Hey! You might find that the concept of this story and Between Light And Darkness are almost the same. There are just base the same concept but on a different point of view, if you can say that.

-Super

Still no one. I've traveled miles. See hundred of regions. But no one was able to defeat me. I've destroyed multiple armies. I am a mercenary, an assassin. I sell my power to whoever has the money, but few people has it. My price is so high only the richest of kingdom can afford it without risking to lose everything. With my price come the assurance that I never fail. Other consider me as a bandit, a monster capable of destroying the entire region. I am just a skilled swordsman, a very skilled one. My blood comes from world so different it seems impossible to see them into one body. My past is foggy and dark. From my birth to now, I was trained do one thing. Kill. I lost all ability to feel emotions on the outside. On the inside, my soul is scattered by my feeling I block inside. I'm so powerful that no armies is able to defeat me. Only the best soldier or battle team can face me. I still look forward to the day I will found someone that will match my skills.

My mother taught me the art of transformation allowing me to a pokemon or call on my inside beast. On this form I unlock the power to unleash the forces of Hell. I use my flareon form to increase my mobility and attack range. Even if I can more raw firepower I lose one of my greatest assets. My sword. One of the most powerful weapons in the world. I call it Shi or Death as it brings it to my opponents. it was given to me by my father, who show me his capabilities. Forge in the best material available in the Heaven, as the human call it. The blade is pure black with no scratches, still intact after the countless fight I had. The tsuba was made of pure gold making it very balance. Multiple angels were displayed on the two side. Writted around was: This sword shall vanish all darkness and shine the light of God. The only thing I know about this encryption is the fact that, on no circumstances, except if my 'life' was in danger, should I pronounce it. The handle was wrapped with a snow white material. As a samurai's katana it should be use with two hands, but as unconventional as I am, I prefer to handle it with one hand. I found it to be easier that way to make 360 degree attack and have better fluidity.

My body was hidden by my white cape silently floating in the wind. My long charcoal black hair moving around my head partly hiding my deep blue eyes. I should be thankful to my father for those one of a kind eyes.

I open my eye greeted with the intense sun's light. It is a truly beautiful day full of possibilities. I could do so much things yet I can't. Have you ever had the feeling you're not suppose to live in this world? That everything you take just break? Well I constantly live with that feeling. People are scared of me, the only time they want me is for my power. After they just throw me out like I was nothing. They call me a cheater. I still remember my first fight in a city like it was yesterday.

2 years before in a northern city.

Peoples are gathering around the central market place, creating a giant circle, with the center were two men. The first one was as tall as a giant, with anger in his face. He wore a silver coloured plate armor showing his high rank. Strapped on his back was a massive steel axe. The other man was average height. All of his body was covered by a white cloak. His left hand was on an similarly white handle mostly hidden by the large cape.

People around we whispering something inaudible for the two men in the center.

"How dare you?! Blocking the way of Lering Fririva second in command of the Royal Army. If you leave now I'll say I saw nothing and let you go without a fight." Every eyes were looking at the other men. But he made no move.

"Alright. If you want a fight you'll have it. But has the second in command I have no intention of losing to a random guy like you." His large hands grabbed his axe. He position himself in battle stance. "I'll slice you in two." With incredible speed he swing his axe right at the other men. The large metal blade create a massive sand cloud blocking the view of the audience. No one said a thing. It was complete silence as the dust settle down.

When cloud disappear the person were shocked by the sight. Just outside the small crater was the men. His clothing didn't even have a scratch. The smaller man talked for the first time. "You surely have quite some strength but you lack speed. And you call yourself a Royal Soldier. Don't make me laugh." The audience was now really shocked. How could a man like him dodge an attack as fast as Lering's one? He's the second in command of the army how could someone be as strong as the second most powerful soldier in the entire region? There must be some sort of trick.

"You little. Questioning my capacity. Try keeping up with this!" With a loud battle cry he swing his axe left and right. But none of his attack even slightly scratched him. After several minutes no one saw any blood being splash on the ground. The audience was getting bored.

The attack stopped as Lering panted heavily. He lost his cold blood and simply tried to strike with a vertical attack. At lightning fast speed the other man block the attack with his katana. Now the audience was utterly surprise. No one saw him draw his sword or even move to counter the attack. His somewhat small arm as even stop the axe. How could someone this size stop a weapon like this one without using two arms or backup from the recoil?

"That's it! You're gonna get crush like a bug. Feel the power of my Brick Break." With fire in his eyes he bring his axe high in the air. The blade began to glow red. Then he slam the whole thing as hard as possible.

Everyone closed their from the intense shock wave. When their eyes open… he was still standing. He didn't move a millimeter backward. His sword had bent the metal blade of the axe. Lering backup fear in his eyes.

In less then a second the other men was in the air kicking the head of his opponent. He fell on the ground with his armor creating a cacophony. He sheathed his katana and left in direction of the forest. In the group of person around could be hear: "How can he beat him? It doesn't make sense. There must be some sort of trick. Or he cheated. Maybe everything was plan. How can you walk away after an unfair fight like this one? He definitely cheated he couldn't win against Lering. It's just impossible." The left the cercle hated by everybody but no expressions could be see under his cape. One could hear if he listen carefully: "I might have gone to far. Then again he ask for it. Damn it."

Unknown from him, a small creature followed him. Hiding in the shadows, his deep green eyes could be seen.

'I wonder where it is right now. I just know it's still following me after all this time. Meh, I'll find out soon enough.' I gathered some berries. I made a small pile with the berries took one for me and ate it. With a small fire I change myself into a flareon. My red fur and black neck and tail fur contrast my blue creating a special mix. I curl into a ball the warmth of my body making me comfortable in the cold night. 'We will see what tomorrow hold. I look forward for the next day.'

"Why do you still trust people?"

"For the same reason they still trust God."