Tout le monde est un gagnant.
Pressé dans le coin de la grande salle dans une tentative de se rendre aussi imperceptible que possible, Naoko ne pouvait gémir intérieurement à cette ligne singulière qui s'est évanouie de la bouche de la Voix du Changement. N'était-ce pas déraisonnable? Tout le monde est gagnant? Non, de tous les gens d'ici, elle était probablement la seule Einherjar à s'être retrouvée dans ce bordel par accident. Frappant son anneau nerveusement, elle se tourna d'un individu à l'autre, et mourut un peu plus à l'intérieur. Uwah, toutes ces personnes hautement individualisées. Des aristocrates aux cheveux roses sautant des verres de vin. Des mecs déshonorés habillés en ninja garb. Toute une série de bizarres traquent, mangeant de la nourriture libre et buvant du vin libre.
Ah, ça craint.
Nul doute qu'ils faisaient tous des choses comme scruter la compétition ou mettre en place des traqueurs magiques insidieux ou quoi qu'ils aient fait d'autre. Ce type aux yeux bizarres l'a particulièrement rampée dehors et elle a instinctivement balayé derrière une tour de champagne pétillant alors que son regard balayait la pièce. Quelques autres, après avoir reçu la bague, sont allés après la Voix du Changement, sans doute intéressé à obtenir encore plus de goodies, mais Naoko? Elle resta en place, s'assura que son col de train était encore dans ses poches, et se versa un grand verre d'alcool. Le liquide limpide avait une forte odeur, et elle prit une grosse gorgée sans hésitation.
Elle a brûlé l'intérieur de sa bouche et de sa gorge, des esprits qui ont lugeghammer toutes les pensées gênantes et les soucis hors de sa tête. Penchant contre les rideaux, Naokos yeux rouges tracés vers le haut aux lustres scintillants. Comme c'est beau. Éphémère. Transigeant.
Comme des fleurs coupées, flétrissant une fois que le vase sèche.
Et comme une fille s'est levée à son rendez-vous pour le bal, Naoko a laissé sortir un long soupir.
"Ah, c'est une suceuse.
"Sorry, just give me a bit to sulk, ok?"
Naoko Bushiro
5'6 | 20 Years Old

Personality: Warm and vivacious, Naoko Bushiro is a twenty-year old woman who likes to care for flowers and thinks that water is just as delicious as pop if you work hard before drinking it. Though she sometimes gets moody if things get too difficult, she’s a reliable individual who always manages to grin and bear it before she stumbles and crumbles. After all, she’s young, she’s got a job, and there’s no way in hell she’s going to let something like a battle to the death between mages stop her from fulfilling her dream of travelling all around the world. For Naoko, it isn’t a battle to grant her wish. It’s a battle to stay alive until she can give up.
Brief History: The Bushiro family didn’t really want to get involved to begin with. Ragnarok was too heavy of a weight to put on a clan of mages as insignificant as themselves, after all. But, regardless of whether or not the family wanted to, the talent that Naoko had as a magician couldn’t be ignored. As a precocious child, she had mastered the basics by the time she was seven years old, and when she was ten, her skills caught the eyes of a more influential clan within Japan. They were having difficulty finding a suitable heir, and once the existence of an insignificant family with a significant daughter was made known, Naoko found herself engaged to their son by the age of 13.
That sorta sucked. As a matter of fact, she really didn’t like that. She didn’t like that so much that, while puberty was still making her do stupid things, a particularly melodramatic Naoko made the painfully retarded decision of finding a foggy old Einherjar, asking him for his Seed, and then eating that thing at his deathbed. Death or freedom, that’s what Naoko thought.
Turned out she just got lucky, and didn’t just die horrifically. Also turned out that she became superhuman. And, as a result, she could just tell all of them to fuck off, because Naoko could live her own life now, being the physically overpowering, near-immortal existence she was. She graduated from high school with flying colors, got an internship at some foreign place, and soon, Naoko was on the highway to a successful, international life.
Then she got drunk one night and found out the next morning that she signed a magical contract to fight for a certain family during Ragnarok, which just so happened to be occurring in the town she lived in.
And it also turned out that the company she got an internship from didn’t actually exist.
Fuck.
Magic: For Naoko, the basics are the best…and are also the only ones she really learned, because after becoming an Einherjar, she sorta didn’t care any more about magical training. After all, she didn’t die even if a truck hit her, and she could run faster than Usain Bolt, so really, there was no REAL point in learning super fancy spells. For that reason, this silver-haired girl just wears a ring, with dozens of simple spells inscribed on the inside. That silver ring is her spellbook, containing magic arrows, barriers, physical enhancement, and her personal favorite, FIRE BOLTUUU.
Yggdrasil Seed: Naoko’s Yggdrasil Seed manifested itself in a literally unbreakable cane that can be used both for whacking baddies in the head and for looking fashionable in the bloody British place that is New Sealand. Simple is best, after all.