The Purity of White Seems To Be Red - ShiMayu fanfiction | Sousei no Onmyouji

Chapter 1

"One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure." - Friedrich Nietsche.

Chapter 1

His smile. She remembered his smile, when she got struck down yet again.

That's wonderful. If you're able to obtain the power to realize your will, that'll mean not one of the people by your side will die.

As her body flew through the air, she thought of him. Why was it that she always pictured him, when in greatest desperation?

Her body slammed into the ground. The sound of something cracking rang over the colorless and dull scenery. All air left her lung at the impact. A violent pain run from her spine throughout her entire body. She noticed the metallic taste of blood in her mouth. Her tattered uniform and the blonde of her hair was smeared with the stain of the soil and barren earth, that stretched over the land as far as her eyes could see, while her body slid over it.

With tears in her eyes she got up, her muscles quivering in exertion.

It might be even more difficult than to annihilate the enemy.

Her sight was blurry, as she took in the raging crowd of impurities and exorcists of today's battle. This was the biggest fight she had attended, since she'd been on the island so far and it was a fierce. From where she stood, she could see the forth and back of the advantage on both sides. Impurities and exorcists fell one after another.

Most exorcists falling weren't dead, yet unable to fight any longer. Causalities. That's what they are called here on Tsuchikado island. Mayura couldn't except that. For most of the fight she had healed injured exorcists or sealed them behind a spell barrier, draining most of her spell power. While kneeling over another injured an impurity had caught her by surprise and fighting it, she had lost the upper hand, but managed to drive it back.

She sensed it. It was still lurking for her.

After getting a quick overview of the battlefield, she turned to the impurity. From what she had learned so far, she knew, if she didn't take care of it now, it would soon become a Basara - an impurity in human form. Her last battle with a S rank Basara, Higano had shown her, that they should be stopped before that. An insane, inhuman giggle, broke her out of her line of thought. "Kuuukuukuuu, you're giving up already?"

Her determination grew. She wouldn't give up, she had to become stronger. She didn't want to be weak. She was chosen an Heavenly Commander for crying out loud. Byakko lend her its strength to protect. Protect was what she was going to do. Bringing the talisman for her special enchantment out, she chanted the formula conjuring her weapons, just as the impurity rose his arm for another attack.

In the end, isn't the only person bringing you down, you yourself..?!

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Her eyes. He sometimes wondered about them, when he had time to think.

Those eyes were always reflecting so much emotions. From adoration to hope, from anger to despair. It was a wonder in itself considering who her father was. And then she had surprised him, when she had looked at him with determination. He had tried to shake it off, tried to get rid of the feeling of sympathy. It was neither needed nor wished for and an unreliability in battle. A distraction from his higher course. But she reminded him of his reason to fight then. In that moment Shimon had thought back to the time, when he was training under Seigen-san. To become strong. To be strong enough to make sure his sister will survive.