Master Of None

1919  1919. Elven Show

While Walker was off with his family, Gil was in a wildly different situation.

The coliseum was filled with many higher ranking elves. The elves that he strived for more in their respective homes. The forest elves were not the only ones to come when something related to the high elven ways had resurfaced.

Nearly all the water elves had stepped away from their work for the day. They could continue working on their homes and the building of water ways another day. The same could be said for the dark elves and the stone elves that had stopped their own works to be able to witness the events here.

What really surprised everyone was the arrival of the fire elves and the wind elves who had more or less kept to themselves since arriving within Genesis. It was almost shocking enough to the other elves that they went to begin conversing right away.

The only thing that had stopped them were the snow elves. The snow elves had not been directly contacted much other than the usual letters of communication by the forest elves. However, the snow elves had long been living isolated within the coldest places away from most people. It was more likely for a dragon to see them than another of the elves.

Like many of the elves, the snow elves had heard more and more before eventually making their way to Genesis. They had arrived and received multiple quests related to their fellow elves and also the return of high elven techniques. This was a racial quest that was higher than anything in their opinion.

"Here we stand. The elves united for the first time in too many years to count. We split our own ways and weakened our race. Not because we were at war or because we faced a threat. We drifted because of our believes in elemental magics. In the affinities we had. We let it drag us apart since there were fewer and fewer high elves that could remain in control."

Alma found herself speaking. She was the representative of the elves within Genesis after all. This was where she had to stand tall and speak with the elves in mind. "You have all faced your beliefs that the high elven ways had perished. That they were just a record in the archives that our elders managed."

"That is not the end! We are the elven race. All elemental manas working in perfect unison with nature. We value the flow of nature, but we were lost on that path. That a path was closed in mist because we allowed ourselves to become bitter and too focused on the individual manas that make up nature."

"Today, we will see the true combination of the elven race. The fact that it took another hero of another race to see us from the outside to help us complete ourselves speaks to one thing. True determination. True pride. True love for all that the elves represented and strive to be. This human is already known as the hero of the elves. Now, he is known by more than that throughout the world, not just Genesis. But today, he is demonstrating the studies he has worked on to unite us. To teach us the past and offer us a way to see a new future."

This speech was not anything that was written for her. Alma had made it herself as the one representing the elves. As the one called future queen of elves and not just as the forest elf queen. She was standing tall in the middle of the arena showing off the strength she had coaxed through the years and since she had met the party.

Gil stood in ceremonial elven attire. He felt odd since he had been spoken out as human, but he wasn't truly so. It was the race he was born as, but that didn't matter. A hero was not defined by his race. A hero was anyone that stood for what was truly right. A being that could heal and bring others together. That was what a hero was. And should be.

"Thank you for your introduction. I am Gil. A hero. But more than anything, I am your family." Gil's statement brought many hushed whispers. He made a bold statement that caused every elf hearing his amplified voice to wonder how he could think that. Only those that were close to him grasped that he was just stating a simple fact from his heart.

When Gil took a stance with two daggers, he was showing the basic stance of all elven dagger techniques. In one smooth step, his body flowed in to a series of slashes and stabs. It mimicked the way of water before suddenly changing and becoming vicious. Heated like the flames of a roaring wildfire.

The next stomp of his foot brought up the defensive stances of earth elves and the records of the sand elves before Gil leaped forward narrowly touching the ground before spinning and slashing in brilliant arcs. This wind style showed the folly of wind currents and their strange dance through the world.

But when the movements changed and became harder to follow, the dark elves recognized the familiar foot work that came with every dark elf battle technique. The slashes were perfectly times to be fluid and brutal assassination movements.

This was before Gil changed. The light elves gasped out as a forward and righteous feeling hit them. They could sense the light elemental manas wavering at Gil's movements. His shining dagger strikes that were to protect and uphold values while shining through over other movements.

All these techniques were individual. Yet, they all caused the manas associated with the styles to react. Until Gil stopped and took an odd stance. One that made every single elf feel that the manas of their own affinities were reacting.

The next moment that Gil moved shocked them all. Natural mana surged around him seemingly coating his body and daggers. The movements were parts of every technique he had demonstrated through his perfectly trained dance of dagger styles. Each pieces perfectly melding together in to an ideal form.

The high elven dagger technique caused a silence that was like music to the elves. Their mouths could not utter a word. Their hearts felt like they had stopped. The few elves that had heard records of the high elven dagger techniques felt they were seeing history reborn.

When Gil's dance of high elven dagger technique came to an end, the natural mana flooded around him before dissipating. Every single elf was silent for some time before cries began to burst out from the stands.

So elves directly challenge Gil to learn from him. Their desire to see how strong the high elven techniques were screaming through their minds. They could become better just by sparring today or any day against the .

But for the older elves, tears came to their eyes. They knew they could return their techniques to a higher format. They could find their history and begin growing it again.

The high elven techniques wouldn't stop at daggers. Archery, magic, alchemy, and too many more things could return. The youngest of the elves would have the best chance to do so. They could find new ways to use high elven dagger techniques and even be born with high elven systems. It was historical.

"As you all can see, it was on this day that a promise to unite all the elven dagger techniques was presented as complete. But what does this mean for the future? Will our people take this as a chance to grow? Will our people take this as a way to demonstrate our history to the world? Or is it the opening of a new path where the elves will unify with Genesis and create even better skills that the high elven ways we forgot?"

The roar of answers and approval were even louder as Alma spoke. Gil was just proud to stand beside her. His promise to her more than met. He had desired this day more than anything, but as he wondered what he wanted next, he was left with only one thought.

"Before we begin learning and teaching, I have an important desire. One I have felt since the first day my party and I visited the forest elves." The entire coliseum fell silent again.

"Alma, representative of Elves within Genesis. Future elven queen. Not a single being could ever outshine you. I have met the promise I made to you, but I wish to make another." Alma felt her face go red. She could barely keep her heart from leaping from her chest.

"Marry me. I don't wish to live the rest of my life without you no matter how long or short it is."

Booming cheers and surprise echoes through Genesis after these words. Gil didn't hold back at all. The very thing that everyone could see when looking at how Alma and Gil interacted. Something they had held back themselves until now.

"Did you even have to ask? You should already know I would say yes."

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