Hey all, ~/Super_Saiyajin no Ouji\~ here once again. I am now trying my
best at a Berserk fanfic so I hope you all like it. This is what I think
would happen or would be interesting If Berserk were to ever end! WARNING!!
SPOILERS IN THIS STORY.
Anyways, This is going to take place 10 years after the end of berserk
(the manga, even though it is still going) To think in retrospect, it takes
place 25 years after Gattsu left the Taka no Dan (Band of the Hawk).
Please enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Berserk or anything of it except my own ideas.
Chapter 1
"Return of the Black Swordsman
Death.How I have longed to have it, and it seems that I may very well get my wish.25 years since the tragedy, and the memory never left me. Even in my dreams, years after it was done. The screams and distorted faces of my comrades and of her fill my mind with a numbing chilling experience. Betrayed, hurt, confused, enraged. Those emotions kept me going through every battle, every skirmish, and every war.
What have I become now? A human being that has been to hell and back? No. No mere human could endure what I have. No mere human could hang on for as long as I have. No mere human could defy the God hands like I have.
Either way, I have won what little peace is left in this poisoned land. I now live secluded in the woods were Godo, the forge master who created the Dragon Slayer once lived. A place were young Rickeret took over and continued his legacy. But in the end it was I who outlived them all.
The night filled battles that I once waged on a daily basis are now over with. The sacrifices that I strode to bring her back have been relieved. The nightmares however.the nightmares how ever never leave. Perhaps tonight I will dream of her. The though of me holding her again reawakens the rage but at the same time sorrow that I possessed back in my youth. It is late.I shall retire for now.
----------------------------------------------The Next Day------------------ --------------------------
The sun began to shine down on the rotting trees. The once beautiful flora was now a distant memory for those who still remember it. For those that were brought into this world, the bleak mornings and grayish skies were as natural as breathing air.
The aged man that left his home eyed the plains of his home. Still strong for his age, the experience of battle had aged him considerably more then what he looked. His eye's still had a tint of rage and of bitterness. The wind whipped around him as he brought his sword out in front of him in his normal practice stance. He had been doing this for as long as he could remember. Was there really a point to this now? He had always knew that one could never be too sure when his skills would be needed.
"1!.2!.3!." began the aged man. The sounds of horses whining in the background soon interrupted him.
The man's eyes squinted towards the horizon as he tried to make out the figures.
"Two masked men on horses chasing a small child." Thought the man.
"Come here boy!" yelled one of the men. His voice commanded as he began to pull out a crossbow.
The child running franticly through the plain fields spotted in the distance a house. If there was a house then they're maybe someone who could help him.
Arrows began to streak past the child as he dashed towards his savior. His chest burned and hungered for oxygen as he ran for his life. His vision blurred as the lack of air began to affect his sight.
The man saw the riders and child begin to shift his way. He knew that a battle would ensue one way or the other. Tightening his grip on his sword, he began to walk towards the group.
Taking aim carefully, the masked man fired and smirked as his bolt made contact with the child's leg.
Yelping as he fell hard to the ground, the child felt dizzy with the mixture of pain and the sudden stoppage and falling to the ground. Rolling to his back, his eyes began to swell with tears, as he feared for his life. Whimpering, the child began to crawl backwards in vein. Without hesitation the riders were upon him.
"Alright boy! You know what happens when you steal from us! Now hand it over!" yelled the rider with the crossbow.
The child was unable to speak as the horses stomped around him putting him in a state of shock.
"Don't want to cooperate ne? Then let us help you then." Suggested the other masked rider as he dismounted from his horse.
The child could only curl up tighter as one of the men raised his hand and punched the child on the top of the head.
Yelping in pain, the child cried. Why did it have to happen to him he thought? Was life so bad that even him a child was to die in this way? Crying and yelling in pain the child waited for death.
PPHT!
The child saw one of the riders slump lifelessly as to the ground as he had an arrow stuck in his head.
"What the hell?!" yelled the other rider as he swiftly turned around and noticed the man. Not only the man but also the giant sword if it should be even called that. It was as big as him and as wide. How could a man like this wield it unless.unless he was the one he had heard in tales.
"What business do you have here in my land." Asked the man in a quite tone. He looked upon the small child and noticed the now forming bruises all over his face. Rage filled his blood as he looked once again on the masked rider.
"I tell you now.leave this place or I will kill you." Demanded the man before he let the rider answer.
"I can not. Not until I kill this child and return what he has stolen." Replied the rider shakily as he drew his own sword. Beginning to sweat, the rider took a stance.
Smirking to himself, the older man swung his sword with such force and speed that the rider was unable to even put his sword up for defense. Stopping mere inches from his head, the man dropped his sword.
"Leave." Repeated the dark man as he kept the sword posed inches from the bandit.
Hastily, the rider mounted and quickly left as he feared for that he ran into the one man that no one, not even the gods them self's dare to challenge.
The child that was on the ground looked up at the man clutching what he had taken from the bandits. It wasn't much but he thought he could sell it. When he had the chance.
The man knelt as he sheathed his sword and began to check the child.
"Are you alright?"
Not sure how to respond the child merely nodded.
"What did they want from you?"
The little boy, still in a state of shock opened his palm and slowly showed what he held.
The man jumped back startled. His eyes wide open in terror as he gazed upon the item that the boy had.
"It can't be..It's.It's impossible!" the man whispered.
Rage that he had not known for years began to swell in him like a storm. The memories began to flood back. He knew that trouble was coming and that this boy would be involved.
Looking at the man, the child began to gather his wits and mustered enough courage to speak.
"My lord.what is your name?"
The man regaining his composure stood and picked the injured child and began to walk back to his home.
"My lord?"
"Kuroi.Kuroi Kenshin" replied Gattsu.
The boy seemed to be contemplating and then widened his eyes. The Black Swordsman. He was the legendary man who had battled against Griffith the leader of the Taka no Dan(Band of the Hawk).
The boy hoped that he would hear stories from him when they arrived at his home. He did not know however was that those who do not learn from the past are destined to repeat them.
^_^v Alright folks there you go! My first chapter of my new fic! I hope you enjoyed it and expect some others soon! Please read and review! That's all I ask. So till then. Bye!
~/Super_Saiyajin no Ouji\~ sends.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Berserk or anything of it except my own ideas.
Chapter 1
"Return of the Black Swordsman
Death.How I have longed to have it, and it seems that I may very well get my wish.25 years since the tragedy, and the memory never left me. Even in my dreams, years after it was done. The screams and distorted faces of my comrades and of her fill my mind with a numbing chilling experience. Betrayed, hurt, confused, enraged. Those emotions kept me going through every battle, every skirmish, and every war.
What have I become now? A human being that has been to hell and back? No. No mere human could endure what I have. No mere human could hang on for as long as I have. No mere human could defy the God hands like I have.
Either way, I have won what little peace is left in this poisoned land. I now live secluded in the woods were Godo, the forge master who created the Dragon Slayer once lived. A place were young Rickeret took over and continued his legacy. But in the end it was I who outlived them all.
The night filled battles that I once waged on a daily basis are now over with. The sacrifices that I strode to bring her back have been relieved. The nightmares however.the nightmares how ever never leave. Perhaps tonight I will dream of her. The though of me holding her again reawakens the rage but at the same time sorrow that I possessed back in my youth. It is late.I shall retire for now.
----------------------------------------------The Next Day------------------ --------------------------
The sun began to shine down on the rotting trees. The once beautiful flora was now a distant memory for those who still remember it. For those that were brought into this world, the bleak mornings and grayish skies were as natural as breathing air.
The aged man that left his home eyed the plains of his home. Still strong for his age, the experience of battle had aged him considerably more then what he looked. His eye's still had a tint of rage and of bitterness. The wind whipped around him as he brought his sword out in front of him in his normal practice stance. He had been doing this for as long as he could remember. Was there really a point to this now? He had always knew that one could never be too sure when his skills would be needed.
"1!.2!.3!." began the aged man. The sounds of horses whining in the background soon interrupted him.
The man's eyes squinted towards the horizon as he tried to make out the figures.
"Two masked men on horses chasing a small child." Thought the man.
"Come here boy!" yelled one of the men. His voice commanded as he began to pull out a crossbow.
The child running franticly through the plain fields spotted in the distance a house. If there was a house then they're maybe someone who could help him.
Arrows began to streak past the child as he dashed towards his savior. His chest burned and hungered for oxygen as he ran for his life. His vision blurred as the lack of air began to affect his sight.
The man saw the riders and child begin to shift his way. He knew that a battle would ensue one way or the other. Tightening his grip on his sword, he began to walk towards the group.
Taking aim carefully, the masked man fired and smirked as his bolt made contact with the child's leg.
Yelping as he fell hard to the ground, the child felt dizzy with the mixture of pain and the sudden stoppage and falling to the ground. Rolling to his back, his eyes began to swell with tears, as he feared for his life. Whimpering, the child began to crawl backwards in vein. Without hesitation the riders were upon him.
"Alright boy! You know what happens when you steal from us! Now hand it over!" yelled the rider with the crossbow.
The child was unable to speak as the horses stomped around him putting him in a state of shock.
"Don't want to cooperate ne? Then let us help you then." Suggested the other masked rider as he dismounted from his horse.
The child could only curl up tighter as one of the men raised his hand and punched the child on the top of the head.
Yelping in pain, the child cried. Why did it have to happen to him he thought? Was life so bad that even him a child was to die in this way? Crying and yelling in pain the child waited for death.
PPHT!
The child saw one of the riders slump lifelessly as to the ground as he had an arrow stuck in his head.
"What the hell?!" yelled the other rider as he swiftly turned around and noticed the man. Not only the man but also the giant sword if it should be even called that. It was as big as him and as wide. How could a man like this wield it unless.unless he was the one he had heard in tales.
"What business do you have here in my land." Asked the man in a quite tone. He looked upon the small child and noticed the now forming bruises all over his face. Rage filled his blood as he looked once again on the masked rider.
"I tell you now.leave this place or I will kill you." Demanded the man before he let the rider answer.
"I can not. Not until I kill this child and return what he has stolen." Replied the rider shakily as he drew his own sword. Beginning to sweat, the rider took a stance.
Smirking to himself, the older man swung his sword with such force and speed that the rider was unable to even put his sword up for defense. Stopping mere inches from his head, the man dropped his sword.
"Leave." Repeated the dark man as he kept the sword posed inches from the bandit.
Hastily, the rider mounted and quickly left as he feared for that he ran into the one man that no one, not even the gods them self's dare to challenge.
The child that was on the ground looked up at the man clutching what he had taken from the bandits. It wasn't much but he thought he could sell it. When he had the chance.
The man knelt as he sheathed his sword and began to check the child.
"Are you alright?"
Not sure how to respond the child merely nodded.
"What did they want from you?"
The little boy, still in a state of shock opened his palm and slowly showed what he held.
The man jumped back startled. His eyes wide open in terror as he gazed upon the item that the boy had.
"It can't be..It's.It's impossible!" the man whispered.
Rage that he had not known for years began to swell in him like a storm. The memories began to flood back. He knew that trouble was coming and that this boy would be involved.
Looking at the man, the child began to gather his wits and mustered enough courage to speak.
"My lord.what is your name?"
The man regaining his composure stood and picked the injured child and began to walk back to his home.
"My lord?"
"Kuroi.Kuroi Kenshin" replied Gattsu.
The boy seemed to be contemplating and then widened his eyes. The Black Swordsman. He was the legendary man who had battled against Griffith the leader of the Taka no Dan(Band of the Hawk).
The boy hoped that he would hear stories from him when they arrived at his home. He did not know however was that those who do not learn from the past are destined to repeat them.
^_^v Alright folks there you go! My first chapter of my new fic! I hope you enjoyed it and expect some others soon! Please read and review! That's all I ask. So till then. Bye!
~/Super_Saiyajin no Ouji\~ sends.