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The Man with Three Souls
Chapter One: New World, New Enemies
In a cave, a man was lying on the ground. There were no wounds on his body to see, but his attire was covered in blood and torn by battle. The man was a young, handsome sun-kissed blonde man whose hair reached far and ended in wild spikes.
He wore a white haori with red flames at the bottom. If you could see his back, it would have the kanji for "Fourth", had it not been for the massive hole. Beneath the haori, a vest was seen with an equally large hole in it and underneath said vest was a blue two-piece jumpsuit, the top part of harboring the same exact hole, showing off a marking on his stomach that looked to be made of ink. It was however fading as the young man slowly regained consciousness.
This man, was Namikaze Minato.
"Am I dead?" Minato thought as he was lying down on a hard surface, the surrounding area pitch black. "No, I can still feel my chakra coursing through my body, however little I still have left." He carefully rose from the ground and felt a spike of pain coming from his stomach as he stood in a kneeling position.
He then felt it. The familiar nausea that only came about the first few times he had used his fabled Hiraishin no Jutsu. Hurling over, he released his stomach's content. "Ugh… What the hell happened?" he thought as the nausea and the pain slowly disappeared. Confused and on the verge of exhaustion, he once more carefully rose from the ground, staggering slightly as he got up fully on his feet.
Then it hit him. The memories of the fight against the Kyuubi. "Naruto! Kushina!" he silently exclaimed as he tried to anchor to one of his Jutsu-Shiki, but he couldn't feel them. The only Jutsu-Shiki he could feel were the kunai in his pouch.
"So, my connection to the seals aren't broken." He thought as a frown slowly crept up on his face. "Which means that they've either been destroyed, or I'm not in the same plane of existence as them anymore. Knowing my luck today, it's most likely the latter." Reaching for his small bag that was just beneath his waist, he began searching for a flare, and he found one. "I need to find a way back to Konoha and tell them what happened." Releasing the flame, his surroundings were illuminated.
"So, I'm in a cave..." he wondered out loud as he started looking at the writings on the stone walls. From what he could understood, it told a tale of men fighting monsters that was reminiscent of werewolves and giant birds.
"Great, just great..." He thought with a sigh as he continued to observe the writings and the pictures. He saw a picture of a giant dragon that bore fruit of the smaller monsters, furthering the development of the frown he had on his face. "I'm not in the same world as before, am I?"
He gazed to his right and saw another drawn picture, this time of a man with a sword and shield in hand with men behind him seemingly cast techniques through their weapons. "At least the people of this world has some kind of abilities to use against these monsters..." He then sighed as he pointed the flare to his right, and saw a pathway. "There are more paintings on these walls." he thought as he took a closer look. He saw a sea-dragon attacking a boat, an elephant-herd walking over what seemed to be human bones.
He sighed. These vicious creatures were dangerous. He turned around and saw more drawings, this time of the giant bird attacking something. "Huh, that does not look like a creature. It looks more like a flying machine." he thought "But if that's the case, then that means that these people are somewhat advanced technology-wise, which makes me wonder: why are these drawings here on this wall?"
The drawing next to the bird was that of a person. A female if the skirt she wore was anything to go by. Her eyes were colored in a manner that would suggest that they were silver, and beneath said drawing was a tale in the form of text: In the time of need, a young girl with silver eyes with a scythe will rise. This warrior will be a beacon of hope, a shining light in this dark world. She will rid said world of evil and create peace. She will need guidance and love, for she might succumb to darkness should this not happen.
"This sounds like a prophecy." Minato sighed, knowing how tedious these prophecies could be. "It would explain why these drawings are here. I still do not know why I understand a written language that I have never seen before though." Minato rubbed his temples a little before he continued to read the tale: She will be accompanied by several people, who will perish in the battle against the grimm, the creatures that harbor this infected planet. These creatures, they feel negative energy and are drawn towards it.
"Okay, but why is the text telling me this?" he asked out loud. He shook his head. "It's like it was meant for someone not from this world, or time." he thought as he once again continued: These people will not die in vain, however, as they will serve this young fair lady on her quest for peace. Guide her, Yellow Flash, and help her on her quest for serenity. Minato's eyes widened at the mention of his moniker.
"What?" he whispered. "The person who wrote this did it for me, like he or she knew I was going to arrive here." he frowned, not really understanding what was going on. He gazed towards the text next to the prophecy and read it: This world is unforgiving. It will be a challenge, even for someone of your power. The monsters you will fight are called the creatures of grimm, but they are not the only dark forces out there.
His face formed into a frown "So, there are forces other than the grimm out there. Wonder if they're humans hellbent on destruction, much like that masked man that attacked Konoha." he once more continued to read the text, fully intent on finishing it this time: There are two different humanoid races on this planet. One of them are the humans, and the other are the faunus. While the humans are normal like yourself, the faunus has animalistic features, like an extra set of animal ears or a tail. From what I have seen of the future, the Faunus population are treated unjustly, causing them to lash out against the humans. Some, however, do not. I hope that you will proceed with caution when interacting with them, but try to treat them like they're just like any other person.
The dark forces beyond the grimm, however, is something even I could not see. Something was blocking my vision from it, which is why I know for a fact that its there. Please tread carefully, Yellow Flash, as this is the only information I am able to give you. Minato ended the reading session with a sigh as he rubbed his temples, taking in all of the information.
"Alright. Treating faunus like humans is a given. They are after all humans with additional features." Minato said out loud after a while. "However, the dark forces that he couldn't see is troubling, especially considering it's an oracle that's written this. Then there's this young lady he wants me to help. A scythe-wielding silver-eyed warrior is kind of a unique description, which means it will be like finding a needle in a haystack, should the civilization of this world be scattered across the planet." he found even more writing next to it, this time it was in the language from his own world. Beneath it was a cutout in the stone wall with a sealed box in it, around the size of two feet wide, one feet high and two feet deep. He went back to the text and started reading it:
Inside of this box, you will find the necessary tools to rebuild your arsenal of knives for your Hiraishin no Jutsu. I do not know how to use the chakra that you have, but I have keyed your personal imprint for the box. In it, you will find ink, cloth made for writing and several of those knives that you use as anchors. I do not understand how it works, but I have seen enough in my visions of the future to understand that you simply channel chakra into the ink's container and it will be enriched by it and you will be able to use it. And no, I do not know how I can understand this written language of yours, let alone write in it. I do not know how you can understand ours either, as it is a mystery to me. I just know that you can.
"Yondaime..." He heard a voice coming from his head. Minato jumped, slightly frightened by the depth of the voice. The voice was deep, but it wasn't a menacing one. He narrowed his eyes as he remembered the most crucial part of his last moments.
He had sealed a part of the Kyuubi inside of himself.
"So, I brought you with me to this world, Kyuubi." Minato deduced "Am I to assume that this is your doing?" his question was unanswered for several seconds, but he remained still, as if in stasis. His concentration was on the Kyuubi's voice, and was ready to take in whatever information the beast was willing to give.
"This is not my doing, but I do believe that I know of the forces that those texts are talking about," The Kyuubi began "I can also say for sure that there is no way out of this mountain without using force. It has been sealed using stones too heavy to move by hand." Minato nodded as he took the information in.
"I know I shouldn't even ask you this, considering what I did to you not too long ago," Minato relayed with thought to the Kyuubi "But can I count on your help in facing these dark forces?" Once again, he was met with silence. The eerily creepy silence that almost sent a shiver down his spine. During this silence, he felt all of his memories resurface without context, as if they were being reviewed.
He clutched his head in pain from his brain as it started working in overdrive, memories being pulled into his consciousness left and right. His whole life was starting to flash before his eyes as he closed them and grit his teeth in agony. Opening his mouth he released a painful scream, the memories becoming too much for him.
He saw memories of things that he had forgotten, of things that he had repressed. He saw the deaths of his family. His mother's blood-soaked body, his father's head being removed in a quick swing of a nodachi and his sister's throat being sliced. He had repressed this memory as the gore had been too much for his four-year-old self.
He saw his teammates die on the horrific mission that instigated the Third Shinobi War. The Iwa-nin slicing through them as he stood there, watching helplessly as they fell. He saw the blade rush through his abdomen before his master Jiraiya intervened and killed said Iwa-nin in a blink of an eye.
He watched his wife Kushina give birth to Naruto, only for the latter to be snatched by the masked man that would later release the Kyuubi from Kushina's seal. The pain that he felt was too much, like several thousand needles ignited in fire had pierced his skull, searing his brain.
Suddenly all of the memories disappeared from his consciousness and all of the pain went away. He gasped for air as he started to get his mind back to reality. "What the hell just happened?!" he thought as he started panting in physical exhaustion. "What was that surge of memories?" he shook his head before he once again tried to gather his thoughts.
"Yes." Came the voice of Kyuubi, once again startling the blonde. His face adopted a look of confusion, not really understanding what the Kyuubi just said yes to. "I will aid you in this world. I may not have forgiven you for what you did to me, but I do know that you did it to protect your people. That action alone has earned you my respect."
As the Kyuubi continued talking, Minato's eyes widened more and more. It took a while for Minato to regain his composure after the shock that had settled in his body by the Kyuubi's words. He didn't expect the beast to even consider it.
"It was you who pulled those memories out into my consciousness, wasn't it?" He asked. The Kyuubi made a grunt noise.
"Yes." He answered "You should pick the things from the box and find a way out of this cave. It is sealed and will more than likely be low on oxygen soon." Minato nodded as he opened the box and was met with several kunai, a clear glass bottle filled with ink, a brush a stack of cloth. Under these things lied a stack of fresh clothes.
"You may not remember what transpired in the Shinigami's stomach, but I do." Minato was once again confused by the Kyuubi's statement.
"What do you mean, exactly?" He asked the beast, and it made a snorting noise as if he was amused. Why would the Kyuubi be amused by his question?
"We were stuck in the Shinigami's stomach for seventeen years before we were transported here." The Kyuubi said. "Also, I'm whole." Minato's eyes widened once again in shock. "You see, we fought the masked man, who turned out to be your little student, Uchiha Obito. He had been manipulated by the real Uchiha Madara and tried to become the Juubi no Jinchuuriki. He succeeded, but was stopped by the resurrected Madara. We fought alongside your son, his friends and the rest of the Shinobi villages before defeating them. I'm surprised you still have your arms considering your soul lost them in the fight."
Minato's mind was in a state of pure shock. How didn't he remember this? Was this the will of the gods? To not remember fighting together with his son? To not have any memories of such an event?
"When I said that I haven't forgiven you, I lied." the Kyuubi said. Minato was thrown out of his shock as his head once again tilted in slight confusion.
"Huh?" was all that came out of his mouth.
"I haven't forgotten, but I have forgiven." the Kyuubi started "To me, it has been close to fifty years since that day and I have learned many things about humans during my time inside of your son. He was a good man that I gladly fought alongside with during the time of war."
"Heh..." The blonde started "Yeah… Thank you, Kyuubi-san. I do not know what happened, but I thank you for helping my son in the time of need." The Kyuubi once again snorted in amusement.
"Don't mention it, Minato." The Kyuubi began "And stop calling me Kyuubi, my name is Kurama." The blonde began scratching the back of his head sheepishly as he adopted and awkward look on his face. "I guess he was always a little bit awkward." Kurama thought as he remembered the old days when he was stuck in Kushina's body.
"Heh, sorry Kurama-san." Minato replied. "Yosh, time to get out of this place and then put these new clothes on when I know for a fact that I have enough oxygen in my immediate area." he said out loud with a nod to himself, earning another amused snort from Kurama as he started walking, flare still in one of his hand, and the box resting on his shoulder while holding it with his either.
He walked for a minute, seeing all of the drawings on the walls next to him. They weren't as sophisticated and advanced as the Oracle's, meaning he, or she, had not drawn them. They also did not have any structured writing and from the look on the faded colors, it must've been old. Really old. "That would mean that the Oracle must've drawn those pictures and written those texts recently." Minato thought as he continued to walk through the passage until he hit a dead end. His face frowned as he saw the stone wall in front of him. He put down the flare down on the ground and touched the stone before he focused his sensing abilities to get a good read on the stone, to sense how thick it was.
"One feet in thickness..." he muttered as he backed up and put the box down on the ground. He got back up and focused his chakra into the palm of his hand, intent on creating a Rasengan. As he did, he felt his empowered chakra.
"Since when was my chakra this dense?" he thought as he canceled the channeling.
"That would be my doing." Kurama answered.
"Really? How is that?" Minato questioned the large fox as he shifted slightly in his stance.
"My chakra has been mingling with yours for the past hour, fusing together with yours to strengthen it." The fox answered "I've also done my best to discretely refuel your chakra reserves, in case you get into a fight with the creatures of grimm that this Oracle spoke of." Minato's mouth moved into a smile as he nodded in appreciation.
"Thank you, Kurama-san. Is it safe for me to use my chakra without getting used to it?" He asked, earning another amused snort from the beast.
"Yes it should be fine, just don't use too much on that wall as your Rasengan will be more powerful." Kurama answered. Minato nodded once again as he started channeling his chakra into his palm again.
"Yosh! Thanks again, Kurama-san." he answered out loud as the Rasengan finished charging up. He charged towards the wall and slammed the swirling sphere into it. In a single second, the wall was drilled through by the Rasengan and Minato jumped back as the wall crumbled to the ground. He sighed in relief and went back to the box before opening it, and changed to the new attire that the Oracle had given him.
The clothes consisted of a black cloth vest, a white button-up shirt and a pair of blue jeans. It also had a black leather trench-coat with pockets on the inner side that would be convenient to store his kunai, and he couldn't help but admire the quality on the clothes that had been given to him by a man that had only seen him in visions. He sighed in dismay as he realized that he'd have to temporary seal away his haori.
"Man, I really liked that haori…" he thought as he took the bottle of ink and started to channel his chakra in it for a few seconds before stopping. Once he stopped, it glowed for a few seconds before it died down. He then opened the bottle and took a piece of cloth out together with the brush and dipped it into the bottle. He then started drawing a storage seal on the piece of cloth.
"Okay, let's try this seal..." he muttered as he took another piece of cloth and put it over the seal and channeled chakra into said seal. In a blink of an eye, the cloth disappeared into the seal, and so he unsealed it and it came back. "Yosh, sealing works just as fine here as it does back home." When those words came out of his mouth, he turned sad at the fact that he wouldn't be able to raise his son.
He shook his head, intent to focus on the problem at hand. He was in an unfamiliar world, and he needed to find some form of civilization, if there was one at all. "From those drawings, there must be some kind of civilization… I mean, they seem to be pretty advanced." he thought. He walked up the shambles of stone and gazed up towards the sky. His eyes widened at the sight.
"My god..." he thought as he took the sight in. The moon was partially shattered, and it was closer to the planet that it had been back on his planet. "How the hell did that happen?!" he thought in slight panic. Said panic, however, was quickly subdued as he heard an agonizing scream coming from the woods.
"Someone is in trouble!" he thought as he started running towards the direction of the scream. The scream had been faint, so it wasn't close at all. He estimated that the scream came from a kilometer away, so he pushed his body to its limits and turned into a blur.
In a field, surrounded by grimm, a lone young woman stood. she once had a white cloak covering her body, but that had since a few hours ago been destroyed by the grimm. Her hair was medium length, black fading into red. She wore a black gothic dress with dark-red boots.
Her name was Summer Rose, and she was not having a good day. Not in the least. She had been sent out on a mission to take a look at what could be a new Grimm Nest near the abandoned city of Mountain Glenn. It was a solo mission, something she was used to. She was used to not having backup on these kinds of missions, and it was understandable as it was only a scouting mission, not an extermination.
But, the mission had gone completely FUBAR as the grimm had spotted her and started attacking her. Now, she was a full fledged huntress, one of the best to be exact. That did not mean, however, that she was invincible.
She had been fighting the grimm for close to four hours without a pause. She hadn't even thinned the herd, and it was frustrating her to no end. The more she had slain, the more came at her. The more alphas came, that is. The fight was beginning to wear her out. Not even her silver eyes had helped, as they had been active for the past two hours. It put a strain on her body like nothing else. It disturbed her greatly as the waves of grimm continued to rain upon her.
Eyes shining like a beacon, she sidestepped a spinning boarbatusk as it tried to ram itself into her by jumping to the side in a barrel roll and stabbed a beowolf with her automatic-sword-staff-rifle with its blade, killing it immediately. She twirled it around her body horizontally as she sliced through four other beowolves and killed those as well.
Summer then twirled her weapon vertically and pressed the safety button. When she did, the blade locket itself backwards, opening up the rifle's barrel. A fore-grip fell down the under-side of the staff and she put a large magazine with the label "High-Impact bullets" into the magazine-slot and grasped the fore-grip. She then fired.
Chaos ensued as the bullets sliced through the grimm coming towards her. The adrenaline that had worn off hours ago once again entered her system as the barrel's line of sight twitched between the grimm. One grimm here, one grimm there.
But there still was no end to them.
"How the fuck did so many grimm get here?!" she thought as the grimm started to overwhelm her. As the ammo in her clip was depleted, she jumped into the air and transformer her weapon back to the staff-blade form, and the magazine fell off the weapon automatically. While mid-air, she spun like a tornado and sliced through a mid-sized nevermore, killing it almost immediately. She landed onto the ground, and was about to do a twirl once more, but was stopped as something sharp was embedded into her abdomen. A white outline broke out of her body, signaling that her aura was depleted.
"GAH!" she screamed in agony. The scream had been amplified by the Silver-Eyed Warrior Magic and created a shock-wave, disintegrating every grimm within a twenty-yard radius. "Fuck, this is really bad! How did I not notice my aura going down?!" The glow in her eyes faded as she fell onto her left knee, holding onto the wound with her left hand while her right hand held onto the sword-staff.
"Fuck, this is bad." she thought. She looked around her, and saw that the grimm were slowly moving towards her. Even though they were weary of her because of what she had done, they could also see that she was now weakened by the blow that their fallen brother had landed on her.
Suddenly, she heard the noise of a goliath, and her eyes widened. "WHAT?! A FUCKING GOLIATH?!" she thought her head whipped towards its location. It came rushing at her at an incredible rate, and she knew she wouldn't be able to dodge it. She closed her eyes and dropped her weapon as she embraced for the impact that would more than likely kill her.
"This is where I die, isn't it?" she thought. "I guess this is where I meet my maker..."
The pain never came, however, as she felt two hands grasp onto her. She could feel her body move into a horizontal position as the wind went through her hair. She opened her eyes and saw a young blonde man with blue eyes and a blue headband with a metal plate on it. Her mouth formed a smile as she realized that she had been saved by this unknown man. His gaze went towards her for a moment before it turned back to his front. "Hold on, I'm gonna slow down." he said softly as he slowed down. That was when she noticed how fast they had been traveling.
"Holy crap we were going fast." she thought as they had come to a stop. The young man sat her down on the ground and pulled out a weird-looking kunai as he looked around them. It was then she got a good look at the man.
He wore a black leather trench-coat with black cloth vest, a white button-up shirt and a pair of blue jeans underneath it. "This is one mysterious man..." she thought as the man continued to look around the small clearing that they had landed in.
"We're not alone, there are more of those things out here." he muttered. Her eyes widened as she realized that he was talking about the grimm. "Oh god, is he going to fight them with that kunai? She thought, both terrified and confused.
"Do you know a place we can take a rest at?" the blonde asked.
"Yeah, there's an abandoned city around two kilometers to the west, I believe." she answered, slightly confused at the man. "Uhh, don't you have a better weapon other than a kunai? The grimm is pretty durable, I doubt it wou-" she was interrupted as he dropped the kunai and pulled out five more and threw them in different directions in a single motion. Then, he vanished in a flicker of yellow.
Summer then heard explosions all around her, around the places he had thrown the kunai. Her head whipped around to the explosions, and it was driving her mad. Within ten seconds, twenty explosions had taken place around her. Before she could even react, she was swept up into a bridal position and they were once again going at an extremely high speed. She closed her eyes to avoid getting dizzy as the speed was too much for her eyes.
"HOLY SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!" she screamed as they sped through the forest towards the abandoned city. "How the hell is he moving so fast, even when he's carrying me?!" She thought. They traveled at the same speed for a minute before they got through the treeline.
"I can see the city." he said as they slowed down to a normal running speed. "I'm gonna try to find a decent place for us to get that wound of yours patched up." she nodded as she opened her eyes. She could still feel it, the pain of the wound.
"I got roughed up pretty bad, didn't I?" she thought as they got into the city walls. He continued to run for a good minute before he saw a tall rundown apartment building. He shifted his body and aligned it with the building and started to run upwards the building. As he did, her eyes widened. "How the heck does he do that?!" she thought as they continued to move vertically. He jumped up onto a balcony and kicked in the door, revealing a rundown apartment.
He walked into the apartment and set her down on the bed in the room. He then kneeled down and took out a bundle of cloth, confusing her slightly. He rolled it out and she was that there was three circles with strange symbols inside of it.
She saw his hands move in a blur before he slammed his right hand into the outer circles. She widened her eyes as smoke came from middle circle. When said smoke subdued, a large box could be seen above the circle.
"H-how?!" she asked in shock. Said shock, however, was turned into pain as she clutched her abdomen. The man looked bewildered as he quickly opened the box and pulled out a dark blue shirt with two swirls on each arm. He went over to her and moved her body a little, causing her to grunt in slight pain as he did. He tied the shirt around her abdomen and put his hand on it to put pressure on the wound.
"This isn't gonna be enough." he muttered before his eyes widened slightly "Ah, we never introduced ourselves. My name is Minato, what's yours?" despite the pain, she chuckled at Minato.
"My name is Summer Rose, and I thank you for rescuing me." she said before she grunted in pain "I don't know how much it though, as this doesn't look good." He nodded as he grabbed the closest wooden chair he could find with his left hand and sat down on it before putting said hand back onto the wound.
Minato sighed as kept pressure on the wound. She was right, it didn't look good at all. It was deep, and she could very well be bleeding internally. "Moving that fast might've been reckless of me." he thought. "Do you have a way to contact anyone that can send help?"
Summer nodded as she pulled a contraption out of her pocket, and pulled the sides of it and a small holographic monitor appeared between the two clips. She let out a painful huff out of her nose-drills as she started pressing on the monitor. A beeping noise came from it before a face appeared.
"Ozpin." she let out painfully as she put one of her hands on the wound. The man's face turned from calm to slight shock as he saw the state she was in. The agonizing pain that the woman on the other end of the call was in alarmed him.
"Summer, what happened?" He asked, panic written all over his face.
"I got ambushed by a goliath and its minions." she said before she closed her eyes and let out an agonized groan. Breathing heavily, she panned the monitor over to Minato. "I was saved by this man, but I don't know how much it did as I was already mortally wounded." Ozpin quickly stood up and grabbed an identical contraption to what she was holding.
"Qrow and I are coming to get you, Summer. Please hang in there." He said as the transmission ended. She let out a sigh as she laid her other arm down on the bed, intending to use the energy she had left to keep herself alive until Ozpin came about. "I can't believe I'm actually about to die, even when I was saved from the grimm. Ruby, Yang, please forgive me." She thought as she took a deep breath and released it.
Minato watched the conversation in sadness. The look Ozpin had on his face reminded him of a father that was watching his child die. The emotional toll Ozpin was feeling had to be too much to bear. It was painful for him too, to watch this young woman be in such physical pain. It brought emotional pain to him, and he did not like it one bit.
"I'm not gonna make it, am I?" she asked weakly as the colors on her face started draining. "Shit, she's lost too much blood!" Minato thought, but didn't let the pressure on the wound go. Rather, he increased the pressure slightly.
"Are you always a pessimist, Summer-San?" he asked, earning a weak laugh from the woman. Her laugh quickly died down though as she started coughing. She put her resting hand over her mouth as she coughed and when she was done, her eyes widened as she looked at her palm.
She was coughing blood. A lot of it.
Minato mimicked this gesture as he realized what was happening. "She's bleeding internally." he deduced "She's really not gonna make it." He turned his gaze towards her eyes. They fluttered rapidly, signaling that she was losing consciousness.
"Hang in there, Summer-San!" he exclaimed as her eyes shut completely. Tears started forming as he quickly checked her pulse with one of his hands. "Fuck, no pulse!" he exclaimed as he put his hands on her chest to start CPR. He started pressing the hands down, trying to get her heart to start. His tears flowed freely as he put his mouth to hers and breathed into her, but to no avail.
He slumped back into the chair
Summer Rose was dead, and there was nothing he could've done to prevent it.
"Uhh, Minato… you might want to get in here." Came the voice of the Kyuubi. "We have a situation..."
AN: Hi! I'm back, sort of. Namikaze is a little bit on ice, but I'm gonna do my best to continue writing it in tandem with this one, but I have no clue on where to continue with it. Which is why I'm writing this one instead, as I got this idea while taking a walk. No joke.
A lil bit of info on Summer's weapon in this fanfic ^^,
Sword-Staff is a Swedish medieval weapon, literally just a sword's blade attached onto a two meter pole. Summer's has a broadsword on top of a 5.56 barrel that when it transforms, it flips open like a lid and attaches itself onto the top of the staff. The magazine holds forty-five 5.56×45 High-Impact bullets and she has a different magazine for each dust element.
Anyway, I have the second chapter almost ready (wrote them at the same time, more or less) so it will be up soon as well. In the meantime, take care \(^^,)/