Futsu-Nushi
Japanese God of Lightning and fire
The general of the Sun goddess Amaterasu
Fulgora's hair crackled with electricity as she strode into
the Temple of Athena, her eyes locked on her opponent. The crowd's whispers
faded to silence.
Futsu-Nishi stood waiting, flames dancing along his arms.
"Ready to be humbled, storm goddess?"
"Save your breath for the fight," Fulgora shot
back, gripping her hammer tighter. Its runes pulsed, feeding off her rising
energy.
The gathered elites leaned forward, hungry for spectacle.
Fulgora felt their anticipation prickling against her skin. She took a deep
breath, centering herself.
Without warning, Futsu-Nishi unleashed a torrent of fire.
Fulgora raised her hammer, deflecting the flames in a shower of sparks. The
heat seared her face, but she grinned. This is what she lived for.
She spun, calling down a bolt of lightning. It struck
Futsu-Nishi square in the chest, sending him stumbling back.
He recovered quickly, hurling balls of flame in rapid
succession. Fulgora dodged and weaved, her precognition giving her split-second
warnings.
"Is that all you've got?" she taunted, channeling
electricity through her hammer.
Futsu-Nishi's eyes narrowed. "I'm just getting
started."
They clashed in the center of the temple, fire and lightning
colliding in a blinding explosion. The crowd gasped.
Fulgora gritted her teeth, pushing back against
Futsu-Nishi's onslaught. Her muscles strained, but she refused to yield.
Not today. Not in front of these people.
She reached deep, drawing on reserves of power she rarely
tapped. Lightning arced from her body, filling the air with ozone.
Futsu-Nishi's eyes widened in surprise. Good. She had him on
the back foot now.
Fulgora pressed her advantage, each swing of her hammer
trailing streaks of electricity. The battle intensified, energy blasts flying
back and forth in a dizzying display.
She caught glimpses of the crowd's awestruck faces between
exchanges. Let them see what true power looks like.
Fulgora's triumphant smirk faded as Futsu-Nishi countered
her assault with unexpected ferocity. His katana, now wreathed in flames,
sliced through her defenses. Pain seared across her arm.
"Damn," she hissed, leaping back. Blood trickled
from the wound.
Futsu-Nishi pressed forward, his calm demeanor unnerving. "You fight well, Fulgora. But you lack
discipline."
She scoffed, channeling healing energy to her injury.
"I'll show you discipline."
They clashed again, hammer meeting sword in a cacophony of
thunder and fire. Each blow sent shockwaves through the temple. Fulgora's arms
ached, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
This isn't going as planned, she thought, narrowly dodging a
fireball.
"Tired already?" Futsu-Nishi taunted, his youthful
face barely showing strain.
Fulgora gritted her teeth. "In your dreams, pretty
boy."
She summoned a massive lightning bolt, but Futsu-Nishi was
ready. He raised his hand, redirecting the energy into a swirling vortex of
fire and electricity.
Oh, shit.
The combined elements slammed into Fulgora, sending her
flying across the temple. She crashed into a pillar, stars exploding behind her
eyes.
As she struggled to her feet, Futsu-Nishi approached, his
weapons now dual flaming daggers.
"It's over," he said softly.
Fulgora's vision blurred. No. Not like this. But her limbs
felt like lead, her power depleted.
With a final, desperate surge, she hurled her hammer.
Futsu-Nishi sidestepped easily, catching it in mid-air.
"I believe this belongs to you," he said, offering
it back with a slight bow.
Fulgora slumped, defeated. "Well played," she
managed, accepting her weapon. "I underestimated you."
As the crowd erupted in cheers, she couldn't help but admire
his skill. Perhaps there was something to learn from this lightning god after
all.
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