Rwby volume 6 ep 3
As much as the young man didn't want to doubt the words of the teacher he once learned from, he wanted to know the truth himself. Pastoria, ever the straightforward person he was, recounted the time how Salem had defied the gods for distorting the delicate balance of life and death, which resulted the extinction of first humans of Remnant. "As Ozma and his old mentor recounted the years that happened ever since he died, with Ozma telling his master of the task he was entrusted to by the God of Light. But it's great to see you again, my young intrepid friend." Pastoria smiled as held him by the shoulders. "Well, I didn't think he'd actually- Not that I doubted, of course. He reached for the tanned man's forehead and smiled when he felt magic and the soul of his young apprentice inside him. When Pastoria turned around to face the intruder of his room, he was surprised. Now if you'll just leave my room that would be much-" "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I don't sign autographs. Gods, I don't even know when's the last time I- Oh, right, when the Gods wiped out humanity from existence." The sorcerer reminisced, albeit in sarcasm, without looking to the person entering his room. Now there's a title I haven't quite heard in. Pastoria?" Ozma called out as he entered the room. I've always found these drinks quite dreadful." He spat as he places his flask back inside his coat. From a powerful sorcerer, to an almost-amusing entertainer for the mass."Īfter Master Pastoria finished with his performance, Ozma followed him backstage and into his room, where he found him drinking on a flask. surprise Ozma experienced as he realized how fallen his status his old mentor had become. So, you'd have to understand the great amount of. It was he who had taught him everything he knew. "D uring Ozma's time, Master Pastoria was a renowned powerful sorcerer with a great degree of magical strength and skill, despite being only a few years older than him. To say shocked would be an understatement, when he saw his former mentor walk up the stage with an almost flamboyant attitude, which wasn't how his mentor acted at all, performing small feats of magic that seemed mediocre to someone like Ozma, but incredibly wonderful for the "normal" people. The young man found himself comfortably seated amongst the crowd as he waits for the performer. Because he will amaze! He will astound! Come and watch th e great, and powerful magician of Remnant!"Īs Ozma went and entered the large tent, where a large crowd had already gathered in front a decent stage. "Wanna see some real magic Come in and step on right up, ladies and and gents. The environment around Ozma changes from the streets of the city to a large tent, where he sees a large of poster of a man wearing a long staff and a magician's hat is plastered on it. the great and powerful magician of Remnant." And without the blessing of the gods, no one could perform magic like mankind was once capable of, no one but himself, a woman named the witch, and a man known as. Creatures known as the Faunus bore fangs and claws and were locked away in cages. "Ozma had found himself in a world completely unfamiliar to him.