Mr. Paints
episode 16
Three centuries ago, Heian Period, Shizuoka prefecture.
That day was the first winter after a hundred years of the Sun God cursing part of Shizuoka territory in a long drought.
Not far from the first hill, a small and old palace is seen. The figure of Minami Muruka in the form of Kaguya stands near the black window. Hip-length hair with a snow-white face. No one will be able to dodge, if the beautiful figure is indeed the child of the Moon God is also none other than the descendant of the Goddess of beauty.
He rolled up the tip of his silk kimono, picking up a slump of snow one after another. Kaguya Arashi's gaze, empty without the slightest passion.
Just a heartache as well as an expression of anger, suddenly implied-hanging clearly on the girl's sad eyelids.
Not long ago Kaguya stood up to simply straighten her body, suddenly rang out footsteps from afar - swinging on the wooden floor along the passageway.
"Daughter, the troops from the west have managed to surround us. Prince Yamashita Kasetsu slaughtered the remaining guards from the sectional territory without sparing any." A bodyguard stood behind the door, casting a shadow of a trifle as he bowed with his breathless.
Kaguya was not surprised, he told the bodyguard to leave because in a few moments he was very sure there would be a miracle for them on the battlefield.
The battle is coming to an end. Three days thousands of soldiers have died for an ideology that makes no sense.
After making sure he was completely alone, Kaguya quickly put down an object that he took from the deepest layers of his kimono.
A blue stone with a cat.
Placed on top of the tatami, shortly afterwards, a dazzling beam of white light shot out, reflecting the shadow of the princess's face. Like a large mirror that covered the entire small room, Kaguya finally decided to sit down without letting go of her eyes in the slightest.
Sighing her breath, Kaguya lowered her head and took off her kimono to be replaced with a female battle suit.
"Are you sure, princess?" a voice suddenly whispered, through the small air of snow-filled wind in each wooden vent.
Kaguya's heart was crushed and her hand stopped
when I heard the reprimand. The quarrel with the descendants of Kasetsu was not the first time that happened. But, this is the greatest hatred of the two beings of the different elements.
Long before the world was formed, they were both forms of fire and water. Gods endowed all human nature for both so that balance could occur. But it seems that day, the destruction of all nature is inevitable.
Hiroshi's adjutant becomes a figure who has been loved by Kaguya for a long time, being beheaded just like that on their wedding day.
"I stole you, not for this. Hey, demon. You better open the gates of death right now. Call upon the spirits cared for by your master-the gods of death to appear before me!"yelled Kaguya glared furiously. He drew a silver katana right at the neck of his own shadow.
Like a balloon pierced by a needle. The mirror immediately cracked, broke and scattered between the air. But not long after that, suddenly there was a wave of strength that re-assembled-forming the original form of the stone dweller.
Nekomata - the care of the god of death as well as the guardian of the two realms. Meowing was angry at Kaguya. Her small fangs elongated then her stealth eyes reddened like fresh blood.
Undeterred in the least, Kaguya came closer to finding the pulse on his enemy's neck.
What he held was no ordinary katana. His father, the Moon God, had all kinds of weapons to make the demons die.
"Basic, coward! You should have faced your fate, princess! Kaguya Arashi was born as destined to accompany the descendants of Kasetsu! Refusing the request of a god is like spitting on destiny!"Nekomata meows hard. The demon stood up straight, wagging its tail hard at the air.
Only, the Nekomata rebellion lasted for a while. No more than an hour's worth of sand, the dull-haired creature growled in agreement.
The threat of Kaguya that will destroy all the descendants of Nekomata, making the key holder of the realm of death, no longer struggling.
Even the god of death himself was helpless when Kaguya came to him to ask for justice for the thousand war troops he presented to prince Kasetsu.
"You made a mistake. The infidelity-death and reincarnation of a thousand warriors belong to my realm."
Like the roar of lightning without the slightest cloud of light, the sound from above the sky, echoed loudly when Kaguya was on top of his saddle.
Thousands of lifeless bodies lay there, like straw strewn across hundreds of acres of barren land.
From afar-right on a different saddle, Yamashita sat down, drenched in blood with a slight wound to her face.
They were the last two people capable of living among the fishy scent of fresh blood.
"Look, even if you plead, you will not be forgiven in the sky palace trial!" shouting sounds without being. It was another god who came and shouted along with dozens of celestial referees. The moon god is seen among them, standing helpless against his daughter's faults.
Kaguya growled in annoyance, not caring
whatever. The katana is still unsheathed, in control of personal emotions.
"You can punish me after I cut off his head, God!"kaguya shouted pulling a saddle on her horse.
The moon god glared in disbelief at the sight of his daughter approaching her husband like an enemy ready to kill.
"Stop, princess!"shouted the moon god preparing to unleash his power before the other gods.
The glint of light from his hand almost touched Kaguya. Yes, if only there was no one to stop him at that time, surely fate would have changed.
"Kaguya Arashi-Yamashita Kasetsu, without trial and without the vote of any God, you are sentenced to reincarnation thousands of times, the same suffering endlessly and also the most painful death. Live until your hatred can make cherry blossoms bloom."
The king of the heavens, the commanding officer who had just descended with a flash of lightning, thrust a great storm in his hand upon the mountains and seas.
The gods lowered their heads, watching the scene before their eyes without saying a word.
While the bodies of Yamashita and Kaguya, immediately thrown at a great vortex. Both of them shouted hysterically, but at the last moment, a swearing sound was actually thrown from each other's mouths.
When both were swallowed, there was only the remnant of hatred spreading in the place where they disappeared.
Hate like a tree, molt in the heat, hoard in the spring. But, what hatred can make cherry blossoms bloom? If true, it's possible when the feeling of spite shifts a little, changing its position to mutual understanding-melt down without having to fall off.