<br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">&lt;+&gt; <span class="bbc_u">Kaizen Kenchi</span> &lt;+&gt;</span> </div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">The Feywild Saint</span></div><div align="center"><em><span class="bbc_u">Location: Crystal Falls.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span class="bbc_u">Company: Lee.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span class="bbc_u">Voice Actor:  Fukuyama Jun (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mgSHO3SZLCk)</span></em></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: left;"><strong> "Blessed are you...</strong></div><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/7h3Kb3O.jpg)</div><br/><div align="center"><em><span class="bbc_u">Theme Music:  Rebel One: Kaizen vs. Lee (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ep2vtWizpkg)</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><br/>Kaizen couldn't have been sure of what alerted him first. It could have been some innate danger sense ingrained in his training from being sideswiped by Kiren so many times. It could have been the subtle noise of slurping ooze dripping from Lee's grasping extension. Or, perhaps, it could have even been Florian's soul warning him through a feeling of anxiety. Potentially, all three. The creepy <em>drip drip slough~</em> associated with eldritch horrors and other spooks that accompanied bumps in the night.<br/><br/>It was not a paean associated with his own regalia of noise, that was for sure. Nor the ensemble of the woods surrounding him.<br/><br/>No sooner had Kaizen pried the sapphire loose had the overbearing shadow of capture drawn his eyes to the opening above. And there stood Lee and her capture spell of choice: a placid, viscous anathema he had no desire in touching. As any novice would, he wanted to gasp or cry out in surprise. It was the natural response. But Kiren's training had all but squashed out such reactions. In nearly every session, the kitsune swords-woman had reminded him to think on his feet. To sharpen his instincts and devise a response to immediate danger. After all, for years he had to live it. So Lee would be forgiven in being surprised if her prey put up a sudden tenable solution.<br/>Kaizen's response was resounding: With both hands raised, teeth gritted, Florian's fighting spirit began to stir as the young ancient's body became encased in a large divine orb. Barrier and shield techniques were a common staple in celestial casters, and resounded second in Kaizen's forte behind his healing capabilities. The impact was so strong, it even shoved the inner walls of the well outwards, as the protective shell stretched out ten...thirteen...fifteen...twenty...thirty feet in diameter. Naturally, this caused a small eruption in the earth around both Kaizen and his would-be captor above.<br/><br/>Kaizen's eyes sharpened, and his confidence began to well up within him. Kiren's tough-love in her training made for such a useful booster...not that he would ever admit it. But, assuming Lee wasn't caught up in the aftershock, Kaizen would raise up a hand to usher the barrier to float him up to Lee's level. "<strong>I don't know who you are, but I'd prefer to exchange a greeting with a stranger. Not a confrontation. Who are you?</strong>" To be frank, he felt rather impressed with the level of confidence he harbored within his gut. Little did he know Lee was far beyond his weight class in power. However, this was his first exchange of ability with another person. Prior to now, he had always been under Kiren's tutelage against either her or the occasional monster wondering the wilderness. The angelic runes on his protective barricade flared up with anticipation; assuming Lee was a rather untrustworthy conversationalist.<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/></em></div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong> ...because loved are you. "</strong></div>