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Floating, that was the first thing I felt when I gained consciousness. I couldn't open my eyes, but I could feel that there wasn't anything around me. No life, no wind, no light, no nothing. I was in one big empty void. Suddenly, through the darkness of my eyelids, a blue light enveloped my vision until I lost consciousness.

I regain consciousness again, this time I can feel grass to the back of my body, and the gentle breeze of the wind. I hear a couple people talking. One is unmistakably a girl's, and the other two are men. One of the men had a worried tone, while the other was more critical. I'm finally able to open my eyes. I see two of them standing by me, it was a man and a girl. They look like they're of high social standing based on the clothes they're wearing. Another man, who was in a suit of armor, came into my view on a horse.

"Milord, are you sure of this decision?", it was the voice of the critical man.

"Yeah, I'm sure," the other man answered, "We can't just leave someone unconscious in the middle of the fields. As the Shepherds, we have sworn to protect the people have we not?"

"Indeed, but many a times have bandits played a wounded gazelle gambit, and I cannot allow you to make a decision without knowing full well of the dangers they may entail."

I'm finally able to move and start getting up.

"Hey guys, he's moving!" the girl was talking.

The three converged towards me, and the man with blue hair was the first to talk, "Hello there," he said with a smile. "Here take my hand," the blue haired man offers his hand. I felt weird, I was missing something. I look back near where my head was and saw a hat, my hat. I put it back where it belongs and take the man up on his offer. He lifts me up with one arm without struggle.

"My thanks," I said out of respect.

"No problem. There are better places to take a nap than on the ground, you know. Are you alright?"

"Yes. In fact, I feel like a million bucks."

"That's good to hear. 'A million bucks'? I've never heard that one before. Where do you come from?"

"I uhh. Umm," I freeze up, I can't remember anything: my birthplace, my profession, my daily routine, everything about myself and the world.

Did I even have anything to begin with? When I first gained consciousness, it felt like I was just born into the world, but if I were born into the world recently, how would I be able to talk and think like a full-grown adult already? The only logical explanation would be that I must've lost my memories then.

"Funny that you asked, I don't remember," I scratch the back of my head, perplexed.

"You don't remember where you came from?" the man was naturally surprised.

I shrugged, "Yes, in fact, I can't remember anything at all."

The girl gasped. "Hey, I've heard of this! It's called amnesia!"

"That may be so, but we can never be sure of the thoughts of a stranger, let alone a foreigner," the skeptic voiced his opinion, which was very good advice, given how crazy people can to be.

"Ok, so let's take him to the nearest town and sort this out there," the blue haired man reasoned.

This seemed to placate the brown haired man, "A wise choice, milord. I will conduct an interrogation once we arrive at a town".

The lord turned to me, "You have no problem with this, right?"

"No, no, I'm fine," I assure, "I don't really have anywhere else to go, so I might as well go with you".

The blue lord and the petite girl were walking in front, while the wary man on his horse, who I assume to be a knight, kept me under his watch.

"So," the fit lord tried to strike a conversation, "you don't remember anything?"

"No, nothing at all," I answered truthfully.

"But you do remember how to talk, and you used that weird phrase about deer," he asked with an eyebrow raised.

"I didn't forget everything," obviously, "just things about myself and the world."

"Do you at least remember your name?"

"No. Actually," I think I have something, it's rather annoying. I know it's there, but it's just out of my reach. H, my name starts with an H. H- H- H-. I just can't seem to think of anything. "H-Henry?"

"Your name is Henry?" the blue haired man asked

"No, just thinking aloud. Give me a moment," I went back to mumbling names, "Harry? Hanoka? Hanzo? Hazzie?" I can feel it, "Hazama…" That's right. "Hazama," That's right! "Hazama! Ahh yes, my name is Hazama!" I bow to them with my hat in my right hand, "A pleasure to meet you all."

"Hazama?" the one-sleeved lord said confused, "What a strange name. But nonetheless," he started smiling again, "it too is my pleasure to meet you Hazama. Speaking of names, I guess introductions are in order. My name is Chrom, the delicate one is my sister, Lissa."

"I am not delicate!" the petite girl burst out, her brother laughing at her expense. "Ignore what my brother said, I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself."

Chrom had a sly smile, "Like that one time you tried to carry a stack of firewood by yourself?"

"Hey!" Lissa objected, "In my defense, five logs are very heavy to carry."

"Which is exactly why I insisted that I carry it. You were lucky to only stub your toe on a pebble, but what if the logs had crushed your feet?" the stoic had unironically preached.

"Frederiiiiick…" Lissa emphasized, mortified as Chrom laughed even more.

"What? It is simply the truth," the man I now know as Frederick defended.

Chrom settled down and pointed his thumb to my ever watchful escort, "Anyways, like what Lissa said, that there is Frederick the Wary."

"I can see where he got the 'Wary' part from," I voiced my opinion.

"If you can see my wariness then it means I'm performing my duties correctly," Frederick explained, "In my profession, it is essential that I live up to my title, and I wear it with great pride. As a knight of Ylisse, I cannot allow any possible threat that I encounter to go unchecked."

So he accepts his title with pride ay. That's good and all but, "Ylisse, huh. Is that the name of a town or a country?"

"Our country's," Chrom answered, "Ylisse is a Haildom ran by our leader, Emmeryn. Directly to the West of Ylisse is Plegia, to the North is Regna Ferox, and there's a separate continent to the far west called Valm."

Haildom, never heard of that before. Is that supposed to be some kind of monarchy? As much as I'd like to know that answer, I have more important things on my mind, "Hmm, none of those names sound familiar."

"Do not fear, take it one step at a time, and you'll remember one day," Chrom assured, despite never having amnesia.

So I got to know the group on our way to our destination, Southtown. Chrom was pretty much a nice guy that'd help out others in need of help, Lissa was a free-spirited girl that happens to be a devoted healer, and Frederick keeps them out of trouble, maybe a little too much though. Simple enough.

Chrom and the group stopped when we got to the town walls. The guards spotted us and stumbled a bit before saluting. "Milord and milady! We weren't expecting you two to visit this humble town!"

"Peace, my friends," Chrom calmed the guards, "We picked up someone that woke up with no memories in the middle of the fields. I want a couple guards to go with Frederick and clear our green friend of any suspicion."

"Right away milord!" Wow, these guards are taking Chrom really seriously. So we made our way inside the barracks, and are now standing outside the interrogation room.

"Well, we're here. We'll see you two when you're done with the inspection." Chrom waved good bye.

"It'll be brief milord." Frederick promised. He and two guards took me inside the room.

The room emptied out and we were met by Chrom. "So, how'd it go?"

Frederick replied, "His answers were deemed truthful and the inspection indicated he is unarmed. He is free to go."

I sighed. "So, this is how it feels to be out in the world."

"Excited to be free I see," Chrom joked, "Is there something you're worried about?"

"Yeah, I may be free, but I don't know what to do now." I shrugged.

"Huh." Chrom went into thought for a bit, "I believe the folks around here might need a hand, maybe you could find some work with them."

"I don't know about that, farming doesn't look very… fitting for me. But if it comes down to it, I guess it'll do."

"Hmm," Chrom stared at my attire, "you definitely don't strike me as a farmer, you're too fancily dressed for that. Now that I think of it, it looks as if you were on your way to a ball."

"I guess so." Was I supposed to be a noble?

"But then again," Chrom interrupted my thoughts, "Frederick always wears a suit under his armor."

Hmm, I guess knights here could be of high social standing too. "Really? Guess you always need to be professional when you're with royalty."

Chrom looked at Frederick before giving a great big sigh, "You have no idea." Lissa's face showed sympathy to what Chrom said.

"You're sure about this." I asked.

"Sure I am." Chrom said without hesitation, "Until you get a well paying job, we'll be staying here and paying for your living expenses at this inn."

"Thank you very much for all you've done for me Chrom, I can't thank you enough," I bowed.

Chrom paid the innkeeper, who was flabbergasted by said lord, and I went on to my room. It had a bed, some drawers, a desk with either a flower or candle, and a simple window. It was cozy enough, but why a candle? Did we revert to Medieval Times or something?

"Are you good Hazama?" my blue benefactor asked.

"Yes, feels just like home."

"Alright, Lissa, Frederick, and I will be going on a stroll through the town. Do you care to come?" he offered.

"No thanks," I declined, "I'm gonna stay and think about the future, there's a lot I have on my mind."

"Very well. I'll see you in the morning then."

"You too."

"…e…r… …e…r… w… …o... …m"

"Who's there?" I opened my eyes, only to find out that mysterious voice was just a dream. I went back to trying to sleep. After said failed attempts, I got dressed and went outside.

I sat on a bench just outside the inn. It was almost empty, save the occasional guard or late sleepers. I noticed that a person in a purple cloak sat on another bench opposite to me.

I continued to stare out at the city. "Couldn't get much sleep, could you?"

A gentle and feminine voice replied, "No. You?"

"Same here," I sighed, "just busy thinking about what I'm gonna do. I have no idea what to do with my life, I'm just stuck here twiddling my thumbs."

"Really? No place to go back to?"

"Can't remember," I pointed to my head, "Woke up in the middle of nowhere and can't remember a thing except for my name."

"That's horrible!" she was taken aback, "At least you made it to town safe."

"Yeah, but then again I only got here because some good people found me and dropped me off here," I admitted.

"Oh, I see," she took a deep breath before continuing, "I'm out here because I have too much on my mind."

"Oh, do you want to talk about it?" I offered.

She giggled in relief, "No, it's just a personal dilemma, nothing to worry a stranger about."

"If you say so." We continued to sit in silence.

"…Robin," she said out of the blue.

"Hmm?"

"My name is Robin."

"Oh, a pleasure to meet you Robin. My name is Hazama." I greeted with my hat.

"Hazama?" Robin said quizzically, "Your name sounds Chon'sinian."

"Chon'sinian?" I said, clueless.

"You don't know what I'm talking about?"

"No, not at all." I confirmed.

"I see. Chon'sin is a country in the continent Valm, which is west of Ylisse." Robin explained.

"Ahh yes, Valm, my benefactors did mention it was a continent."

I heard the creak of Robin's bench as she got up from her seat and walked towards me. "Can I see your face?" she asked.

"Sure." I got up from my seat. I couldn't really see her face or hair, but I stared into her granite eyes.

"… And can you open your eyes." she deadpanned.

"My eyes? You want my eyes to open wide then?"

"Err, yes."

Seriously? Do I really open my eyes that thinly? "Ok then."

I 'open' my eyes, and she looked unusually surprised. "Oh, your eyes, they're yellow," she observed.

Yellow eyes? You don't see those everyday. "Hmm, I suppose yellow eyes are quite unusual, but isn't granite also rare?"

"Yes, but, your eyes, the yellow is in place of the white. The center of your eye is black, and the outside is yellow," she defended.

"Ohhhh. Then yes, that is strange. I never did get a good look at my eyes when I looked in the mirror."

Robin continued with her observations, "Other than your eyes, you look Chon'sinian. I believe your answers lie there."

"Thanks, I won't forget about your kindness, Miss Robin."

"You're welcome," she replied.

I sat back down, while Robin sat on the same bench as me on the opposite end, and we kept staring ahead.

*BOOM!*

Suddenly, we heard a huge explosion. We looked where it came from and there was smoke coming from its direction.

"Go find help! I'm going to help the guards!" Robin rushed towards the smoke.

I went back inside the inn and knocked on Chrom's door. "Chrom!" I shouted. Frederick opened the door.

"You heard the explosion?" I asked.

"Yes, we are preparing for battle," he replied.

"Alright, I'll go find more help." I ran out.

I made it to the guards' barracks, and it was completely empty. Looks like they're quick on the draw.

Despite common sense, I dashed to the chaos that Chrom and the others should be in. I really wanted to see the battle.

While I was dashing to the smoke, civilians ran past me. Also, I just noticed something about the streets. There's absolutely no street lamps. Was civilization here really that technologically backwards? Soon, there weren't any civies in sight, when suddenly-

"Ragh!" Someone jumped at me, and on instinct, I kicked him in the stomach. He held his stomach in pain before I elbowed the top of his head.

I shook my head, "Ooo, tsk tsk tsk, so close."

Three enemies surrounded me, one had an ax, one had a mace, and the other had a sword and buckler. The one with the sword had an idea, "Hey, maybe we could use this 'hero' as a hostage? Maybe that'll net us some sweet gold from Gerrick!" The three bandits cackled.

Well this doesn't look good. I looked back at the bandit that so miserably failed to ambush me, and took his knives. I sized them up, I don't know why, but I think I can take'm. They looked sloppy, inexperienced. When I knocked out that other guy, I was fast, very fast. This can end in only one way.

The first one charged at me with his sword in the air, and shield in front, followed by his backups. I waited for them to get close, before walking to the one with the sword. He tried to ram me with his shield, but I stepped to the side and kicked him off balance, sending him flying towards the one with the axe. The mace user tried to strike me, but I danced around him lazily. I analyzed his fighting pattern, before I found my opportunity to counter. I wrapped his arm around mine, and I slit his throat.

"You bastard! Stop smiling!" one of the bandits said. I'm smiling? Intriguing. I never noticed, but I don't feel happy. In fact I don't really feel anything at all. This feels normal.

"What's the matter? I'm just taking out the trash." I taunted.

"You bastard! Ragh!" Both of them charged at me.

The sword user attacked me first, while the axe user tried to flank me from the side. I once again tripped the sword user and caused him to get axed by his pal.

"Woah, why'd you do that for? Weren't you on the same side?" I asked in mock innocence.

"Shut up! I'm about'a get triple the pay for bringing in a hostage! Just lie down and cry!" he shouted.

"Ooo, scary. Are you just gonna stand there and talk or are you actually gonna do something? I'm kinda bored." I chided.

The man growled at me like an angry cat that was hissing and choking on a hairball at the same time. He was absolutely furious, he was even frothing from the mouth. I had no idea such a state of anger was even possible. He charged at me again with his axe raised. I attempted to trip him, but I saw that he was eyeing my legs. So I pulled my leg out a little, and when he tried to lop it off, I pulled back my leg. He was staggered from his axe being bounced off the ground, and I tripped him by kicking the back of his legs. When he fell face first into the ground, I stabbed the back of his head.

I looked around the corpses of the bandits, and I looted rope from one of them. I tied up the unconscious bandit that generously gave me his knives and left him on the ground. I put the knives in their sheaths, to the side of my hips, and continued sprinting towards the smoke.

I heard fire being blasted in the distance. "Hold the line!" I distinctly heard Robin shout.

When I got to the wall, I saw that Robin was leading the guards to deal with the bandits trying to come through the hole, Lissa was healing the wounded, while Chrom, Frederick, and a couple other guards were dealing with the bandits already inside. It was an absolute massacre, in favor of the town that is. Frederick speared a big guy that had red war painting.

"They took down Garrick!" a bandit cried, "Run! Every man for himself!"

The bandits scattered without their leader, the ones outside just booked it, which allowed Robin and the guards to focus on the bandits inside.

"Lay down your arms if you wish to live!" Robin commanded.

The wild-eyed bandits looked at each other before throwing down their weapons and putting their hands in the air.

I walked up to Robin. "Did I miss the party?"

"Does this look like a party?" she deadpanned, "It never even began," she smirked.

"Oh, well in that case," I bowed, "thanks for not inviting me then. You are a true lady, Miss Robin."

Chrom and the group gathered with us. He looked at my knives. "Hazama? You can fight?"

"Apparently yes," I said, "There was a group of four that got through," Chrom and Robin were a little shaken by that statement, "don't worry, I took care of them."

"Oh, that's a relief," Chrom sighed, followed by Robin's own relieved sighing. "If you're good at fighting, I think I have the perfect job for you, Hazama."

"I hear you," I knew where this was going.

"How about joining the Shepherds, we could use another member," Chrom then pointed to Robin, "You too-"

"Wait, Shepherds? As in the Shepherds, led by Chrom, the Prince of Ylisse?" Robin asked.

"Why yes," Chrom confirmed. Robin closed her eyes in thought and took a deep breath.

"We could use a fine tactician in the Shepherds," Chrom finished.

"Well," I started, "considering I don't really want to do manual labor all my life, yes. I would like to take you up on your offer on becoming a Shepherd."

"Very well," Chrom nodded and turned back to Robin, "and you?"

"..." Robin opened her eyes and gave her answer. "Yes, yes I would like to become a Shepherd."

So, I'm stuck in a place with Medieval technology. I just joined a Prince's military force called the Shepherds. And I'm joining with a tactician that seems to know about the place I might be from. Well, well, well, looks like things are about to get interesting.

Author Notes: Hey guys… Well, this is my first fanfic about my favorite character from BlazBlue. This was inspired by Storm VII's "A Reaper's Awakening" and CrackPairingLover's "Still Alive: Phase 1". I'm gonna say this now, I will not be able to cover interactions with every Shepherd, there's too many characters and some characters aren't very compatible with Hazama for making entertaining scenes. But that won't stop me from finding a way to make it happen. Also, fair warning, I'm a slow writer, so expect me to update every 10 years. So yeah, you guys can review for the next 10 years till I post the next update. Criticism is accepted, but flaming/trolling is fair game for deletion. Until next time, have a killer day.