Hi, this is my first fic I ever made so please, go easy on me. I'm not good as the others writers on this site but I can sure try my best to make the plot interesting.
Pairings: Well, I'll leave that to you guys to figure it out.
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece. The creator Ichiro Oda owns it. I just own the plot.
Virtue of the Sword
By: Sunara
PrologueThe sound of steel on steel rang sharply throughout the fields of Tokyo, Japan as two unidentified warriors battle one on one. Each of the exchanging blows released a gust of violent winds across the terrain.
" The warrior protects and defends because he realizes the values of others""Sanjuuroku Pondo Ho" the warrior cried out sending a cutting wave towards his enemy. His foe held out his katana and fluidly pierced through the attack. The man let out a strain of curses as the opponent rushed to his to his right and swung his sword diagonally. He prevented himself from being impaled but he lost sight of his opponent.
"He knows that they are essential to society and, in his gift of service, recognizes and their values…"
"Shishi Son Son" the warrior suddenly threw himself in attempt to dodge the upcoming attack but the sword successfully hit its target. He held his side in attempt to stop the bleeding. He let out another curse as he slowly attempted to get up but no avail. His opponent let out a disappointed chuckle as he strides toward the fallen form. "Do you believe truly that this is the only way protect people who you care for"
"Daily involvements in acts such as these are as much a part of training as time spent in the dojo, and indeed should be the reason for that spent training"
Even though his foe's face was hidden under his straw hat; the warrior was able to sense a wave of guilt upon him. "It's a shame really, that he won't make it time to see this," he whispered solemnly ignoring the warrior's question. He looked behind him towards a grassy hill where two dark figures stared at him anxiously waiting for the final blow to be done.
"There are two types of men: those who would offer succor and aid…""I'm sorry," his voice trembled in sorrow. The warrior eyes widen as the youth raised his sword above him and gave a painful cry striking his target. A few feet away, several birds fly away in fright crowing loudly as the deed was done.
"And those who prey upon them"
I know the prologue is pretty short but there is still more chapters to come. Please R&R, your reviews gets me inspired to write more chapters.
Thanks Always
Sunara
