This is my First Veritas Fanfiction. Veritas brings you Action, Adventure, Fighting and Romance. Who will be the main protagonists and antagonists. The Strongest, The Outcasts or the Transfers.
It was a clear and warm autumn morning, the gates of EOTL opened slowly and students began to gather inside the courtyard. It was the first day of the school term. As the hour passed, more students arrived and gathered around the courtyard, finding seats at tables and benches in front of the stage at the wall of the main building. Students were catching up with friends; how the holidays went, anything exciting and did they train.
There was a spurge of gossip and chatters as a black limousine, sleek and pitch black drove through the gates into the courtyard. It came to a standstill and two men in black suits walked out of the car. One looked around for suspicious people, while the other walked to the far side left door and opened it. A young woman stepped out. She was 17 or 18 years of age. She had long yellow hair and she looked like a goddess. She was the school president and was also very powerful. She stepped on to the ground. She looked around and her cold glare at the students. The students did not stare back, well a few were, but their vision was blocked by her bodyguards. This was Vera, the most powerful student in EOTL. She walked towards the doors of the EOTL. They were opened by two students and then as she passed through them, the other students began to enter the school slowly.
There was a sound of an engine being turned off. The noise came from a motorbike engine. On that motorbike, the person was what in the modern would call a, 'hottie'. He was about six foot three high, with blond medium lengthened hair, and grass coloured eyes. He was wearing a black jacket, with a white shirt under it. On his lower body, he was wearing lighter jeans with black skater shoes. On his hands, he was wearing the cliché biker gloves, but his seemed patterned and with a rose on the back.
In response of his machine making a slight disturbance, from the field, arrived a taller student, who was showing authority by the way he was dressed and his height. He stopped in front of the person and cleared his throat.
"Hey, kid, get out of this place," the student spoke to the motor biker. The biker, simply looked at him, stared back at him and then revealed from under his jacket a piece of paper, which had a logo of the school they were at.
"I am enrolling today, thus starting this morning, so, Mister Good Samaritan, where do I park my beauty?" he asked. The taller student looked at him, not knowing what to say, but composed himself and pointed towards the shaded areas behind the school, where the parking lot was. The person smiled and thanked the taller student. He then pressed the throttle on his bike and the bike moved forward, not at a high speed, but a reduced speed, since he was within school grounds.
The student smiled and chuckled as he watched the older student walk back in. He looked up at the architecture of the school. It was large and magnificent, just like the other schools he had been at and later kicked out. He had been asked by his father's uncle to join this school and his father had given him a push forward by buying him a supercharger but for a motorcycle. He took out from his jacket pocket, an ID card, which showed his Date of Birth and his License to drive his motorcycles. His picture was him, with numerous girls in the background. According to the ID, he was 17, with a few months before he turned 18, becoming a legal adult. His nationality was American, yet his name was not. It read, 'Jonetsu Nensho' which stood for the Passion of Burning.
Nensho stepped off his bike and tightened the strap of his bag around his body. He walked towards the main entrance. He increased his tempo as he skipped up the steps to the door. He pushed one door open and entered through the entrance. As he entered, he was immediately taken back, as two men stood in front of him. They were both wearing black tailored security suits, with black sunglasses. They looked him up and down and one looked at the other, as if in disbelief.
"Jonetsu Nensho?" asked one of the men. Nensho looked at them, knowing he needed to answer or he would get in trouble on the first day. He nodded and showed his ID card to truly prove to the disbelieving men, he was who they were looking for.
The two men motioned with their wrists and hands, which Nensho knew meant for an order to follow them. He was a little curious about such a welcome, but he guessed by taking into account, how hard this school was to get in and how the architecture and grounds were something of a higher class.
As the two moved through the halls, Nensho followed them. As he did, he noticed numerous eyes looking at him, based on his appearance and the clothes he was wearing, and as he looked around, all of the eyes were female. He was enjoying the attention and gave a slight tease, as he took off his jacket, and winked at a few girls. The reaction of the girls was a metaphorical one, as they leaned on each, becoming melted.
A few minutes later, Nensho was presented with a metallic door, the two men stood behind him, meaning he only had one direction to go; forward. He pressed his hand against the door and it opened. He stepped through the entrance and found himself in a white room. The room seemed more in height rather than width, as the first thing he noticed, was that one of the four walls, at the top had viewing windows, with students of the school looking down at him. He turned his head back to the door and it was closed shut. He did not bother going to opening it, as he knew it would be closed. He only noticed a second later, that in one of the corner, a person was cowering. In the other corner, another person was simply leaning against the wall, looking bored.
Nensho was curious and walked towards the second person, he had noticed. The person in front of him looked up and Nensho saw how he looked. The person in front of him had scruffy black hair, which was in the midst of long or medium lengthened hair. He was wearing torn trousers and a torn shirt, that seemed to have the right arm, with a long sleeve, while the left was sleeveless. Nensho noticed he had crimson golden eyes, which seemed to glint with beast energy. Nensho did not know how to approach this guy, so instinct came into the equation.
"Hello there," said Nensho towards the beast person. The person looked at him and only bowed his head down, a response of acknowledgement to Nensho's greeting. Nensho smiled and without thinking placed his hand on the person's shoulder.
"I am Jonetsu Nensho, but you can call me Nen," he said to the person. He did not know how this beast person would react. He got his answer surprisingly quickly.
"My name is Narisu Masu, but since being allowed to call you Nen, you may have the permission to call me Drake," he said at Nensho. Nensho chuckled; this was an interesting person, whose name literally stood for Impersonation. He was curious, why he had placed in the white room with him. He looked over towards the student on the ground, holding a stuffed wolf toy. He looked at Masu and pointed towards the sitting person.
"His name is Seikatsu Tsuki," he said to Nensho. Nensho thought for a moment and then looked at Masu and then back towards Tsuki.
"You mean, he is a member of the Black Life Clan?" he asked Masu. Masu nodded, to which Nensho stood back and smiled. He had a slight shiver, the Black Life Clan, was a Family of Assassins and Bodyguards, whose skill could not be paralleled in the world of martial arts. He himself was not so known, as his family had lost its roots once most of its members moved to the States. His Father had kept the skills and had taught him some. Nensho also knew a tad, who Masu was, as he had seen a tattoo on the sleeveless shirt Masu was wearing.
Nensho plucked up the courage and walked towards the sitting Tsuki. He knelt down and placed a hand on Tsuki's head, ruffling it.
"Hey kid, calm down. Everything will be alright," he said. Tsuki stop shivering and looked up, with some glee in his eyes. Nensho noticed that Tsuki's right eye seemed closed, as if it was stitched up. His left eye was strange and unnatural. Half of it was blue, while the other half was red; it resembled a ying-yang symbol.
"The name's Nen, what's yours?" he asked. Tsuki looked up and smiled.
"My name is Seikatsu Tsuki, but you can call me Modo, Nen," he said. Nensho chuckled to himself. This Tsuki, no, Modo, did not seem the assassin or bodyguard. He guessed the kid had yet to see the truth.
Nensho then stood up and looked upwards to the glasses. He waved towards some of the students, which in response, the female students waved back excitedly. He observed the other students' reactions and noticed one; place his mouth to a Mic.
"Send in Level Two, Model 4 to 6," he spoke. In response to what he said, a sound creaked from one of the walls. Nensho, Masu and Tsuki turned their heads towards the sound. The door which had been previously locked opened. From the entrance stepped out three humanoid beings. They were metallic, as far as Nensho could see. They were definitely Training Bots, humanoid robots, meant to be used to train and increase battle skill. Depending on skill of user, the robot level would be different. Newcomers were entitled to Level Zero Bots, but it seemed the man who had asked for the Bots, wanted to take some revenge or was a calculating genius.
Masu looked at the being and spit to the side, a little annoyed that he was going to fight on the first day. He turned to look at Nensho who was stepping forward, as if wishing to fight alone. He looked towards Tsuki, who was shivering and had his eyes closed.
"Nensho, I will go first," he exclaimed. He received his answer, with Nen looking back at him. Nen turned back and smiled. This was going to be fun.
"I do say, you are being interesting, making us going against level 2 and with no Ki in our bodies," spoke Nensho. He knew the next reaction; one of the bots would attack.
Nensho looked towards the Bots, as one jumped forward swinging his leg towards the head of Nensho. The leg collided with Nensho's arm, as he brought it up to block. Nensho reacted to the force and used the opponent's power, to turn his entire body. He reduced his height to the ground and swung around, bringing his back leg, around and hitting the head of the robot. The force he had received from the Bot, he had transferred it around his own body and pushed it back at the Bot. The force flung the Bot into the wall.
Nensho cracked his head and looked back at Masu. But he knew it would not be that easy. Suddenly, he ducked to his knees as something like a chained blade swung through over his head.
He jumped forward, rolling and then getting up. He saw in front of him, the robot was standing in a crouched position, with a blade of chained razors as its tail. Nensho chuckled, it was no time to be playing, and it was time to show the watching students, what he was made off.
The robot dashed forward, too fast for the human eye, its arms and claws out spread, with its tail ready to cut. But it never got to its target, as Nensho had stopped it in mid-air. He was holding it by the neck and crushing the wind pipe.
"Simple electronics" he said, as he slammed the robot into the ground, creating a crater in the ground. He walked away, but before he could, he felt a grip on his leg. He sighed; it was time to play with fire. He turned towards Drake and Modo.
"Would you mind, closing your eyes just for a few seconds?" he asked the two. Drake and Modo did not mind, and closed their eyes.
Nensho proceeded to count the number of lamps as the grip tightened every second. He closed his eyes and breathed in and out, and slowed his breathing, which his heartbeat, pulsed once every few seconds.
The lights were slowly losing their power and heat. The students in the viewing gallery were confused. Some were curious, as they were closer to the glass than the others. Nensho suddenly opened his eyes.
"Art Style of Taiyou Higyou" he pronounced. The area around him became pressurized and heated up. Nensho's leg was beginning to turn into a volcanic form and burn brightly. He repeatedly began hitting the robot, creating steam around him. This continued for half a minute. A minute later, the steam cleared and there was Nensho standing, brushing dust from his body.
It was silence was the students saw. There in front of Nensho, was lying a pool of silver liquid, with wires on it. Nensho chuckled.
"That was Sun Strike, ladies and gentlemen," he said smiling. He walked towards the door, the two robots, not even attacking him. He opened the door and left through it, closing the door. But before the final close of the door, he spoke towards Drake and Modo.
"Show them what you've got," he shouted. The door closed behind him. Drake and Modo looked at each other and then looked at the robots and sighed. They both made a stance and prepared for anything.