[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/TmVfa9w.png[/img] [h2][color=aba000]Chiron [Lily][/color][/h2][i][h3]Invalid Spatial Coordinates[/h3][/i] [@Cu Chulainn][/center]
It came and went. Each of the trials came and went, but that wasn't to say they were simple. Some, such as Struggle's, ended after a certain period of time. Some required completing an action. Some required simply surviving. Each of them, though, dredged something new out, forced Gin to define something else about himself. 

And so time ticked on.

The setting, which had initially been fluctuating a fair amount, seemed to gradually be stabilizing. The most common location Gin found himself in was a recreation of Fuyuki, or of another part of Japan.

[color=aba000]"I'll admit, you're moving along well. But, there will be a time when everything you've done before, all of your old methods, will invariably falter."[/color]

Riots raged in the city streets. This was not the result of a cursed fire or a great evil, there was no great target to attack this time. Each of the other trials, when there was something to stop, there had been a target that Gin could take aim at, and indeed he had. He struck out at the fire, at the invaders, at the monsters. He faced all things head-on. 

Of course, this time it was different. This time, there was no grand enemy to strike down, there was merely primal chaos. People robbing for selfish gain, people robbing for survival, people killing in a panic, people killing on mere accident. The tragedies of man were on full display. 

[color=aba000]"You've attempted to be an icon so far, but all of your attempts to be one have been based off of 'personal power'. So, when that power doesn't have a target to aim itself at, what do you do? What kind of icon do you take the form of? How do you stand against an enemy that does not have a form?"[/color]

Chiron's physical form had long since vanished. There was merely Gin and the chaos, even as the voice echoed.

[color=aba000]"This is rule number thirty-one: [b]Deviate[/b]."[/color]