Artmeat Saga (A New Beginning)

[Aftrballini 450]

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Carried on a particularly ravenous cacophony of waves did a young marine find themselves battered against the desolate shores of the Storm Isle. 

Tanoshi Kanade, a girl orphaned by tragedy and broken in everlasting by dishonor. A street rat in the big city. Fishing to make ends meet and to save coin for a future she dreamed.

Not but days after she had laid her father to rest did a band of pirates bring steel to her homeland.

In the ensuing struggle her blade found purchase onto one. Blood drawn. A life taken. Both bodies flung into the sea which had provided her with so much. 

 

 

 

 

For several hours her body was mulled through a nature so divine and unyielding.

For a time the now corpse of her once enemy was used to keep her afloat. An irony not lost on the little artist. Enough waves, as tall as buildings, saw that a temporary mercy.

When her legs finally did give out.

When her arms could no longer push through the water.

Her endurance drained.

She fell into a deep slumber perched upon wooden wreckage. Her dull brown eyes peering out through a cracked mask overlooking an ocean overcome by Goro-Goro.

A Kami.

A god of the rain.. the storm.. that wrought her near death.

 

In that moment she could only make peace with the ever certain final curtain call.

There would be no Kabuki play.

No wedding to attend for her sensei. She would not see her elders and friends go on to fulfill their dreams.

Akai would forever be a miko in training.

Haruhi, would never grow substantially taller than she was nor finish her candy shop. 

Jolly would never beat the final level of her game.

Koukai would never become strong enough to gain vengeance for his scar.

Her siblings would remain burdened with another Tanoshi to burn on the cliffs.

Hina-sama would not share with her another bento-box.

Enkai's robot would remain unfinished.

Her father.. would remain dishonored.

Jiro would never teach.

And her friend, Peony, would arrive to visit an empty shop.

 

Sadder still.

Tsubaki, her idol, would never again see the smile Kanade now hid from a world which had wronged her so completely.

 

(The Shugo would probably still be in a coma somehow)

 

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Fortunatley. Or unfourtunatley. The sweet bliss of eternal rest did not come. 

For she awoke to the sound of a gentle wave crashing upon her body. The black sands of her homeland. 

Her wounds were forced shut by the searing of salty air. She could not curse the world for leaving her alive.

She was too young to not be relieved. 

Too old now to know that she would have been better off. An early rest to a life so demanding.

Someone. Somewhere. SomeTHING had seen fit to return her to shore. Whether it was some creature. The fishing Kami she prayed night and day to perhaps. 

. . .

Her purpose was true.

Her vengeance still resolute. 

And as she returned her cracked mask upon her face and sheathed her weapon. She looked upon the ocean so vast and pure in it's terrible power.

In back of her mind she would always wonder what lay under the crashing of waves. And what force had driven her back home.

 

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[Artmeat prevails]

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[Kabukicraft 143]

a Green Kabuki shouts from the Afterlife;

”Kanade-chan! get up and Fight! Wohh- Hit em with a Left Hook!” 

Morikaze shouts atop his Green Throne, bucket of Popcorn in One hand and a Cactus Green Cigarette in the other.