Il Cielo dei Tre Regni
by Lunar Wave
Disclaimer: This story borrows the setting and characters of the Koihime†Musou series and borrows multiple elements from Katekyo Hitman Reborn. I own neither series.
Summary: Hongou Kazuto carries a great burden. He's the so-called Heavenly Messenger that is supposed to lead this country of chaos to peace. While he's not certain he's the Heavenly Messenger, there is no doubt that he is one beloved by the Sky; the Heir of the Vongola.
Last Edited: June 30, 2019
Prologue: The Heir of the Sky Descends
"Mafia?"
"Yeah, I lead a Mafia Group called Vongola, Kazuto…"
"…Does that mean… you… are a criminal, daddy?"
"N-no! Of course not! I just… You're right that Mafia is a criminal syndicate but… I vowed to drag Vongola back from its dark past and back to its original form… And… if that doesn't work… I vowed to be the one to destroy Vongola."
"…Uh… does that mean you're… a good guy?"
"Being good or not doesn't matter much. Even good people can be made to do bad things. But if I have to say it… yes, I'm one of the good guys; at least compared to the rest of the mafia."
"…Have you killed someone before?"
"…A few times… but sometimes, you have to kill to protect those that are important to you… After all… I'm not just protecting myself anymore… I'm the Vongola's Sky now. And the Sky's task is…"
"Rain, Storm, Cloud, Sun, Mist, and Lightning, the sky influences all of them. The sky understands and accepts all of them."
Those words still echoed within his head. The task of the sky… it had always resonated within him ever since he heard it. It felt so right… as though he had found a purpose he can run forward to. He won't ever recite the words like a mantra but he could always pull it back into his mind if he ever needed to remember those words. Word for word he memorized the roles of each guardian, but it will always be the Sky's role that he could resonate with.
Breathing calmly, the boy swung his shinai (bamboo sword). Steady swings, never wavering; there is no rush in his movements. Wearing the traditional kendo armor, he swung calmly. Surrounding him are various other members of the Kendo Club, quite a lot of them attractive females. Some looked on in interest, others looking to find anything to criticize in his form, and others continued to do their own training. He was the recognized second strongest of the Kendo Club, right after the club's ace, Fuyurugi Kisaya. Only this boy had been able to challenge that title, but even he couldn't defeat this undefeated queen.
"Kazu-pii!" And then the quiet air around them broke upon the entrance of one strange existence. A non-club member, and ex-boyfriend of their ace, Oikawa Tasuku, the bespectacled second year arrived addressing the boy swinging the shinai. As though by instinct, the boy positioned himself to deal with a surprise attack and swung, stopping just short of hitting the neck. "WHOOOAAA! What the hell, man?"
"Oh… it's just you Oikawa." The boy sighed, lowering the bamboo sword.
"Dude! You just tried to cut my head off!"
"You're overreacting. This is a shinai, not a katana, idiot." The boy fiddled with his helmet a bit before removing it. Now, his features came into full view. Brown hair, somewhere in the middle of being well-kept and being windswept, an utterly average face, and relaxed eyes as he smiled at his friend. Average, that is the word you'd describe the boy as; nothing spectacular to look at. Even by looking, most people would actually be surprised to learn that he could give the Kendo Club's ace a run for her money. Hongou Kazuto shrugged before walking away from the practice area. "And anyway, you shouldn't have walked in the practice area so casually in the first place."
"That's your own fault, isn't it? Shouldn't martial artists always pay attention to their surroundings?"
"That's faulty logic, and you know it, you bastard." Kazuto snorted, "And I didn't hit you, did I?"
"Anyway, Kazu-pii," Clearly not intending to acknowledge his statement, "did you already forget what we're going to do today?"
"… Huh? Did I make any plans with you?"
"No, but you do remember we need to deal with the winter break project the principal left us, right?"
"The report thing, huh? Well, I guess we could go now. Just let me get ready first."
"Sure, sure, just don't take your sweet time. I know the girls here are pretty, but you'll need to hold your sword in, if you know what I mean."
SWING!
"Oy! Don't actually try to cut my head off!"
"Not the right stance for that," came the nonchalant reply of Hongou Kazuto.
"Oy! Are you saying that if you had the correct stance, you could actually cut my head off?!"
"Now your overactive imagination is making you think such silly things. Leave, before it stops thinking at all." The dry humor in Hongou's voice made its way out and Oikawa grinned in reply, laughing as he left the room. Kazuto stared at the retreating back of his friend before he walked off to change.
Kazuto was mildly annoyed by his friend's incessant chatter. Oikawa never did learn how to shut up. Especially about his own… conquests, where he managed to get a girlfriend out of a few of the girls of the school, and subsequently get dumped after a while mostly due to Oikawa's bragging. Although Kazuto has to say that Oikawa isn't exactly bad looking, he isn't that impressive. At best, Oikawa's brown hair and glasses would label him as average. Although he would also have to say he lives under the same label of average looking.
"… I thought that this was the perfect chance for a date!" Oikawa grinned.
"Which one is it this… on second thought, I honestly don't want to know."
"Don't be like that, Kazu-pii~!"
"You just want to boast the fact that you have a girlfriend before I did, you Casanova." An accusation from Kazuto and Oikawa simply replied with a very toothy grin.
"Indeed! I'm a Casanova! A Romeo! If you aren't a Romeo when you're young, then you fail as a man!" Sometimes Kazuto thought that he should've attended high school at Namimori, but he had opted to go to St. Francesca to get away from the general craziness being in that supposedly peaceful town. But Oikawa is easy to hang around with, compared to the dull seriousness the rest of the boys here had.
"Didn't Romeo kill himself? Next to Juliet's not-quite-dead body, no less."
"Ah… Kazu-pii's non-romantic side showed itself. Out of all the things you had to remember about Romeo, it's that one?"
"I also remember that was the reason Juliet killed herself with her knife."
"… Dude… really?" Oikawa shook his head. Kazuto shrugged and kept walking…
Huh? Kazuto instinctively moved slightly to the left when a strange boy just walked past him. At first glance, the boy looked nothing special, but what caught his attention is the way the boy walked. Too… defensive, as though he expected to be jumped in a school environment. But it's not just defensive. Confidence oozes from his walk pattern, unlike traumatized victims who went through some self-defense classes. It's as though he was staring at a mafia gang leader who is secure in his position.
"… Huh? Did we have a student like that here?" He voiced.
"Never seen him before." Oikawa replied, "Why?"
"… Nothing." It might be his imagination only, and he certainly hoped so… But… His intuition has never failed him before, and his blood is screaming to him that the boy would be trouble in the future. He wrestled with his instincts for a bit before he finally managed to calm himself down. He turned back once more to see the boy disappear from sight.
"Don't tell me you are-"
"No. Oikawa. I am not batting for the other team as you love to point out. I am very much straight." Kazuto snorted.
"So you say, but you don't even have a girl in mind at all. Aside from Fuyurugi Kisaya, that is, and even then you mostly just want to beat her at Kendo."
"I'm not the kind of person who would ask out any girl that I find attractive, Oikawa." Mostly because he doesn't want to drag anyone into his most likely future life as a mafia ruler. This was left unsaid. "I'd like a girlfriend, yes, but I think I'll consider crossing the line if they ask me out first."
"Oh, going to play the waiting game? Wait for the girls to confess first, huh? Heh, well, I'm sure there are a few girls here that will find you attractive, you know? You're the other ace of the Kendo Club, your grades aren't half bad, and you are at least above average when it comes to looks. BUT! We only have three years of High School Life, you know! You should be spending it with a cute girl!" Oikawa snorted, "Not those fancy old books you like reading so much."
"I'll have you know those books are required readings by my tutor," Kazuto replied.
"Oh, you mean Bon-sensei? I wonder why he likes that old stuff like that. He looks to be about the generation where people have begun using phone apps."
"Eh, who knows? Maybe he's older than he looks."
"Maybe. Ah well, doesn't matter! Let's get to that museum and finish the stupid report."
"Yeah, you're right." Even after that chat, Kazuto couldn't help but remember what his instinct screamed. He'll have to talk to "Bon-sensei" soon. He just hoped Namimori's craziness hasn't found him, yet. He only had a year and a half left, dammit…
First of all, the only opinion Kazuto had for the museum is that…
"They went all out…" Does a school museum really need to have all this stuff?
"I wonder how much it costs…" Oikawa muttered.
"Millions, at least. The displays actually look authentic." Most likely, they are. Kazuto thought. A gut feeling is saying that they are, at the very least. "And no. Oikawa. Even if you recite to me all your conspiracy theories about St. Francesca, it's more likely to get you kicked out first."
"… You sure like to take the wind from my sails here."
"I've been your friend for almost two years now. I know your stupid insistence on those theories."
"They're not stupid if they're true."
"And you don't know that. Now come on, I'm actually interested in this display." Kazuto pointed to one of the rooms. Upon entering, Kazuto can see ancient weapons, spears, and various scrolls are displayed on the walls.
"Huh… according to the brochure, these artifacts come from the late Han Dynasty."
"The Three Kingdoms Era, huh? That would be 1800 years ago."
"Bon-sensei must be really brutal on you if you actually remember those things," Oikawa said, with a sympathetic tone.
"He's brutal yes, but this part of history I was actually interested in," Kazuto admitted. "I would usually sneak a few minutes reading about this part of history."
"First of all, you're not Chinese. Why would you care about this part of history at all?" Oikawa pointed out.
"I learned Chinese from Bon-sensei too, and a lot of the things he taught me are related to the country."
"Like I said, way too harsh."
"Eh, whatever you say." Kazuto laughed before surveying the room, before finding his eyes honed in on a specific individual. "It's that boy again."
"… Huh, oh yeah? So he was headed here, huh?" Okay, now he's worried. Kazuto traced the boy's line of sight and found that the boy was looking rather interestingly at a strange mirror. Kazuto best take note of that.
"… It's rare enough to find a boy that we do not know…"
"Yeah. Considering how few boys there are in the school, what you say makes sense… Maybe he's in the younger years?"
"… Maybe." Kazuto decided to keep his observations away from Oikawa. His friend didn't need to worry about it. "Well, we're here for the report, so maybe he's the same?"
"Maybe. Well then let's go!" Oikawa laughed, walking away. Kazuto moved to follow but not before hearing the next words coming out of the strange boy's mouth.
"… Here… it… begins."
Kazuto's eyes narrowed. Yes, this boy was definitely suspicious.
After spending a few more minutes listening to Oikawa's relatively random fantasies about various exhibits, and taking his own notes about them, Kazuto decided to leave to meet Bon-sensei… or rather Reborn-sensei, to inform the tutor about the information he came across.
"Hmm… I don't know anything about that mirror that makes it special, but… heh, interesting. Well then, Bakazuto. Why don't we make this your training?" The man smirked, pulling out a belt with various boxes attached to it. Kazuto looked somewhat amazed at the sheer amount of boxes Reborn placed on the damned thing. A drawstring bag was also tossed at him, probably containing boxes that are still valuable but not needed to be readily accessed. "Keep the boy from stealing anything, or if you're too late, take back what he stole."
"Somehow, I knew that would be what you would say." Kazuto sighed, before taking the belt and safely fastening it around his waist. "Sure, let's take on someone who looks strong enough to actually beat me alone."
"You wouldn't have to do this alone if you would get someone as part of your guardians already." Reborn snorted, casually having his shape-shifting chameleon, Leon, turn into a handgun, most likely to threaten him if he tried to sass it up again.
"Reborn-sensei, the only one remotely strong enough around here to be considered is Fuyurugi-sempai." Kazuto noted, "And I don't really need guardians yet. My dad would probably hold the reins for another twenty years and even forty if he wanted to." Kazuto shrugged, toying with a ring that had an orange gem on it.
"Well, if you find out the boy could be a good guardian, you can hand him one of the rings. You also have a spare set of rings, in case you need it, in your bag." So two sets of rings… well, he supposed it made sense to have a spare sky ring in case he needed it. He doesn't exactly have the nigh-unbreakable Vongola Set with him.
"I'm very unlikely to want him in Vongola so soon after our fight but okay…" Kazuto nodded, before lighting the gem on fire. Dying Will Flames… The manifestation of one's resolution, bearing the colors of the rainbow, and classified by the various phenomena of the sky, the flames burned brighter and brighter the more he put power within it. That being said…
"The power behind it is seriously lacking, Bakazuto," Reborn-sensei noted disapprovingly, causing Kazuto to wince. The flame flickered slightly but maintained it as much as he could. "Your resolution is lacking."
"… There isn't much to be resolved about." Kazuto sighed, before narrowly dodging a bullet from Reborn's gun. "Except death threats," Kazuto added before dodging yet another bullet. Three strikes. Next one will ensure pain and destruction.
"Hmm… I suppose that's natural considering how well Decimo is handling things." Reborn grunted, "You also have a new stock of dying will pills in the bag, but for this one, we'll be using a bullet." His flame might be weak, but he had spent quite a lot of his lifetime training under Reborn. Learning the Dying Will Mode was one of the first steps, and… soon after, he learned the Hyper Dying Will Mode. Which is a major achievement for him, despite, as Reborn said, a less than stellar Dying Will Flame.
"Right." He tapped the box directly on his left side, and, as it opened, pulled out a bokken (wooden sword).
"Well then, Sawada Kazuto, are you ready for your first real battle in almost a year?" Reborn smirked, standing up.
"Yeah, I guess so." Kazuto nodded swinging his sword a few times. "I'm just questioning if I need all these things." Gesturing at the bag.
"Doesn't hurt to be prepared," Reborn replied easily. "While I don't expect this to be some sort of prolonged battle, I just thought you best be prepared to evacuate from here in case the boy has done something to the school."
"So he might've been able to rig the place somehow?"
"Without me knowing, I doubt that," Reborn replied. "But he could just as easily destroy the place if he has a powerful flame." Of course. The Flames, regardless of Sky or Earth, are all dangerous. He just hopes that it won't come to that. He fixed the bag onto his back.
"What else did you put in here."
"Just the bare essentials." Reborn flippantly responded.
"Bare essentials, for an heir of a world famous mafia family, right?" Kazuto replied, to which Reborn simply grinned.
"Now you are seeing things my way." That means, he probably has a black suit here in at least one of the boxes, an electric charger powered by fiamma voltage, probably even his airbike. No… if it's Reborn, he'll place the airbike on one of his belt boxes… And there it is.
"Somehow… I think you just managed to make me a bigger prize if I get caught." Kazuto sighed. So much mafia technology here… If he is ever caught with them, he might have just spelled doom to the world.
"Then don't get caught." Reborn shrugged, clearly telling him to treat that as training as well. "Oh, just so we're clear, Bakazuto. If this is a false trail or the boy isn't worth our time, I'm going to upgrade your thrice a week training schedule and make it a full week."
Ah, there's the threat he has been expecting all this time.
Stakeout. A hitman's bread and butter. Also a relatively reckless boy's worst nightmare. Nothing bores a person more than waiting for someone to come, without even knowing if the person would even arrive at all. But Kazuto's Intuition was still churning his insides, making this seemingly tranquil night restless. Something is going to happen. He just needed it to happen soon before he gets too tired. It was also too cold to actually wait forever. He would've used his flame to warm himself up, but Reborn told him to hold on to it for now.
Reborn should be positioned on a rooftop nearby; somewhere he can see both the museum and Kazuto's location at the same time. The man is also better versed in this art. After all, he's the world's greatest hitman. This sort of thing is something the man was practically born to do. And the hitman didn't seem to mind doing this, there being no threats from his earpiece; Reborn probably already expected the quiet in the first place.
The nearby lamps started flickering. Ah, there's Reborn's signal. Cutting off the electricity, so that the cameras won't catch them, as well as keep the area too dark for any outsiders to spot the situation easily. He shouldn't actually need to use his flames for this.
"Visione Notturna." He mumbled, sending a bit of flame to activate his contact lenses' Night Vision mode. He now has potentially one more advantage against his opponent now.
Brattle-brattle-brattle-brattle
The sound of footsteps on grass… Kazuto was sure.
Brattle-brattle-brattle-brattle
Yes, that is definitely the sound he heard. From the direction of the museum, he realized. Kazuto readied his wooden blade. So he was already too late huh? Did the boy stay inside the museum somehow and waited till the dead of night before he stole the artifact? No matter. As soon as the boy appeared in his field of vision, he jumped.
"You. What do you think you're doing this late at night?" The boy stopped his movements upon seeing Kazuto with his wooden blade. Kazuto surveyed the boy and found, yes the mirror is being held close to his hand. "… I knew it. You decided to steal the mirror. For what reason, I don't know, but whatever you are up to, you better quit now."
"And who are you to stop me?" The boy replied with a cold voice, before launching a kick at Kazuto.
Fast! Kazuto growled as he dodged the kick with a backstep. If he didn't have his Hyper Intuition, that might have actually hit him. So a martial artist, huh? Primarily a kick user, considering that he's confident to hold his stolen object in his hands rather than in a box. Not only that, he's good enough to accurately strike at his vitals with only sound and limited eyesight as his basis. The stolen mirror was then pocketed before the opponent took an actual stance.
"So that's how you want to play, huh?" Kazuto replied, before bringing the wooden sword in the stance he generally uses for Kendo. And with that, the two started their dance.
An overhead strike was parried with a free hand. A kick was blocked by the wooden blade.
"Ch… you're not an ordinary guy…" Kazuto growled as he felt the strength behind that kick. Powerful. That kick was too powerful. It was as though he was facing his father's Sun Guardian again.
"Shut up. This is where you die." Three consecutive kicks, like sickles through grass came. Kazuto blocked all of them, but he was starting to feel the numbing of his arms.
"Not going to happen," Kazuto muttered, before launching his own set of strikes. "Why are you stealing that mirror?"
"Stealing? You mean this thing?" A smirk appeared on the boy's face. "You don't need it. What's wrong with taking something people don't need?"
"Now I'm more interested in why you are so interested in the thing in the first place," Kazuto replied, grunting as a palm thrust struck his sword.
"That interest will be your downfall. If you don't want to die, you should just leave. Pretend this never happened."
"Sorry, but I don't listen to a petty thief." Kazuto snorted, before finally taking a stance.
"So you will insist on getting in my way? Well then, I guess I'm going to have to kill you. Without the key to open the door, history will never be rewritten, and this story shall end here."
"… Key… huh?"
"I have nothing else to say, die!" The boy rushed forward in a flurry of palm thrusts and kicks.
In an instant, the wooden blade in Kazuto's hand turned into a katana. 'Gofuu Juuu.' Kazuto thought, before disappearing from his opponent's already limited vision.
"What?" The boy tried to seek his opponent, but he couldn't even hear his opponent's breathing. It was as though he had vanished… or… "Matching your breathing with mine. How foolish!" The boy struck at a seemingly random side. Kazuto growled, before blocking the punch that was sent at his way. He knew his grasp on the more advanced forms of Shigure Souen Ryu is not as great as he'd like it to be, but for the boy to so easily find him despite using the 4th form… it said much about his opponent's skill. He allowed his sword to shift back into the form of a wooden sword. He didn't want to kill his opponent if it can be helped.
"I shouldn't have treated you like an opponent I can just take on so easily, I suppose." The boy muttered. "Well, then, prepare yourself." And suddenly, like a dam burst, an aura radiated from the boy. Killing intent abounded the atmosphere, almost choking him with the ability. But this isn't Dying Will Flames. The boy has yet to use Dying Will Flames.
This isn't the first time he has been in a deadly situation. You don't unlock the power of Hyper Intuition by being safe for your entire life. Nor do you unlock Hyper Dying Will Mode without being faced with deadly situation after deadly situation. And you don't survive this long in the world of Mafia without many Mafioso trying to take your life. And as a training exercise, Reborn had put him time and time again in the line of fire. But each time he had grown stronger with every encounter. According to Reborn, he should be as strong as his father had been after his first battle with Rokudo Mukuro. Slow compared to the fact that his father had been 14 during that encounter, but quicker than most other Vongola Heir candidates.
And then he felt it. A bullet to his forehead. A familiar sensation of his will to live igniting. Flames burst from the impact point, focusing his enhanced senses to such a degree that, even if he didn't have night vision in his contacts, he probably would still be able to see the world as though the sun was out. But now, he was a beacon of light in the dark alley, and the opponent doesn't need to rely on his other senses to see much anymore. Quickly, he turned his night vision off.
Now it was a matter of skill.
Kicks and punches were parried and dodged. Sword swings were blocked and dodged. The two boys traded blows equally and quickly. He then took a chance. The sword in his hand shifted into the form of a katana once more. Kazuto swung his blade in his right hand. The boy thrust his palm towards the predicted path of the blade to block it and… found the hand empty. But before he could react, Kazuto had swung his left hand as well, revealing the blade in it, and striking the boy's stomach. A small gash cut through the boy's (clearly stolen) uniform and the sword, wreathed in orange flames, also scorching it slightly.
"Gggh!" The boy growled as he stepped backward.
Shigure Souen Ryu, Fifth Form Offensive, Samidare.
Shigure Souen Ryu, the sword style best known for being one of the few sword styles that encourage every succeeding generation to add to it, to enhance it. This allowed it the reputation of being invincible despite only being nine to ten generations old. No two masters of the style carry all the same forms. It is also best known for being the sword style of Yamamoto Takeshi, his father's current Rain Guardian and the Ninth Generation master of the style. But… Kazuto didn't really learn the style from him. Instead, he learned it from an old Sushi Restaurant owner named Yamamoto Tsuyoshi, during his three-year stay in Namimori before boarding at St. Francesca. So he's also a Ninth Generation user.
Kazuto never did get to master it, despite the three years of training. Even now, he couldn't get a full grasp on the second form and couldn't do the sixth form at all. So he still felt rather unworthy of learning the style. But now, he was using that style to face an enemy.
"You're pretty good…" The boy growled as he held his slightly bleeding stomach. "But this is the end."
"We shall see about that." Shigure Souen Ryu, First Form Offensive Shajiku no Ame. His mind registered the technique's name as he rushes forward in a simple thrusting motion. His blade was wreathed with his Dying Will Flames, the orange colored flames dancing brilliantly upon the katana's surface.
The boy moved to dodge it by jumping to the side… but it was too late; the thrust had pierced the side of the boy's pants. And with the pierced gash on his leg, the bronze mirror was tossed into the air.
"Damn it!" The boy growled as he pulled away, ignoring the pain and rushed to grab the mirror. Kazuto moved to follow suit, still using the momentum of his technique to rush forward. But neither was able to grasp the mirror before it struck the road.
BREAK SHATTER
The sound of a breaking mirror was heard in that yard.
The anger contorted the face of the thief. "Shit! How dare you do this to me?"
"Me? You stole the damned thing in the first place." Kazuto snorted back, his mind still calmed down by his Hyper Dying Will Mode. But he still couldn't help feeling slightly panicked as he looked at the wrecked mirror. And his intuition flared! Something is wrong… but… what?
"You don't know anything, so quit talking!"
And in that instant, a bright light echoed across the pathway. He instinctively closed his eyes and he stopped sending flames to his contacts to deactivate the night vision mode.
[Oy! Bakazuto, what's going on there?] Reborn's voice echoed into his ear, but he didn't have the time to move. He needs to get out of the light…
"It's no use. You cannot go back. The curtain has been drawn."
"What are you talking about?" Kazuto replied with a raised tone.
"Be swallowed by the light. That is the punishment that has befallen you."
Kazuto growled as he tried to move again, but his feet seemed to have lost all strength, and he felt his Hyper Dying Will Mode receding. His panic started building up again, and he felt the near-suffocating feeling of his senses being unfocused once more.
"Now! View the truth of the world with your own eyes!" The boy still ranted, even as Kazuto's consciousness faded away. That was the last thing he remembered before everything he knew changed.
-()-
A single light shone within the early morning sky. A girl with rose-colored hair, prepared to set off to sell her mats, saw it fall. A pull. She felt a strange pull towards the light…
"… mother, I… Did you see that meteor?" The girl murmured, as she laid down the mat in her hand upon the floor.
"The falling star? Is there something the matter?" The girl's mother asked, slightly worried.
"… I feel like… as though something is calling me…"
"… Then follow it, dear. If your destiny has finally appeared, then take the chance. Leave the mats here. I don't think you should face destiny carrying those." Ryuubi looked surprised, before putting it down.
"Very well, mother. I'll be back soon." The girl bowed, a bright smile tinting her face. Arming an ornate sword onto her side, and bringing a single bag of money and some food, the young girl chased after the location of the falling star.
"Do not hurry. If anything… I would rather you return when your destiny has been fulfilled." The mother smiled softly, before watching her daughter run towards that fading orange light. "Take care… Touka."
-()-
The same light that the rose-haired girl saw was also seen by two young girls. One, who has black long hair and is undoubtedly the elder, watched the same sky that the younger redheaded girl by her side did. The light that shone brightly and they felt a strange pull, a sense of belonging to the light. It falls down somewhere in the nearby mountains but…
"… Is that…" The younger one muttered.
"Kanrou's prediction, right?" The elder one nodded. "… the chance for peace upon these troubled times…"
"… Let's go, Aisha!" The younger girl brightly smiled, grasping a spear nearly thrice her height and dashing out the door.
"Wait, Rinrin!" The other girl cried, grabbing her own weapon, a guandao decorated with a green dragon's head, and the two dashed away to the fading orange light.
From above, wreathed in sky's flame,
comes a messenger from the heavens.
Together with the Imperial Descendant,
he will gather his guardians
and bring peace to these warring lands.
Prologue End
Okay, introductions time! I'm Lunar Wave, writer of various crossovers (single fandom stories from me are rare) that remain unfortunately unfinished for various reasons, mostly due to Writer's Block.
So here I am, writing a story about Koihime Musou crossed with KHR elements. Unfortunately, you probably won't see a lot of KHR characters except in Flashbacks. Even Reborn here is mostly… just there. This is Kazuto's story for the most part and his journey as he treks the genderbent world of Koihime Musou. And yes, Kazuto IS Tsuna's son, in case I haven't hammered it in yet.
Unfortunately, this chapter is not beta read. Checking the Beta Reader's section of Koihime Musou, I only found five beta readers, four Beta Readers in English, and none of them has KHR as a preferred category. Ah well, I'll have to deal with this on my own I suppose.