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[h2][color=darkorange]Gin Yoshiyaki[/color][/h2]
[h3][i]Rule #31, Deviate[/i][/h3]
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As more of these trials were completed, Gin gradually got the hang of them all. With each trial, he focused on being flashy, showing off the new knowledge of his own magecraft that he learned from the first half of the war and applying it to look as good as possible. It felt good that he was actually able to show off his magecraft in a meaningful way, even though this was all essentially just a simulation. And while his boys weren't there, in body, to help them out, Gin was glad that he still had them helping him overcome these challenges in spirit...

But this. This is definitely [u]deviating[/u] from the other trials Gin has faced.

Gin looked around as the chaos ensued. He was worried, though he had already learned not to convey that through his expression easily, looking stoic as ever as he tried to figure out how to handle this issue. There was nothing he could blast or use his katana on... it was just chaos, itself. No form, no face, nothing to target...

Gin thought of calling for his boys to handle this, but at the same time, what would happen if his orders were to get them killed? With this wanton slaughter going about, calling his friends for help wouldn't be a great decision if he really was worried of their lives. No, Gin had to figure it out on his own. As Chiron's voice guided him, reminding him that all the issues he's solved were from his own [i]personal power,[/i] implying that he should use an outside force to help him solve this issue, Gin began to think of the rule, itself. To deviate is to depart from an established course... and to Gin, it seemed like his teacher was trying to establish a course for him by suggesting against his personal power...

With a flick of his wrists, more talismans flew out of his sleeves, throwing one to each corner at the ends of this fantasized riot. Taking one last talisman out, Gin began to embed within it his own 'self' into it, unknowingly copying his origin into this talisman. Throwing his talisman up in the air, Gin shouted the magic words, and completed his spell, using his affinity with Soil to establish a foundation in the area based on his self. Gin's rationale, in this case, was that since he [i]is[/i] the coolest around, if he were to impose that on the chaos that is happening, then everyone around him would also begin to [i]chill out.[/i] He couldn't reason with them if they weren't all mellowed out, of course...

[color=darkorange][b]"Look at yerselves, everyone! Look at what 'yer doing! Turnin' on yourselves and killin' eachother... that ain't cool, y'know! How can we be cool if we're just thinking of ourselves?! We have to work together, eat together, and live together! Peace, love, and friendship... that's what's cool in this world! The true enemy is chaos, so we gotta chill out, hold hands, and rally against this unseen threat!"[/b][/color]

Stretching his hands outward, Gin closed his eyes, confident that the once rampant mob will make peace with each other.