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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" Trouble seems to find you without fail," a woman with fiery red hair remarked, her smile warm as she gazed at the vibrant curtain she clutched in her left hand. In her right, she cradled a newborn with eyes that outshone the stars. " See how daring your aunt can be, my dear? Oh, how I wish she could have met you, Kiyoko."
The new mother gazed at her baby, who responded with joyful giggles upon seeing his mother's smile. The child's mother couldn't resist but giggle in return, their laughter forming a delightful duet.
Observing that her infant was growing tired, the red-haired woman rose from the rocking chair and carefully placed her baby in his crib. Afterwards, she walked over to her table, retrieving a piece of paper and a pen. Soft giggles accompanied her as she began composing a letter for her sister.
Once the letter was written, she slid it into an envelope and dropped it into her mailbox. Now, all she could do was hope that her sister would receive and read the message.
