Chapter One
A Boy Named Takeshi
We are all born into this world for a reason. We search for that reason our entire lives. Some find it and others don't. Many people consider themselves a sacrifice and act on that belief. Wars break out because of discrimination and difference of opinion. People fight in those wars to make themselves feel like they have a purpose. Those who sacrifice themselves for the benefit of others, for the well-being of the world and everyone in it; those people are true heroes. People laying there lives down like this has occurred for thousands of years. My life didn't seem much different, yet I was wrong.
I thought I had it rough in the beginning. I thought this until I learned there was more to me than my appointed task --- my true purpose was still unknown. My name is Takeshi. I am seventeen years old. I live in a village known as Tsuki, or Moon, in the land of Sylvarant. I was raised to know the life of a warrior. Training to become a ninja, a warrior who lives by darkness and fights in the shadows. I learned to fight at a very early age and learned to use a sword soon after my first few training sessions. I had a natural gift of combat and skill in ninjutsu. From the time I was three to now I have followed Bushido, the path of the warrior. I learned how to incorporate magic in my ninjutsu around the age of twelve, although, I don't use much because there is little mana supporting the land. By the time I was fifteen I had grown unbelievably skilled with a sword. I was given a sword forged by my father's grandfather. It was to protect me on my journey and they said it was the only sword to match my strength. My mission was introduced to me when I was ten. My father and my grandfather, the chief of the village, would constantly tell me about my mission and before I set out they told me everything that I needed to know. I was to escort and protect the Chosen of Mana on her journey of World Regeneration. They told me that I would face many perils on the journey and that I would need to be strong to survive...or to die to make sure the Chosen survived. I knew very little about the Chosen except that the Chosen was female and her friends would most likely aid her as well. I was to keep watch until I made contact with them. I had no appointed time to do that. I was also informed of an assassin from Tethe'alla had come to kill the Chosen. I knew a few people from Tethe'alla, because I had gone there with my father and grandfather once before. My first and only time there was when I had just turned ten. We went to Meltokio and to Mizuho. Now was the time to leave...to perform my task that I had been training my entire life for, the one that I was appointed to do. Is this my real purpose?