has given him. He knows this, however, and unfortunately slightly hurt him for knowing. In a lone night, why not dance one more time, boy?

It wasn't completely private – anyone who wants to go inside can freely visit, then they may leave whenever they want to. While nobody was still here, Masami positioned himself at the center of the stage, the curtains opened, and the lights shone everywhere, not only the stage. It wasn't a show, Masami simply wanted to perform for himself. The last time he danced was back in Marigold's Windmills, unless you consider the dance of beating smugglers up or combating malevolent people, then Masami would be an experienced folk. He had gotten acquainted with the friend named 'mana' thus giving him more endurance in terms of using magic. Would his body take it if he went all out? After all, this performance is for himself, not for anyone else. He would rarely do this, as he is not such a self-seeking, self-pleasing person. Masami was self-sustaining, yes, but there were things he would only do for other people.

Indeed, Masami was clothed in theatrical garments, and his face was embellished by some ink. For a self-performance, a parade like this, Masami took his effort to prepare.

Omote (面 lit. Noh Mask): 305/850
「-40% WC reduction via Intelligence.」

Kitsune no Yomeiri (狐の嫁入り lit. The Fox' Wedding): 0/1275
「-40% WC reduction via Intelligence.」

北正美

**Masami** · Sat Jul 25, 2020 3:58 pm

Jewels :

6,631,800

Rank :

X-Rank

Race :

Human

Experience :

1,039,500

Reputation :

24,700

Class :

Spellsinger

Aura :

Emperor

Strength :

1

Speed :

121

Constitution :

96

Endurance :

255

Intelligence :

501

Mana :

7,425

Head :

Momijigari

Companion :

Winged Lemur

Pouch :

1x Scroll of Captum (C-Rank), 1x Scroll of Captum (B-Rank), 1x Legendary Lvl. 5 Custom, Death's Coin x1

He did not face the audience at first—referring to the audience's seats, if there even were any audience sitting upon them. A hand raised in the air, one hand held unto his face; when he 'peeled his face off,' masks of flames embedded his fingers, more started to surround him. The 'skin' in his palms had become a mask created out of flames, it was firm and solid of form, and it flew through the air when Masami threw it high up, and the rest of the masks circulated Masami like a whirlwind. Each of the masks had different expressions on their faces: some were sad in appearance, some were angry, but the masks with positive faces were rare. You would occasionally witness a Noh mask with a smile, if not so eerie or creepy in appearance, that was. However, all of these mattered to Masami, as if they were his own faces themselves.

The same time the whirlwind surrounded him, bursts of flames in different hues and sizes, had reflected upon Masami's body like spirit balls. Some would say this a Fox's Wedding due to symbolism, but Masami was well-aware that these are from his own body. Mana, Masami was getting used to this mana, whatever this power was. In the first place, Masami wasn't even aware of the term, nor did he know how to manage such an energy. He remembered how embarrassing it was to fall down to his knees in front of his own guild master in their training session—when Masami remembered this, all sparks of flame turned purplish in color, and even Masami, whom still was not facing the crowd (if there even was any), knew exactly what this meant. His pride was hurt because of the humiliating memory, was that the correct answer?

Omote (面 lit. Noh Mask): 606/850
「-40% WC reduction via Intelligence.」

Kitsune no Yomeiri (狐の嫁入り lit. The Fox' Wedding): 0/1275
「-40% WC reduction via Intelligence.」

北正美

**Masami** · Sat Jul 25, 2020 4:12 pm

Jewels :

6,631,800

Rank :

X-Rank

Race :

Human

Experience :

1,039,500

Reputation :

24,700

Class :

Spellsinger

Aura :

Emperor

Strength :

1

Speed :

121

Constitution :

96

Endurance :

255

Intelligence :

501

Mana :

7,425

Head :

Momijigari

Companion :

Winged Lemur

Pouch :

1x Scroll of Captum (C-Rank), 1x Scroll of Captum (B-Rank), 1x Legendary Lvl. 5 Custom, Death's Coin x1

As if his spirit begged, 'Let me go home,' and Masami would reply, 'not if you do not listen to me.'

Now that both hands were up in the air, he gently lowered these, and his knees were synchronizing with the motion, until he was finally kneeling down and that his forehead was touching the cold, wooden floors. It was like that time in Avvar Mountains, wherein Masami begged his own guild master to halt, or else the performer would die out of fear. Such as this moment, would Masami be dying in such fear, as well? To give into death... the thought gave Masami not shivers in the spine, but an angry emotion. He did not want to fall for such lucid, eccentric death, as if death itself had no authority to take Masami. Not until he had gotten the cure—but even if he had died after receiving it, his mother would die due to his death, which would force Masami the need to live forever. His arms, both dropped down to the floor in a vertical motion, had separated themselves until both were holding Masami's ankles down, leaving marks of flames, like a magic circle.

Masami raised up, albeit still sitting on the floor, and immediately all the masks had shook, dropping from their places and turning into ashes immediately upon touching the ground. All the flames, from the purplish color, had reverted back into their yellow-orange hue, thus Masami raised his hand up in the air the second time. "Thus led the Joyan warrior into the wilderness," he narrated, turning the hand to face the audience, then dropping it down to face his own face once again, "he had left his family—own wife, own children—except a sword, which had the soul of his counter-part."

Omote (面 lit. Noh Mask): 850/850
「-40% WC reduction via Intelligence.」

Kitsune no Yomeiri (狐の嫁入り lit. The Fox' Wedding): 56/1275
「-40% WC reduction via Intelligence.」

北正美

**Masami** · Sat Jul 25, 2020 4:25 pm

Jewels :

6,631,800

Rank :

X-Rank

Race :

Human

Experience :

1,039,500

Reputation :

24,700

Class :

Spellsinger

Aura :

Emperor

Strength :

1

Speed :

121

Constitution :

96

Endurance :

255

Intelligence :

501

Mana :

7,425

Head :

Momijigari

Companion :

Winged Lemur

Pouch :

1x Scroll of Captum (C-Rank), 1x Scroll of Captum (B-Rank), 1x Legendary Lvl. 5 Custom, Death's Coin x1

'Who exactly was this counter-part?' asked he, who whispered to the performer in his own voice. However, instead of directly answering it, Masami swung the same hand to the side, creating a mask that slowly floated in space. He had the face of the said warrior, whose expressions cannot be determined by normal viewers. It did not have a body, nor did it have any clothing—it was purely a mask, created out of Masami's mana itself. Then, from that single mask extracted another one; the mask became smaller in size, but now there were two of them – the new mask was, instead of a yellow-orange in color, was purplish. From the blank expression the previous mask had, the purple mask had a smile on its' face, as if happy that it had possessed the Joyan warrior.

These two masks floated in air, sticking by each others' side. "He had forgotten what mattered to him, except his honor." Masami mentioned, both hands down to the floor, both palms facing upwards. "Honor, honor!" Masami shouted, then the warrior's mask shook as if it was the one speaking. "It had always been my honor!" it continued to shout, and the purple masked giggled in energy, pleased that it is no longer alone. "Nonsense I may be, but honor be my refuge."

Then, Masami stood up, and all the lights bared similar hues as the purple mask, whom had grew larger in size. "As you may, warrior," it said, nodding – its' smile widened, reaching its' ears, "for your efforts shall bare honor, which should you retrieve?" The giant, purple mask revealed faces of the warrior's children, including his own wife. Now, the warrior would have to choose unto which he wanted to sacrifice. Its' blank expression turned into a drastic, exaggerated frown, unsure of what answer to give out.

Omote (面 lit. Noh Mask): 850/850
「-40% WC reduction via Intelligence.」

Kitsune no Yomeiri (狐の嫁入り lit. The Fox' Wedding): 362/1275
「-40% WC reduction via Intelligence.」

北正美

**Masami** · Thu Jul 30, 2020 12:33 am

Jewels :

6,631,800

Rank :

X-Rank

Race :

Human

Experience :

1,039,500

Reputation :

24,700

Class :

Spellsinger

Aura :

Emperor

Strength :

1

Speed :

121

Constitution :

96

Endurance :

255

Intelligence :

501

Mana :

7,425

Head :

Momijigari

Companion :

Winged Lemur

Pouch :

1x Scroll of Captum (C-Rank), 1x Scroll of Captum (B-Rank), 1x Legendary Lvl. 5 Custom, Death's Coin x1

For some reason, he was granted flashbacks of his first steps in Fiore. He was in Marigold City the first time, getting some reputation there even before joining the guild. Masami knew too well that the single purple mask had a different color, simply because he wasn't owned by Masami, meaning it wasn't his own intention on granting it a whole persona. As if it was possessed, like the Momijigari, was it? Legends say that the Momijigari mask is cursed, burning peoples' faces off if it does not like them. It seems as if it had gotten fond of Masami, however.

If he were to be professional, he wouldn't cut the performance off due to an unknown phenomenon. He wasn't alone in the stage, and the presence seemed dangerous. After all, the 'warrior' character in the play had choices to make, but it felt as if it was Masami's own choice, too. Although things were happening in the magical, spiritual realm, people were to view Masami as if he were speaking only to himself. Unfortunately, it was exactly as is, and if the spirited mask were to fight back, it would definitely burn the theater down with Masami. Thus, playing the role of both the narrator and the 'warrior' character, Masami responded: "If I were to retrieve you..." Masami himself looked at the purple mask, whom was facing the red one, "what would you grant me?"

The purple mask, the demon within it, having realized that Masami had recognized his presence, seemed to have grown both wearily entertained and angry, because then Masami would make attempts in controlling it. Now that the demon had completely separated itself from Masami, the rest of the spells stopped sustaining, leaving Masami only with himself, and another completely unknown presence. A dim, purple hue, surrounding them.

Omote (面 lit. Noh Mask): 850/850
「-40% WC reduction via Intelligence.」

Kitsune no Yomeiri (狐の嫁入り lit. The Fox' Wedding): 664/1275
「-40% WC reduction via Intelligence.」

北正美

**Masami** · Thu Jul 30, 2020 9:01 pm

Jewels :

6,631,800

Rank :

X-Rank

Race :

Human

Experience :

1,039,500

Reputation :

24,700

Class :

Spellsinger

Aura :

Emperor

Strength :

1

Speed :

121

Constitution :

96

Endurance :

255

Intelligence :

501

Mana :

7,425

Head :

Momijigari

Companion :

Winged Lemur

Pouch :

1x Scroll of Captum (C-Rank), 1x Scroll of Captum (B-Rank), 1x Legendary Lvl. 5 Custom, Death's Coin x1

The mask chuckled at Masami, as if to call him pathetic and miserable, thus it spoke on its' own. "Ah, my dear..."

Masami, the main actor, stood up and approached the mask with boldness and ease, comfortable at what he's doing, baring no fear at all. "Let me rule over you." said the boy, tilting his head a little, but he wasn't finished yet. What stood in front of him was a gigantic mask, filling the whole stage, and it had the exact appearance of his own Momijigari. "Since you have been following me around ever since Joya, what is your excuse as to not let me rule over you, demon?" said Masami, forming a magic circle over his pinky, then placing it in front of his lips.

The reason why he came to Fiore was to search for a cure, not to be tormented by a demon, and the only solution for that is to rule over them, right? Masami had that logic, slightly angry by the amount of time he had wasted outside Joya, and this demon should have answers for it. The mask laughed at him, however, and it was audible and echoing. "You already have." it said, his eyes morphing into joy. Masami stared while waiting for further more words, but it didn't seem like it will say anything unless Masami does.

"Since when...?" the boy asked with true wonder, recalling everything that had happened before he ventured away from Joya in search for the cure; was it the burning of the court? Or was it before it? When exactly had Masami "ruled over" the demon itself? The mask drew closer, as if consuming Masami with a mouth full of fire, but the victim did not react at this occurrence at all. "Ever since you were reborn, two years ago."

Omote (面 lit. Noh Mask): 850/850
「-40% WC reduction via Intelligence.」

Kitsune no Yomeiri (狐の嫁入り lit. The Fox' Wedding): 968/1275
「-40% WC reduction via Intelligence.」

北正美

**Masami** · Thu Jul 30, 2020 10:18 pm

Jewels :

6,631,800

Rank :

X-Rank

Race :

Human

Experience :

1,039,500

Reputation :

24,700

Class :

Spellsinger

Aura :

Emperor

Strength :

1

Speed :

121

Constitution :

96

Endurance :

255

Intelligence :

501

Mana :

7,425

Head :

Momijigari

Companion :

Winged Lemur

Pouch :

1x Scroll of Captum (C-Rank), 1x Scroll of Captum (B-Rank), 1x Legendary Lvl. 5 Custom, Death's Coin x1

So, something really did happen, last two years ago? Who will be there to explain this phenomenon? Masami's on-stage death, waking up to a body completely uninjured, with no marks except of the leftover red paint for last night's play. Everything he had excepted reverted back into normal, then perhaps he wasn't meant to die at that age, after all.

As if understanding the scenario, piecing the puzzles in, Masami placed both of his arms back down. "Then... you were—?" the one who revived me? Masami wanted to ask it, but halted and hesitated, completely changing his mind. Something felt off, so he processed his thoughts and looked back down. "... did I die?" asked the boy, making the mask smaller in size, as small as his own face. Then, it approached his owner, its' expression not changing. "No," it answered, "I've been existing within you ever since, but it was only until that day I have been awake." As if Masami's questions were still unanswered, he left out a soft "Ah." sound then held the mask with his two hands, the flames turning back into red fire. Nothing to worry about, there's still some time. As long as they get the cure, they will get their questions answered, is that correct? That must be it—once they find the cure, it won't only bring Masami's mission to a success, but he will completely understand his life purpose. As long as he remains alive, as long as he is still alive.

Then, Masami was brought back to reality when the audience clapped for him. He didn't notice that many have been watching his performance, if they are even aware that half of those was Masami learning about something within him. Thus, he laughed, giving them all a gentle smile. Everyone filled the audience seat, and it was just right that Masami responds. "It seems that I've had a lot of fans, after all."

Omote (面 lit. Noh Mask): 850/850
「-40% WC reduction via Intelligence.」

Kitsune no Yomeiri (狐の嫁入り lit. The Fox' Wedding): 1290/1275
「-40% WC reduction via Intelligence.」

北正美

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