#Mazino Urek

[ydotome]

I'll play with you, baby. - Kami no Tou S2 - Episode 6

[luclfrog]

I made this in celebration for the release of season 2 🔥

[waitingforsecretsouls]

[deiaiko]

#22.8 Badge

Viole sat by the window, watching Mr. Shibisu rummage through the medbay cabinets. Mr. Rak and Khun went to the cafeteria to get food, so there were only the three of them in the room.

Mr. Isu had been doing that the moment Mr. Agni left. And Viole grew curious. "What are you looking for, Mr. Isu? Maybe I can help."

"Oh, nothing. I'm just checking what they’ve got here. A good scout should use every opportunity well." Mr. Isu gave him a thumbs up. "Also, there's no need to be so formal to me, man. Just call me Isu."

Viole felt sheepish. Maybe he should grow out of this habit soon. "Okay, Isu."

Isu flicked his fingers. It seemed like he just remembered something. "Oh, right. Bam. I have something for you." Then proceeded to dig through his pocket. His face lit up when he found the thing.

Isu walked up to him, and handed him a badge. It looked like a feather, but shaped like an odd tree branch. "What is this?"

"That's a wing tree badge, a symbol of the organization called Wolhaiksong. Princess Yuri asked me to give it to you, back on the second floor."

"Miss Yuri…" He hadn't heard about her in a long time. He missed her. He hoped she was doing well. Did she know that he was still alive? Oh. He should apologize for losing the Black March, too. And retrieve it, so he could return it to her. Anaak should have it, right? He'd talk to her later.

"If I recall…she said, 'Urek Mazino is waiting for you on the seventy-seventh floor' when she handed that badge over."

"Seventy-seventh floor?" That'd be a high climb, maybe some years at best. Could he meet Miss Yuri there? "Who's Urek Mazino?"

"He's the co-founder of Wolhaiksong, an irregular, and also one of the top five strongest people in this tower! No joke."

Viole examined the badge. It was white and glossy, small enough that he could hide it between his hands. To think that this small item could hold so much value…It was pressuring. Just like when he was lended the Black March. But still, he was happy to be acknowledged and remembered by such important people. "Thank you, Isu."

"You're welcome." Isu replied cheerfully and sat back next to him, shoulders slouched like an invisible weight had just been lifted off him. "Man… it’s good to finally be able to give it to you."

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[the-messenger-hawk]

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[ureksbaby]

is this love?

summary : urek mazino trying to understand love

type : short fic

w.c : 1k

urek thought he loved women. small women, tall women; quiet women, feisty women; weak women, strong women. urek would say that he had a space in his heart for all of them. he had space for those that didn’t know him well, and so adored him. he had space for those that did know him, and so didn't. it didn’t matter to him, his heart was an overflowing void ready to share its space with any and all.

he was shameless in his love. for why should he be ashamed? his love for women was pure. they were soft, strong, beautiful and worthy of protection from someone like him. he was so full of space to love, so he loved all women, without restraint, showering them in affection. he flirted and courted and dated like it was the only thing he was good at.

being the strongest in the tower garnered a man plenty of attention. there was never a lack of women willing to be on the receiving end of his love. he was kept busy with them, but if it grew boring, he still had plenty to spare for the women who were up for more of a chase. there was enough women to keep him occupied.

then, after he thought that he loved women, he thought that he loved garam. the jahad princess was beautiful, that was doubtless. she was powerful, kind, and just by nature. hidden away, with her two of the 13 month series, she knew how to handle herself - she would be able to handle him. when he met her on the floor of death, he was sure of it: she was the one for him.

but she rejected him, and though he tried to rekindle his previous love for all women, dating any other woman just didn’t do it for him. he couldn't dampen the love he felt with senseless dating anymore. surely, it must be garam.

urek thought he simply loved women. urek thought he loved garam jahad. urek thought his barren heart would forever be full of space for others to love.

until he met you.

urek didn't know what it was about you. you were only a regular, residing on the 53rd floor after giving up on your ascent of the tower. at first, there didn't seem to be anything particularly special about you, but somehow urek knew.

perhaps it was the way that, while others may have be blessed with sun-kissed skin, you shone greater and warmer than the sun itself. he wondered if all those that were beautiful had simply come into contact with you and you had shared your beauty with them, like the sun shares light with the moon. it felt sinful to look at you. all children are told not to stare at the sun, but he is unable to listen when the sun in question is you. if staring at you meant going blind, he would stare until the image of you was permanently burned into his memory.

others may call the moon beautiful, but urek was sure that the moon only moved the tides to show you your own reflection in the waves, to witness the beauty you shared with it.

perhaps it was the sound of your voice; the way it said his name, like birdsong. the way you greeted him after a long time apart, asked him about his journey. you always seemed so eager to hear about him, when all he wanted was to hear your voice until the end of time. even the tower seemed to still when you spoke, as if craning to listen. however, he would oblige you, only in hopes of making you laugh.

urek would gladly never hear anything ever again if it meant he could always be blessed by the melody of your laughter.

perhaps it was your kindness, your selflessness, your unending capacity to love what others may consider unlovable. he watched you nurture the smallest plants into the biggest and beautiful flowers (he would say most, but they would have to compete with you for that title). he watched you nurse the weakest of cubs on the 53rd floor, until they were hideous, ferocious beasts, yet you never cowered from their ugliness. you even loved him, letting him into your home: caring, doting, nurturing.

it was rotten work, loving him, urek was sure. selfishly, he would allow himself to soak in whatever bliss you had to offer him for as long as you were willing to draw him up a bath of it.

urek knew that he loved you. he was sure. he knew that he was surely in love when he presented you with a barracuda scale, a memento of his sobriquet

'a piece of me to keep you company while i'm away.' he had told you.

'i'll keep it close to my heart, then.' you had replied.

however, despite him being completely sure this time that he was in love with you, there was a nagging fear that remained. he had thought he loved all women; he had thought he loved garam; what if he only thought he knew he loved you?

he sought out the advice of those he could think to be helpful.

he asked yuri, what she thought of his love for you.

she had raised an eyebrow,

'you? love a regular? pfft, yeah right. that's just some weird perverted fantasy of yours.'

maybe yuri was right. it felt fantastical to be around you. it felt almost unreal. could any living being be so lucky?

he also asked garam.

she had scoffed,

'well, if your 'love' for me was anything to go by, then i wish the poor soul luck.'

was garam right? was being loved by him really such a curse?

finally, he asked baek ryun, confessing his troubles to his best friend,

baek ryun had sighed,

'i think you're asking the wrong people.'

ryun was right. he was asking the wrong people. he needed to ask you.

so, urek returned to you at your cottage on the 53rd floor, surrounded by the biggest and (not quite the most) beautiful flowers, guarded by hideous, ferocious beasts. he heard your greeting of welcome like bird song when he entered. he took in your beauty that shone with all the intensity of the sun when he laid eyes on you. with his overflowing heart now void of any space left for loving anything else in the world, he asked you,

'y/n, is this love?'

to which you smiled, cradling his face in your tender, loving hands, and simply replied:

'yes.'

[tash-sho-sho]

I'm SO excited for season 2 of Tower of God, and I hope, HOPE they don't try to do the same thing as season 1 where they put like 78 chapters in 13 episodes.

I want to see Karaka and of course, more of my beloved Yuri, she has been one of my favorite characters since I first saw her! Ugh. Urek is a MUST, however.

In fact, there are many chacater I want to see animated, but they most likely won't show up until season 3 or 4. That's why I'm begging to the tower/gods/Jahad to make this anime a success because if not, I'm going to cry on a corner.

Also, have anyone noticed the differences between season 1 and season 2? They look a "lil" different.

Tumblr is acting up so I can't show it, but anyway, it's very drastic!

I'm excited for this new season☆

[secretsoffish]

Urek Mazino and Garam Jahed would be that couple that breaks up and gets back together every other week. In my mind Hell Joe didn't lose his memories and he's like their friend who they force to be mediator. Garam gets mad and Is like "I'll just take HELL JOE to this event instead". Like Garam and Urek are together and Hell Joe is Also There.

[clyde-wy]

We're joining the Wolhaiksong with this one!!

[meliohy]

Just two high ranker besties hanging out

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[waitingforsecretsouls]

[qweaenr]

TOWER OF GOD M 2/3

[now-a-witch]

Plz he is but a baby! Leave him alone! He should be having a nice meal with all his friends who care about him 😭😭😭😭

[grimmscythe]

My love for Urek Mazino knows no bounds