Light and dark shades of brown dominate the view. Our eternal primordial spring goddess greets us inside this gallery of maple, mahogany, birch and various other types of wood that’s been used in the construction of this part of her palace. Every inch of this scenery is expensive, full of elegance and renders the average eye almost too unworthy. Do not be discouraged, however, as Sakisama is not here to judge and discriminate you by your worth. She’s already done that the minute she decided she’d arrive in the desperate scene of EBWF. She knows how any of you are specifically worth, but she allows her gospel to reach you either way. Her generosity truly knows no bounds.
This is no meaningless visit either, in fact, it’s quite easy to tell that the occasion is a tad more special than the other times she’d decided to bless the masses with her presence. Instead of her in-ring attire or a more grandiose dress that would reflect her origins as a revolution-era French aristocrat … Sakisama had decided to go for a more modern look … a sleeveless and tight dress of dark grey fabric. A teasing smile decorates her divine face, a teasing and knowing smile. As she stares into your eyes, she knows exactly what you’re thinking. She’s more than ready to answer your unspoken queries, all she asks at this moment is your patience, as she’s giving you her own in spades.
Sakisama: “I’m not a woman of the past, nor am I a woman of the future. I’m not a woman of present either. Even though I am quite proud of my roots, I will not give you the opportunity to think that I can be defined by a simple time period. I am eternal, a woman of all times. So, do not be surprised that I can make even this simple dress look the most eloquent of garments. Don’t let the ugly ducklings of the world fool you, it’s the woman who makes the dress.”
These words of wisdom are followed by Sakisama turning her back, staring at the spacious room. By the horde of big shelves all over the place and the corks sticking out of the bottles stored in those shelves … it should be pretty clear that The French Aristocrat has gone down to the enormous wine cellar under her estate.
Sakisama: “Simple, frivolous, elegant or grotesque … any kind of dress is made by tailors weaving their threads and the oldest tailors of them all are certainly not slacking lately!”
There’s a certain delight in her voice. A type of delight that can be easily interpreted as a sadistic kind.
Sakisama: “For you see, even the fates don’t like to keep a woman like me waiting. I will not be lingering with the likes of the brutish lass kickers or self-proclaimed bad bitches anymore. For fates have brought the one I seek right against me. Ah, Maika-chan, you can’t even comprehend just how much I wanted you to step up to me since the moment you started going around and lashing out against everybody … just because you were too weak to protect the one you really loved!”
The hint of sadism grows ever more concrete as her smirk and even her laugh sounds ever so devilish to the average eye. But for Sakisama, this is as true as her feelings get. Her whole being beams with joy at this moment.
Sakisama: “I am so used to all the people who think I’ve wronged them sink and slip away as they would allow themselves to get crushed by the ideas they have about me in their minds before trying to lay a single finger on me. But you … oh Maika-chan … you are fueled so hard by your lost love that you’re actually going to give me everything you got. Everything you will show will be so unrefined … so raw … that I’m going to make sure I enjoy every single second of taking all your anger. And show you that even during your most desperate, you won’t be able to lay a scratch on my skin. I will truly show you what Becky and Allysin failed to get out of me. Those two were mere obligations, call them formalities. But you … Maika-chan … I will enjoy breaking.”
Her calm, composed and serene voice grows ever passionate as Maika continues to drive her thoughts. At the end, Sakisama is almost shrieking her declaration.
Sakisama: “So, come at me, Maika-chan. You want to be an Empress, don’t you? You want your revenge? Fight me. Hit me. Take your revenge. Show me your anger. Show me your grief. Show me your remorse. Show me your desire. I will take all of them. I will take everything from you, I will take every single thing that makes you, you. I will consume you, little Empress.”
Her hand gently traces the shelves, her finger taps at several bottles, drawing noises as she goes.
Sakisama: “And after all of that, what becomes of you will simply be up to you. You can remain as an empty little shell, yet another worthless pretender who got what she simply deserved .. or … you can realize that you have another option. An option … if you’re worthy enough … you will take on your own anyway.”
She stops her mingling around the bottles, instead, her hand just grabs the handle of the bottle she has stopped at.
Sakisama: “You will either perish … or you will allow me to fill you. I can and will replace everything I’ve taken and will take from you. I will break you and re-make you in my image. Your revenge, anger, grief, remorse … none of those will matter anymore. You will be just like my dear Utami, shaped by my endless love … given a new and glorious purpose of eradicating ugliness across EBWF. And Maika-chan … like I said … this is simply a choice. If you think the appropriately-named Jumbo wanted you to waste yourself on taking her futile revenge … then you can die on that endeavour. But if your dear Himeka had loved you … then she’d want you to be happy and loved more than anything else. Maika-chan, show me how strong your love is.”
Finally, she takes the bottle from the shelf, her hand running through the glassy surface.
Sakisama: “Love … ah, love … show me … show me everything.”
Her steps take her to the tasting corner. She gets herself a wine glass immediately, pouring the bottle she’d just acquired from the shelves.
Sakisama: “Love … hatred … they are truly the same sides of the same coin .. aren’t they? You hate Utami so much, you hate me so much because you loved your Himeka so much. Ah, you fool, why must you be so amusing, you utter fool?”
Even as she raises the glass to her lips to taste her wine, her rather more erratic composure makes her look and act like she’d already been drunk. But what might she be drunk off …is not quite wine, is it?
Sakisama: “Love is universal … love is treacherous … love is all-consuming. It makes beasts of all of us.”
The glass tilts gently in her hand, making small waves of blood-red wine which Sakisama dutifully watches.
Sakisama: “Maika-chan, I wish you could feel how fast my heart is beating right now. Only a few days away before we finally meet. Only a few days before you grace me with your beautiful, unrefined feelings. Only a few days before I purge the dreams of empires and princesses from your silly little head. The tournament may mean something to the other plebeians, but between the two of us … Maika-chan … I think we both want something more personal.”
Her face is growing as red as the wine, her eyes gleam with indescribable hues.
Sakisama: “Oh … there’s so much I can teach you. Maika-chan … come fight me.”
Then follows a giggle which you wouldn’t be blamed for thinking that it belongs to a schoolgirl rather than a high noble.
Sakisama: “Come fight me. I saw your raw feelings destroy that indecent sow Shirakawa and I loved it. I want the same, no, no, no. I want more. Hold nothing back and by that I mean absolutely nothing. Let everything melt and become yet another story. Let it fill another bottle, I’ll gladly put it here, in this cellar that holds thousands of bottles and stories. Give me everything, Maika. And in return, I’ll give you everything. I’ll teach you what love truly is.”
With a big sip, she downs her wine before her gaze turns to the camera.
Sakisama: “Come fight me. In that endeavour, you’ll truly find who Sakisama is. You’ll find the strength that ripped the insolent Queen’s Court and took the fallen queen as her adoring servant. You’ll find the beauty that defines generations. You’ll find that both of those are really the same material, indivisible and incorruptable.”
With one last big smile, Sakisama ends this address.
Sakisama: “Come fight me and in that endeavour, you’ll truly find who Maika is.”
This is no meaningless visit either, in fact, it’s quite easy to tell that the occasion is a tad more special than the other times she’d decided to bless the masses with her presence. Instead of her in-ring attire or a more grandiose dress that would reflect her origins as a revolution-era French aristocrat … Sakisama had decided to go for a more modern look … a sleeveless and tight dress of dark grey fabric. A teasing smile decorates her divine face, a teasing and knowing smile. As she stares into your eyes, she knows exactly what you’re thinking. She’s more than ready to answer your unspoken queries, all she asks at this moment is your patience, as she’s giving you her own in spades.
Sakisama: “I’m not a woman of the past, nor am I a woman of the future. I’m not a woman of present either. Even though I am quite proud of my roots, I will not give you the opportunity to think that I can be defined by a simple time period. I am eternal, a woman of all times. So, do not be surprised that I can make even this simple dress look the most eloquent of garments. Don’t let the ugly ducklings of the world fool you, it’s the woman who makes the dress.”
These words of wisdom are followed by Sakisama turning her back, staring at the spacious room. By the horde of big shelves all over the place and the corks sticking out of the bottles stored in those shelves … it should be pretty clear that The French Aristocrat has gone down to the enormous wine cellar under her estate.
Sakisama: “Simple, frivolous, elegant or grotesque … any kind of dress is made by tailors weaving their threads and the oldest tailors of them all are certainly not slacking lately!”
There’s a certain delight in her voice. A type of delight that can be easily interpreted as a sadistic kind.
Sakisama: “For you see, even the fates don’t like to keep a woman like me waiting. I will not be lingering with the likes of the brutish lass kickers or self-proclaimed bad bitches anymore. For fates have brought the one I seek right against me. Ah, Maika-chan, you can’t even comprehend just how much I wanted you to step up to me since the moment you started going around and lashing out against everybody … just because you were too weak to protect the one you really loved!”
The hint of sadism grows ever more concrete as her smirk and even her laugh sounds ever so devilish to the average eye. But for Sakisama, this is as true as her feelings get. Her whole being beams with joy at this moment.
Sakisama: “I am so used to all the people who think I’ve wronged them sink and slip away as they would allow themselves to get crushed by the ideas they have about me in their minds before trying to lay a single finger on me. But you … oh Maika-chan … you are fueled so hard by your lost love that you’re actually going to give me everything you got. Everything you will show will be so unrefined … so raw … that I’m going to make sure I enjoy every single second of taking all your anger. And show you that even during your most desperate, you won’t be able to lay a scratch on my skin. I will truly show you what Becky and Allysin failed to get out of me. Those two were mere obligations, call them formalities. But you … Maika-chan … I will enjoy breaking.”
Her calm, composed and serene voice grows ever passionate as Maika continues to drive her thoughts. At the end, Sakisama is almost shrieking her declaration.
Sakisama: “So, come at me, Maika-chan. You want to be an Empress, don’t you? You want your revenge? Fight me. Hit me. Take your revenge. Show me your anger. Show me your grief. Show me your remorse. Show me your desire. I will take all of them. I will take everything from you, I will take every single thing that makes you, you. I will consume you, little Empress.”
Her hand gently traces the shelves, her finger taps at several bottles, drawing noises as she goes.
Sakisama: “And after all of that, what becomes of you will simply be up to you. You can remain as an empty little shell, yet another worthless pretender who got what she simply deserved .. or … you can realize that you have another option. An option … if you’re worthy enough … you will take on your own anyway.”
She stops her mingling around the bottles, instead, her hand just grabs the handle of the bottle she has stopped at.
Sakisama: “You will either perish … or you will allow me to fill you. I can and will replace everything I’ve taken and will take from you. I will break you and re-make you in my image. Your revenge, anger, grief, remorse … none of those will matter anymore. You will be just like my dear Utami, shaped by my endless love … given a new and glorious purpose of eradicating ugliness across EBWF. And Maika-chan … like I said … this is simply a choice. If you think the appropriately-named Jumbo wanted you to waste yourself on taking her futile revenge … then you can die on that endeavour. But if your dear Himeka had loved you … then she’d want you to be happy and loved more than anything else. Maika-chan, show me how strong your love is.”
Finally, she takes the bottle from the shelf, her hand running through the glassy surface.
Sakisama: “Love … ah, love … show me … show me everything.”
Her steps take her to the tasting corner. She gets herself a wine glass immediately, pouring the bottle she’d just acquired from the shelves.
Sakisama: “Love … hatred … they are truly the same sides of the same coin .. aren’t they? You hate Utami so much, you hate me so much because you loved your Himeka so much. Ah, you fool, why must you be so amusing, you utter fool?”
Even as she raises the glass to her lips to taste her wine, her rather more erratic composure makes her look and act like she’d already been drunk. But what might she be drunk off …is not quite wine, is it?
Sakisama: “Love is universal … love is treacherous … love is all-consuming. It makes beasts of all of us.”
The glass tilts gently in her hand, making small waves of blood-red wine which Sakisama dutifully watches.
Sakisama: “Maika-chan, I wish you could feel how fast my heart is beating right now. Only a few days away before we finally meet. Only a few days before you grace me with your beautiful, unrefined feelings. Only a few days before I purge the dreams of empires and princesses from your silly little head. The tournament may mean something to the other plebeians, but between the two of us … Maika-chan … I think we both want something more personal.”
Her face is growing as red as the wine, her eyes gleam with indescribable hues.
Sakisama: “Oh … there’s so much I can teach you. Maika-chan … come fight me.”
Then follows a giggle which you wouldn’t be blamed for thinking that it belongs to a schoolgirl rather than a high noble.
Sakisama: “Come fight me. I saw your raw feelings destroy that indecent sow Shirakawa and I loved it. I want the same, no, no, no. I want more. Hold nothing back and by that I mean absolutely nothing. Let everything melt and become yet another story. Let it fill another bottle, I’ll gladly put it here, in this cellar that holds thousands of bottles and stories. Give me everything, Maika. And in return, I’ll give you everything. I’ll teach you what love truly is.”
With a big sip, she downs her wine before her gaze turns to the camera.
Sakisama: “Come fight me. In that endeavour, you’ll truly find who Sakisama is. You’ll find the strength that ripped the insolent Queen’s Court and took the fallen queen as her adoring servant. You’ll find the beauty that defines generations. You’ll find that both of those are really the same material, indivisible and incorruptable.”
With one last big smile, Sakisama ends this address.
Sakisama: “Come fight me and in that endeavour, you’ll truly find who Maika is.”