Thousands of years ago, when the Earth was first created, great power ravaged the land, bringing destruction to some, harmony to others. These great forces were called the Youkai, and sought to somehow live with the humans on Earth, yet the humans dejected them and cursed their names.
Eventually, Man created the gun, his weapon of range and accuracy. A sword's strike could be seen, dodged, as a gun's bullet could not. The gun was Man's weapon of choice to use to slay the Youkai,
The Gods saw this, and intervened. They dispersed the Youkai greatest in power in twenty-one guns, forged in the hopes that no human would be able to wield their power. The Gods were wrong.
Man sought to find these guns, and use them for their own opulence. The news was spread about that if the twenty-one guns were to ever be gathered under one person's rule, then that person would possess the greatest power imaginable.
Those who sought out the guns were consumed by greed and wrath, yet they continued to glutton their way toward the ancient forces. Corrupted, these men would turn into the Youkai that was once their worst enemy. They had become the very essence of evil themselves.
The knowledge of these guns was eventually confined, and anybody who spread word of them or who quested for them was to instantly be dispatched.
Many a millennia later, an archaeologist discovered the Books of the Guns that the legends had been recorded in. He, as many others, sought out the legendary weapons. The great quest he went on brought the spoils of only six of the guns. These were passed down through his family, and eventually, to a youth named Seishin…
Book II, Twenty-One GunsSeishin Kajima leisurely paced down the street, on his way home from school. Slinging his back-pack over his right shoulder, Seishin would look to his left and right, and then sprint down the sidewalk. This was his last day of school, and he was now out for summer break. Next year, he would be going to college.
His birthday being the day before, Seishin was now 19 years old.
He would come to a stop at his porch, and slowly open the door, trying not a make a lot of noise. He opened the refrigerator and grabbed an ice-cold Coca-cola. Looking on the door of the refrigerator, he would see the flyer for the gun-fighting contest he had signed up for. "How could I forget this?" Seishin thought. The ship was leaving the next day, and he had to prepare.
Dashing to his room, he would burst open the door, only to see his clothes and weaponry already packaged. Surprisingly enough, he had packed a week ago, and forgotten all about it.
Seishin would grab the bags, flinging them over his shoulder, and dashing to the port from which the boat was leaving. Their equipment had to be in a day early, to be secured and prepared.