Iohne’s face was completely frozen in rage, his hammers raised high and his body still in a jumping motion. He hadn’t even been able to react before he found himself completely encased in ice, unmoving and his life and death unknown.
Ryu found the power he had here over the Ice Element to be even more exaggerated than what he had felt in the Nether Realm’s replica world. As powerful as he had become after taking Eska and Isemeine’s Primordial Yins, he was even stronger here, a thought that was truly fear inducing.
…
“What is going on?”
This was a question that many across the Martial Gods residential area were asking. The truth was as orderly as the city seemed, disputes between Martial Gods were quite common. It shouldn’t be taken that this region was peace loving, it was just that there were certain lines that couldn’t be crossed… For example, flying in the sky.
Flying seemed like a benign action, but one had to remember just who was allowed and capable of flying in this region to begin with. Most below the Cosmic Seed Realm couldn’t take the harshness of the cold qi in the surroundings and thus couldn’t fly by making use of it. That meant that this no fly rule was meant to apply to entities with that level of strength.
Ryu was essentially breaking a rule that was only in place for the powerful to begin with as it helped to reduce collateral damage. This was completely different from breaking a rule that even the weak could break should they be determined enough.
At that moment, though, in this particular region, the ones asking the question weren’t simply characters by any stretch of the imagination.
It could be said that with Elena’s promotion to Queen ceremony coming up, anyone who would have received an invitation had already begun to make their way back. At the same time, it couldn’t be forgotten that Galkos—Ailsa’s supposed ‘fiancé’—had also recently entered the World Sea Realm as well. So the celebration was twofold.
Not only was Ryu on a hot seat for causing trouble in such an environment, it was an even hotter seat than it would otherwise be. Under most circumstances, at least half the geniuses currently present would be out completing missions and accumulating merits.
But now… A bunch of hot blooded youths who had begun to feel itchy at the lack of action in recent days finally got a bite of meat to take a chunk out of.
“Ryu Tor? Tor? I’ve never heard such a name, have you?”
“Never heard of it. The momentum behind it was decent, but nothing much. Maybe a family from the Blossom Plane?”
“Would we not have heard of it at all if it was from the Blossom Plane, though? Where the hell did this brat come from anyway? His voice travels pretty far, but he seems to be using comprehension of wind to accomplish this, his power itself isn’t very great.”
Three youths who had just been enjoying a meal on the top floor of a restaurant all began to analyze the situation at once. However, when they swept their Spiritual Sense over toward the direction of the voice and saw that Ryu was actually standing in the air, their pupils constricted.
“Is there a Tor Clan on the Blossom Plane with such a strong Ice Inheritance?”
They obviously had no idea that the supposed ‘Tor’ Clan they were asking about was just a small destroyed Kingdom from the Higher Mortal Plane. And yet, they still felt that it had the momentum of a weak Clan from the Blossom Plane.ρaꪁⅆa ꪁꪫꪚⅇꪶ
In truth, the current Tor name was about equivalent to a Clan in the Pedestal Plane’s Core Region. The reason the youths decided on the Blossom Plane was because they felt that one had to at least be from there to produce a genius that dared to do all of these things… It was simply close enough.
How, then, could the Tor Clan have such momentum? How else if not for Ryu?
Ever since the death of his Grandpa Tor, Ryu stubbornness in that aspect of his life had been lowered by several measures. That day, without reserve, he told Ailsa as plainly as could be that the Tor Clan Ancestor deserved to be his grandfather. If not for him, Ryu wouldn’t be able to stand in the skies this day, arrogantly proclaiming his challenge.
This subconscious acceptance was just one aspect, though. Ultimately, Ryu still saw himself as a Tatsuya. The reason, then, that the Tor Clan was gaining such large amounts of Faith was because others didn’t know he was from the Tatsuya Clan, they all believed he was from the Tor Clan.
After investigating Ryu’s background, finding out his origins, especially since he didn’t keep a low profile, was a simple task for these Clans. If even the Inner Ring Clans had found out that he was a Tor, and Fidroha and the Clans of the Core Region had most definitely found out as well.
It could be said that the devastation Ryu had wrought on the Pedestal Plane, in addition to killing two Immortal Ring experts at the Divine Vessel Realm, had caused his name, along with the Tor Clan’s, to resound far and wide.
It was just … Not wide enough to catch the attention of this Martial Plain.
The group fell silence for a moment, their eyes narrowing and their auras flaring up beside themselves. They had known that whoever dared to cause so much trouble wouldn’t be a simple individual, but this was a pleasant surprise, indeed…
“Is that King Isambard and Queen Athelina’s daughter? It looks like he’s provoking us.”
The three had already stood, the winds whipping about in the restaurant suddenly picking up.
Seated at a table alone, an older gentleman opened a single one of his eyes. The action alone forced the volatile qi around him to go to rest.
‘Youths these days…’
He shook his head and closed his eyes once more.
“Let’s go.”
Without a care, the three youths crashed through the window, landing heavily on the ground below. All that was left of their presence was a pile of Qi Stones they left to pay for damages.