Be the Shield
SharkCultist
The Kamen Rider Of Depression
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The right and wrong weapon.
That's what Crocea Mors felt like to Jaune. Somehow it felt too stiff and too small but at the same time it was His.
Idly he remembers a story of his grandpa about how the sword and shield have changed for each user.
He thought his grandpa meant forge adjustment. But standing on this broken tower starting down a crazed witch in a red dress.
Use Me.
he figured out he was wrong. He could feel his aura flowing into the sword and shield making them more malleable but something was holding the changes back.
what kind of weapon did he need?
He wasn't graceful or powerful. He didn't have skill or technique.
Then we go back to basics.
All he ever wanted was to help people with everything he had.
you don't desire a shield, you desire to BE a shield.
Well half the school is collapsed and the city is on fire.
Time to be a hero.
Time to be a hero.
And with a flash of aura Jaune slammed his sheathed sword into his chest where it broke apart into a flowing river of metal that wrapped around his flesh. Hardening into a new form for it's new user.
It was time to kill a witch and slay a dragon.
That's what Crocea Mors felt like to Jaune. Somehow it felt too stiff and too small but at the same time it was His.
Idly he remembers a story of his grandpa about how the sword and shield have changed for each user.
He thought his grandpa meant forge adjustment. But standing on this broken tower starting down a crazed witch in a red dress.
he figured out he was wrong. He could feel his aura flowing into the sword and shield making them more malleable but something was holding the changes back.
what kind of weapon did he need?
He wasn't graceful or powerful. He didn't have skill or technique.
All he ever wanted was to help people with everything he had.
Well half the school is collapsed and the city is on fire.
Time to be a hero.
And with a flash of aura Jaune slammed his sheathed sword into his chest where it broke apart into a flowing river of metal that wrapped around his flesh. Hardening into a new form for it's new user.
It was time to kill a witch and slay a dragon.