Shakugan no Shana:Volume20 Intermission 2
(Now, pride is a holy work of God. Now, the arrow that will bring battle is loosed. The single drop wished for is gained at the end of the ceremony. The hidden bowing warriors are revealed at the end of the ceremony. The iron mauls of wrathful assassins about to fall on exultant Tomogara at the end of the ceremony will set the world into uproar…. At this time --)
The voices of Lords and Tomogara rose from a block of the mobile fortress that had narrowly escaped the fires of battle.
“Stolas-dono, as I thought, that guy’s retreating. I saw the immediate defense troops assigned to regroup outside stagger through the northern mountains.”
“Is that so….thank you very much Ose-dono. The defense of the fortress was handed to me by the General. Relying on me for such trifling matters is inexcusable.”
“What? This battle is an achievement for you I feel. At this standard, it’s an easy order to fulfill. Anyway, why is it that you have such an interest in that musician?”
“That’s so eh, somehow, a logical reply would be painful…wherever that guy is seen, nothing good happens. When I was running around for the Herold, I’ve long noticed just how many times whenever chaos and danger occurs or in the aftermath at the epicenter of disaster, that musician will appear.”
“Who is he?”
“It’s a persistent rumor, a guess of a sort….I’m hesitant to say…he’s a servant of that God.”
“S….s…servant!? That Tomogara who does nothing other than to search for enemies for personal gain….Don’t tell me, that God….”
“Eh. Tempting others to deceive them in the name of guidance, that crafty God.”
“How…unfortunate, Veil of Change. I have lived for hundreds of years yet this is the first time I’m involved in even the slightest way with that God. Him coming into this world….no, is that even true?”
“It’s a frequent rumor, a guess. I would rather not Bal Masque be turned into a stage of chaos. But….he’s gone…”
In a block of the mobile fortress, Lord and Tomogara wished for the distance with troubled thoughts.
(At last the killers are roused. There is none to whom they answer to. The other gods are bewildered, the strain of the world gathers. Running towards a chance of victory, the body is callously sacrificed. The substitute gods are expelled. They clamor in realization but it is too late. Falling into the pit of fatal arts, Other secret craft are--)
Aah….certainly it was a dreadful war. The reasons for it at any rate were awful, the outcome above all was far worse than anything else. In the first place, it was just robbery stepping into another world, stealing the Power of Existence of its inhabitants. Then it became shaping the structure of the world to conditions suitable for themselves; humanity being nothing more than idiots.
Back then, I was likewise quick-tempered. It’s likely that I’ve become very much better now, however, if a similar war broke out again, I think I would join in without hesitation…..No, definitely join in without hesitation.
Back then, because there were so many who thought the same, we could gather so many strong warriors. Flame Hazes or rather one of the humans who lived in this world.
The lightning sword master and the strategist of the purple lightning.
The princess who loved insects and the living tornado.
The maiden with the golden circlet and the angel of the blue coffin.
The girl who held a bridle and the horse that ran like wind.
The singer who sowed darkness and the great drum that danced.
The priest of the world’s heart and the gold that controlled the heavens.
There were many other strong assassins as well. In order to crush that nonsensical shit, they all gathered in that land. Some decisively called for an overwhelming attack, but at any rate, their opponents were gods from the netherworld and their servants. Caution was needed and carefully, the chances of victory were explored, countermeasures examined. Yes, it was a slow process and it’s a matter of fact that our opponents, the gods of the netherworld brazenly proclaimed “wish you much joy” to us. In the face of such circumstances, we were joyful for our plans but of course, there was no celebration. There was nothing worse than being an evil god that is no longer conscious of evil.
Shortly after, when several strange calamities such as one of the groups that had advocated a crushing offensive rampaging on their own, we approached the day of the abominable ritual.
The hordes of humans gathered as sacrificial lambs lined the road along the way. With society back then being simple and basic, divine mandate was directly coupled with dominance. Simply put, at the bidding of the Tomogara, the kings and priests of humanity would calmly carry out unusual and inhuman acts. Within the borders of those nations, those whom the king had no sway over, from the old to women and children would be rooted out and arrested. The sight of them having the sustenance of their foolish desires taken from them would be burned into our minds even until now.
After seeing such things, who would believe them when they sing about creating a better world?
The gods, in their evil intentions had all abandoned this sad world, I thought in the midst of my anger.
All of us faced the ritual with our own hidden thoughts.
Eclipsing even the palaces of this land in luxury, beast head motifs and ornaments, majestic ceremonial tools and drinking vessels lined the head shrine; (the artifacts they did not need for their ritual, they used as offerings.)
In that open-air ritual ground, a coiling serpent’s body and a miko offering prayer could be seen. Immediately at her side, were the most terrible foes, Chi You and a three-eyed female demon.
Before long, at the same time as the commencement of their ritual, we began our attack. Our target was the source of all evil, the netherworld god. Naturally, we’d rejected the silly notion of a frontal assault and instead, developed a tentative counter-plan. Our objective would be the tremors released when the netherworld God begins its creation.
First of all, at the moment when this occurs in our world, we would attack to disrupt the miko’s work, preventing their creation from getting started.
Next, some people would sacrifice themselves, directing the nearest tremors.
They would be directed from this world, to Guze.
Continuing from that, we engage all Tomogara in the area, allowing the unrestrained use of powers. In this way, the existing tremors would be accelerated and intensified.
Finally, that extremely unnatural existence that is the netherworld God would, like a vehicle that shatters an earth bridge with its own weight, be ejected from this world. Then, some of us would bind the God with our concluding Jizaihou.
This wasn’t an especially complicated plan. To hasten the process, we cut ourselves off from all other stimuli. Everything was just entirely about the plan.
Changing flame to inferno and wind to tempest, it was the Jizaiho that would solely be for the purpose of diverting the resonance.
In one stroke, the blind god would fall.
When the Trinity finally realized the truth behind the situation, they were stunned.
Already, there was no one, including even those engaged in the Jizaihou, who could stop us.
The fragments of this world would be gathered up and banished.
Tiny strains might remain forever but there was no other choice.
Cutting off all ties to our homes with no certain path to follow, it was because of this nonsensical behavior that we’ll die forever.
The secret art that would later be called “Trap of Eternity” was everything.
We finally achieved it after much brutal fighting. Several of those working the Jizaihou had sacrificed themselves for it.
In other words, the famous God-slaying Jizaihou, “Trap of Eternity” is more accurately not a single Jizaihou, but rather the combined work of all Flame Hazes. It would be impossible to do it again and we no longer want to take up that challenge.
Additionally, we came under ferocious counterattack from “Thousand Change” and “Supreme Throne” and were pursued by an armored dragon king and an iron giant centipede which they summoned. Thus I would add that our battle was never a glorious one fit for heroes.
As for the others, when the priest of the Earth’s Heart was constructing the Jizaihou for the netherworld God as well as sealing the boundary, he opened his eyes to a new calling in life. I lost my longtime friends, the singer who sowed darkness and the great drum that danced. Those who descended into the boundary with the God bade us farewell in the usual manner, although…..I don’t think I shall ever see them again.
(The sun which marks the end of everything sets The sun which marks the end of everything rises Time flows endlessly at the end of three thousand more years In search of hope, in search of the world, we return to the road Spreading the imperial decree throughout the world Together we seek paradise Arriving after hard battle The other world is--)
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