Eight Spirits.
The Eternal amulet is a gift given by Aeternitas, Goddess of Eternity. Being the holder of such a valued item comes with responsibilities that no one has ever imagined of getting.
She is a master in any weapon industry. Her main weap...
" Seven years have already passed, and yet you're too young, but. . . You learned rather promptly and that is what alarmed me. Y/n, or Tamashi. . .--" " As a former Samurai of 34 years, I pronounce you to be a fully pledged, Samurai" " There aren't woman Samurai's, but don't let anyone else tell you that a woman can't be one!" " Go out there and show them, Tamashi"
One has a lot to devote to another, while the other just sits and waits for their offerings. Goddess Aeternitas chose a unique little girl to be her next vessel. For her, that particular tiny girl has something special that her other vessels before her never had.
Wealth, fame, and power are what pirates want for the past decades. Luckily for her, she met up with a group of pirates and joined them, just to help an ebony lad with a similar Straw Hat to her father's, to become the King Of The Pirates!
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The chill in the air was intense, unmistakably so. Gradually, your eyes blinked open, revealing a piercing beam of light that struck your face. You squinted, adapting to the sudden brightness, and after a brief moment, your vision adjusted. As you surveyed your surroundings, it became apparent that you were no longer situated on Sky Island.
{" Where am I this time. . .?"}
Once again, you found yourself within the confines of the Eternal Realm, but this time, you were not within the hallowed walls of the Eternal Temple. Instead, you were situated within the grandeur of the Royal Palace, a place reserved for the rulers of the Eternal Realm, where crucial court proceedings were often held.
A desire to rub your weary eyes welled up within you, but you soon realized that something restrained your movements. The clinking sounds of chains emanated from both sides of your body, serving as a somber reminder of your captivity. Your wrists were shackled firmly to the ground, the chains leading to unyielding anchors in the floor. In a similarly disheartening fashion, your legs were also cuffed to the ground, leaving you in a position where your lower legs rested on the floor, and your buttocks rested on your calves.
