My first fanfic :)
It was a beautiful sunrise on planet Reach unbeknownst to the Spartans of Noble team their planet will get it's ass glassed off...wait this is a Pokemon Fanfiction Reach can get glassed on its own time...
Chapter 1 Prologue
Sword, hatchet, and a beaked hoodie.
Ash: 6
It was almost sundown in the Pokemon world as we join our young hero to be . Ash Ketchum lives with his father and mother Silver and Delia Ketchum in a small house in pallet town. Ash is currently taking a "stroll run jogging thing" as the 6 year old boy would like to call it.
"Uu-umm hey misty." The boy stuttered to his lifelong crush Misty Waterflower.
"Hey Ash" She replied to the young boy with absolutely NO hint of hidden feelings at all.
"Hey Gary we still going to the fishing with your Grandpa today" Misty said quickly changing her attention to a 8 year old Gary Oak.
"Sure Misty, Gramps got all the equipment we can head out in 5 minutes or so" Ash's rival replied.
"Sup Ash" Gary said to his rival with a tint of mockery in his voice.
Although Ash will be or is be so yes no maybe so, dense to all hints towards him he had grown to read his enemies VERY easily. A skill that is that will benefit him in his latter life but for now he just stood their sending signals of anger and spite towards Gary. Gary and the oblivious Misty walked off past Ash. Just is Gary reached Ash he gave the raven haired boy a wink and his signature grin. Ash "suddenly" and "spontaneously" losing his urge to "stroll run jogging thing" as he liked to call it sulked off towards home.
When Ash came into eyesight of his house the young boy noticed the basement latch next to his house was open .It was NEVER open a curious Ash walked down the stairs leading to the basement. Upon reaching that base level he say his father sitting on a chair somewhat staring at a peace of intricate clothing. It was basically a very light hooded sweatshirt were the rim of the hood was formed a beaked shape a Braviary or Pidgeot was a clear theme.
My dad…admiring… clothing?!. Ash thought.
But the clothing was not what intrigued him the most, it was the bladed weapons that surrounded the hoodie. From where he was he could clearly see a midsize hatchet were a blood drop was cut out from the metal with the rim and empty air between is the only metal on the entire weapon. The boy also saw a short sword sheath right next to It, the sword was at least 3-4 ft. long. The bewildered young boy just stood their staring with awe and a tad of fear.
"First time in your life you're in the basement you just stand there gawking?" Silver Ketchum said looking at his son. Coughing a rather nasty cough afterwards
"Well dad you have never shown ANY interest towards clothing and you hate any weapons of any kinds you refuse to cook with even the kitchen knife while cooking just you and the plastic knife tediously cooking dinner while mom and I sit there in torment" .Ash answered with a sarcastic tone at the end
"Son I have acquired many secrets throughout my life this is the tip of the iceberg Ash" His father said coughing again.
"And I'll leave it at that when you become of age son you will unravel the mystery of what is my life and what will be of yours." Silver concluded
"Uugh...what?" Ash asked clearly confused.
"I can never be cryptic with you can I *sigh* when your older son I promise you" Silver coughed
"Bu-"
"Ash, sweetheart dinnertime" A Delia Ketchum shouted interrupting Ash.
"Be right there honey" Silver shouted
Silver got up and closed the wardrobe with the outfit inside locking it and tapping what seems to ash like Morse code in the bricks to the left of the wardrobe. *- - * - * * * - * * * * * * * * - - * * * - * - - * * - - - - * the center of each brick was a combination of lines and dots they were ordered in a horizontal fashion representing a Morse code alphabet to a trained eye.
"When you are ready you know what to do" Silver winked at his son throwing the key.
"Okay Dad I'll play along" The boy said with his signature grin.
After dinner Ash lays awake in bed pondering a question that will plague him until the day it's answered. What can I possible do with such clothing and weapon I can never ever hurt anybody. Ash thought.
Meanwhile at the justice league of America…wait it is still Pokemon narrator. Meanwhile at the secret wardrobe of downstairs .Much better thanks mate.
The short sword or Ninjaken lay there unsheathed awaiting the day a new master will wield it running down the flat side of the blade for a couple seconds ancient runes engraved in the blade gave of a powerfull green blue glow, "Nol Bormah Gein kul Fod Tiid Draals fah Gein Faasnu kendov Aal Ney Se Bormah kul Ofan Fus Do Suleyk Ahrk Ofan Faas Wah Hokoron"."From father to son when time prays for one fearless warrior may both blade of father son give unrelenting power and instill fear to all opponents".
Well then please review and constructive feedback the dragon language was a bitch to translate so Silver is an Assassin what an interesting turn of events.