Ana Ral

His internal harmony refuses to solidify he can hold it now. Tobe doesn't resonate with his internal that is not what he is trying to do. He is trying to build the connection between the Sachi and his internal energy. Tobe can't shake the feeling that vanta black internal energy is looking at him. The other colours of harmony are like stars in its darkness. He works for hours, getting no closer to forming a traditional Sachi. Moulding thought into form is difficult. He isn't sure what to do. He only has two skills.

"Am an idiot, aren't I?" Tobe has two techniques: one is controlling his internal harmony, and the other is controlling external harmony. He has been for the past three hours, trying to use only his internal control. It made sense to him since it's his internal energy, but once it is outside his body, it became almost impossible to control.

💬"..."

Tobe exalts while harmonizing with his internal energy. Now it moves as Tobe wants. The lights thin into a flat blade, each of harmony's colours twisting tight before his internal black cloud covers it completely and forms a scabbard. It sits nicely to his side. He passes out, leaving himself with only less than a day to save his mother.

The system wakes him as before...

💬"Congratulations on creating a Songed-Sachi. This blade will last until harmony shatters."

"That's rather ominous." Tobe is can feel his Sachi, it like another limb perfectly naturally. It is the early morning of the fifth day when he makes out into the hall. Lucky for him, the snow takes more than a month to return. He has also missed the induction ceremony, not that it matters. The end-of-year graduation will determine his future. He needs strength to save his mother.

"I'm a Foster now. Where is my reward?" Tobe walks in complete darkness, not realising his senses have already improved.

💬"Not yet. You have two of the three requirements. First, you have taken a piece of harmony within yourself. Second, you have given of your harmony to the world. What you are lacking is the resonance produced by these two methods. You call it a Harm.

Tobe can't believe what he is hearing. A Harm is when an honoured develops a unique ability, usually based around the type of resonance technique they use. The system corrects Tobe again.

💬" The poorly named Harm is your unique harmony which you express as you grow stronger. It is with you from the moment you are born. The most talented can even activate it before their day of resonance. Only by exalting yourself with harmony can you find your Harm."

Tobe knows someone like that they have a tube channel and streams all the time, but those people are a million in one and they are always part of the noble families. It is a fact that is known throughout the kingdom. What makes a harm special is that they are super strong. All any foster with a Harm has always been a genius. "How long will it take?"

💬"There is no doubt, only do."

Inside the imperial palace, which is a tribute to gluttony and waste. Sits a man with an ugly expression. He is the ambassador of the Dragon Federation. He has been in this backwater kingdom for a year in political exile. However, his luck changed three days ago. An Aladi woman was removed from Mount Harmony for refusing to believe her son is dead.

The people filmed her heroic stand, not knowing who she truly. "Ana, who would have thought you came all the way here." He holds the dream of his promotion, imagines the women of the federation and the delicious fruit wine.

A practised cough brings the ambassador back to the room. The snake merchant Calmoire is the one who discovered this truth first and even had his daughter kill one of her son's. "I don't mean to be rude while I'm happy about the letter of recommendation for my daughter. However, it doesn't help me today, as I have helped you."

"Indeed, you have done more than you know. I will speak to the king. While I'm not able to bring you into his favour, your family will rise. Take this as a gift. As long as you resonate around it you should see some breakthroughs." It is not what he wanted, he was hoping for a more monetary gift but he accepts. The ambassador is not someone he wants to insult in the slightest.

An aide of the ambassador from the kingdom of Luwani says, "The king has accepted your terms, my lord. You are free to remove the woman when you are ready." The ambassador is gleeful, handing out trinkets and gifts to those he has worked with while here.

Ana is appears before him in chains and hour later. Ana looks at the man. She doesn't recognise him at all. The ambassador grabs her by the neck disappoint he was sure she would use it on herself. "I know who are Ana, who you really are and I mean to return you to the Emir."

That word, his accent, Ana is shaking. He is from their home country. "I will give anything you want. Just leave my sons alone." She has to protect from their father's crime.

"I'm not an animal, Ral. I have no interest in children. The harvest is what I want. We will check your home if not there, then the Emir's forces can

"I don't belong to that shit. I never had the harvest." Ana can't believe someone from home is here. This is impossible. The boys are not ready. They still have years of development ahead.

"I'm not anymore either. I don't think you would have heard of me, but at least you can be the fire that reignites my ascension. My name, dear name, was Ancor Ral." The ambassador watches as it dawns on her who she is meeting.

"You died. We all watched you die at the battle of High Rao." Ana is looking at a living legend. Her family has a few heroes. The battle of High Rao changed everything for them, the rise of house Ral was secured that day.

"You were there? I didn't think you were born back then. No daughter, the Emir betrayed me."

"Then why not help, dear ancestor? I came here for a chance at revenge. I will bring Emir Kal Ral to his knees." Ana is seeping hate her words don't her ancestor. He is tired of being on the outside and wants to go home with his harmony silent. He just wants to live out the rest of life.

"No daughter, you can't stand against them. You are no better than me." He can see that her harmony has been harvested and rather crudely.

"Meet my son, test him. He is the amalgamation of my efforts. He doesn't know what I want him to do, but in him is my revenge." Ana uses her only chip, her boys. Those sweet children of hers, she wanted them to live a normal life, at least for a few more years.

"Fine!" Ancor takes her a remnant of harmony through his ring artefact dances around them, Ana guides them to her home. A small shabby thing, doors wide open and raided by the imperial guard. Ana runs inside panicked, shouting out for Geovanny and Tobe. Her boys are not anywhere to be found.

"I came here for what you took from the Emir." Ancor holds out his hand.

Ana turns to him, tears in her eyes. This is a pain she swore she would never experience again. " The only thing you and yours will ever get from me is death. Kill me and get it done with."

Ancor sighs, bring outs half Sachi, grabbing her by the hair, taking her outside. Where the aghast Tobe stands, he doesn't understand what is going on. The man in front of him is holding his mother.

"Ah, you must be the son. Ana, talk to him. It would be a waste for him to die, too." Ancor Ral doesn't want to kill an innocent child. He has had his fill of killing children.

"Where is your brother?" Ana tries to run to him, but Ancor's grip on her neck is deathly strong. She struggles but is on her knees. There is little she can do.

"Mom, let go of my mother." Ana has always been honest with them. Plus, given they are all three from different species, it would be pretty hard to say she gave birth to each of them. He usually only calls her mom when he wants something from Ana. Ancor smiles at the boy, nothing about Tobe standing out to him. Tobe is ordinary in every sense of the word.

"This is your revenge, he is nothing less than nothing." Ancor shakes her around, the folks gathering around don't matter to him. He is leaving with her head today. Old lady Arya`, a brittle old Raidi, is trying to call the police.