Fan Fiction Contest 1 - Community Entries

Fan Fiction Contest 1 - Community Entries

Chamod#8463

Origins of Aramar : Roku

Part 1

Suki Atsuko is from the Atsuko clan and fell in love with Yoshii Aramar. They get married and live in the peaceful city of Asashi. They both are working hard towards a peaceful Ninava.

Hiraga Atsuko, the leader of the Atsuko Clan & Suki’s father is ashamed of the action of his daughter. But he decides to not do anything about it as he loves her daughter so much.

His champion Niiro is not pleased with Hiraga’s decision but decides to obey his lord. 

But after twenty years, Hiraga dies. Leaving the leadership in Hirano (Hiraga’s son)’s hands.

Niiro kills Hirano to take the clan. Then he chooses Shimazu as his Champion. As soon as he gets to power he sends his assassin Matsura to kill Suki so that he is not challenged by anyone else. 

Part 2

Suki & Yoshii now have two sons namely Hatano & Roku. Hatano is 19 and Roku is 17.

Suki trains her eldest son Hatano with her powerful katana and Roku trains with his father’s Sai.

Suki & Yoshii’s peacekeeping is challenged by an extremist Aramar ninja Togashi. He threatens to kill Suki because she belongs to the Atsuko clan.

Meanwhile, Niiro’s assassin Matsura kills Suki with an Aramar poison dart so nobody will suspect the Atsuko clan for her murder.

Hatano discovering that his mother was killed by a poison dart, thinks that it was done by Togashi and kills him.

When the city guards came to the scene, Hatano attacks them with his mothers’ powerful katana in rage and the katana’s magic does serious damage to the city. Hatano then flees away to his grandfather not knowing that he is dead and his uncle was murdered just like his mother.

Part 3

Yoshii realizing what Hatano did, summons his youngest son, Roku. He sends Roku to find his elder brother and bring him home.

Yoshii tries to calm down the public uprising against his family for the crimes his son did. But in the process, he dies at the hands of his own people. 

Part 4

Hatano reaches the Atsuko clan and gets to know that his grandfather is dead and his uncle was murdered just like his mother. He decides to search for the person who did it.

While undercover, Hatano goes to a tavern to seek for information. There he meets Matsura who was drunken of his victories today. Hatano was there so sad and Matsura cools him down and Hatano becomes friendly with Matsura, then Hatano takes Matsura home because he was so drunk

On the way to Matsura’s home, Matsura reveals to Hatano why he is so happy today. He says he killed a traitor to his clan and got a huge reward from Niiro for it. 

Hatano realizes this is the man responsible for his mothers’ death and kills him, swearing to take revenge on Niiro.

Part 5

Devastated by the loss of his mother, Roku ran off searching for his elder brother, Hatano. By the time he came to the Atsuko clan, it was already nightfall.

When Roku finally found Hatano, he revealed what has exactly happened. And was now regretting what he did to Togashi and others.

Hatano was going to avenge his mother. Roku joined his brother and they both attacked Niiro and Shimazu together.

Hatano killed Shimazu but was met with deadly injuries, and unable to fight. Roku was defeated by Niiro and revealed that his father was killed by the Aramar.

Roku was offered to join the Atsuko and pledge loyalty to Niiro. Roku went on his knees as if he was going to swear an oath, and then suddenly struck Niiro dead with a ninja star

Part 6

Roku ran to his brother, who was bleeding and close to death. Hatano handed Roku their mother’s powerful katana. Roku held his brothers’ hand. “Don’t do the same mistakes I did” were his last words.

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dRəx .. NinjaZ#2793

The mother walked into the kitchen and placed the food in front of the twins. They had just turned 2 and were becoming more and more harder to manage for the single mother. Suddenly a huge ‘CRAAAASH!!!’ rattled the apartment, glass flew everywhere as two figures smashed through the apartment window. The mother screamed, immediately grabbing the twins and  cowered quickly towards the corner of the room. The mother looked at the two men, they had not even acknowledged her, they were totally focused on each other. She recognized  one of them was an Aramar guardian from his uniform, the other man was wearing dark clothing and she couldn’t see his face as it was covered by a red demon mask.  A sudden flash of steel flashed and both men were brandishing Katana blades, the Aramar guardian lunged forward and the two men were locked in battle. The mother had nowhere to go she was in the corner of the kitchen just a few metres from these men. “what is going on? Did they randomly stumble into my apartment while fighting? Am I that unlucky?” She thought to herself. “Please get out don’t hurt us!” she cried. The dark figure gracefully flipped back to where the mother was and in one swift motion grabbed her in a headlock using her as a shield between him and the Aramar guardian. “Let her go she doesn’t have anything to do with this’ The guardian demanded. “Please don’t hurt us I am all they have..” The mother muttered. At that precise moment in one fluid lightning fast motion the Aramar guardian let a shuriken fly at the dark figure..

…Any normal person wouldn’t have had the reflexes or skill to dodge the throwing star in time but this was no ordinary person. The dark figure had anticipated an action like this from the brash Guardian and was waiting for it, he quickly thrust the womans face in harms way lifting her like a rag doll. The shuriken plunged into the eyeball of the mother, “AIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!” she screamed. She then felt a burning sensation in her back and looked down, she could see the katana blade creeping out of her stomach, she dropped the twins to the ground, everything felt surreal she blacked out.

“NOOOOO!” The guardian yelled. The dark figure pulled his blade out of the mothers lifeless body and flung her forward at the guardian, with the guardian briefly distracted  he grabbed one of the twins and jumped back out of the broken window where they had both come from.

The Aramar Guardian quickly placed the mother on the ground, the remaining baby was screaming on the floor,  he was about to jump out of the window in pursuit when he recalled her words “..I am all they have”. He felt at fault, he had made the decision to throw the shuriken, he had failed. He grabbed the baby and quickly left in pursuit of the dark figure.

Little Ryu crept out from his bedroom where he had been hiding during the whole ordeal and ran to his mother and held her head in his hands “Mama noooo” tears started pouring out uncontrollably. The mothers eye flickered, she moved ever so slightly, “ryu” she whispered and pressed something small into Ryus hand “find your father…” and with that she passed. “Im sorry Mama please don’t go..” Ryu opened his hand and saw a small necklace with a coin, there was a strange symbol he didn’t recognize on it. It was the sign of the Daisuke clan. The infinite feeling of sadness and guilt started to pass for Ryu and he started feeling something he had never felt before it was rage, it was overwhelming him he wanted to find these two men and destroy them.

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Droptometrist-NinjaZ#1413

The wind-swept and ever-abrasive sands of time, although daunting, had served their grand purpose. Each individual grain played it's part in carving their newfound paths and streams for the Daisuke to follow forward on their journey.

During the 15th epoch of the great planetary cycle, the clan had found and lost many souls to the fire of tribulation. But after the smoke dissipated, a clearing in the thick brush brought new light to the forest floor, and sustenance to the seedlings that would soon emerge.

And as night fell time and time again, the vast shores of space crashed down all around them with merciless repetition, only to polish the most steadfast like smooth ocean stone and drift-wood washing ashore to uncharted lands.

Upon these new lands, new realizations were uncovered and new revelations were struck. One of the most pivotal of which encountered by Haruki, a young Daisuke hiking through the canyons. He was on a mission: foraging for a modest meal for his family after a long winter had almost depleted their reserves.

As he scaled the cliffside, crossing into the gorge of abundance, Haruki spotted a splash of color protruding from a large crevice in the boulders ahove. Over winter, some of the boulders must have shifted and fell, revealing a few spring flower heads and lush brush in the distance.

After scaling the cliff further the opening in the rocks offered a window into promising opportunity. The overgrowth was thick, and Haruki's senses told him that although danger may lie ahead, the chances of an unharvested bounty were too much to pass up.

He searched for hours, but to his dismay the brush was mostly brambles, wildflowers, inedible brush, and poisonous mushrooms. He did manage to find a few handfuls of acorns, and gathered what flowers he knew were edible in a satchel. Now it was time for a break to rest his soul and soak in the serenity of this dry alcove for a moment before retracing his steps back to the beaten path.

He said to himself "Well, at least I have a new place to retreat to and escape Rei's menacing and relentless harassments"

As Haruki made one last scan of the alcove, he noticed a lone juniper tree that had taken root in a deep crevice at the top of the crest, protruding almost sideways as if it had nearly fallen out. The juniper tree, tenacious and resilient, had managed to survive on only the rain dripping into the crack in which it had lodged itself long, long ago. Having no soil to tap into, it relied on what had gradually built up over many years by migrating debris and the organisms that lived and died in it's sparse and dwarfed canopy.

It appeared to have taken many blows from the creatures that encountered it, and by the harshness of the mountain weather. It's lower limbs were broken. It's bark was rough, aged, and emanated a deep sense of character. It's branches slowly winding, elegantly twisted, and miniaturized by restrictions that other trees growing in deep soil did not have.

It was then that revelation was delivered to young Haruki in the form of this bonsai tree. It was on this day that the young Daisuke gained a full appreciation the character and weathered beauty that often goes hand in hand with weathering the storm, and making the best out of limited resources.  He felt a strong affinity to the tree and a strange and deep recognition of himself and his clan within it.

When Haruki returned to his fellow clansmen they knew something significant must have happened, although Haruki stayed silent. At first he struggled to make sense of the revelation, and he knew this was important. After a few nights lying awake in bed, he had fully realized what he had seen, and what it meant.

The next day he summoned the clan. They were fully unaware of what they were about to see or how it would greatly aid their quests and morale for years to come.

Before this day, the Daisuke were but polished drift-wood, drifting upon the shores of a vast tyrannical ocean. After this day, the roots of the spirit of the Daisuke thickened immensely and gained a stronger foothold on the boulders of their ethos. Each branch carefully pruned and sculpted by the trials they faced. Their identity would be in many ways intertwined with the bonsai tree.

They felt as if they were in many ways the bonsai of the gods. Bonsai in human-form, they felt a deep affinity to the slow and steady growth of it's limbs. Each individually, and as a clan. The Daisuke partially linked their identity to this tree which they called Chizue Chiyo, meaning durability and a thousand generations.

Chizue Chiyo would help to guide and define their un-yielding will and determination that they derived from the natural phenomena that surrounded them. The spirits and patterns of nature embodied in their various forms are integral to their ethos.

...and when Haruki returned one day to Chizue Chiyo, he heard what he thought was a faint whisper. He turned around and searched the alcove but not a soul was to be found. Yet he sensed a strong and friendly presence nearby...

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Fino#1919

The Tragedy of Saisei

He was 16 years old when he smelled the scent of smoke outside, which he hasn’t smelt since he moved back to the village, away from the city and away from his father. The city air was much different than the air here, where it is either smelling fresh from the nature that engulfs his surroundings or if it is the aroma of different dinners being cooked by his neighbors. His mother was growing old, and he wanted to spend as much time as he could with her, which prompted his move back to the village. Even though his father and stepmother weren’t happy about him moving schools, they understood why. He looked at his mother who was sitting in the rattan chair across the room, focused on her phone. The blue light of the phone illuminated her face. As he studied his mother’s face, noticing how her wrinkles were more prominent now and her hair was completely grey, he felt confident in his decision to return to the village. The smell of the smoke was still filling his nose, but instead of it smelling like fresh food being cooked, it started to turn sour. He felt his vision starting to blur, but it eventually passed. As he was going to get water from the kitchen to see if that would help calm his nerves about the sudden change in his vision, he heard a scream outside. He runs outside to see the mother of one of his old friends from the village, Zenku, on the dirt road outside. Zenku is outside kneeling over her body, the scream came from her, yet there was no emotion on her face as she looked over the body now. From a distance, he could see that the mother was still breathing, and ran over to the couple. As he approached, Zenku’s eyes stayed put on her mother. He remembered when those eyes would be on him as they sparred when they were young children, training to be shinobi. It was a part of himself that he always connected with and still trained daily. But this was not the time to think about the past. He attempted to gain the attention of Zenku by waving his hand in front of her eyes and shouting in her face, frustrated by her stillness. Saisei looks down at her mother. There is nothing to make eye contact with. Her eyes are rolled to the back of her head and black dust is trailing down her nose to her cupid’s bow. His mind stalled. The mother’s breathing stopped. Saisei’s eyes trailed down her face to her chest, where he noticed that there was also a stab wound where her heart used to be pumping. He looked at Zenku, who had the same blood as her mother’s on her right hand. Zenku clears her throat. “You should check on your mother”. As he hears this, his vision fades. 

As his eyes open up and he gains consciousness he hears the cries of children screaming to their parents. Zenku is gone, her mother’s body remains. Saisei wipes his face, and he dizzily looks at the black dust on the back of his hand.

You should check on your mother. 

He gets the energy to lift himself onto his hands and knees and begins crawling towards his home. He starts to make his way up the stairs of his home. The door is open. He notices his mother crying, a familiar dark figure with a golden hummingbird pendant stands before her. His mother spots his exhausted form and begins pleading for her child’s life to an armed Aramar shinobi. He crawls towards his mother and raises himself to his feet, but not without struggle. Saisei falls back on his mother, as he is still feeling the effects of the smoke outside. He made eye contact with the shinobi before him. The shinobi handed the boy a tanto blade and ordered him to kill her. The boy tried to fight back but was eventually forced by the man to stab his own mother and take her life. In a state of shock young Saisei looked around to realize all the other children crying were forced to commit this same act to their parents. With all this anger built up, Saisei sought revenge on the clan that ordered this.

After a couple of years passed, the young Saisei trained in all of the Atsukos sacred teachings with the goal of revenge on the Aramar and the resurrection of his mother. Due to all of his past training with Zenku and the teachings of Atsuko, he soon became a worthy shinobi with advanced understanding of dark magic and had a strong ability to speak with the departed. His only obstacle was understanding the ways of resurrection. As he blindly rushed to learn this skill, spirits along the way would warn him of the terrors of necromancers and their use of resurrection spells. He ignored all warnings and proceeded to read about the use of a sacrifice in order to bring back the dead from any point in time. He figured the sacrifice of his mothers killer would suffice. He prepared for weeks learning the ins and outs of the ritual to bring his mother back to the land of the living. Once he felt comfortable, he headed out to seek revenge on the clan who murdered his mother.

After quite a long journey he arrived in the land of Aramar disguised as a merchant. He spent weeks traveling within the towns and villages of this new land. He searched everywhere, every cave, mountain, every restaurant and hotel for the golden hummingbird. After all he has been through, the loss of his mother, the years of training, and his travels far from home, he was left feeling defeated. That is until he ventured to the Aramar to find a house of significant size that had a golden humminbird statue right outside. As he approached the house he heard the sounds of children playing, this added a new layer of difficulty to Saisei’s plan even though he had gone through his mother’s death. He understood the innocence of children and waited until night while they were asleep to make his approach. 

The sun had set to the point where the sky was a yellowing orange and the cool breeze would rattle the leaves of the trees. Saisei understood what he had to do to get revenge and finally bring his mother back. He approaches the base of the house to see the only lights on are in the second-story window. As he scales the house his arms begin to get goosebumps from both the breeze but also the thought of killing, a concept he has trained for but has not truly thought about committing. He finally reaches the open window where he sees the man enter his bed next to his wife. The man is almost identical in size to the man two years back. With quick thinking, Saisei closes the window in hopes of having the man reopen the window and eventually dragging him out where he would finally sacrifice him. 

The bedroom lights shut off.

Moments later the window begins to open slowly and Saisei swiftly grabs the wrist of the person who had opened the window and their mouth to silence the screams. He could barely make out who the person was but had a good idea of who it was. He dropped to the ground with the person and quickly realised it was the wife. He panicked, not knowing what to do. He hit her with the blunt end of his Nagamaki, silencing her. As he rested her unconscious body to the ground he heard a noise from the bedroom.

The lights turned on.

He quickly rushes to the window to finish off the man who killed his mother. He gets into the room to see the panicked man. 

They make eye contact.

The man grabs a blade off of his wall and stares at Saisei. The man enters a form of a battle stance, signifying he is ready for a fight. 

Saisei freezes, he takes a deep breath in and as the man is about to attack, Saisei sees an opening in his defence and lunges towards the man. 

Blood trickles on to the wood floors.

Saisei, out of breath, looks back to see the man collapse to the ground. He had finally killed this man, but he felt empty; like it wasn't as satisfying as he thought it would be. Thinking for a second he remembered the blood sacrifice that must be made to revive his mother. Saisei dips his hands in the blood from the lifeless man and paints the floor and his face with it. He begins the ritual by chanting what he practiced from the sacred texts. The floor where the blood was smothered began to illuminate a purple color. That is when he cut the body to release more blood into the ritual. The light grew more powerful. He then added his mothers hair he had found from her old hair brush into the ritual area. 

The floor began to open.

As it opened Saisei looked into it. It seemed as if it was a portal to a realm undiscovered. He saw his mother. She smiled at him and reached her hand towards him. As he tears up he reaches his hand into the door between dimensions and grabs his mothers hand. He begins to pull. Having to use all his strength he clenches his eyes shut and uses all of his strength to pull her out. As he feels his mother breach through the floor he falls back.

He opens his eyes.

It is his mother, but something seems off.

As he goes to give her a hug she lets out a cry of pain and he feels something fall onto his back whilst embracing her. As he looks over his shoulder he notices a piece of flesh had fallen to the ground. When he looks at his mother he sees her cheek is gone. As she continues to cry in agony Saisei can hear the children wake up from their sleep. They must have heard the commotion. Saisei quickly realises his mothers conditioning is worsening. Thirty seconds pass and in the midst of panic, Saisei approaches his mother to lead her out. That is when she goes to attack him. Her mental state had completely faded away. She no longer cried in pain but now she grunted. He then realized what he had done. He had created a monster of the night. 

His mother was undead.

He cried as he watched her drag herself towards him knowing what he must do next. He placed his hand on the hilt of his blade. Closing his eyes he breathes. 

Her head hits the floor.

He hears the footsteps of the children approaching the room and soon enough the door opens. The children see Saisei standing over the headless mutilation of Saisei’s mother and their father. As they scream and begin to cry he also cries. He understands their pain.

Saisei leaves the house and quickly flees the village with no thought of returning back to the land of Atsuko. He had not only seen the horrors of the Aramar’s “Great Cleansing”, but had also uncovered the disturbing knowledge of how twisted the Atsuko’s Anti-Death ritual was. 

With all of his current knowledge and talents, Saisei went on a journey with no destination in mind just to find himself and find a way to keep deaths between the rival clans at a minimum, even if blood must be shed. And that was the last anyone had seen or heard of him since.

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Lazy hero|| josethestrong#5997

Haruto Kaiba

Story narrated by an old villager ‘old man Josetaro’ 

Many songs sing of this monster, many stories tell about this hero. Haruto the glutton, monster, Chi no okui, Kushinbo are a few of the names that have been used through the ages. But I knew the man, the man that saved this village. I can’t speak on the  stories of him killing 300 men with his sword or destroying Minka town. All I can tell you is about Haruto Kaiba the man I knew.

I met him way back when he was journeying through the country side. His small frame painted a wrong picture of his abilities and his sword was even less impressive. It looked old brittle and rusted. At first I laughed at the sight but as time passed I came to fear the weapon. Haruto never wanted to tell me where he got it from, even though I asked him every time I saw him. The double sided blade with its rusted look and the skull on the end of the hilt were symbols that he came to be know by. I know many called him Chi no okui (blood glutton), but only few knew that, that was the name of his trusty sword. “I always wondered who started calling Haruto that, he was one of the kindest men I knew. He often helped villager is his passing by. 

During the time of turmoil back in the days ‘Sakura wars’. This very village were you stand today was saved by him. Many soldiers from the Atsuko clan came to our village demanding food men and women. Many tried to resist but was met with pure evil. Many men that tried to make a stand were cut down in form of their loved ones, even our elders were killed. I tried to protect as many as I could but these hands were not made to fight, “as my father told me”. I gathered as much people I could and hid them in the woods. The gods must have been with me that day. As I was captured by a Atsuko scum, I heard more screams from a distance. It was him he was walking through as if nothing was wrong. The soldiers approached him with pure evil intent. Haruto swung his blade with the speed of lightning. That is the first time I saw the evil of that sword. 

As the first slash connected  with the attacking soldier. That cursed sword seemed to change. The blood that was left from its victim on its rusted blade. This is when I saw it, the sword started changing. I swear I saw the blood being absorbed. Two soldiers rushed Haruto from behind he moved out the way, his speed that of a shadow. As he slashed them bot with one confident swing. As the slashes continued the rusted sword started transforming, the rust slowly started dissolving the more the blade came in contact with the red nectar that left the soldiers bodies. Haruto made sure to finish of the soldiers he showed no mercy. It was as if the sword demanded it. Some bodies sucked dried and discoloured scared the others.  The rusted blade was now gone. I swear, the more that fell to the sword, the faster the blade and its wielder moved. The eerily skull on the hilt had turned red as if it filled with the blood from its victims. The faster he moved the more Atsuko soldiers fell. A dark mist started to form around Haruto.  At every swing Chi no oku claimed more blood from its victims. Or should I say drink? I saw droplets make their way to the sword if they strayed too far away. Haruto dragged the his blade over the blood drenched floor and al is could see was the blood being sucked up from the floor. A true glutton, I could not believe my eyes. One of the remaining soldiers tried to run away. But Haruto would not give him that, he launched his trusted blade as an arrow at the fleeing soldier. The last I heard was an eerily scream as the sword pierced the soldiers skull. Haruto was the last man standing that day, as an evil smile took over his face. I would not have recognized him if it wasn’t for his clothing. That was the first time I was afraid of my friend. There were at least 100 Atsuko soldiers in our village that day, none stood at the end. He was made a hero of the village that day.

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LocoCoco#8519

Part 1

Hito, a young boy lived in the vast deserts of Niniva. At 13 years old he has began his Ninja training under his master Roshito. Hito has been living in a small village in Ninava for 7 years. At 6 years old his family was murdered by high ranking members of the Atsuko clan. Hito was too young to understand why foreigners would invade his land and kill many members of his village. Hito’s village was peaceful, welcoming, and quiet. The village was built around a beautiful river flowing down from the mountains just outside of a large city. His house was at the edge of the town before the road that led to the mountain top. Hito had always heard rumors about what resides at the top of the mountain but he was never allowed to visit. 

Hito’s village burned down when he was 6 years old. He was the only one left in the village or so he thought. Hito cried and wailed as he was leaving his village following the river downstream after the invaders had left. As he reached the other side of the village he heard a quiet whimper coming from behind a pallet of wood. He approached it and uncovered a young girl of 4 years old. He held her in his arms and hugged her tight. She too had lost her family. She was too afraid to walk but Hito knew they couldn’t stay there. He carried her on his shoulders and started walking down the river. Hours later, his bare feet began bleeding over the ground by the banks of the river. He knew he could walk no more and so he laid down for the night. He asked the girl her name and she said her name was Miksa. 

In the early morning just before dawn, the children heard footsteps approaching. Too afraid to look they laid there frozen in fear. The footsteps sounded different than those of the invaders. The footsteps were calm, slow, and light. The steps were so quiet they could almost hear the persons breathing over them. A few seconds later they looked up to see a long white beard braided together with fibers hanging above them. It was a man.

It was a man. A man in long draped clothing wearing vine sandals. The man had long wavy white hair flowing down all the way to his heels. The man greeted them and asked them if they were okay. 

The children rushed to their feet and backed away almost falling into the river. The man explained that he meant them no harm. He reached into his clothes and pulled out a small loaf of dark bread. The children, starving, reached out and grabbed the bread from him, they bit into it immediately and immediately spat it out. “What kind of bread is this?” Miksa asked annoyedly. The man replied “it is a delicacy of my people, the Daisuke.” The children had never heard of the Daisuke before but were wary of strangers nonetheless.

Part 2

Hito, a young boy lived in the vast deserts of Niniva. At 13 years old he has began his Ninja training under his master Roshito. Hito has been living in a small village in Ninava for 7 years. At 6 years old his family was murdered by high-ranking members of the Atsuko clan. Hito was too young to understand why foreigners would invade his land and kill many members of his village. Hito’s village was peaceful, welcoming, and quiet. The village was built around a beautiful river flowing down from the mountains just outside of a large city. His house was at the edge of the town before the road that led to the mountain top. Hito had always heard rumors about what resides at the top of the mountain, but he was never allowed to visit. 

Hito’s village burned down when he was 6 years old. He was the only one left in the village or so he thought. Hito cried and wailed as he was leaving his village following the river downstream after the invaders had left. As he reached the other side of the village, he heard a quiet whimper coming from behind a pallet of wood. He approached it and uncovered a young girl of 4 years old. He held her in his arms and hugged her tight. She too had lost her family. She was too afraid to walk but Hito knew they couldn’t stay there. He carried her on his shoulders and started walking down the river. Hours later, his bare feet began bleeding over the ground by the banks of the river. He knew he could walk no more and so he laid down for the night. He asked the girl her name and she said her name was Miksa. 

In the early morning just before dawn, the children heard footsteps approaching. Too afraid to look they laid there frozen in fear. The footsteps sounded different than those of the invaders. The footsteps were calm, slow, and light. The steps were so quiet they could almost hear the persons breathing over them. A few seconds later they looked up to see a long white beard braided together with fibers hanging above them.

It was a man. A man in long draped clothing wearing vine sandals. The man had long wavy white hair flowing down all the way to his heels. The man greeted them and asked them if they were okay. 

The children rushed to their feet and backed away almost falling into the river. The man explained that he meant them no harm. He reached into his clothes and pulled out a small loaf of dark bread. The children, starving, reached out and grabbed the bread from him, they bit into it immediately and immediately spat it out. “What kind of bread is this?” Miksa asked annoyedly. The man replied “it is a delicacy of my people, the Daisuke.” The children had never heard of the Daisuke before but were wary of strangers nonetheless. 

The man sensed the hesitation from the children. He asked them to sit down for a while. Although the children were wary, they knew they could not flea even if they chose to. Hito’s feet were bleeding still and Miksa was too small to run away. They sat down with their legs crossed a few feet across from the man. The man smiled as he sat across from them and reached out to touch their foreheads. He places the tip of his thumb in the small area between their eyes, he spoke a quick word in a foreign language and then sat back. The children had no idea what the man had done but they glared at each other with bewilderment at this strange behavior.

The man spoke again quietly and asked them to eat the bread again. Miksa looked at Hito was a daring willingness, Hito looked back with pause. Although Miksa was wary of this man for the entirety of the encounter, she now felt as though she was somehow meant to be at that exact location. She somehow knew she was supposed to be sitting at that riverbank, legs crossed, the dew soaking up into her clothing, eating this strange food from a strange man. She sunk her teeth into the dark bread, and it no longer tasted repulsive. The bread now filled her mouth with pure bliss, and she suddenly saw a vision. Miksa saw the dream she had as she slept, a dream of her being carried high on a stranger’s shoulders up a mountain. The mountain is littered with crystals and bright rocks. There was a river flowing down the mountain in a serpentine motion. As she was carried to the top of mountain, she looked out to see pink clouds dancing in the sky, the cool dry air bristling through her hair and chaffing her cheeks. The stranger showed her to a pool of water with a pair of glowing fish dancing in unison. Miksa was asked to drink from this pool. She knelt down and took a small sip and then she woke up sitting again by that riverbank with that dark bread still in her mouth.

Hito was fearful of how Miksa went blank for a moment, but for some reason, he also felt different. He remembered what the man had did, he touched the center of their foreheads and spoke a word. Hito remembered hearing stories from his family of a strange people who practice forms of shamanism, but he never knew they were true nor what these people were named. Hito knew his family was gone and he to decide what he would do in the moment. Hito threw caution to the wind and took a bite. As the bread touched his tongue this time Hito felt a rush of euphoria through his body. The feeling went from the top of head, down his spine, his legs, all the way to his toes. The feeling stayed at his feet for a few moments. The rush of euphoria felt so blissful that Hito did not care to look down. But as the rush subsided, he rose to his feet only to find they were bleeding no longer. Hito demanded to know this man’s name. The man responded, “Roshito.”

Part 3

Roshito knelt forward and looked the boy in the eyes “your feet, they’re better now?”. The boy confusedly nodded as he smelled the scent of a strange spice coming from the man’s breath. “Good” said Roshito, “we must be on our way now”. Miksa quickly began following the man as Hito lingered for a few seconds before doing the same. Roshito was walking East into the vast desert. 

As the children followed the man, they wondered where it is they may be going. It has been hours and ground had turned dry and rough. The children were used to living on the banks of the river where the ground was soft and moist, the air humid, and the sounds of insects and creatures filled the air. Hito looked down at his feet and saw that they were still fine. He wondered how they had not broken out into bloody messes yet but thought not much of it. Miksa felt fear no more as she followed Roshito, she had nothing on her mind the entire time but the strange dream she had remembered.

Roshito reached the edge of a tall dune in the desert and stopped. The children lagging behind wondered what he had stopped for. They reached Roshito and looked out over the edge of the dune to see a vast span of desert filled with people. “These are my people” said Roshito. The children looked out and saw thousands of humans accompanied by many animals. They saw camels, elephants, dogs, giant birds walking on two feet, wormlike creatures as big as horses, and finally dragons flying above. Hito yelled “dragons!”. The children had been read stories of dragons but were always told they weren’t real. The dragons shrieked overhead, there were dozens of them, but one stood out. There was a large dragon the size of 10 of the others combined. His wings must have spanned 30 meters wide and his head was the size of a camel. 

Roshito explained that his people have no home, the Earth itself is their home. “My people live to serve the Earth and all its inhabitants. We travel from place to place to spread our knowledge.” “come on” said Roshito. 

The children’s eyes went large as they took in this magnificent site. As they walked down into the valley they saw many things that amazed them. They saw a group of children sitting on the coarse ground being read a book by their teacher. They saw what seemed like a market place full of herbs and spices, metals, and potions. They saw people selling their animals that they have bred. They came upon a strange smell as they approached a shack made of linen and vine. As they got closer they saw a single pot with a blackish red liquid inside. Roshito approached and pulled out a silver coin from his clothes and handed it to the shop owner, a tall woman with black curly hair and metal pierced into many parts of her skin. The woman took the coin and filled a small cup with the mystery liquid. Roshito quickly sipped the drink and moved on. 

Hito lingered again staring into the liquid. Just before he left he saw something in the drink. He saw a subtle shape of what seemed like a sword. The sword was gold with black lacing on the handle. There were small letters engraved into the blade, but he could not make it out quickly enough before it disappeared.

Hito rushed to catch up with Roshito and Miksa, as they exited the marketplace they walked into a field of cactus and brush. The field was filled with a hundred young men dressed in green and black linen. There was a humming sound spanning the entire field that muted the sound of the wind, or perhaps was carried swimmingly through it. The men all had their eyes closed as they sang this hum. 

The young men were performing a dance of some sort, they moved in perfect unison despite their lack of vision. It seemed as though their minds were connected in a way unfathomable to Hito and Miksa. Hito sat there for many moments observing the dance. The dance had both soft and flowing movements along with sharp and destructive ones. The dance was curious, it was deceiving. The men would be low down one moment and the next 20 feet away flying through the air. Although there were a hundred men, they all landed as quietly as a feather landing in on the ground in the valley. Hito looked behind him only to find Roshito gone. He was nowhere to be found.

Hito looked all the way across the field and saw Roshito standing across from the hundred young men and they all stood still. The men had ended their dance and stood perfectly facing East as Roshito perfectly faced West. 

Hito had no idea what he had just discovered, but it would surely become his destiny to find out.

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META G DonsCoyote-Ninjaz#1889

It was a beautiful autumn day. The cherry blossoms covered the ground forming a pink carpet along a pathway entering the gardens of the outer wall. It was a rare day to escape the obligations of royalty and the petty disputes amongst the commoners. The moment would have been made more perfect had it not been for the entourage of four Aramar’s finest body guards required for every romantic outing. Each to his formation, north for the mountains, south for the barrens, east for the coast, and west for the plains; the bastions of Aramar. In fact, Don Quix had learned to overlook the military procession on his dates and focus on the radiant beauty bestowed upon him. Like a fiery comet that graces the planet once in a lifetime, she was his divine lucky star.

“Your figure is untouched by time, as though the gods imbued you with the fountain of youth.” Don spoke in adulation.

“I don’t think your son would agree; did you hear what he said to me this morning?” Keon giggled in reply.

Don glanced ahead and noticed straight black and white strands of hair visible from the nape of the northern guard’s collar and thought it unusual for a guard to leave his hair down.

They slowed their pace as the couple faced each other. The guards’ pace changed at an instance, as if moved by an imaginary barrier. 

Don gently brought his palm to the back of Keon’s head, kindly pulling her close to nestle against his neck. He allowed his eyes to close for a brief moment as he inhaled the sweet smell of rose Keon wore every morning.

As he opened his eyes, the blissful morning sun filled his soul, imbuing him with youthful energy. He extended his arm with a stretch to the heavens letting his heavy muscular arms fall to his sides. 

“Beautiful morning huh Tetsu? Did you enjoy your day off with your wife? Don directed his question at the Guard of the East.

“Gorgeous sir! We had an enjoyable evening, me more than her if you know what I mean!” Tetsu chuckled with an exaggerated boisterous laugh. 

Tetsu was never this crass, especially around the wife of a noble. 

“And you Kuhaku? You are distant as always.” Don prodded to the Guard of the West. 

As the words left his mouth, his eyes darted to what looked like a small abacus hanging from the guard’s right ear--strange for a guard who was not distinguished for his quest for knowledge.

In an instant, the hairs on his body erected like a startled cat. An impending feeling of doom rose in his chest. He quickly reached for Keon’s soft delicate hand, but it retreated against its own volition. 

Eyes blurred, a throbbing sting in the back of his skull--Don reached forward in desperation, but could feel his ankles bound as if constricted by a python. 

Four hazy figures dragged Keon forward by the back of her long elegant hair. Her violet court dress now stained and frayed by the gravel under the cherry blossoms.

“No Don! No! Please!” She shrieked as she blurred out of view.

Heart racing, linens soaked, Don woke to a brisk thud. 

Ami was sprawled out with her back on the floor.

“No Don! No! Please!” Ami cried, trying to mute her voice to not alert the guards again. 

“My wife, my sweet, I am so sorry.” He reached out to bring her to stand.

Ami’s hand briefly withdrew before accepting help, holding her sore right hip as she was pulled to stand. 

“You need to seek help.” Ami replied with a frown and walked laborly towards a drawer where she kept some salve. The light of a young moon leaked through the blinds.

Heart still racing, Don wiped himself dry and donned his suit crafted by his seamstress for combat. He could feel his inner chakra churning like the deep sea during a tempest. He could feel his suit tighten against the swell of his chest further exaggerating his heavy breathing.

In one swift motion, he snatched three shuriken from his nightstand and hurled them straight at the wall. They landed like a perfect constellation from one eye to the next on the head of a snake banner of the Atsuko, already littered with holes.

Ami flinched at the steel scarring the base boards. “What, what are you doing?” Ami stuttered.

Don reached for a slot hidden behind the banner as he removed the shuriken from the wall. He removed a cast iron lock box sealed with the crest of a lion. Breaking the seal with pure strength he removed a gem radiating a gentle hue of violet and gold grasping it tightly in his hands. The light burst through his fingers revealing the flow of chakra through his veins and illuminated some old tattoo of an oath on his right forearm. The light quickly faded from the gem as he rested it on the night stand and drew his sheathed short sword from the headboard of the bed. 

With a crack like a whip, what seemed like a small blade, burst forth into a segment of blades like dragon scales before retracting back to Don’s sheathed sword at his side. 

Don Quix turned to Ami’s dismayed face. She had withdrawn herself from the door of the bedroom, bracing against the wall.

“This poisonous curse ends tonight.”

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🦁₳P3X NinjaZ|will0w🦁#6661

“Always remember son, Honesty, Courage, and Virtue will save Ninava…”. The words of his father constantly echoed in his mind and guided him through life so far. Today marked the 87th day of his training as a Ronin and graduation to Shinobi would soon be here. Up until this point, training had been just what he, his Father, and Brother had spent years doing in the Great Fields, just outside of the capital walls. His Father, a high ranking Captain in the Aramar army, had earned the name “The Iron-Willed Guardian” due to his tenacious focus in battle and loyalty to the clan. The same of his older brother, named “Edge-Breaker” for his indescribable scientific prowess and talented swordsmanship. He only wished to become as legendary as his predecessors, while protecting his clan and all of Nirava from threats yet to come. 

“How’s your training so far, little brother?” 

Startled, he jumped up!

“Satoshi !?! How did you sneak into the Ronin quarters??!” He asked his older brother who suddenly appeared as if from thin air.

“Sneak? Hehe, why would a Shinobi need to sneak into the Ronin quarters? I simply could just walk in. I think a better question would be…how did I get into your room without you noticing? Right?”

He thought for a second and realized that he didn’t notice his brother’s presence until Satoshi spoke.

“Yes….even though I was in thought, my eyes and ears were wide open…how did you..”

“So glad you asked!! It’s my latest invention, the Shadow Stepper!” 

“….Shadow Stepper?? What exactly does that do?”

“Why it simply makes it so that I’m completely invisible to the senses. Makes being a Ninja that much easier right?!”

“Brother, where that does sound useful, that sounds like Atsuko based jutsu. Dark Magic. Us Aramar..”.

“Don’t finish that sentence…..you and Father are always going on about “Honesty” this or “Protecting Ninava” that….there is a world of science and jutsu waiting for us and you both cling to such tribal ideologies. When will you wake up to the reality of the Future?!”

“Satoshi, do not speak ill of our family beliefs! Those beliefs are what earned you and Father your names in the Aramar army!”

“Foolish little brother…..”

A cold and disturbing glance immediately struck a sense of fear in him….

“What earned me my name was my technological genius, and the swift punishment of my blade! One day, I will become the Emperor Ninja of the Aramar clan and then the entirety of Ninava will know my true genius….”

Suddenly, his fathers words echoed in his mind louder than ever before…

“Brother, how do you plan to become the Emperor Ninja? That has only happened but 3 times since the founding of the clan…since Asahi led the final strike in the Old War. If anyone, next in line would be our Father!”

A smile grimaced on Satoshi’s face. “I guess we’ll just have to see what happens then right…little brother?”

“Satoshi!” He said sternly.

“Honesty, Courage, and Virtue will save Ninava…do not forget what Father taught us…”

A faint smirk, and Satoshi disappears using his Shadow Stepper.

As Satoshi vanished into the darkness again, he could not ignore the faint feeling that one day, sooner than he would have hoped or ever thought, he will need to clash blades with his brother…

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NinjaZachNFT#6360

Keito smothered his essence, eliminating any trace of his aura. With a silent breath he circulated the night into his veins, becoming darkness. How long he stood this way, he could not say, but when the sounds of visitors entered his mind he allowed his full senses to restore.

They were here. Just as he knew they would be. Just as he had hoped that they would not.

Several of them were ornamented in jewelry, soft moonlight reflecting off the bright golds and deep reds. A foolish display of confidence in a forest filled with dangers. Keito watched as they trampled their way noisily through the ancient path forged from generations of Ninavan footsteps. He allowed them to pass unhindered, but drank each face and each voice into his Dark Mind. One face stood out above them all. The face of the Aramar Shogun, Enzo Kimura.

If the men and women surrounding that man were blades, Kimura was the hilt. Though the rest had grown lazy in their positions, the Shogun had grown only more rooted. He was the man Keito feared. He was the man all of Atsuko feared.

As the entourage made its way farther along the path and past the shade of the forest branches, Keito released his breath, and with it, his Shadow. The weight of the darkness left him, but the strength they carried did as well.

"Not so bad for a Daisuke, don'cha think?" said the girl hidden behind him.

Keito turned, taking in the youth. "I told you to remain behind, Aiko. You could have cost me this mission."

Bubbled laughter rose from the child's lips. "You're always telling me things. I'm not from your clan remember, big brother? Besides, they didn't see me. I was quiet as a kitten back there."

"I could kill you right now and be done with your nuisance," Keito threatened, eyes narrowing.

The girl began walking forward, past Keito. "I know, big brother. But you won't." Without looking back, she continued, "Hurry up, we don't want to lose them and cost you your mission, right?" 

Keito breathed in deep, cycling through his core to maintain calm. "When I enter the temple, you will stay behind, child. If you do not heed my words now, I will not be able to spare your life."

The youth did not respond to his words, but after a moment he watched her nod her head once in understanding.

They followed the Aramar entourage for several moonsteps before the Shogun and his crew arrived at the sacred structure.

"The Temple of Nin," Aiko whispered, "it is more majestic than my tou-san could have ever explained."

Keito ground his teeth so hard he tasted blood. "Do not be fooled by the opulence of the exterior. What happens inside those walls is a horrid secret that the Aramar would pay any cost not to be revealed."

He heard her question begin to rise in the silence. "How do you know so much of the Aramar?"

"My secrets are shared only with those of my clan. You are here only to witness." And with that, he rushed forward. Though the moon was near swollen this night, its light did not reach him. As he ran, he stole the shadows from every source around him, clothing himself in blackness.

The two men standing guard on either side of the terrace steps leading up to the front of temple never saw him coming.

A gurgle escaped the throat of the first as the man swallowed Keito's short sword. He heard the second man drop as his shuriken found its target.

Flicking his enemies blood from his blade, Keito ascended the steps calmly, all the while cycling his breath to maintain the darkness.

He opened the doors of the temple and was immediately overtaken by a flood of red light, chaotic in its movement. Three of the guardians dove to attack without a moment of hesitation. 

Keito dispatched the first with a thrust of his blade and spun to evade the downward swing of his opponent's katana. The metals clashed together but Keito quickly let the attack drop as he twisted around the Aramar's arm—landing swiftly behind the woman's back—and stabbed a poisoned kunai into her spine. She screamed for a moment before freezing in silenced agony.

Air brushed against the back of his left shoulder as the force of his last attacker's katana came towards him. A blurred step to the right and the long blade shaved a piece of his robe clean off before making impact into the head of the frozen woman. Without a thought Keito spun, forcing his finger through the center of one of his shuriken. The Aramar's eyes grew wide just before his fist made impact between them, driving the shuriken deep into the man's skull.

Enzo Kimura's voice resonated throughout the gilded wood of the temple interior. "What is the meaning of this?"

Keito cycled a breath as he turned towards the Shogun and his remaining guardians. Each was poised in preparation to deliver a deadly strike, but those men had not learned what Keito had. They had not been tested by not one clan, but two.

Raising his hand, Keito pulled the dark mask down, revealing his face. A gasp escaped the lips of the Shogun of Aramar. "My name is Keito Kimura, and I have come to put an end to your life, father, for the crimes you committed against my mother." 

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