Tōga tilted his head back, gazing up at the clouds drifting lazily across the bright blue sky. "The world is filled with so many different kinds of music," he mused. His eyes followed the meandering paths of the clouds as he pondered the myriad forms music could take. To him, magic was a kind of music- endlessly diverse, constantly changing, with the power to evoke infinite emotions and sensations. Each culture crafted its own unique melodies and harmonies, conjuring soundscapes as distinctive as fingerprints. Tōga longed to explore as many of these mystic realms as he could, though he knew it would be impossible to uncover them all in one lifetime, or even a hundred. But the thought of chasing that impossible dream was thrilling enough. The world was overflowing with magic just waiting to be discovered. If he could experience but a fraction of them, what wonders might he find? What new realms of feeling could they unlock within him? The possibilities were as boundless as the sky stretching endlessly above him.
Tōga's gaze drifted back down to meet Saturn's curious golden eyes. "Fire has such a unique taste - it's hard to explain," he said, pondering how best to describe the indescribable. He had been asked this question before, but his answer never seemed sufficient. "Imagine the most delicious thing you've ever eaten, that feeling of complete satisfaction, but not being able to find the words to describe it." Tōga searched for the right phrases, knowing his experience was likely foreign to most. "I guess you could say fire tastes like life itself to me - though that's probably unique since not many can actually eat fire!" He chuckled at the thought.
As a dragon slayer, his intimate bond with the element he wielded was a profound yet mysterious connection. The feeling when he consumed flames couldn't adequately be put into words. It was as if he became one with the fire, feeling its primal energy course through his veins, lighting his spirit ablaze from within. In those moments, he had never felt more alive, more in tune with the pulsing vitality of the world around him. The true flavor of fire was not in how it tasted, but how it made him feel - invigorated, impassioned, utterly consumed by life's incandescent glow.
"I've never actually slain a dragon," Tōga answered honestly. In truth, he couldn't recall ever encountering one of the mythical beasts, his only tie to their existence being the arcane magic he wielded. "I'm not sure where this power of mine came from, but I strive to honor it," he continued, his voice softening as he drifted into contemplation about his gift's origins.
Tōga had possessed the dragon slayer magic for as long as he could remember, its inner fire flowing through his veins since childhood. Yet no mentor had passed down the ancient teachings to him, no dragon had forged a bond by sharing their essence. His power felt innate, an intrinsic part of him, as natural as breathing.
Perhaps the magic bound to his soul had been passed down generations ago through his bloodline, ancestors slaying dragons in eras lost to time. Or maybe Tōga was simply an anomaly, randomly blessed with the ability to conjure and consume the primordial flames. Whatever the source, the magic chose him for a reason. It was now his duty to grasp its reins and unleash its power for good.
Though dragons themselves remained shrouded in myth, Tōga hoped that one day he might come face to face with one and test his mettle against such a legendary foe. To pit his flames against those that forged them eons ago. Until then, he would continue honing his slaying magic, striving to unlock its full potential so that he might live up to the legacy of those who came before. The magic flowed within him for a purpose, and he would uphold it, with or without a dragon's guidance.
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