A/N: Hi and Welcome to..... The first Chapter of Journey of a Tune! This is also my first fic. So please no harsh reviews. This is also a DBZ fic.

GUIDE:

"People talking"

"PEOPLE YELLING"

-Thoughts-

LOUD THINGS

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Metawashi woke up in his little house. Still sleepy with his eyes half closed. He put on his ocarina necklace and headed out the door. He went through the woods behind his home pushing branches out the way as he went. Soon he reached a hot-spring and waterfall. He stripped off his clothes and entered the hot-spring. "Sooooothhhhiing, aaaaaggggghhhh." Metawashi said when the waterfall splashed over him. He scrubbed himself with a cloth. When he was finished he got out and dried himself with a towel.

He quickly got into his clothes, Black warrior pants (like Goku's) with brown military boots over it. A black open hoodie covering his upper body still showing his 8-pack abs. He went over to a tree kicked it and caught the apple that fell from it and bit it. "Mmmmmm, breakfast." Metawashi said closing his eyes focusing on the sweet taste of the apple. He quickly ran through the woods back to his house.

He went inside and looked above his bed to see a hanging stand cradling a spear. He went up to it and took it off the stand inspecting it. He found the blade getting dull and specks of rust. He looked at his shelves of maintenance and care. He quickly found the sharpening stone, cleaning cloths, and cleaning gel. First, he put the cleaning gel on a cloth and rubbed hard on the blade of the spear or Quandao if you want to get technical. Soon, it was spotless. Then he put the edge of the blade on the stone, facing away from him of course. He pulled the weapon towards him switched sides to where the blade was facing him and pushed the blade away from him he continued this process making sure his hands were firmly holding the back of head to the spear.

Soon he lifted the blade off of the stone and swiped his right thumb on the blade, he cut his thumb. Good. He put the supplies away and put the spear on the ground. He got a carving knife and carved these words in the wooden handle in Japanese: The blade that will save the world. He got very high-quality black paint he painted a dragon on the blade. Metawashi couldn't remember a day he never had his beloved spear.

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Yeah, I know its short it's a Prolog what do ya expect 1,000,000,000 paragraphs?