Davis was a young boy who lived in a small farming village

Mercenary

A/N: Hello! This particular fiction features Davis, but luckily for Takari fans, it will not be a Daikari. This is sort of a medieval fiction. Enjoy!

Davis was a young boy who lived in a small farming village. Although he was an orphan, he got by with stealing and working. He lived a pretty comfortable life, yet he was not satisfied with his simple life. He longed for adventure and new places outside of his small village. He had heard of a famous teacher who would take on students and train them to be fighters. He longed to be a fighter so one day, he gathered his few possessions and set off one night.

After traveling for a few days, he reached a small lake and decided to rest. After lighting a small fire, he had a simple supper and rolled out his bedroll, with his cloak on for extra warmth. As he was drifting off to sleep, he heard a slight crackling noise. He got up warily, reaching for his long dagger nearby. Suddenly a figure rose up and tackled him down. Davis kicked it off of him. It flipped neatly off and carefully rose up into a fighting stance, all with catlike grace. Davis also resumed a fighting stance. They fought for a while until the figure had Davis on the ground.

"Give up?" it hissed into his ear.

"Never," Davis growled.

He jumped up and quickly tripped the figure, which fell to the ground. To his surprise, the figure began to laugh.

"You have a lot of potential, boy," it said, getting up.

"What?" Davis said. Then he saw a strange bracelet on the figure's arm.

It was dull silver, with an insignia carved on it. He recognized it as the teacher's symbol.

"Sir," he said, quickly getting to the ground. "I'm sorry if I've hurt you…" But to his surprise the figure seemed amused.

"Get up," it said. "I get tired of that nonsense." Davis got up slowly.

"So, you wish to train under my guidance?" the figure asked the young boy. The boy nodded and removed his hood. Under the hood was a boy with a mop of brown hair and bright brown eyes. A pair of goggles rested on his head. He knelt down in front of the figure.

"Please accept me into your training," he said earnestly. "I'll one of- no, I mean I'll be the best student you ever had. My name is Davis, Davis Motomiya." Davis sensed the figure was probing him in a way, searching through his mind and body. Finally it said, "I sense a fiery temper and a reckless spirit inside of you. It will cause many problems later. You also have a proud and good heart and a strong sense of duty and determination. You are very stubborn I notice, and go jumping to conclusions before the facts are clear. A strong sense of leadership is within you. But there's something deep inside of you, something special. It will be revealed later."

"Sir?" Davis said tentatively. "Could you possibly remove your hood?" The figure chuckled and removed the dark material.

Much to his surprise, the teacher was a woman. She was tall, with pale skin and reddish-gold hair. Her deep brown eyes were probing and sparkling.

"Surprised?" she said, smiling.

Davis finally snapped out of it. "No, it's just that the stories say that you're a man."

The woman rolled her eyes. "They're just referring to my comrades. They get all the credit, while I do most of the work."

"I resent that," a voice called out from the treetops.

The woman smiled wryly, "There's one of them now."

Another figure jumped down gracefully. It walked into the flickering light of the embers. Gloved fingers removed its hood revealing a tall man with a mess of blond hair and icy blue eyes.

"Meet Yamato," she said, gesturing to the tall man. "He's one of my closest friends and part of my group." Yamato removed one of his gloves and offered his hand to Davis. Davis shook it, feeling calluses and scars.

"Another one?" Yamato raised his eyebrows at the woman. She nodded.

"What do you mean, another one?" Davis demanded. They both rolled their eyes.

"You have no idea how many young idiots come searching out here for her," Yamato said, jerking his thumb at the woman.

"I lost track of how many," the woman said. "Most don't make the first test." She turned her brown eyes toward Davis. "If you truly want to be my student you must be ready for everything. Now, for the first test."

"What first test?" Davis said. Yamato gave him a look with his icy blue eyes.

"Don't tell me you didn't know that you have to prove that you are worthy to train with her?" he grimaced.

"Well, no," Davis looked down at his worn leather boots. The others exchanged looks.

"You explain," they said at the same time.

The woman finally said, "The first test reveals the qualities inside of you; qualities that can only be revealed in certain situations. If you pass, basically you start training with me."

"Let's start then," Davis said, trying to sound brave.

"It won't be easy," she warned him. "I'm ready," he said, a determined look in his eyes.

"He's even more enthusiastic than Tai," Yamato whispered to the woman. She ignored him. Bright red fire streamed from her hands and started to surround Davis. He was about to panic, but forced himself to stay calm. He closed his eyes as a roar of wind filled his ears.