Nujah-The Goddess Child

After a small incident between little Nujah and Maria, Naraka gave her a short but firm scolding. As punishment, Maria was sent to her room and separated from her beloved bird, Cotton, for a full day.

It was a quiet drama—brief, but enough to sting.

Naraka, knowing Nujah needed someone more stable and calm to train with for now, called someone into the room.

The door opened, and a tall woman stepped in—dressed in a sleek black gown, with long dark hair and sharp eyes behind elegant glasses.

With a snap of her fingers and a serious tone, Naraka declared:

"Mabaki, for now, you'll be his instructor."

Mabaki opened her mouth to respond, but Naraka interrupted, sharper now:

"You may use your ability only to help him focus. If anything else happens… you know the consequences."

Mabaki bowed her head slightly and replied in a calm, respectful tone,

"I understand, Mother. I'll guide his training to the best of my ability."

Naraka smiled, lighter this time.

"Well then, what are you waiting for?"

Mabaki approached Nujah with slow, assured steps, offered him a polite greeting, then gently took his hand and led him to the old training ground.

With a soft voice, she asked,

"What were you working on last, little Nujah?"

But before she could answer, a small bird shrieked and dived straight for Mabaki's hair.

Nujah blinked, smiling slightly.

"That's Maria's bird," he said.

The bird fluffed its feathers aggressively and circled Mabaki's head, chirping with defiance—

as if to say, "You'll never replace her."

Mabaki leaned down calmly, her voice patient but steady.

"I'm only here because our mother asked me to be."

The bird paused, then clicked its beak with warning.

"I think she's testing you," Nujah said, shrugging.

The bird let out one final trill, then perched right in Mabaki's hair—still staring her down.

Taking a slow breath, Mabaki turned to Maria, who had been watching quietly.

"You do know this situation is your fault, don't you?" she said with calm severity.

Maria turned her eyes away, saying nothing.

Mabaki continued,

"Even if our brother lost his focus, this was his first attempt. None of us started from the top. Naraka reminded me of that, too."

The words hit something inside Maria. She stared down at the floor, silent.

Nujah spoke up gently,

"I think you hurt her a little too much, sis…"

Mabaki sighed.

"You only taught her in the best way you knew. And... even if it was short, he managed to pull off an advanced illusion from the elders.

That's a real achievement.

You should be proud, Maria."

Maria leaned her head softly against Mabaki's side, her sadness lifting slightly.

After a moment, Mabaki gave a small grin and said,

"Alright, that's enough sulking," and then suddenly lifted Maria high into the air.

Maria shrieked with a voice louder than any bird could ever manage.

Mabaki fell back onto the grass, finally relaxing.

Nujah remained standing, unsure.

He asked seriously,

"Isn't that too much force? Won't it hurt her?"

Mabaki, eyes closed, replied:

"That kind of strength doesn't even tickle Maria. You don't need to worry."

Then, gazing up at the sky:

"She's probably off visiting her friends up there by now…"

Opening her eyes again, Mabaki turned toward Nujah, her tone firmer now.

"You're in the capital of Shiora, Nujah. Here, no one is allowed to harm another.

Not only is it forbidden—it's impossible.

Unless it's under direct combat training, even a feather out of place is beyond our strength when it comes to each other."

Then, turning to him fully:

"Now sleep, little brother," she said with a commanding voice.

Without hesitation, Nujah threw himself onto the grass.

"So… what do we do next?" he asked.

Mabaki closed her eyes with a soft sigh,

"First, we shut our mouths and go to sleep."

Before Nujah could even open his mouth again, she gently used her ability to lull him into rest.

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