Enlightenment. She - like the clan’s elders and her mother and mother’s mother - resided in absolute enlightenment. Atoned with a blink. She felt her muscles relax and decompress amongst the approaching tide. Though forgone for this engagement, battle still called to her in the most intimate of ways and she came to its heed. Everything about their opponents screamed sloppy. Loud, the lack of raid fire, the absence of any armies…

	“Surely, they did not send five lone warriors to do their bidding.” Senko said in disbelief. 

	Her eyes wide, unblinking. The world had gone quiet and her ears twitched. Her hair began to dance at the ends as worldly power flowed through her. 

	“Ah, never mind. Happenstance. They lack a banner. Structure. A shame, really.” 

Senko’s movements were phantomlike. Her speed - a zephyr. 

	Her energies coursed through both her Son and Twin sister. Their ancestors rejoicing in an act of magnificent refinement. Life force poured into them from the body they all fought upon. It swirled within their irises and flowed like a tide. A blend smeared upon the intricate spaces paved for sensory organs as pre-gaia filled their brimming wells more. She struggled to contain a sudden, but joyful outburst. All of their skills suddenly sky-rocketting. The innate ones and the edge to the martial abilities. This was known as paragon optimal finesse. Amongst many of her Chi abilities. This one proved to be entirely utility based. A heat-wave befell upon the forest - the language of the trees carried it forth, blanketing the battle in sweltering humidity. Where Akane reigned, however, was colder than ever. Non-blood unharmed, unaffected least by the benefits of this byproduct. 

	Additionally, Shin would find his affinity bolstered too. The density of his Chi warmed her heart and Akane’s everwinter gave her pleasant chills. Innately, their own individual Kōka sheru, Jinsei and Ryuzhang came alive. Harsh lessons, endless nights of training. Those memories freshened themselves in their homes, blooming their positive attributes through their chi; the antidote to butterflies. But none of them had any. 

	Instead she felt more alive than ever. She clasped her hands together and the ecosystem their opponents began to wander into came to life. The animals did not shy away from danger but collapsed into a frenzied state. Their calls filled the forest air, drumming against the morning sun’s rays.Tribal and raw. The trees stretched their limbs and the grass yawned toward the firmament. The winds grew volatile, screeching at the transgressors with an unseen fury. The vehicle was met as it ran from its master with a vicious wind blade. It was shaped like a sickle, aimed downwards with the wingspan of a few oscillating meters. Superheated with the gift of displacement. It whirled through the trees with deadly precision leaving a wake of pink embers in its wake shadowed by a translucent heat. This would spread rapidly, hardening the earth and migrating humidity North. 

	This would take no more than a few seconds to reach the car, but as it traveled it grew in size by a meter or so with every passing ten feet. Ripping a perfectly symmetrical line through the scalp of Gaia. It cast a magnificent shadow and as all parts of her detonation, it was cut from the same cloth. The scent of sweet fire accompanied it. This rotating blade of wind, if interrupted or it hit its target, exploded into fifty other blades that utilized the kinetic collapse for abrupt growth, all with a greater velocity and momentum. She could manipulate it at will, so the contingency was left up to her. Her shiryoku had already tethered itself to this particular arena. To everything and with ease. The usual battlefield for her had far more variables in play than this one and with her family at her side. There were far less circumstances to worry about. 

	All of them had been docked. Discerned through this scrying, protected eye. The forest told her. The insects did. The animals too. Ghosts of war unveiled themselves and the shadows parted their curtains for her stride of divination. Reinforced, anomalies were easily recognized and so the hunt began.

	Her glory finally stood from where she had been sitting in meditation and stretched out. Her fists shadow boxed the air a few times. Far less flashy of her technique than her sister. Her private aura had solidified itself before the assailants began pouring in. It tugged against the atmosphere with its weight and yet, rebounded streaks of light in its translucence. Different poly and hexagonal shapes morphed amidst its covering of her flesh. A constant sign of its reinforcement. 

	“Race you to first blood!!!!!” 

	And her voice carried summer with it.