A/N: Just a short work to get myself working once again, though it is not League of Legends: Team YTJK, I apologize for that. This will only probably be a test and nothing else. It's something I've been wanting to try. I do hope you guys enjoy it. Do review of what you think about it, whether good or bad, continue or be one shot.
On to the story!
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Japan, a country where Samurai lives. A country full of proud and full-fledged Samurai. Samurai, a warrior who pledge their life to honor, to their Lord, and to their country, Japan. The Shogun, a descendant of Tokugawa Ieyasu, who united Japan as one country after the passing of Toyotomi Hideoyoshi.
It was a country, full of life, joy and peace. But now, it is a battlefield.
Left and right, bodies filled with holes, wounds from guns, stabs from blades, you name it.
Just as these Samurais were living peacefully, an Alien race, The Amanto, came to their planet Earth, and forced the Shogun to conceded Japan to them with high-tech weapons that can destroy Japan.
But that did not stop the proud Samurais to fight for their country, the independence of their country. The Rebellion Army against The Government. Because of their pride, they will not accept being ruled by an outsider, much less a race from outside the planet Earth and God knows where they're from.
This war, they've called it, The Joui War.
And so for years they've fought, and it's still going on.
In another timeline, The Rebellion Army fought bravely with a morale that is second to none, due to their famous subordinates, names that were-, no ARE feared, by the Amanto race that fought in the war.
The Rampaging Noble, Katsura Koutaro. With a raven colored hair, mixed with red by the blood of the enemies he had slain. His names are one of the feared, but he has another name: The Runaway Koutaro.
The Dragon of Katsurahama, Sakamoto Tatsuma. In The Rebellion Army, he might be known as an idiot of his loud tendencies, hence the title The Loud Fellow. But his skills of swordsmanship are not to be doubted, he did not earn the title The Dragon of Katsuraham for nothing.
The Commander of Kihetai, Takasugi Shinsuke. Known for leading the division that is the Kihetai, known for its members that fought like a demon, showing no mercy to foes and enemies alike. The Commander ain't no laugh either, if it's even possible, he, fought like more than a demon. No matter how many wounds he suffered, he will stand up to cut his enemies down.
And the last one, the most feared one amongst the Amanto, the Samurai in white. Shiroyasha, Sakata Gintoki. Just as the name told, the young man, rumored to be in his late teen years, fought like a demon. His clothing of that pure white, painted red by the blood of his enemies –with only SOME of it is his own-.
Because of these four, The Joui War was pro-longed. Excluding The Dragon of Katsurahama, the other three youngsters did not participated in the war for Japan, the country. No, it was only for one reason only.
To rescue their teacher, Yoshida Shouyou.
But they did not succeed. Instead of an alive Yoshida Shouyou, what they got was his head. Cut by the Shiroyasha, in trade for protecting his comrades, The Rampaging Noble and The Commander of Kihetai, which the saved mostly disagreed.
Because of their reason no more, they fled from the war, seeing no other reason to continue fighting in it. Each one went their separate paths.
But in this time line, a different scenario happened.
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In an open field, where nothing lays except corpses, stood… eh, make it sit, a young child. In his right arm is a katana too long for his size. A silvery-blue perm hair that is messed with a bit of dirt, and a bit of blood. With a dead-fish eyes that seem have no life in them, colored crimson, truly like a dead-fish. Dressed in a dirtied plain blue yukata, in the same states as his hair.
What the young child seems to be doing now is plainly eating a dirtied onigiri he scavenged from the corpses surrounding him. And the deed he's doing right now, is what earned him the name Corpse Eating Demon. It is unknown whether the corpses are killed from the war, or he killed them himself.
Just to survive.
The strong lives, the weak will die.
Kill to survive.
That is his life, nothing more, nothing less.
A dull life that is hanging on a thread, just with a goal to survive. No more purpose, empty. Completely void of emotion. Perhaps, this is the reason his eyes are resembled those of a dead-fish.
In another world, a man approached him.
But in this world, in this timeline, the man was still far away from The Corpse Eating Demon.
3 bizarre looking Amantos are behind him, ready skewered him with their blades at the ready.
As all three struck their blade down, a straight vertical blood sprayed, courtesy of the slashed abdomen of the Amantos.
All backed away from the kid, all held a hand in the abdomen, to lessen the bleeding. And what The Corpse Eating Demon do?
Stare at them, with that dead-fish eyes of his, with no interest what-so ever. Still munching and eating that same onigiri.
One of the Amantos gritted his teeth. "Damn good-for-nothing human!"
The child narrowed his eyes, for a while glinting maliciously, unsheathed his sword.
And in a second, the Amanto's head is gone, flying with blood spraying.
The other two looked at the scenes with widened, fearful eyes. "Y-you… you are no human!" Braving themselves, each moved to strike down the human. "You're a fucking demon!"
A way-ward strike dodged by ducking, and the next strike by rolling to the side. Seeing their strikes missed, they re-engaged to strike their target again.
A strike from the huge than his counterpart Amanto, was parried with skill –read: instinct-. After said parry, the human immediately tried to strike down his target permanently to his death but was blocked by the partner of said target.
With his sword blocked, he used his small right leg to send a gut-wrenching kick to the target who avoided his inevitable death a few distances away, skittering all the way before stopping.
One-on-one, kicking his opponent's leg to knock their balance off, which worked, the Amanto immediately on one knee, the kick was powerful that he felt his knee joint dislocated.
In a bowing kind of position, The Corpse Eating Demon took his chance and beheaded him with one clean strike, with his jagged katana.
Seeing his target finally dead, he moved slowly, like Death approaching his target to claim the soul. The Amanto seeing the demon in front of him, pleaded for his life. "P-please, spare me! I will give you anything you want! I swear, j-just please let me l-!" Whatever words that were he about to spoke was cut off, no puns intended, courtesy of a stab to his throat. The Corpse Eating Demon pulled out his sword from the throat of the Amanto, then slashed said throat without mercy, painting his yukata redder than before.
Then suddenly, without explanation, a bright light engulfed him, surprising him.
And just like that he's gone, gone in time for one Yoshida Shouyou to be wide-eyed at the predicament.
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In a green emerald forest, a man was walking through the forest. He has graying black, spiky hair, dull red eyes, and slight stubble along his jawline. With a red, tattered cloak, he wears a gray dress shirt with a long tail, black dress pants, and black dress shoes.
On his right index finger is a ring, with his right ring finger having two more rings on it. He wore a necklace with a crooked-cross shaped pendant.
A dusty old crow, went by the name of Qrow Branwen. A graduated Hunstman-In-Training from Beacon about… a decade already?
He ventured his way through the forest, a flask in his right hand. As he keeps walking through the forest, a bright blue light, as if an Angel is landing, appeared. And just like how fast it appeared, it then disappeared.
Qrow stared at the strange event that he witnessed with a blank dead-panned stare. "The fuck's that shit…?" he rubbed the back of his head in annoyance. "I ain't obviously drunk enough that I have seen a strange shit happening."
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Not too far from the dusty old crow, The Corpse Eating Demon appeared, laid on the ground, sleeping or unconscious, peaceful with his life. Then slowly, his eyes blinking, to open, to wake up.
And wake up he did. He surveyed his surrounding with no interest, but the interest is there along with the hint, if you can see his eyebrow raising beneath that messy perm of his.
Realization dawned upon him, as he stood up almost immediately, and blinking his eyes repeatedly. 'What happened…? Where am I? Is this Heaven or Hell?' his thoughts were of such.
A snap of a twig was heard by his sharp hearing, and he rolled to the side, dodging a lunging animal. A strange animal he might added. A black wolf, bipedal black wolf, with red gleaming eyes that said 'I want to eat you'. Silver plates kind of armor on some of its body. A very sharp set of teeth that beaten the Amantos he just slain not 10 minutes ago(1).
'Well, Hell it is then.' And with that, he sprang to action, dashing to the unsuspecting wolf. As he was close enough, he unsheathed his sword, which turn into a devastating attack that hit its target. Which died in one hit, its head flew off in the distance. Glad there's no plate on it.
More growling.
'Black blood? That's new.' Cryptic thoughts coming from a young child. But then again, ain't no normal child when he killed like it is not even a sin to begin with.
More growling, starving growling.
The perm-head surveyed his surroundings for the second time, full of black wolves. Not one, but about 6 of them. Nothing he can't handle.
Releasing a sigh, an annoyance sigh. He sprang to action, his blade already slain a vile creature that can't react in time even with its instincts. The other 5 lunged at him.
Rolling backwards, he kicked one of the most nearby wolves away, slashed at the second nearest before stabbing through its heart, which somehow his jagged katana managed to pierce through. Its body laid down, howling in agony before dispersing into black mist, which produced a raised eyebrow from the perm-head.
1 down, 5 to go.
Dodging a claw attack, which he replied in a slice on its direction of where it came from –a hand fell off on the ground-, he focused his attention on the others. The one he kicked off is approaching, the other 3 are nearby, and the last, was howling in agony of its lost hand.
One claw aimed and struck him, which he parried to the side, clawing the black wolf nearby him instead him. The dazed black wolf stood no chance as its life has ended by a strike that caught its throat like a deer in highlight.
The one he parried the claw strike received similar ending, as its body was slashed multiples before one last powerful, deep slash.
3 down, 2 to go.
Jumping in a terrifying height for someone of his build, age, and height, he struck the middle of the head of the black wolf, ending its life. Before moving on for the last target.
Dashing attack it, with the most precision that comes from a veteran fighter, which he is. After delivering the strike, both combatants were distanced from each other. And then a few seconds later, the body of the last black wolf still intact, but half of its left side was sliced of completely.
The Corpse Eating Demon sheathed his katana in a beautiful way. Or badass if you want.
'Sigh, just another day to fight for survival.'
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Alright, he is serious ain't drunk enough that he even saw a kid, who is much younger than his nieces, slain 7 Beowolves with no troubles what-so-ever. In fact, he ain't even troubled by the sight of it. His way of killing is precise, his swordsmanship is hectic, almost like those of a demon.
'Instincts… he fought just with his instincts! No form, no style, only a blade and instincts for him!' Qrow widened his eyes after realized of how the child fighting style can be so hectic, dangerous, wild. 'Wait… is that.. what is that?' he wondered, as he saw the child or kid, eating a dirtied rice thingy shaped like a triangle. The perm-head swallowed it in one whole. "Well, time to approach him."
As Qrow took a step forward, he widened his eyes and immediately blocked the attack that came from the kid he just observed.
'His instincts tell him of the danger I possess! Hence this action!'
Qrow let down his guard a bit, and saw the blade –jagged katana, he corrected himself- swung to strike him. Activating his Aura, he let it hit him.
And it was a very bad mistake, if the wide eye wasn't any indication.
Why was that?
Because his abdomen was sliced cleanly, with the spraying the kid's clothing.
Qrow kicked him away, though the target blocked with his sword, he's still sent flying. The crow having no choice have to knock the kid out of consciousness. Being serious, he activated the second form of his weapon. Which turned his sword, into a deadly scythe.
The kid, who was groaning from the pain, narrowed his eyes at the transformation. He stood up and immediately back on the offensive again. He kept forcing his target to block and be on the defensive. His attacks relentless, giving no chance to rest, not even, a single moment! He spun his body and elbowed Qrow's ribs which was blocked, but then used the momentum to sent another damage to Qrow's chest but hit a hand.
Qrow took his chance gratefully, with his bleeding right hand, he grabbed a fistful of silvery-grey hair, and slammed it down on the ground, HARD. He swore he heard the kid's skull cracked.
Surprisingly, the kid's still conscious, so seeing another choice, he lifted him up by grabbing his hair, and then sent a gut-wrenching Aura'ed punch to the face.
And yes, the kid did went unconscious, this time.
Qrow took a moment to take a breath. Then sighed a relief sigh.
"Must be hell of a childhood to fight like a man who wants to survive." Qrow observed the young man sadly with sympathetic eyes. But then, he realized he was still bleeding, his hands and abdomen. "Ah shit, how the fuck should I explain to Oz?"
THE END
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