Disclaimer: I don't own fire emblem series nor do I make money from this. Seriously does anyone on this site own anything?

AN: So I've decided to make this story now I have time. Let me know how you feel about it.

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'Thought'

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'*Yawn* ….hmmm, wait my room isn't this warm'

This is the thought of a young man waking from his slumber. It was morning or perhaps maybe noon. The sun shone just above the forest, rays penetrating the canopy, and illuminating the terrain. 'Ugh' he rubbed his hands into his eyes to get the sleep out of them. Weird he never slept with gloves on nor outside. He felt …heavy. Not so much as in fat, but he was wearing something. Dark brown eyes eased open, adjusting to the sun-illuminated vegetation. 'Huh'

"The hell?" he whispered the atmosphere was…alien to put it plainly. No familiar white painted wood walls, ceramic tiles, and the familiar buzz of air conditioning, his room. He was also wearing a lot more than when he went to bed with. No basketball shorts with an embarrassing salmon colored tee. Gathering his bearings he stood up, a thick cotton blanket slid off his waist and legs. His bones and spine subtly crackled as they worked his stiffness out. *YAWN* he released a built up yawn, finally fully aware of himself and his surroundings as his brain's gears turned at normal pace.

Looking down he was expecting the customary 'morning wood' which was there, except it was pressed against a red lacquered plate dangling off his waist. 'Da fuck?!' he's eyes shoot to his legs. They were wrapped with long tan pants with the same style lacquered shin guards, and tipped with leather bound sandals. His gaze drifted to his arm; he was dressed in a white long sleeved shirt, same white gloves with armguards of the same color palette of the same armor on his legs. His torso was clad in a simple red lacquer Cuirass, with samurai like plates hang off it, surrounding his waist. On his belly was a symbol made from steel. A stylized horizontal line over three dots, the mid one was higher than its twins. The Mori clan symbol if his brief knowledge of Samurai was right. The shirt extended up his neck, the fabric ending at the top of his nose, cheeks, and hairline, effectually covering his face. Odd, at this angle the sun was out of his eyes. On top of his head was a conical helmet, called a jingasa. Red like all the other pieces, and on the "forehead" area was the Mori clan symbol.

'What the…where…how?' his head ran wild with questions for a while, until he found it futile to explain the situation he was in. 'Ok look for clues' he turned to the spot he was just laying at. It was a simple camp site under a woodland tree he couldn't identify. Just lying there under the tree were a sleeping mat, a brown blanket, a thick satchel, a backpack, and …wait are those weapons?! He hurried over to the later.

Laid against the tree were a Yari spear, a Katana sword, and a historical design rifle. The Yari style spear had a black shaft, and the business end of the blade was accompanied with two axillary blades sticking out of the base of the blade. Overall it was 7 feet long. The Katana was just as blandly designed, polished steel blade with a razor edge, red sheath and handle wrappings like his armor, with simple brass colored guard. The gun was like ones you'd see in films of Napoleon. It had varnished wood, and arm on the side with a white rope dangling off it, a turn bolt, a rifle style grip without a stock, and barren of markings. 'Huh, a matchlock? Then, why the bolt on the side?'

Irrelevant, A weapons nut he may be there was more important issues right now. Now then bags. These were not the ones with vivid coloring you'd see sports stores, no these where sewn with visible thread and made of leather. He stooled to the satchel and opened it. 'Jesus…' he swore. It was clearly dedicated to that gun over there. A burlap bag smelling of gun powder, tools to make lead balls, ingots of lead, and these strange welded metal blocks. Thirty of them, since they were piled on each other neatly, 5 rows X 6 columns. And a parchment book! He quickly snatched it up and opened it.

Gunpowder

Charcoal (15%)

Saltpeter (Woodash)&(Nitrate) (75%)

Sulphur (10%)

Water (optional)

Saltpeter or potassium nitrate is usually made from…

He closed it. Again interesting, but not what he was looking for. Huh this book looked a lot like his high school Chemistry notebook. He dropped it back in and closed the bag. On to the backpack, he grabbed it. As he held it, it was empty aside from a cylindrical mass and a few soft packs. Out of the backpack slipped out a scroll. A roll of parchment wrapped around a thick wooden cylinder bound with red spring. Untying it, he opened it. "What the…." He whispered out.

On the scroll was some kind of …game UI? Err ok…there was a portrait of himself in armor from the waist up, posed with his left holding his spear and right hand on his hip. Damn he looked pretty boss actually. There was his name and under that read.

Class: Ashigaru- (Toggle) – Plucked from countryside's, these peasants soldiers are doughy fighters, but with training and experience have the potential to become great. Even the lowest of born can become regent.

-Permutations-

+Yari Ashigaru- the spear's length is to make up for lack of skill, keeping the enemy at a distance and puncture armor, only a fool would charge into its point.

+Loaned Katana Ashigaru-Swords of true warriors have no usual place in the hands of peasants, but war brings unusual circumstances. Given by a Lord, Samurai, or just picked off the ground, best to use whatever you can to fight.

+Matchlock Ashigaru- Guns kill without honor, but victory washes away dishonor. Though slow to load, the devastating power at range is undeniable.

In a box under this read….

Traits/Perks- Character Permutations gained from certain activities or actions. (WEAPON) perks are only given when such weapon is equipped

(all) Aptitude- Within every person is the potential for greatness. Greater Experience gained from activities and battle.

(all) Bushido- Once the blade is drawn it must taste blood! You cannot use weapons other than what you start with, but weapons are unbreakable and can't be lost (given Call Weapons Spell).

(all) Changing Fortunes- For the lowborn, talent and deeds can provide better lots in life. Unlocks Sengoku Class Promotion system. Can't reclass using master seals

(all) Sneering Imperialist- Bandit Scum! You deal more damage to non-formal army units, such as rebels and bandits.

(all) Craftsman- Give the man leather and he'll make anything! You are able to make basic goods. Also able perform basic repair and production activities (e.g. cooking and sewing) (Doesn't give Smith trait)

(all) Scavenger- They aren't using it so that's mine, and that's mine oh and so is that! Scavenge inventory items from killed enemies

(Spear) Brace- Protect your balls! Reduces damage when charged by enemy unit

(Sword) BANZAI! - CHARGE! Double damage to first strike when charging

(Rifle) Skirmish- Incoming! Increase chance of dodging projectile.

His eyes no looked up from the scroll, flabbergasted. He had perks! Well according to this magical piece of paper he did. Honestly, he really didn't feel any different from his usual self. Hell for all he know it's just a novelty he picked up for kicks. Now that he thought about it…. There was no real way to verify if it was true this was his. 'Oh wait! It said I have a spell! Call Weapon! Might as well experiment with it.' went through his train of thought. He held out his hand to the weapons still leaning against the tree and thought 'Call Weapon!' They didn't budge. '…er…Call …Yari?' Instantly the spear hovered above ground, with a slight shade of green energy emitting from it. It reoriented itself spear point aimed right at him….the FLEW AT HIM! "Shit!" he cursed loudly, hitting the deck as fast as he could.

Nothing happened. He looked up to see the yari spear was still hovering except within grabbing range. After calming his hyper heart, he decided to try again with the much safer sheathed katana. Worst case scenario he gets bludgeoned with the scabbard. 'Call Katana.' The spear dropped, the green energy dissipated, now possessing the sword. It acted much like the spear except he was confident enough to see the ordeal though. It flew as fast as the spear did before only stopping short of his hand. It levitated with that green shaded energy. Hesitantly he grasped it. As his fingers found a firm grip the energy vanished.

'Huh cool' ran though his mind, never mind magic existed. Proof of it was right in front of his face. How on earth was he going to contest that? A trick of wires of a complex scheme? '*Ugh* none of this doesn't make sense. Maybe I can find someone to ask questions.' He thought to himself. He looked over to the haphazard campsite. It appeared these things belonged to him, so of course he'll take them with him.

After packing the sleep mat and blanket into the travel backpack, he slipped it on and the satchel over his shoulder. He slipped the katana into a hidden waist loop that secured the sword in place. The rifle had its own place on his back where the cuirass had its own exposed leather loop. Next to it was another smaller accompanying twin clearly meant for the spear, but he kept the spear in hand. Never know when a wild animal may come, and it made an ideal walking stick.

His brown eyes scanned the horizon. With the sun out and bright the pillar of smoke in the distance stood out. The pillar was too thick to be normal industry, but still it's likely there was a settlement in that direction. 'Alright off to see the Wizard, the wonderful wizard of …wherever this is.'

-Road to South town (minutes from the town)-

Ok so he now knew he was going. An arrow sign labeled the town ahead as South town. He couldn't help but roll his eyes. 'Seriously it's almost as bad double entendre as Bikini bottom' ran though his head. Oh he was here. South town seemed like a hamlet of medieval Europe complete with white bricking and faded red-brown roof tiling, except the fire and people scattering. 'Oh shit!' our main character rushed forward to see utter chaos, people running like hell at their heels, the air is saturated with smoke, and occasional body haphazard on the ground in a shallow pools of blood.

Standing in the town square were group of brigands, all of them clad in a mix of steel armor and scarlet clothes. In between them was a young female villager. The one that looked like the guy in charge looked around at his boys with a wicked grin and gleam in his pig-like eyes. "Gwa ha ha ha! That's it lads! Pick the place clean. Torch the rest!" the leader proudly ordered. He grabbed their captive roughly by her forearm, bringing her close to his face. "Ain't that right lass." He breathed inches away from her fearful face. "HELP! S-Someone PLEASE!" She shrieked out of panic.

Our protagonist wanted to jump in. These bandits were terrorizing villagers, but could he pull it off? And survive? Well…he'll worry about that later. When in doubt wing it "STOP RIGHT THERE CRIMINAL SCUM! Surrender now or you'll die!" He shouted at the top of his lungs pointing his yari at them. 'Ugh of course now of all times, I channel my inner TES 4 imperial guard'

If the bandits remotely cared what stupidity he uttered, they didn't seem to acknowledge it. The boss shouted "Well what do we have here? A little boy playing hero? Or a dumbass looking to die! Kill him!" he shouted to the one closest to our main character. The bandit had a metallic headband and an iron sword.

The myrmidon eagerly closed in on our Ashigaru, licking his lips as if about to enjoy a fine meal. Our Spear-wielder dropped into a stance, Weapon posed to skewer his opposition. The ruffian yelled as he charged bringing the sword over his head. As he closed in the Ashigaru was racked with nerves, sweat beaded down his brow as the bandit's form closed in. He shut his eyes. On instinct his hands on his spear thrusted forward. He heard a *Squish* as pain racked his head. He opened his eyes eager to find what had happened. The yari's deadly point had found its mark in the Ruffian's neck, a small stream of crimson drifted down. His eyes had just rolled to the back of his head. His arm was extended, his swords edge had met his helmet, but otherwise the spearman was ok! He pulled back his weapon with a sick slicking noise. The body of his adversary toppled over dead where he stood.

The bandit boss was livid! "You three take care of this shit stain!" He waved three of his group forward. They drew their weapons a sword and two axes. The crones charged in like their comrade did before, lungs expelling horrid battle cries. The spearman is panicking he had to keep them at bay! If not they'd surely hack him to pieces. He brought the yari's business end behind him. The three finally reached him. The Ashigaru swung the spear in an arch at them. Two of the men foresaw this and leaped out of the way. The third however didn't make it and the yari's razor edge bit into his side. Not enough to kill him but certainly enough to knock him to the ground. Our protagonist couldn't pause here came the other two. The bandits were so focused on the spear's point; they neglected to take into account the blunt end. Our hero swings the black shaft end, crashing it against the metal helmet of the brigand before him. The man is stunned as he tries to gather his bearings.

Too late as the Ashigaru now swings the pointed end, slashing the throat of the dazed warrior open. He falls dead. The bandit still standing looks in horror as his comrade met his end. Nervous but undaunted he tries once more to lop off the head of his opponent. Heaving his axe overhead, preparing to bring it crashing down on our Ashigaru, he yelled with all his zeal, bloody murder. The spear man however sees a split second opportunity and plunges his yari into the man's armpit and into his lung. He bandit finds all of his energy cease to a halt as his life fades. The Ashigaru frees his weapon from the still warm corpse. By now the first of this group has almost recovered from our spearman's blow, but is put to the ground with a swing of the spear. Adrenaline pumped though the Ashigaru's system. Without thought, he stands over the down brigand, and hammers down the spear into the prone man's stomach.

Now trialed in the blood of the deceased, our Ashigaru plucks out his weapon, exhausted, but still ready. The Bandit leader was hysterical "Bastard you'll pay for that!" he draws his personal weapon, a hand axe. *Yah!* he yells as his covers the ground between him and the killer of his men. Our spearman readies his weapon to pierce the leader's gut. He will score no such blow. The bandit boss had seen the tricks of his adversary. Swatting the point of the yari away, he came within the hacking distance, bringing his axe down. The yari bearer tried to parry with the handle. The shaft found itself trapped between the handle of the axe and its bearded edge. The boss gave a chipped tooth grin as he planted his foot into the Ashigaru's gut. The man lost his grip and hit the dirt hard. He tried to reach for his katana but the bandit above his prone form stomped on his hand. "I'm gonna fed your charred corpse to that wench back there sonny boy. Tell them Garrick sent you!" pressing his axe's blade against the doomed man's throat.

'It's over, I'm done…' was all he could reason.

"Thunder!" was suddenly heard off in the distance. The attention of the Brigand turned to over his back has lightning racked his body, lighting up like a firefly. Then the gallop of a heavy horse neared as a large form charged the cooked man and with a heavy metal impact brought him to the earth and after life. The laying man felt relief was over him as three more people accompanied the large form, which he could now identify as man in blue plate armor on an equally armored steed. One of them was a blue haired male with black garb and a white cape. This one yells to another, "We have a wounded person here!" to a young lady adorable in physicality. She had blonde hair in wide curly tails, a headpiece of button like ornaments, and a high class, decorated yellow dress.

Worry marred her cute face as she waved a bronze staff over him. Familiar green energy was emitting from it. The Ashigaru found his pain instantly subside. His stomach no longer ached and his head was clear of pain. He sat up to meet the eyes of his rescuers, the horse-ridden knight, the white caped man, the adorable young lady, and the fourth. She was a quite a breath taking sight. A heart shaped face, dark brown eyes much like his, and sleek snowy hair tied back in two tails that rested on her front. She was dressed in a black hooded cloak with purple tones and golden embedding. She leaned down to meet his eyes and asked "Are you ok?" he nodded. She returned the gesture and asked "What's your name?"

"Harvest."