This was a bet I made with a friend of mine who said to write something using Gurren Lagann, and seeing on how this is literally my favorite anime of all time, I can say that If I didn't do it justice, then I just don't belong in this world anymore. Enjoy
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Throughout many worlds, there exists a certain look into one's way of life, and that very thing is religion. Religion is any cultural system of designated behaviors and practices, world views, texts, sanctified places, ethics, or organizations, that relate humanity to the supernatural or transcendental
Within Remnants vast history, many religions have gone and past with time, yet if you listen to a certain man, he tells of two gods... that are actually real.
Two brothers, one older and one younger, existed on Remnant, filling it with both life and destruction. The older brother created water, plants and wildlife during the day, while at night, the younger brother would discover his sibling's creations and become disgusted. He created drought, fire and famine. Yet life had a strong ability to endure, so the younger god of destruction decided to create the Creatures of Grimm. He designed them so that they would have an innate desire to destroy everything and anything.
Weary of feuding, the older god of life proposed that the two of them create one last thing together, a masterpiece they could both be proud of. The younger brother agreed and together they created a creature that was gifted with knowledge, creation, destruction and choice. Most important was the capability of choosing whether to use these gifts for light or dark. These creatures became known to be Humanity.
While this may be a tale to hold to one's self of truth, there is always a part of truth amongst the space of lies. What if I were to tell you that there were no brothers, yet one other entire story that holds not just the world's truth, yet the whole universe's truth.
Eon's before Remnant itself, a certain race evolved enough to prosper across the stars through the use of their Spiral Power, also known as "Aura". However, discovering that the limitless evolution and power could one day lead to the destruction of the entire universe, an event they termed the "Spirals Nemesis", they abandoned the use of Spiral Power and sealed their bodies on their home planet, ceasing to evolve, and calling themselves the Anti-Spirals.
In fear of the event of the "Spiral Nemesis", the Anti-Spirals acted to repress other civilizations that used the very Spiral Power that they evolved through, fearing that they too could become a threat to the universe if left unchecked. Their way of stopping many civilizations employed tactics specifically designed to induce fear, despair, and hopelessness in their enemies.
A very familiar way that this is seen, is by the "Creatures of Grimm" that plague the world of Remnant. The constant growing of their spiritual energy, is seen as a problem and thus the creatures serve as an automated "defense" system left by the Anti-Spirals to prevent the very thing they feared embodying the very Anti-Spiral energy, hence they leave no physical trace behind and anyone is incapable of harnessing said dissolving power.
Even though it is untold of, there exists one civilization that challenged the power of the Anti-Spirals, rising through one's willpower and defeating those that stood in their way. Though the story they fought is lost traveling throughout the universe, the simple exertion of power is felt in everyone and everything that contains the part of a Spiral beings.
Two brothers who threw away everything only to fight that which limits those under the oppression of fear, hopelessness, and free another world from the hinges of despair once again.
This is their story
The Great War, a battle between the Kingdoms of Vale and Vacuo, who believed in the very idea of ones not right, but very being to being able to express the very idea of individualism itself. On the opposite side of the world, the two kingdoms Mantle and Mistral looked at the act of self-expression as the largest determining factor of their safety being threatened by the Grimm, and abolished it, decided that it would be safer if controlled then let set to flourish.
Ten years the war lasted, many settlements lost to the very Grimm they were hoping to create a safe world against, and with the best warriors from the Kingdoms being sent to fight in the war, very few were ever reclaimed.
During the last years of the war during the Vacuo campaign, Mantle and Mistral targeted Vacuo, hoping to cut off their enemy's Dust supply by conquering Vacuo's mines. The king of Vale arrived and personally led his army alongside Vacuo's, thoroughly decimating the opposing forces. It is said that Vale's king, from then on nicknamed the Warrior King, laid waste to countless men on his own, but historians believe that this feat was aided by Vacuo's unusually violent weather patterns and Mantle's inexperience in desert combat.
Many except this idea that both the ferocity of the Warrior King and the violent weather of Vacuo settled the war, and believe to be the truth. Those that experienced that day of battle kept to themselves a very different cause of the victory that turned the tide of the war, the simple thought of retelling what happened that day and what they saw terrified them down to the core of their soul, and that even telling one besides a fellow warrior would make them be seen as one who lost their mind.
That day, the Warrior King did come to Vacuo's aid, and did turn the tide of the battle from one of losing, to almost a standstill in the battle. What is often left untold of the battle is the appearance of the largest amount of Grimm from all directions, surrounding both armies and putting them into their most dire situation that any one man could be in. When all hope seemed lost, the Grimm lost their attention on the men and woman in front of them, and turned towards what could be recorded as the strangest looking Grimm ever seen. It stood pitch black, even more than the Grimm themselves, atop the dunes of the desert battlefield.
Though not towering, it held a presence that terrified them warriors themselves more than the Grimm did, and what accompanied that very fear was what sat on the front of the mysterious Grimm. A smile like no other, whiter than the purest snow fall found in Mantle, with sharp teeth to accompany it, almost as if it was happy for the very demise that was about to commence. A face almost unrecognizable sat above the fearful smile, a blank stare that seemed to stare into their very soul. A strange ornament sitting atop the head looked broken, but the Grimm wore it proudly more than any warrior could speak of their own. Along with the ornament sat a horn, no, a drill horn that stood out even more than the broken ornament, a testament to its own-self. No eyes were seen upon the Grimm and the usual white armor and red eyes that accompany all Grimm were missing, instead a single white smile and a blank stare is all they could see.
Upon excepting their demise, everything changed. The Grimm removed what looked to be a weapon from the front of its body, and revealed a pair of yellow eyes. It now held a massive, strangely shaped weapon in its hands, and with it, began to slaughter the Grimm that came towards it. With a swift movement of its arm, it threw its weapon and it flew across the desert, cutting through hundreds of Grimm in a single throw, and with it, came flying back into its hand, and placing it back upon what could be told as another face upon the body.
From there, it was what could be described as a pummel fest, its fists plowing into the desert sands, crushing crowds of Grimm over and over, grabbing them and tossing them around as if they were nothing but a toy. More and more Grimm appeared from the sands around the mysterious Grimm, surrounding it even more, but yet their attacks did not a thing against the strange Grimm's armor. It yelled out to what seemed to be everyone and thing around.
"Just who in the Hell do you think we are!"
Before more Grimm could approach it, a loud yell originated from the Strange Grimm, "EAT THIS CANNON FODDER!", the Grimm seemed to grow sharp, drill looking appendages across it's body, and fire them far off into the distance, which then split into even more drills and so on, each individual drill stabbing Grimm upon Grimm, decimating the field around it, eliminating all Grimm that had appeared.
Almost immediately after the Grimm performed what seemed to be like a special move of its own, another figure appeared from the sand in front of it. It gave off the appearance of a massive white skill with a sharp chin and an even smaller head protruding out of its forehead. The shoulders and thighs of the large figure gave off the appearance of being spearheaded, and the spearheads are also shared on its arms. Many where confused over what they saw, but what they heard was truly astounding.
"Damn you! 'Condemn Blaze!" The figure pulled out a weapon of sorts that was shaped like a spear and pointed it at the Grimm. A light blue energy of sorts started to appear at the end of it before firing off. The Grimm replying on its own while holding out its hand.
"You'll have to do better than that!" The blue energy colliding with the Grimm's hand, but was only stopped by its open palm. It balled into that of a fist, spending the blue energy being sprayed at it in every direction, tearing apart the desert they fought upon. As soon as the energy stopped, the weapon on its face popped off and the Grimm spoke once more.
"FINISHING MOVE!" It threw its weapon towards the figure, it spinning at such high speeds many only saw it as a blur, it then split into two separate weapons of its own, and still spun at such high speeds, catching the figure and throwing it up into the air, holding it by its arms and legs. The Grimm began to move, raising its arm while sprouting even more drill appendages off of it while shouting.
"GIGA...DRILL"
A massive drill appeared from its fist, growing even more proportionally than the Grimm itself, but giving off more of a silver glint instead of the black beast it was attached too. It held out the drill in front of itself, holding it up with its other arm as it started to spin faster than the eye could even tell while yelling.
"BREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAK!"
It began to fly towards the figure, a green energy like glow enveloping its body and jetting it forward at incredible speed, the Grimm still yelling while charging. Like a drill, it pierced the figure up in the air, it screaming out in pain. The Grimm appeared far behind the figure, it throwing the drill to its side and somehow allowing its weapon to shrink, and eventually allowing it to retract back into its arm. The figure left in the air with a massive hole, almost splitting it in two. Before anything more continued, the figure burst into what could be described as the largest explosion anyone had even seen, the blast knocking down many warriors that stood what could be told as almost an entire mile away, the heat being felt as well.
The explosion lasted for what felt like only seconds, and the once weapon like appendage that held the figure, only seconds past, and then flew right back onto the Grimm's face, giving the same appearance, it once had.
Seconds, then minutes passed, the Grimm standing still in the far desert. Warriors dared not move as if to not anger or disturb the Grimm, afraid of what it might cause. Time still continued to pass, and what was felt after only minutes was a feeling of anguish they'd never have thought existed. A scream erupted from the Grimm, it falling to one knee and having its gaze fall onto the ground in front of it.
"BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
It shook the very foundation of the sand below the warriors, and almost blinding them as the green energy surrounded the Grimm, covering it completely. Before anyone could look back at the Grimm, a massive gust of sand flew across the desert, enveloping the Grimm, the green glow only sitting for a few seconds before disappearing, taking the Grimm along with it.
The sands past, and with it, nothing. The empty desert sat in front of them, as if a massive battle between what could be told as the strangest of beings occurred upon them. No one said anything as warriors from the warring Kingdoms stared off into the empty desert. Not one had the will to fight one another, their spirit almost drained from them, and instead, they had the feeling of losing something that day, they lost something that could never be replaced.
Following that battle, the four kingdoms gathered on neutral ground on the island of Vytal, where they formed a treaty and planned the future of Remnant. Although the Kingdoms were ready to bow before the rule of Vale and its Warrior King, he decided against it. Instead, the leaders redistributed territories, abolished slavery and restructured the governments. The King of Vale founded the Huntsman Academies in each of the four kingdoms; Beacon Academy in Vale, Shade Academy in Vacuo, Haven Academy in Mistral and Atlas Academy in Mantle. He placed his most trusted followers in command of each academy. The intended purpose of the academies was to train Huntsmen and Huntresses, warriors whose sole purpose would be to fight the Grimm, and whose allegiance would not be tied to the kingdoms. While it had its own secrets to being formed, the importance of those academies was not only to fight Grimm, yet to cherish, teach, and understand the same fighting spirit that was shown by the mysterious Grimm that seemed to have more of a soul than any of them.
Time passed and so did stories that were told throughout time. Though many lost, one was left untouched and sat upon a single scroll, a flimsy sheet of paper held what would be thought as the most bizarre tale one could imagine, yet only truth emanated from this paper. The very scroll itself was written by none other than the Warrior King himself. A recollection one could tell of the very last battle of the Great War. The words at the top started off by telling those who would read it that the stories that were told about that battle were nothing but lies agreed upon those who participated of the battle, only to be spread to never allow the truth to be released and spread fear of such power existing in the world of Remnant.
The scroll that held the secrets to that very battle now sat in the hands of a rather energetic Professor, or one who would prefer to be called 'Doctor'. He sported messy green hair, and a pair of round, opaque glasses that sat upon his face. He was wearing a long brown great coat, khaki buttoned safari shirt, and a pith helmet, all neatly tucked in, and on his back, is a large backpack with many tools one would use for excavation, or in the field of archeology.
This man was Doctor Bartholomew Oobleck, a well-known archeologist, and a teacher at Beacon Academy. While not teaching, he explored ruins around the world of Remnant, searching for the history of the world to learn and understand the past and share his wisdom with the younger generations. Right now, he was located in the Kingdom of Vacuo, its deserts vast and the conditions harsh. Oobleck however was not outside to experience such conditions, instead he was inside what he could describe was a self-made tomb of some kind, an igloo-shape of sort deep inside the side of a mountain sides. The massive crack seen from the outside serving as a clear observation that something lied within. The scroll also containing the area the supposed battle took place, and while time has aged the land, the proof has yet to leave. Scattered bones were littered throughout the large sand piles and weapons alongside them, weapons of old to be exact.
In front of Oobleck stood a wall, more correctly a massive door that would seem to be some sort of entrance or sorts that would allow from mechs as large as those from Atlas to serve as an entry way to another place. While this would drive many questions into others or possibly even scare them, this only enticed him to move past this obstacle whilst leaving it in the most pristine condition he could. Right in front of Oobleck sat a small indention at his height, and looked to hold or contain some sort of key to open the door.
"This is most interesting, a door larger than anything alive, and yet a small keyhole to fit something an any day man would come across, a predicament indeed." The man continued to look at the small indention through a magnifying glass while dusting away any sand that was within with a small brush. "Luckily for me, Ozpin gave me what he guessed would serve as some sort of key to this massive door." Oobleck turned around and walked over to the backpack that was now on the floor. He flipped over the flap on the side of the bag and pulled out a black container. He walked back over to the door and opened said container, revealing a drill shaped stone, the drill indentions traced along it. He held it up to the indention in the door and saw that the stone was indeed and exact replica of it, or rather, the same one that would be used to open it when it was first created.
He slowly pushed the stone into the socket, proving that it was indeed a perfect fit. A click sounded, and the large crack that opened up to the outside seemed to close behind him. It didn't bother Oobleck as his only exit closed behind him as the way in front of him began to open up. A gust of air blowing his coat behind him and presenting him with a green light that shown from the room in front of him. He quickly pulled out a notepad and began to write while walking deeper in. In front of him was a room that easily stood over a building high, and was almost like an observatory as green dots littered the roof above him, almost like that of the night skies when it shined with the multitude of stars. The ground below him contained veins that stretched to the wall, a green energy pulsing through them.
Oobleck continued to walk forward as he noticed a large figure kneeling in front of him, with its arms extended, and that seemed to be in the very center of the room. As he took a step closer, he noticed something very different from what the scroll spoke of. In the writings, it spoke of a giant Grimm, black as night, yet right in front of him sat a giant indeed, but without the blank face that would sit atop the body, and that the color was not at all black all over, yet only upon its shoulders and other parts of its body, instead red and gold littered its body.
Standing in front of its knees, Oobleck held out his hand and let it slide down the mysterious giant, feeling a familiar sensation of that of metal, a familiar feeling like that of the mechs of Atlas. Glancing up, Oobleck noticed an odd shape sitting in the hands of the giant metal 'man'. With the most carefulness he could procure, he climbed his way up the body ever so slightly to watch his footing, and upon reaching the hands, he saw another figure sitting there. It was the supposed head that was supposed to sit atop the body, and instead of it sporting a face, it was almost like an entire head in itself, and a body at the same time. Legs and arms sprouted out of it, and it shared the same position of its brother counterpart. The strange pattern atop of it giving off the feeling of its brain being exposed.
As Oobleck walked closer, the brain began to give off a green glow like that of its surroundings, a strange phenomenon that he made sure to write down. Upon standing directly in front of it, he felt a strange force almost pushing his hand to make contact with it. He accepted this force and let his hand be lifted, and set upon the head-like figure. His Aura coursing through his body and onto the figure, the once brain patterned head now changed into that of glass and he saw exactly what laid inside.
In front of Oobleck sat what he could tell as two boys, the smaller one holding the larger one close to him, in some sort of fear. He then noticed what it really was that was happening with the two. In almost stasis like nature, the two sat unaffected by time. He guessed this from what he saw on the larger boy. A wound so large it would kill many if left untouched, was seemingly stopped of all bleeding, rather the blood itself was stopped as shown from the glistening blood droplets still appearing as fresh in the boy.
As Oobleck stepped back, the glass looks faded back into that of the brain pattern. As he glanced around once more, he began to understand what exactly the green energy was. It was the two-boy's combined Aura stopping time around them to allow for the preservation of their bodies, and also an attempt to stop the larger boy's wound from eventually killing him.
Oobleck placed the notepad in his breast pocket as he continued to stare at the figure sitting in the hands, before talking to himself once more. "Ozpin has got to see this..., no, the most astonishing find Remnant has ever experienced throughout all time."
Hello everyone and I hope you enjoy this little thing I wrote here. To be completely honest, I will end up writing another chapter no doubt, I just can't say it will have a steady upload rate. I'm starting school in February, so I guess I could promise at least 2 more chapters by that point. I would greatly appreciate some sort of suggestions, or anything of the sort to add to the 'soon to be chapters.' What I would love the most is your opinions, and such on this. Did I do good in tying the lore's together or rather 'fixing' what exactly the lore should be about, hehe, and so on. I hope you have a wonderful day, and when that time does eventually come, I'll see you then.