Prologue- Dancer in the Night
The night was cold. Not unbearable, but snow littered the floor of a great wide plain. At the edge was a huge gate with two guard towers. Standing at the top of one of the guard tower was an armoured guard who was in charge of defense in the area. He was wearing light weight leather armour, which was enhanced by a piece of chain mail worn loosely over the at his side was an ordinary longsword. This man, who was ranked a defending captain of a guild, could not shake off an uncanny premonition that something was about to happen.
Something big.
Uneasily, he called for the 5 men in his security squad. They were similarly dressed, minus the chain-mail that the captain had. At his command, the 5 warriors ran down from the tower and down the hill towards the wide plains, shrouded in a blanket of sheer darkness. There was no moon in the night sky. The senior guard in the team of 5 led the group with a single wooden stick enchanted to bear fire. As the group proceeded cautiously, they felt a greater chill down their backs. Only this chill wasnt quite the one normally associated with cold temperature or icy weather. It was the chill that came from fear. A fear struck into their very souls, through spiritual pressure.
In front of the group of five stood a foreboding presence. Tall and dressed in a black cloak, barely discern able in the cold night head-guard asked, slowly,' Who are you? Why are you approaching our guild?' The figure did not reply and slowly removed his travelling cloak. Underneath it, the man wore a sleek white overcoat, which covered every other armour he wore.
Yasha stared ahead at the 5 beings in front of him. He felt nothing. It was pathetic. "Nobodies, huh?" he drawled. "Any of you know where's the kid named Ichimaru?" The head-guard reached for his long sword. The other 4 began to follow suit, when a powerful pressure anchored them to the ground. Their knees shattered under the sheer spiritual pressure, locked to the ground. "I won't ask a third time" continued the cold voice." After a brief moment of silence, he shook his head. "Didn't expect much of them anyway." he quipped, more to himself then to them. And he reached for his own kantana, hidden within his white sleeves. Bloodcurling screams shattered the silence of the cold night.
Hearing the loud screams, the Defense Captain knew something was up. He hated to leave the defense camp though and called for backup. 3 more warriors were sent to investigate. The Captain felt a strange chill, the source of his uneasiness. It wasn't the snowing that caused the coldness that night. The unusual coldness he felt, it belonged to spiritual pressure."Not the kind you felt from a Ice type though", he thought. He decided that it was best to follow the three warriors anyway. Following them down the stairway of the tower, he suddenly felt a cold prescense. Fear struck him , as did a heavy spiritual pressure. "Single file", he called out softly. the three warriors slowed and followed behind him. The Captain drew his sword. He held his breath and reached for the door. As he was about to turn the knob, another knight appeared beside him. It was a Defense General, one rank higher than the Captain. The Captain nodded briefly as a sign of respect. The General whispered, "I'll be beside you."The General readied his spear. The knob turned.
"Crunch!" The door splintered in two. With tremendous force, a blade suddenly pierced through the wooden door and with blinding speed , throughout the team, still in single file formation. There was shock as none of the 4 in the team knew what had hit them. Even the General was in shock. The sword withdrew equally stealthily and quickly. It disappeared, in fact, within the blink of an eye. All the warriors collapsed.
The General felt fear grip him, as though a huge pair of invisible hands was grabbing his shoulders. "Someone better, but still rather pathetic," a voice announced stepped into the tower stairwell, his face illuminated by the candle torches that littered the stairwell walls. His face was fox like, with eyes closed in slits and a wide grin,that had an evil look to General was unable to react. Fear gripped his heart. The cold voice continued," So, do you know where the Ichimaru kid is?" The General mustered up all his courage. He thought of the guild, the guild he had sworn to protect. His family, the guild leader, who promoted him from a mere guard to his current rank. He felt honoured to be in the silver circle. The General stared the white figure in his slit eyes and was about to speak when , the same immense pressure nailed his kness to the tower floor. He felt great shock, and slowy said," i'll tell you, over my dead body." "So be it." sneered the voice. I'll just eliminate every last one of you silver circle." He reached for his sword. Blood splattered the floor, and the spear hit the ground with a resonating clang.
Yasha left the building. Just like that, in a split second, he had defeated everyone in the defence camp. "Aaaah, no good" he thought aloud. "They'll discover the scene in a day, two if im really lucky. I should destroy my trace." He drew his sword again. Yasha dashed about the defence compound. The buildings crumbled to the ground in dust and debris. Yasha sheathed his blade, and threw on his travelling cloak. He disappeared into the darkness.