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The puppet walked the barren wasteland of Serai for months, perhaps even years. After being driven out from Narukami island, he truly had nowhere else to go. The air was thick and suffocating; He could feel his hair standing on end from the static surrounding him. He saw the dark purple clouds swirling through the air, encasing the island in the process. He knew this island was far too dangerous for human life. He supposed that was for the best, as it meant nobody would find him here… For once he was safe. Yet as he trudged through the electro-ridden water, he noticed silhouettes coming into view in the distance.
People.
It had been far too long since he had seen another human – well… if he could even consider himself one. Fear and intrigue struck his heart all at once, hitting him like a bolt of lightning. He couldn’t decide whether he should investigate or run.
They say curiosity killed the cat.
The puppet made his way through the deep charged water, his yukata drenched and his body buzzing… It didn’t bother him, though. After all, he had electro running through his veins, so what was a little external stimulation? Nothing but a faint feeling surrounding him, almost therapeutic.
The people that he had spotted noticed him as he emerged from the water. They seemed to be just as shocked as the puppet was when they saw another human-appearing presence on the island - but they were especially surprised to find one looking so frail. Not to mention the fact that the puppet had nothing protecting him from the dangerous amounts of electro that radiated from the island. They stared at him in awe, none of them knowing what to say or do as he stopped on the shore, staring at them.
“Who are you?” One of the men dared to ask, assuming a defensive position. He was heavily armored, and seemed to have an electro vision of his own… No, this was not a normal vision. The puppet could tell something was off about it… Yet he couldn’t quite place what was wrong with it.
Another man stepped forward hesitantly, taking his place in front of the first before stopping. He was similarly armored and was equipped with a kindred strange-looking vision. Though, this one was pyro.
“No… What are you..?” The man stared at the puppet in awe, noticing the purple glowing ball joints that were visible on the puppet’s wrists and fingers.
The puppet paused, glaring at the man with the pyro “vision”. How dare he question his humanity. The air was tense. Tenser than it had ever been, even with all the electricity filling the atmosphere.
The puppet spoke,
“I am Kunikuzushi.”
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