Prayers to Kuvara
Roth963
If I become inactive with this massage, I died
Haku had a meeting to attend to.
Yokoto already left earlier today.
It was nearly sunset.
Spreading her wings, and moving past the curtain, she flew out of the skyscraper, the wind picked this minute to blow, ringing through the holes in the structures, causing the expensive curtains, serving as outer walls covering the rooms for privacy, but transparant from the inside, to flapped in, the wind reaching every room as an almost musical note passed through the city.
With the advancement cameras, less and less people bothered using exterior walls, more so in this building, no one was so foolish as to try to steal from cultivators.
For doing so risked not only your life, as it was considered a crime bordering on treachery to disrupt their work, but because no one wanted to pay for that sin when they met Kuvara in the afterlife.
Mortal crimes brought about mortal punishments, stealing from cultivators in relation to their duty was not a mortal crime.
And, besides, rain was barely a drizzle in this city, as Kuvara made sure, too much rain was bad for the vegetation, so there was no fear of their work being continimated.
Bells of magical ice, were attached to her feathers, adding to the melody.
Extremely dense ice, to more easily have materials to work her techniques, but getting the sound they made to harmonise with the sounds the palace they lived in was a minor task she took, when she tried to figure out if sounds can be used in runic creation process.
She looked down and saw the tracks of inner city trains, with vegetation on either side, moving materials from place to place, other Keku flew below her, some gawked from afar, to see her at with any details at this distance they would need tools, they landed on one of the many perches that dotted the walls of the city to look, but would probably soon be in their way to the same place she was, tourists probably, or maybe pilgrims, those were getting more common latelly, and iMore so today in particular.
Most that lived in the city were used to seeing a cultivator.
Than again, people gawked at her more than most, so perhaps they were native.
The palace stood in the distance, the only building in a city of skyscrapers taller than the runic institution.
It stood in a small island in the middle of a lake, with rivers snaking their way through the city, if she saw the end of them she would see they connected to the sea and the mother river, the longest river on the continent.
She squinted and saw a runic array in the courtyard, a tribulation array of her own make, made after the improvements she enjoyed from in her ascension.
Many were already flying around the lake, hundreds of thousands.
A great flock flying around the palace, the winds blew as if a hurricane was coming, the great flock moving more air than was possible without aid, hundreds of thousands of wings flapping.
The heat of so many flying so close by and the winds they created should have made them all land, but they didn't need to.
And as she got closer, the touch of divine might entered her, spillover of the divine qi and she heard the songs of safety with her enhanced senses.
Wishes of luck and goodwill, prayer for the safety of souls and for victory.
The prayers for Kuvara were not a somber affair, for Kuvara wasn't a goddess of stillness, she was the wind, she was flight, she was the awe a Keku felt when he saw the world below him and the desire to reach ever higher.
When people prayed for her safety, they sang and moved.
And as she spread her wings a snow storm came with her, excitement seem to take over those closer in the crowed, they flew faster where they saw her and she joined the congregation, above the masses of Keku, as one of the direct soldier of the gods, an angel for the eternal emperor Shitaku, and as she did so she felt the changes herself.
Her own excitement grew as well, her weariness from the failed experiments going away, her joy at her success and confidence taking prominence.
The flames of desire, a trick her grandmaster started using a few years after prayers for Kuvara started, that the divine qi expanded in the technique could return its cost and more with his efforts, a way to both get more divine qi and take a center stage, as well as all around improver moral.
She knew the fractions they got of the qi had shrunk as Kuvara grew closer to the people's hearts in those prayers.
Which was both good and bad, princess Kuvara needed the power, but with less divine qi, grandmaster could prepare the empire itself less.
It was a balancing act between the physical and not, a loss in either was not acceptable.
The movement around the palace was likewise arranged, a prominent kid had discovered a new art called Feng Shui, and he was currently attempting to arrange prayers in such a way that the sheer mass of Keku will allow him to create a living Feng Shui structure, made of hundreds of thousands of Keku.
But so far results were minimal, if they existed at all.
But tonight celebrations were not purely done for Kuvara, she didn't have time to join every day after all.
No, it was a celebration of great step towards resisting the end, for the emperor have found a great victory, demonic cultivators located, rips from which enemies will come closed.
A great pile stood in prepared stations, tokens of dead Keku, the first pictures taken of newborn chicks and more, a great pile of emotions and significance, for when called, the keku made the sacrifice to help.
In the last month a great massage sounded through the empire, asking the Keku to give of themselves not money or resources, but objects of sentimental importance.
And the Keku did, some cried and some were overjoyed they could help, it was not an order, but a request, and as the months passed, more and more was given.
Some even offered themselves, sacrifices to help their race, but those were denied.
She thought of her own token, the one she took from her family home, because she was not yet old enough for her mother to give it to her, of gifts from her master, of her first rune and more.
She would not give those to the fire, not because she was unwilling to make sacrifices, but because she knew that if the fire could take them, other things might too, one day she may make the sacrifice, but she know it would be for something of her own creation.
She saw Yokoto from afar, her own feat if supernatural might drawing attention and worship.
And she just let herself become part of the crowd for once, enjoying the pure joy of flight and wishing safety for Kuvara, even if she couldn't truly bring herself to truly pray.
Yokoto already left earlier today.
It was nearly sunset.
Spreading her wings, and moving past the curtain, she flew out of the skyscraper, the wind picked this minute to blow, ringing through the holes in the structures, causing the expensive curtains, serving as outer walls covering the rooms for privacy, but transparant from the inside, to flapped in, the wind reaching every room as an almost musical note passed through the city.
With the advancement cameras, less and less people bothered using exterior walls, more so in this building, no one was so foolish as to try to steal from cultivators.
For doing so risked not only your life, as it was considered a crime bordering on treachery to disrupt their work, but because no one wanted to pay for that sin when they met Kuvara in the afterlife.
Mortal crimes brought about mortal punishments, stealing from cultivators in relation to their duty was not a mortal crime.
And, besides, rain was barely a drizzle in this city, as Kuvara made sure, too much rain was bad for the vegetation, so there was no fear of their work being continimated.
Bells of magical ice, were attached to her feathers, adding to the melody.
Extremely dense ice, to more easily have materials to work her techniques, but getting the sound they made to harmonise with the sounds the palace they lived in was a minor task she took, when she tried to figure out if sounds can be used in runic creation process.
She looked down and saw the tracks of inner city trains, with vegetation on either side, moving materials from place to place, other Keku flew below her, some gawked from afar, to see her at with any details at this distance they would need tools, they landed on one of the many perches that dotted the walls of the city to look, but would probably soon be in their way to the same place she was, tourists probably, or maybe pilgrims, those were getting more common latelly, and iMore so today in particular.
Most that lived in the city were used to seeing a cultivator.
Than again, people gawked at her more than most, so perhaps they were native.
The palace stood in the distance, the only building in a city of skyscrapers taller than the runic institution.
It stood in a small island in the middle of a lake, with rivers snaking their way through the city, if she saw the end of them she would see they connected to the sea and the mother river, the longest river on the continent.
She squinted and saw a runic array in the courtyard, a tribulation array of her own make, made after the improvements she enjoyed from in her ascension.
Many were already flying around the lake, hundreds of thousands.
A great flock flying around the palace, the winds blew as if a hurricane was coming, the great flock moving more air than was possible without aid, hundreds of thousands of wings flapping.
The heat of so many flying so close by and the winds they created should have made them all land, but they didn't need to.
And as she got closer, the touch of divine might entered her, spillover of the divine qi and she heard the songs of safety with her enhanced senses.
Wishes of luck and goodwill, prayer for the safety of souls and for victory.
The prayers for Kuvara were not a somber affair, for Kuvara wasn't a goddess of stillness, she was the wind, she was flight, she was the awe a Keku felt when he saw the world below him and the desire to reach ever higher.
When people prayed for her safety, they sang and moved.
And as she spread her wings a snow storm came with her, excitement seem to take over those closer in the crowed, they flew faster where they saw her and she joined the congregation, above the masses of Keku, as one of the direct soldier of the gods, an angel for the eternal emperor Shitaku, and as she did so she felt the changes herself.
Her own excitement grew as well, her weariness from the failed experiments going away, her joy at her success and confidence taking prominence.
The flames of desire, a trick her grandmaster started using a few years after prayers for Kuvara started, that the divine qi expanded in the technique could return its cost and more with his efforts, a way to both get more divine qi and take a center stage, as well as all around improver moral.
She knew the fractions they got of the qi had shrunk as Kuvara grew closer to the people's hearts in those prayers.
Which was both good and bad, princess Kuvara needed the power, but with less divine qi, grandmaster could prepare the empire itself less.
It was a balancing act between the physical and not, a loss in either was not acceptable.
The movement around the palace was likewise arranged, a prominent kid had discovered a new art called Feng Shui, and he was currently attempting to arrange prayers in such a way that the sheer mass of Keku will allow him to create a living Feng Shui structure, made of hundreds of thousands of Keku.
But so far results were minimal, if they existed at all.
But tonight celebrations were not purely done for Kuvara, she didn't have time to join every day after all.
No, it was a celebration of great step towards resisting the end, for the emperor have found a great victory, demonic cultivators located, rips from which enemies will come closed.
A great pile stood in prepared stations, tokens of dead Keku, the first pictures taken of newborn chicks and more, a great pile of emotions and significance, for when called, the keku made the sacrifice to help.
In the last month a great massage sounded through the empire, asking the Keku to give of themselves not money or resources, but objects of sentimental importance.
And the Keku did, some cried and some were overjoyed they could help, it was not an order, but a request, and as the months passed, more and more was given.
Some even offered themselves, sacrifices to help their race, but those were denied.
She thought of her own token, the one she took from her family home, because she was not yet old enough for her mother to give it to her, of gifts from her master, of her first rune and more.
She would not give those to the fire, not because she was unwilling to make sacrifices, but because she knew that if the fire could take them, other things might too, one day she may make the sacrifice, but she know it would be for something of her own creation.
She saw Yokoto from afar, her own feat if supernatural might drawing attention and worship.
And she just let herself become part of the crowd for once, enjoying the pure joy of flight and wishing safety for Kuvara, even if she couldn't truly bring herself to truly pray.
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