Prologue
He who is asleep will awaken
The world will rejoice at his coming
He will bring blood and tears
He will bring life and salvation
He who is asleep shall awaken
When the blood of water falls
Nights in Tokyo were always busy. Cars, people, endlessly moving from place to place. Seeking, following. as if an unknown force was guiding them to their destinations against their wills. Located inside the city were huge buildings, skyscrapers, that rose up towards the clouds, like sentinels guarding this city. And there, away from the concrete life stands Tokyo Tower, watching over Tokyo in the night. Alone and silent. It was not so this night though. It had a visitor, sitting on a steel rail outside the viewing platform. The guest was male, barely a teenager, wearing white robes that trailed down to his floor. His hair was that of silver, shimmering in the moonlight. His eyes were as blue as the night sky. And as he watched the ceaseless activity below him, he smiled.
The boy looked around. Buildings and more buildings. A new Tokyo built up from ashes fifty years ago. Amazing how humans adapt and change to their circumstances. He touched the steel railing next to him, felt the cold biting sensation of the cool metal. "Amazing," he said to himself, "Hard to believe the city was mostly destroyed during Kamui's battle. And this, Tokyo Tower is the last Seal. Those buildings the humans erected act as temporary Seals, useless ones, but they serve their purpose." The boy laughed, a cold, lonely tone. He could destroy the tower and the rest of the Seals in an instant. The world would face destruction and all would perish. That was the Earth Dragons' goal, wasn't it? They failed though, and half a century later, he would take the helm. "My goal is different, mother! I will awaken him.and this city, this.world, shall be his to rule! I will change fate with my own hands! This, I swear upon this land!" With that, he leapt from the tower, melting in the darkness below, as the city bustled on, oblivious to the fate that would consume it.
The same scene again.
- Please help this world -
Kamui and Fuma, the swords ringing.
-Please save this world-
Their battle cries.
-I beg of you-
Her cries.
-I beg of you-
Kamui's tears.
-Please save this world-
Her own tears.
-Please save us all-
Yuzuriha Nekoi's eyes flared open within the darkness of her room. Her mind reeling from the dream she just had. All was quiet in the room. All was normal. Her Inugami, Inuki, was lying asleep next to the bed. Yuzuriha sat up and ran a hand through her hair. Age must be catching up to her. She had not dreamt that scene for quite a while. And even though it was the dream of the last duel, this one was different from those she had years ago. This dream had a sense of urgency, calling out for her attention. It was that part she did not understand. The Earth Dragons were gone, most killed by her group, the Seven Seals. She even married one! A sense of nostalgia came as she thought of Kusanagi, her love of her life, now with the earth he so loved. Breaking away form her musings, she wondered what the dream was about. The seals were safe, thus the world was safe. Only the Earth Dragons could break the seals, with them all gone, the world was safe. So what was that dream about? She turned towards her window and stared at the dark buildings surrounding her apartment.
The moon was full tonight.
Toshio Nagaishi had a dream. This dream seemed like those weird ones he usually had, but something was different about it. He could not pinpoint what. He was standing on a road in Tokyo and ranging above him was the Tokyo Tower. The last time he was at the tower was four years ago, fourteen years old with his classmates. The sun was behind it, casting a dark shadow on him. He rubbed his eyes from the sun's glare and looked carefully at a point near the top of the tower. He was sure he saw a figure standing there, and that figure was calling out to him.
-Come to me-
Toshio took a step towards the tower.
-Come to me. Show me your strength-
Toshio started on another step but something was holding him back. A force was pulling him away from the voice.
-Draw your sword. I will show you the way. Come to me-
His legs moved backwards, pulled away from the tower, the sun, the sweet, sweet melodic voice. He didn't want to go.
-Come to me-
He didn't want to go. He needed that voice. He was further away now. The tower was a blur. The voice was softer now, but still clear.
-Come to me.Toshio-
Hayate Sakido stood outside the hospital ward Toshio Nagaishi was in. Outside the window in fact, sitting on the window ledge. 'Foolhardy boy,' he thought as he recalled how the boy stood up against eight gang members, landing him in this condition. The boy's power had not awakened yet. It would take time. And Hayate would need to protect him in the meantime too. Already, he felt the aura of another being attempting to contact the boy. Hayate had just managed to break the contact before any real damage was done. The enemy had begun to move. His allies too. Just like fifty years ago. Just like the prophecy decreed. How would this end? Hayate gripped his sword tighter and stared at the full moon. A trace of a smile formed upon his lips. He said, "Things I do for the world, and I don't even get paid for it." The cool night wind began to blow.
He who is asleep will awaken
The world will rejoice at his coming
He will bring blood and tears
He will bring life and salvation
He who is asleep shall awaken
When the blood of water falls
Nights in Tokyo were always busy. Cars, people, endlessly moving from place to place. Seeking, following. as if an unknown force was guiding them to their destinations against their wills. Located inside the city were huge buildings, skyscrapers, that rose up towards the clouds, like sentinels guarding this city. And there, away from the concrete life stands Tokyo Tower, watching over Tokyo in the night. Alone and silent. It was not so this night though. It had a visitor, sitting on a steel rail outside the viewing platform. The guest was male, barely a teenager, wearing white robes that trailed down to his floor. His hair was that of silver, shimmering in the moonlight. His eyes were as blue as the night sky. And as he watched the ceaseless activity below him, he smiled.
The boy looked around. Buildings and more buildings. A new Tokyo built up from ashes fifty years ago. Amazing how humans adapt and change to their circumstances. He touched the steel railing next to him, felt the cold biting sensation of the cool metal. "Amazing," he said to himself, "Hard to believe the city was mostly destroyed during Kamui's battle. And this, Tokyo Tower is the last Seal. Those buildings the humans erected act as temporary Seals, useless ones, but they serve their purpose." The boy laughed, a cold, lonely tone. He could destroy the tower and the rest of the Seals in an instant. The world would face destruction and all would perish. That was the Earth Dragons' goal, wasn't it? They failed though, and half a century later, he would take the helm. "My goal is different, mother! I will awaken him.and this city, this.world, shall be his to rule! I will change fate with my own hands! This, I swear upon this land!" With that, he leapt from the tower, melting in the darkness below, as the city bustled on, oblivious to the fate that would consume it.
The same scene again.
- Please help this world -
Kamui and Fuma, the swords ringing.
-Please save this world-
Their battle cries.
-I beg of you-
Her cries.
-I beg of you-
Kamui's tears.
-Please save this world-
Her own tears.
-Please save us all-
Yuzuriha Nekoi's eyes flared open within the darkness of her room. Her mind reeling from the dream she just had. All was quiet in the room. All was normal. Her Inugami, Inuki, was lying asleep next to the bed. Yuzuriha sat up and ran a hand through her hair. Age must be catching up to her. She had not dreamt that scene for quite a while. And even though it was the dream of the last duel, this one was different from those she had years ago. This dream had a sense of urgency, calling out for her attention. It was that part she did not understand. The Earth Dragons were gone, most killed by her group, the Seven Seals. She even married one! A sense of nostalgia came as she thought of Kusanagi, her love of her life, now with the earth he so loved. Breaking away form her musings, she wondered what the dream was about. The seals were safe, thus the world was safe. Only the Earth Dragons could break the seals, with them all gone, the world was safe. So what was that dream about? She turned towards her window and stared at the dark buildings surrounding her apartment.
The moon was full tonight.
Toshio Nagaishi had a dream. This dream seemed like those weird ones he usually had, but something was different about it. He could not pinpoint what. He was standing on a road in Tokyo and ranging above him was the Tokyo Tower. The last time he was at the tower was four years ago, fourteen years old with his classmates. The sun was behind it, casting a dark shadow on him. He rubbed his eyes from the sun's glare and looked carefully at a point near the top of the tower. He was sure he saw a figure standing there, and that figure was calling out to him.
-Come to me-
Toshio took a step towards the tower.
-Come to me. Show me your strength-
Toshio started on another step but something was holding him back. A force was pulling him away from the voice.
-Draw your sword. I will show you the way. Come to me-
His legs moved backwards, pulled away from the tower, the sun, the sweet, sweet melodic voice. He didn't want to go.
-Come to me-
He didn't want to go. He needed that voice. He was further away now. The tower was a blur. The voice was softer now, but still clear.
-Come to me.Toshio-
Hayate Sakido stood outside the hospital ward Toshio Nagaishi was in. Outside the window in fact, sitting on the window ledge. 'Foolhardy boy,' he thought as he recalled how the boy stood up against eight gang members, landing him in this condition. The boy's power had not awakened yet. It would take time. And Hayate would need to protect him in the meantime too. Already, he felt the aura of another being attempting to contact the boy. Hayate had just managed to break the contact before any real damage was done. The enemy had begun to move. His allies too. Just like fifty years ago. Just like the prophecy decreed. How would this end? Hayate gripped his sword tighter and stared at the full moon. A trace of a smile formed upon his lips. He said, "Things I do for the world, and I don't even get paid for it." The cool night wind began to blow.