The Northern Sect

Blood And Bones

Zagreduth seethed with anger, his voice dripping with fury as he lashed out, "Dammit, your fucking brother has sent his men to eliminate me!"

Emilia, in her mind, couldn't comprehend why her older brother would resort to such extreme measures. She struggled to fathom why Zagreduth's life held any significance. After all, he was seemingly inconsequential. Thoughts raced through her mind as she grappled with the situation, "I don't understand why my brother would do something like this. Zagreduth isn't someone of great importance."

As Zagreduth's rage intensified, he bellowed, his voice resonating with a dangerous intensity, "Bring your brother to me! I will personally tear him apart!"

Emilia's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. She couldn't fathom allowing such a violent confrontation to take place, especially involving her beloved brother. Her voice trembled with determination as she vehemently opposed Zagreduth, "No! Are you out of your mind? That's my brother you're talking about! I won't allow you to do something so horrific."

Zagreduth's anger simmered, replaced momentarily by a flicker of uncertainty. He demanded answers, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and confusion, "Then tell me why that bastard sent his men after me?"

Emilia's response was laden with helplessness and confusion, her voice filled with uncertainty, "I... I don't know. I simply can't comprehend why he would do this. It doesn't make sense to me."

Zagreduth's anger waned, replaced by a lingering sense of frustration and resignation. His voice softened, though still tinged with bitterness, "Fine, whatever. If you encounter your brother again, tell him to leave me alone. Let's just leave this place."

Emilia acquiesced, her heart heavy with the weight of the situation, "Alright..."

Meanwhile, in an undisclosed location within the Highest Realm, the Meeting Palace of the Founders, Geto delivered the disappointing news to Sith, his superior. His voice carried a hint of remorse as he relayed the information, "Sir, the target managed to escape successfully."

Sith's frustration was palpable as he berated his subordinate, his voice laced with anger, "Dammit! You useless imbecile! You were meant to be one of the great Four in the Northern Sect!"

Internally, Geto cursed his own decisions, his mind filled with regret for betraying the Northern Sect. He recollected a time before his betrayal when he engaged in a sparring match with Grey, his comrade.

The memory resurfaced vividly as if it were unfolding before him. Sweat trickled down their brows as the intense combat reached its climax. Ultimately, Geto found himself defeated, lying defeated on the floor while Grey stood above him. The sound of their heavy breathing filled the air.

Grey, his breath ragged yet with a glint of admiration in his eyes, praised Geto, "Wow, Geto, you've always been strong."

Geto, still catching his breath, replied with genuine respect, "Not as strong as you, Grey."

Grey chuckled, acknowledging their bond, "You've come a long way, my friend."

Curiosity tinged with a hint of dissatisfaction crept into Geto's voice as he questioned Grey about their future aspirations, "Grey, now that we've reached the peak of martial arts, what do you plan to do?"

To Geto's surprise, Grey's response was not what he expected. Grey's voice carried a sense of contentment and loyalty, "Geto, what are you talking about? We've already reached the peak. We fought alongside the Nine Skies, our comrades and allies, against the tyrants. Our purpose was to protect the mainland, and we will be remembered as legends for generations to come."

Geto's frustration grew, and he found himself unable to accept Grey's perspective. His voice dripped with defiance and ambition, "No, there's still more to achieve. I must surpass even the Nine Skies. They sit idly in their chairs while we risk our lives, battling tyrants day and night. I refuse to be bound by their limitations. Grey, you've been my comrade, but your ambitions are too small."

With those words, Geto departed, leaving Grey behind, struggling to comprehend the shift in their friendship. Geto's mind raced with newfound determination as he set out to confront one of the leaders of the Heavenly Central Alliance.

Upon reaching his destination, his voice brimming with anger and defiance, Geto challenged Sith, "Sith, you despicable bastard! Fight me now!"

Sith, taken aback by such brazen insolence, responded with a mixture of surprise and disdain, "Who dares address one of the Nine Skies with such disrespect?"

Unfazed, Geto's voice grew stronger as he unleashed his grievances, "I am tired of your inaction, Sith! You watch our comrades perish while you sit comfortably on your throne. You are unworthy of ruling the heavens!"

Geto with an arm covering a deep wound in his shoulder runs as far as he can breathing heavily Geto: Th- This power, it's can't be- His leg gets shot Geto starts coughing blood heavily, his lips are busted, teeth are broken, bones crushed, his limbs are twisted in the most vicious way, one his eyes have been gouged, his skin turned pale due to the blood loss 

Their confrontation escalated into a fierce battle. Blood spilled, wounds were inflicted, and the clash between their powers raged on. Geto fought with every ounce of strength, his determination unwavering. However, the odds were not in his favor, and eventually, he found himself on the verge of defeat.

Sith, looming over the broken and battered Geto, extended a hand, offering him a choice. His voice dripped with sinister allure, "You are strong, Geto. Join us, and we will grant you unimaginable power. Become one of the Nine Skies."

The pain coursing through his broken body, coupled with the allure of power, overwhelmed Geto's resolve. Accepting the offer, he grasped Sith's outstretched hand.

And thus, Geto's path took a fateful turn, forever altering the course of his destiny.

End of Flashback.