A/N: I finally finished the first chapter of this. I'm not sure whether or not to put this under crossover. Although I will be taking elements from League of Legends, I wont be taking the exact characters from the game. Some of the original cast will show parallels with a few champions. If anything, champion names would be aliases for a few I have in mind. I got the idea to incorporate elements like this from A Silver Dolphin's"Jaune Arc, Kingsman Agent." As of writing this, I have already seen up to season 3 episode 11. I wont plan too far ahead until I see the season finale. I hope you enjoy the first chapter. If you do, please follow and review. See you guys next chapter. Check out my other story if you have a chance.

Chapter 1

Trials

"Nobody is immune to darkness, nobody is a saint. Everybody is corrupted one way or another, even the ones who look so innocent, the ones who swore they are pure; they are lying themselves. Without light, there's no darkness. Without darkness, there's no light. And without a balance, there's chaos." - oOXperyaOo

Amidst the frozen forest, a figure made its way North. His entire body was concealed by his suit and armor. Under his charcoal chest piece, he donned a red hood with a gold trim that reached to his upper arms, lower back, and right thigh. On his back rested two large curved steel shurikens about half a meter in diameter. Dark metallic shoulder pads and forearm guards seemed to be his only other protection. The rest of his attire consisted of black boots and gloves but most notably, his helmet. A large golden V-shape went from the bridge of the helmet's nose to the upper forehead. The lower half of the helmet consisted of vertical slits. The eyes gave off an intimidating glare. The glowing red lenses were reminiscent of Grimm's. Grimm were attracted to negative emotions, but there was something different about this man. While he would still be attacked by matured Grimm, smaller Grimm such as minor nevermores and beowolves would ignore him. His essence was expertly masked that it took much more skill to detect.

After an hour of walking, he finally reached his destination. In front of the man stood a small temple. It had been ages since he came back. The pillars and walls still held the red oak color, and the door remained locked and decorated with golden spheres. The roof on the other hand had seen better days. Erosion had caused some of the shingles to fall off. After concluding his mental examination of the place, he pulled out a key, and he opened the front doors. Inside, the room was lined with candles along the walls. The center of the room had a large mat, used for training among other things. He walked across the room to a stone altar where a taijitu symbol decorated the back wall. He reached into his cloak and pulled out a book, placing it on the altar. The man sat cross legged on the mat, and he began to clear his mind of all thoughts. The book emanated a black miasma, and a slight chill entered the room. The miasma swirled around the book, and began to flow around the man. In response to the energy entering his body, he bowed his head and stated, "I am ready for the next trial." The illumination of the room slowly sank into darkness.

The man opened his eyes once more, observing his surroundings. He noticed that he sat in the middle of a forest clearing, surrounded by cherry blossoms. He could feel the freshly scented air with every breath. He stood up, and he noticed an oddity. He was no longer in his armor. A young man no more than 19 years of age, stood where a dark and ominous warrior should have been. He reached for his face, and combed through his unkempt blond hair. Other than his peach skin, what stood out from his face mask was his eyes. They were a shade of deep blue that rivaled the oceans. Accepting his current state, he sighed, wondering what test he would have to complete now. A large breeze swept through the area carrying a trail of pink petals with it. By intuition, he decided to follow the wind, hoping that he would soon find his answer.

After a half hour of following the wind, he reached a small ruins. The stone pieces were overgrown with bright green grass. The pillars and arches were lined with runic symbols, signifying its importance. At the center of the ruin, a white altar was stationed with a new set of weapons and armor. Assuming that these items were for him, he put on his new gear. The blond was now adorned in a white ninja outfit that covered his entire body. His forearms and waist were wrapped in blue cloth. Similar to his previous armor, he had a leather chest piece and armor plates on his shoulders and forearms. His black boots were replaced with simple sandals with leather shin guards. Two ropes around his armpits held two large triangular Razor Shuriken in similar size to his previous pair. A white hood and face mask left only his eyes seen. A metal headband was wrapped around his forehead. After tightening the last bits of his armor, a surge of electricity surged through him causing him to feel rejuvenated and his eyes to glow.

What happened next was to be expected. The clouds blocked out the sun, and cherry trees slowly darkened. The breeze carried these newly covered petals into miniature whirlwinds surrounding the small ruin. The petal density of each spiral increased. Once the man saw that he could no longer see through each once. The whirlwinds swept the petals away leaving a darkened version of himself in his previous armor. The blond exited the ruin and approached the copy. His copy slowly walked toward him as well until they were 20 meters apart. The blues eyes stared at the copy examining his body language. Once he got a good look, his eyes narrowed.

'To defeat your opponent, one must defeat yourself first I suppose.' he mused.

As the blond flicked his arms, pronged blades, about a half meter long, shot out of both arm guards. The copy did the same, but small curved blades also extended from the sides of his arm guards. Like previous trials, his powers would be suspended to test his skills. Both fighters, weapons ready, waited for the other to make the first strike. A female's voice began to echo in the blond's mind.

'To strike first would be like showing your hand first without knowing what the opponent has in store. If you're at a standoff against an unknown assailant, wait for them to lose focus. You can tell by reading their body language such as eye movement and muscle contractions.'

'Even in death you find a way into my life...Thank you.' He thought to himself

Even if this was a mental construct in his head, any mind can be distracted one way or another. The wind began to pick up, petals dark red petals dancing all around the clearing. The clouds began to rain down upon them, signaling that a storm is occurring. The standoff lasted five minutes while still getting drenched by the rain. Suddenly a bolt of lightning struck the top of the ruins, causing the copy to flinch and look at the incident. His opponent's focus faltered, now was the time to strike. Throwing two shuriken, he dashed toward the copy with the intent to kill as there is no reason to hold back. The enemy regained composure and sidestepped the thrust to his abdomen. In order to conserve momentum, the blond immediately spun. With almost eerily silent effort, he spun his upper torso from left to right, swinging both of his arms around to slash all around him. The opponent raised both arms blocking most of the slashes with the blades and guards, scratched in only armor. The copy countered while the blond's spin slowed down, throwing a multitude of shurikens.

'If you're about to get hit dodge. If you can't dodge, deflect. If you can't deflect, block.' the same voice echoed.

The blond crouched instantly, dodging them as they disappeared. The copy then raised its arms to block the incoming flying kick. The man in white kicking off to flip over in the air and landing with fines. The two ninjas then rushed each other, their blades clashing blow for blow.

The boy jumped behind his copy. His double expected it and turned around to see the boy thrusting his right hand at it, blade extended, while his left hand went over his shoulder. The duplicate blocked his strike, but that was what the boy wanted. He threw his shuriken with his left hand in a way that it acted like a boomerang, and the Shuriken came flying at the copy. The copy had quick reflexes too and instantly moved to the side, the shuriken just grazing its side, drawing a miasma. The original charged forward, using his Shadow slash. It was a direct hit as the copy fell back as it clutched the cut the boy inflicted on its stomach. It wasn't deep, but it was leaking many shadows. The boy advanced on the armored man. "It's over." he said in his deep, silky voice, flexing the fingers on his right hand as his blade extended. Lightning fast, the copy suddenly kicked upwards, striking a direct blow onto the young man's chin. He grunted, the kick making him stumble and lean backwards.

'A fight's not over until the other is dead' a different woman's voice echoed.

"Always the rough one of you two." He mumbled to himself.

They once again stared down at each other in the blowing wind.

Both figures charged each other at the same time, once again exchanging blows, but the blond was heading back into the defence. He was constantly getting hit, bocking as much of the damage with his blades and guards. The copy went for a dual downward slash. Using the space between his blades, the boy caught the attack, but the copy pressed him to his knees. The boy immediately glared at his opponent and smirked.

"Time to end this!"

With as much force as he could buster, he twisted both of his arms shattering the enemy's left blade and twisting the enemy's right arm. With the other blade still held with his left arm, the boy immediately stabbed his right blade into the copy's eye sockets. He didn't stop there. After two stabs to the head, he plunged his blade to the gut and finally the heart. The clone laid there in pool of black miasma. The boy stood there in victory, yelling to the sky as the dark cherry blossoms soon began to swirl around him.

"I have won! I have passed! I have survived!"

He took a deep breath and looked down to his literal shadow.

"You fought well, but I dictate what happens in my life. I know what I am, but I will fight to my last breath for my freedom."

The blossoms so becan to cover his entire body. As he exited his mindscape, the forest grew bright, and the petals settled down. The colors didn't change as there were a mix of the dark and bright petals, but the scene was beautiful none the less. His vision faded, and he opened his real eyes to the inside of the temple. As he was about to leave after packing up his belongings, he turned his head to the sound of howls and gunshots.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. If you did, please follow and review. See you guys next chapter.