Author's notes: Greetings everybody, my name is Thunderxtw and this will be my first Soul Calibur fic. I have wanted to make a fic regarding Soul Calibur for some time now, but never got around to it. This one will be about the new character, Setsuka. If I get some reviews, I will post more chapters, so please R&R. Anyway, I hope you all will like it. Enjoy!
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Frosty cold raindrops fell from the darkened sky in the shadowy weather of night, dampening the mossy stone grounds below. Such weather was unexpected, drawing dozens of people into their homes for the sake of warmth and dryness. Setsuka wandered through the quaint little town as she raised her oilpaper umbrella above her drizzling head. Her tall flopping Geta sandals splashed across the forming puddles of mucky water and the toes of her feet felt numbness, as the weather grew colder.
Looking through the openings of the homes she passed up, she could view the children cuddling in the warm arms of their loving parents. It almost brought a tear to her eye, for it reminded her of the man that used to take care of her, a man that took her into his own custody when she was young, adopting her as his child. During rainy nights like this, they were always together in each other's loving embracement, but Setsuka only had the Kimono the caretaker had given to her to keep herself warm now. She was on her own, with nobody to guide or take care of her but herself.
Setsuka's master, a bodyguard and swordsman, died from a horrific duel with a samurai warrior. Once this came to her attention, she panicked with unsettling tears forming underneath her eyelids. All the sword master had left Setsuka in his passing were the skills he knew of the battou-jutsu, the fighting style he used to protect his patrons, and his parting words to never seek vengeance against the man he had fought in battle. However, his death struck Setsuka so hard, she sought for revenge against the samurai anyway. Her journey to find the man called Heishiro Mitsurugi started slow with only minor clues of where she could find him, but later in the end, they finally crossed paths and a vicious battle between them was set off the moment Setsuka alerted the samurai and drew out her sword. Before she could deliver the final deathblow, Setsuka remembered her master's words and everything he had taught her since she was a child, telling her again that revenge was not the answer. With that, Setsuka withdrew her blade and proceeded to walk as far away from the motionless body of Mitsurugi as she could.
As the weather grew even colder with the rain pattering harder down her lively colored umbrella, Setsuka felt a sharp sting sink into her spine, her senses indicating someone or something was close by, stalking her in the shadows. She allowed the stalker to come closer, until they were within her very reach to grab. The follower drew closer to Setsuka, reaching for the small bag of gold that hung from around her slender waist. Immediately, Setsuka made a quick turnaround and grabbed the delicate hands of the stalker, who appeared to be shorter than what she had expected. The follower wore a mask like covering to conceal their identity and a fully black uniform to blend in with the darkness. Setsuka bent her knees down and peered into the eyes of the short stalker, glaring menacingly.
"Are you trying to rob somebody?" Setsuka scoffed. "It would seem you weren't very successful."
The stalker yanked free from Setsuka's grasp. "Let go of me!" Came the voice of a little frightened girl, pulling the mask from her face. "You'd rob too if you were in my position."
" A little girl? Why must you rob innocent people walking about?"
"It's none of your concern!" the girl retorted in a loud squeak.
Setsuka's face formed half of smile, but still kept her menacing glare intact.
"Well, I'll let this one go, but I better not catch you doing this again to me or anybody else. A child like you should not be out during this time of night."
"You can't tell me what to do," the girl declared.
Setsuka's smile faded, bending her knees down even further, staring into the timid girl's eyes.
"Go home!" she barked.
Setsuka watched as the little girl scurried away into the darkness, having no idea of where she ran off. It did not matter, as long as she went back home with her family where she belonged rather then be out in the cold wet night. All seemed well now, but Setsuka could not escape the thought that she was being followed again. She turned a corner down an alleyway to lose the follower. Of course, she was not successful in doing so as she could hear the loud sounds of feet pounding in the puddles of water behind her. Finally, she turned her back to face the stalker, thinking it was the little girl from before, but it simply was not. A large man wearing ragged clothes stood in front of her, showing the shine of his faulty gold teeth.
"Nice night, isn't it?" he smirked. "Shouldn't you be in doors?"
Setsuka gave a scowling expression, slightly unsheathing the iaito from the handle of her umbrella. She knew the man's intentions already before she gave an answer to his question.
"I go where I go," she said, coldly. "I don't need a stranger telling me where I should be."
The ragged clothed stranger chuckled as he approached Setsuka with a sparkle in his eye, bringing a group of three other men, also in ragged clothes, to appear behind her, bearing evil smiles.
"We're not used to seeing women such as yourself walk through here. Bad things can happen, you know?"
"I can predict where this is leading," Setsuka thought. "Foul dogs, have they nothing better to do then force themselves upon unsuspecting women?"
Setsuka did not expect a battle so quickly, but she had no choice. The riffraff in front of her were not the negotiable types. There was no other alternative but the use of violence. Neither of the thugs appeared to be very strong, intelligent, or clean, having Setsuka even distaste the thought of touching their putrid hairy bodies covered in filth with her hands and feet. It was obvious they were a gang of thieves looking to steal, beat, and rape anybody that wandered into their self-entitled territory, but Setsuka chose not to fall victim to their plans. A shrill of thunder aided by flickering lightning exploded in the sky and left Setsuka with the signal to attack.