WEEK TWELVE CONTENDERS: NYCSPTIZ (5-2) vs BROKENHAL0 (6-4) SPITZ WINS 3-0

[NYCSPITZ]

Coined rosaries adorn the wall behind this unflappable veteran
sutra scrolls ripe for brushstrokes - the kanji of her magical lettering
Shinto code cold, watch her heart dance on a precipice:
masking a genesis; triple checking spells, pages flashing; she checks the pieces
Asako combing tomes - THOUSANDS of grimoires til she grasped their exegesis…
Her assembled thesis: a mix of dark shinto, bedouin lore and zen’s completeness
She spent hours in old mountain shrines that were wrecked into pieces
Knowing her task could never be left uncompleted…
The spirits guided her. Her powers continued to form
into one of the most powerful mages present in the Shinjuku Ward -
Had conversations w baku the dream eater that were truly astounding
& fought bakemono and oni at the very foot of Fuji mountain…
talked to Shojo the drunken ape; the bastard just laughed
“Best demoness in Japan? You’ve gotta level up faster than that…”
she fought gashadokuro, who was invisible & “indestructible” too
Slayed him quick. Country on notice - she was busting a move
Captured Tengu like evening cicadas, they’d play felicitous roles
Once she contained the essence of their proud, mischievous souls …

Asako trained her Tengu til they became the messengers & forte of her creed
Brought them to life. They whispered secrets over shortcake and tea
The underworld noted Asako may be building an army to brew up violence
Gossip spread from Hokkaido to the penal colony of the ryukyu islands…
She knew they’d talk shit. All of the omens portended this
They didn’t know the glory of her vision: the disowning of wretchedness.
This great island was filled with hikikomori. They’d scour manga or read
“Social anxiety”…pfft, it might as well have been a phantom disease.
One that her army of Tengu and her plans could relieve
With adamant steez, then the country might even manage to breathe…
You see the culture was at a tipping point
Tokyo was an egregore of suppression, hatred & greed. a maze of their dreams
Filled with heroes who never found it in them to say what they mean
So the task was a simple & targeted, yet such a glorious plan
To pour Bushio spirit into these outcasts, & bring back the soul of Japan…
Sitting in rooms playing games, eating delivery food
Their potential was lost, & honestly it was killing the mood
Until the tengu were released one night by Asako, who ordered:
”Fill them with the truth….”

The global zeitgeist shifted that night. They say the sky glowed in lavender hues
As “evil” Asako unveiled her ingenious, magical ruse -
Notice the television uproar - every single major bulletin read:
“EVERY HIKIKOMORI IN JAPAN GOES OUTSIDE -
& THEY’RE ACTING LIKE REAL WOMEN AND MEN”
What a swindle. The word spread of her numinous vision
& Asako was awarded medals at a conclave of druids and witches
The head speaker was an old wizard of brutal precision:


“Asako must be applauded for bravery in executing her luminous mission…
By activating the shadow in pathetic women, and dudes who were bitches
We’ve re-animated hope in the Bushido code, hope in Japan
in our spirit as animals who’d gone hopelessly mad.
Every few centuries a genius arrives to us with positive grace
And seeds of hope grow. Thus The need for magic washes away
We’ll lose our powers, but stay true to your magical vibes
they’ll be lost one full moon after the lavender Sky
But party like it’s 1647. That’s something u maggots have earned
Maybe We’ll be the ghosts the next time that the magic returns…”