My Akame Ga kill adventure

Chapter one: The endless sands

"Jacob! Hey, Jacob! Get up man, it's time to pack up camp!"

Jacobs only response was to grunt and roll over in his makeshift bedding, pulling the leather covers over his head. The man standing over him frowned, and in a moment of mischief the man smiled and yanked Jacob clean off the bed, sending him tumbling to the sandy floor as Jacob gave a cry of alarm.

"Ouch! Hey man, what'd you do that for? Don't you know how to give a guy five more minutes?"

The man only smiled and tousled his hair as Jacob rose to his feet.

"Come on little bro, you know when pops says to pack up camp we pack up camp, so get dressed and get your rear out here and help! We'll be departing for Amarthina in half an hour, so be ready or we'll leave you behind! See ya!"

As he watched his older brother bound out the door, Jacob rolled his eyes and pulled his sack trousers out of his rucksack and got dressed, then hurried out the flap of his tent and into the harsh desert sun, which seemed to be threating to melt him if he wasn't careful. Looking around, he saw all the members of his tribe packing up the camp, stuffing the tents in the packs on the camels, and his dad and brother helping to wake the last of the people up before they left. He sighed as he thought about how peaceful it was out here in the endless expanse of the du-ya desert, just outside the southern boundaries of the empire which seemed to be so corrupt. Here, in the desert in which him and his tribe lived, there was no state in which they lived in and no major government, there was simply a conglomerate of tribes, like his, and a scattered few cities where the major trade routes intersected and formed hubs. Outside of this, there was no organized structure, and because of this although the empire had sent its troops to try to annex the desert for its many natural resources, they had found it a tall task indeed.

This was due in the most part to a combination of the brutal desert conditions, and the harsh combat and survival training each and every member of the various tribes underwent as children, almost Spartan in its brutality and rigidness, but unparalleled in the warriors it produced. As adults, the warriors of the tribes would meld into the sand by day, but at night when the enemy would inevitably make camp they came, silent as a whisper and quick as foxes, they were legion as the swept like a tide into the enemy camp, slitting throats and gutting the enemies so fast the enemy stood no chance. Once, the puppet emperor had sent his strongest general named General Esdeath to subjugate the tribes, but to the entire empires great surprise even the Great General Esdeath couldn't stamp out the tribes entirely in the endless expanses of the desert in which they were so well acclaimed, and this could probably be attributed to not merely their skills as warriors, because while they were formidable, they stood little chance against her imperial arms. No, in reality her inability to crush them completely it was thanks to there being no central body for her to destroy, no government to crush and decimate. Whenever she would find and destroy a tribe, since they knew of no other tribes or where they might be located, the survivors of the tribe if there were any simply founded new tribes, and even when she took the major hub cities, the tribes nomadic nature would literally let them unmake the town around her and her forces as they slept, taking down the sandstone structures and moving the entire town somewhere else! In the end, she recognized the strength of the tribes and, despite the emperor ordering her otherwise, left them alone and returned to the capital, even developing a sort of respect for them. After that, the desert became a place no outsider dared to venture, becoming a taboo place even the emperor or his puppetmaster, the prime minister dared not to speak of or send troops….

As Jacob finished taking down his tent and threw it in his rucksack on his camel, just as he was about to hop onto it and hit the road he heard footsteps behind him, then a familiar voice.

"Hello son! Sleep well, I assume?"

As Jacob turned around, he saw his fathers withered features smiling back at him, his wavy grey hair blowing in the gentle morning desert wind.

"Yes, I did, surprisingly. Are we about ready to hit the road for Amarthina? I'm dying for an actual meal, you know…"

Slugging him in the shoulder, his father cackled and began to walk back over to his camel, where Jacob's mom and brother were waiting on their respective beasts for the tribe to be ready.

"Careful, boy! If your mother heard you say that, I'm sure she'd go off on you again. You how she can be when you insult her food, you know! Bahahahahahahaha!"

Watching his father walk back to his beast, he held out a hand and began to speak, only for his words to fall on his father's distant ears.

"But-I didn't…oh, nevermind…."

Hopping on his beast and blowing his horn to signal his readiness to the rest of the tribe, he soon heard the collective BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONGof the tribes horns sound, and seconds later the entire hundred-man tribe surged forward, taking a nice starting pace as they set off on the road to the small trading town of Amarthina. …

A few Hours later

As the caravan began to gradually slow down, the change in speed somehow jostled Jacob awake and made him groggily open his eyes as he turned to his big brother Doug, rubbing his eyes tiredly, and spoke.

"Bro…what's happenin'?"

Shifting on his mount, Doug scratched his head and turned to Jacob before replying, a hint of hesitation in his voice.

"Not sure, Jake. From what I can tell we're coming up on the trading post we had expected to arrive at on our trip to amarthina, but from the smoke…..it's under attack."

His eyes instantly snapping open, Jacob scanned the town just down the dunes and saw that indeed, curls of smoke as black as a nightmare were rising gently up into the air as the mid-afternoon wind blew them to the north, his eyebrows furrowed as he saw the warriors of their tribe gathering in the front of the caravan. Turning to doug, Jacob hoisted a finger towards the front of the caravan where the fighters were gathering and asked a question.

"Hey bro, shouldn't we be up there?"

Doug shook his head firmly.

"Nope. We're still in training, so when we don't know what we're up against like this only the full-blown warriors go to the front to make sure only veterans are defending us. Sorry….believe me, I wish I was up there just as badly as you do."

Nodding dejectedly, Jacob continued to ride his camel until the caravan came to a stop just outside the village, the men in the front swinging off their mounts and getting into a loose formationa as they made their way into the village. A devious idea popping into his head, Jacob glanced around nonchalantly as he began to make his way to the wall that protected the village, about to climb over it to see the warriors fighting whenever he felt Doug's hand on his shoulder.

"Stop right there, bro. What do you think you're doing?"

Grinning and turning around, Jacob replied.

"Going to see the action, of course. How better to learn than to see the real thing, right?"

Scratching his beard, Doug nodded slowly and also grinned as he spoke, shrugging as if to say What can a guy do?.

"I suppose. Well, if you're going…I am too. Come on, move it!"

As the two brothers hopped over the wall together and snuck towards the commotion in the town square, the sight that greeted them was one right out of a horror story. All around the town square were burned and burning corpses, bodies lying in the streets with gaping wounds all over them, fires burning slowly around them as they saw the warriors coming up to the town square. Watching with eager eyes, the two brothers watched as another group of men, these men dressed in the trademark steel armor of the empire, meandered out from a nearby house with a decapitated head in one of their hands as they laughed and spoke.

"He totally cried at the end! Man, this is probably the easiest job we've ever gotten."

The man beside the one who had just spoken nodded and laughed.

"You said it! There were supposed to be rebels here, but I guess it's just as fun just killing everyone. I'm sure no one would get upset or anything…."

Just as Jacob was about to rush out and do something despite being mostly helpless, the soldiers suddenly dropped the severed head and whirled around just in time to watch as their commander's head suddenly slipped from his shoulders, the massive tan hand of one of Jacob's caravan's warriors tossing it across the ground as a dozen burly warriors sprung from the sand! Taking a few hesitant steps back, the soldiers glanced at each other as the white-clothed leader of the desert warriors cracked his neck and frowned as he spoke.

"You imperial dogs….coming here and killing our people like this…has your emperor not learned? We beat back the might of that General of Ice you fools held in such high esteem, we kicked her right back over the northern border in under a few years! You think you weak fools scare us?!"

As he turned his head and spat into the sand in disgust, he continued as his voice became more and more menacing.

"Your lives are all forfeit."

As the soldiers somehow got the nerve to charge the burly men clothes in turbans and other desert clothes, the desert warriors suddenly moved like the wind into the group of soldiers, the soldiers standing almost no chance against the warriors who had been hardened in battle against Esdeath's elite as their heads were soon rolling around in the sand, the desert warriors not even suffering a single scratch as they spat on their corpses and laughed.

"Weaklings. We went through hell not even a few years ago, and you think we would forget how to defend ourselves? Our fighting skills were forged in hell itself, fighting Esdeath and her elite. If we hadn't learned to be strong….we would be extinct right now."

As Jacob and Doug made their way back to the caravan, the group spent a rough night in the destroyed town helping it rebuild before bidding the survivors of the attack farewell and moving on towards Amarthina…

Hey guys, thanks for reading the first chapter of my story! Hopefully it hooked you, and if not I promise it only gets better from here! Anyway, this is version two of chapter one since the old one wasn't too long. And to all the newbies reading this because the description sounded cool and it showed up in your browser, you won't be disappointed! Anyway, thanks for reading!