Disclaimer: I do not own Super Sentai or any of its franchises. They are owned by Toei since 1975.
Welcome readers to my second fanfic, and the first fanfic of my all-time favorite sentai of all, Samurai Sentai Shinkenger. If any readers have read my Kyoryuger fanfic, then you know what my style of writing is, for newcomers be surprised. There are notable changes with my fanfic when it comes to culture and styles. I've familiarized myself with Japanese culture, and as the story goes on, I will explain my reasons for what I add in.
This story is much more mature than compared to my other story. It's going to show the hardships of fighting and there is going to be scenes of sensuality at times.
Sit back, relax, and enjoy Samurai Sentai Shinkenger: The Western Samurai and the Lost Origami.
Chapter 1: Welcome to Japan
The young man sat down on a bench in the middle of the bustling city. His name was Phillip Cornerius, a young college student from America. He had come to Japan in order to get away from home and explore the world while he had the chance. Phil was very much a person who respected others, even if he didn't know them. He was kind, gentlemanly, and imaginative. Even though he was sometimes selfish at times, and if he was he never meant to be.
He was sitting on the bench with a satchel backpack close to him, while wearing normal clothes with a sports jacket and a fedora to match. Some could say he looked like a young Indiana Jones with the hat. He was also reading a book The Winds of War, something he had wanted to read for a long time.
Phil closed the book to take a look around at the city and the people walking about. He saw men in suits walking diligently, women with bags talking a laughing, even happy families walking and playing with their children. Watching that made him smile, making him think back to when he was a kid with his aunts. His parents were physicians and worked a lot, so his aunts and grandparents looked after him. Continuing looking, he watched young teens walking around hanging out, must be the end of the day for school.
One particular student was carrying a wooden sword, probably for kendo. Phil immediately began to think of one of his favorite movies involving swords, reminding him of the good old days. It amazed him how much attention he had been getting after arriving. He'd only been there a day or two, and people were talking to him in English. He knew the reasons why they spoke to him in English and always complimented the person on how well they spoke English, and if he had to speak in Japanese, he simply used a translator to converse. Not only that but a lot of students were asking to take pictures with him. He didn't exactly know why but he really enjoyed the fact that people wanted to take a photo with him, which he also asked if they could take a photo with him on his camera, he meant to make an album of photos about his college years.
Suddenly, he felt the ground shake. It was too soft to be a crash, but not too heavy to be an earthquake. He packed the book away gently and saw people running away from around the corner. He didn't know what was happening, that is until he saw a flash of color from the distance. This flash had six distinct colors of red, blue, pink, green, yellow and gold, all in unison. He knew exactly what was happening now. He tipped his hat, looked at his bag for 10 seconds and said
"Hang on back there, were moving out."
He ran off through the waves of people towards the center of all the pandemonium, heading to something he had never seen before.