Windy Wayfarer
Chapter 1: The Appearance
Disclaimer: I do not own Samurai Jack or any of the characters except Guardian W. Wind
Long ago in the distant past, I, Aku, the shape-shifting master of darkness. Unleashed, an unspeakable evil, but a foolish samurai warrior wielding a magic sword. Stepped for to oppose me. Before the final blow was struck a tore open a portal in time, and flung him into the future, where my evil is law! Now the fool seeks to return to the past, and undo the evil, that, is, Aku…
In the middle of a forgotten wasteland, where broken arrows and skeletons lay. A single black spot that remained directly under the sun began to shift. The pool began to take shape as a tall pole. At the top of this pole three horns on each side emerged and a face with a green mouth and white eyes with flames pouring off of them formed. He grinned to himself as he had finally been released.
Meanwhile, at a Japanese city. A large rice-farm with many workers spanned across the sight of a young man who wore a white training gi and hand his short black hair held back in a small ponytail. He was riding on a white horse, behind him was an older man in a blue robe with a dark blue coat over top of it. Behind them was a woman in her thirties wearing a red kimono riding a brown horse. They waved as the workers lifted their heads and noticed them and bowed.
The young man tried to escape the saddle, but his father held him down. They rode into the town where everyone they passed bowed, save one figure in a light green-cloak that fluttered when there was no breeze. Only the young man noticed him, but he didn't get to say anything before the figure disappeared as if the wind had lifted him up.
The family reached the palace that was placed at the center of the city and there they went about their normal day. The next morning the young boy woke up to his mother's panicked voice. He looked past her to see two guards holding Katana were standing by the door. She instructed him to follow her, and he did so without question following her out the door as the guards took the lead. They were engaged by a pair of shadow creatures which the guards broke off to fight shouting at the mother and the boy to escape.
The woman nodded at them and ran ahead picking up her son. She led him to a boat that was docked in the port behind the palace, as the boy looked back he saw that his father was being bound by a large black creature. He began to cry, but his mother shielded his gaze and embraced him as the ship pulled out of port.
Back at the palace. The guards attempted to fight off the army of shadow creatures while their shogun was held captive by Aku.
"Aku! How is it you have returned? The sword sealed you away for eternity." The shogun said
"So those ancient fools thought, but now I have returned to seek my revenge on you foolish mortals." Aku answered
"You will never win. There will always be someone to defeat you." The shogun responded
"We shall see samurai… we shall see…" Aku replied
Back at the boy, the mother and her son met a large wolf-ship, on board was a crew of Vikings, she handed the boy to them and they promised in their coarse language they would protect him and make sure he reached his destination safely.
The woman thanked them and disappeared into the mist of the lake. The boy looked around and saw the crew gleaming at him. They quickly set sail again, and during his time on the ship the boy learned almost everything there was to know about sailing, strengthening his body.
After the Vikings dropped him off at the palace of a sultan the sultan thanked them and showed the boy around, he taught the boy how to ride horses proudly, strengthening his durability.
A wandering clan of dark people found them next, and they took the boy. They trained in the art of staff-fighting, strengthening his skills.
After growing old enough the boy set off on a horse borrowed from the sultan. On his way to his next destination he was ambushed by a group of bandits, he lifted his hand and opened it revealing his clan symbol. The leader tipped his hat, and they took him in, teaching him to wield a bow. Strengthening his vision.
The bandits left the boy at a monastery, where the monks trained him in the martial arts and hones his reflexes. There he strengthened his mind.
Now, as an adult he set off to reclaim his home, but first. He helped the Vikings voyage to an isolated island, There he found a group of monks living in a temple at the top of the mountain. One of them was his mother. She embraced him, and showed him into a back room. She lit the candles at the door and illuminated the room showing the enchanted sword of his forefathers and a white gi.
She offered them to him and he bowed gratefully taking them. He changed and tucked his sword into the belt before he drew it and swung it experimentally, testing the weight and balance of the blade. He nodded approvingly and sheathed the sword, preparing to depart, when he turned he saw before him was the green-cloaked figure from his childhood. The figured lifted his head, showing his face from under the shadows cast by the candles. He was a young man with light-green hair, the samurai could see down by his leg was a spear-tip. The boy put his hands together and bowed to the samurai. The samurai bowed to him as well, and the pair left the island.
On their way back to the samurai's home there was a constant wind, and the boy slept the entire time.
When they arrived they parted ways with the Vikings who wished them luck and the two set off.