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{Name} Taberu
{Sex} Male
{Race} Spirit Weapon
{Age} 18
{Faction} Issei Hyoudou
{Description}
Taberu is a Weapon of Japanese descent. He prefer's to stay inside his weapon form, and is currently bounded to Issei Hyoudou. He is technically a Sacred Gear.
{Appearance}
Taberu has the appearance of a lanky teenager with black hair, gray eyes, and pale skin. He is always seen wearing gray samurai armor, a black full-body suit, with a mask covering his lower face, and wears a bamboo hat, obscuring his upper face.
{Skills}
[Mind Keeper] Taberu can negate any negative mental effects on both of their minds. He can also block off certain thoughts.
[Pole Arm Mastery] Taberu is a master of Pole Arm's, as he is a Naginata himself. He can 'move' in his weapon form, somewhat similar to telekinesis.
[Spirit Weapon] In his weapon form, Taberu is unbreakable.
[Easy Access] Taberu can transform into a pocket-watch for easier access.
{Abilities}
[Backlash] Taberu can cause harm to his wielder.
[Manifest] Taberu can conjure himself from his weapon, appearing as a phantom of sorts.
[Sixth Sense] The Ability to sense if someone is watching him, or his wielder.
[Consume] The Ability to absorb, devour, eat anything.
{Stats}
[Durability] 100/100
[Mana] 100/100
[Strength] 10
[Defence] 10
[Sharpness] 10
[Storage] 0/50
[Money] $0
[Points] 0
[Experience] 1 0/100
[Prologue]
Hello there. My name is Taberu, and I am a weapon. I was created by an elderly blacksmith who after creating me passed. I was left on the anvil where I was made for the next couple years. Thankfully after trying to do something, a year after I was 'born' I found I could manifest myself into the world. Of course over the years I had self-taught myself, or I wouldn't know what I was saying right now.
I learned, as I read through a journal, that I was created by a Spirit-Smith, a sort of blacksmith who creates magical weapons using a mixture of soul essences, and Runes. I would later learn that he was the last Spirit-Smith in existence, me being his last creation, as well as his greatest masterpiece. I was the combination of a simple Naginata, a whole soul, Ashes from Ashes, and a fragment of Pestilence itself.
As I read through the journal, just about finishing it, I heard a thump. I instantly returned to my physical body, the weapon, and waited. By the way, inside the weapon is a massive library, that seems to stretch on forever, with many floors, so many I couldn't see any after the twelfth floor. I waited, and watched what unfolded in front of me.
A young boy, of eight years maybe, flew into the room slamming into the wall next to me. Walking in after him was a tall man, with a pair of black wings. The boy whimpered, as he tried to get up only to fail. The man muttered, before kicking him in the ribs. The boy flew for a bit, before landing next to me. I used the impact, 'move' me, making me fall next to the boy.
'Hey hey. You wanna live?' I asked the boy. He nodded pitifully. I grinned.
'Then use me. I assure you I won't attempt to rob you of your body as soon as you pick me up.' I said to him, as he grabbed onto my weapon albeit confused. I immediately took control of his body, easily destroying his resistance. Since this boys body wasn't my own, I felt no pain whatsoever. I got up, and began flexing his body. The black winged man looked on passively, as he looked at the boy in front of me.
"Hey thanks." I thanked the man with the boys voice. The man simply raised an eyebrow.
"For?" He questioned. I grinned.
"If you hadn't injured him, he would have been able to resist me." I explained. The man disappeared, before appearing once more in front of me, punching me in the gut.
"This isn't my body, so I'm immune to physical pain. Your not however." I said, before swinging my body at the man, who was not fast enough to dodge. The man had to jump back, lest my blade fully chop his arm off. Before I could follow up on my attack, I felt the boy attempt to regain control.
"W-What The-?! Your Not Supposed To Res-" I couldn't finish, before I felt control slip back to the boy. I clicked my tongue in annoyance, as the boy staggered in intense pain. The boy looked at the man enraged, blind with adrenaline however so he wasn't thinking straight. With him in that state, I couldn't take control again, so until he lets go of me, I'm stuck here.
...Might as well, look at the boys memories then. I found that I could view, take, or copy my targets memories, and store them in the books in the library. In the boys, who's name was Issei I found, early childhood he was just like an other kid, except he had a childhood friend who was a tomboy, but seemed like a boy to him. After a few years, the childhood friend Irina moved away, leaving little Issei alone.
Quite sad, though not as much as when he recently met an old man who told him of something called Oppai. I immediately took that memory, because the 'old man' looked quite suspicious... Also because it looked funny, a crowd of kids yelling Oppai to the world. I glanced back at the boy, and watched him lose horribly to the man.
The boy had accidentally separated from his parents, when they had went skiing, and met the man before them who claimed he had a Sacred Gear. Deciding to help the boy, I decided to just lighten the weight of my body, because I had it weigh about a ton. How the boy managed to sill use it was beyond me. I lessened the weight, and the scales were turned immediately. Issei's slow sloppy swings, suddenly became quick precise attacks.
He managed to slash the man's neck, making him let out a guttural cry, before falling to the ground. The boy, fell to the ground soon after, exhausted, both mentally, and physically. Not only had he just gotten control of his mind, but he also was just beaten brutally even if he had won. I sat cross-legged, my weapon manifesting, the tip touching the ground, as it perfectly balanced itself.
I sat on top of it, as the boy began materializing a few yards in front of me. The boy was lying face down, as he finished materializing. A few minutes after, the boy got up surprised, as he looked around surprised. He kept looking around, before fixing his gaze upon me. I smiled.
"Hey there." I smiled. The boy gaped, before looking at me as though he realized something.
"Your The One Who Took My Body!" He yelled pointing at me angrily. I tilted my head.
"But didn't you get it back?" I asked. The boy stopped pointing, as he thought about it.
"You Were The One Who Took It, To Begin With!" He yelled once more. Despite being about the same age, I couldn't help but grin.
"When you haven't had contact with anyone for years, then relate with me." I said calmly. The boy slowly calmed down, as he looked around.
"Your awfully calm about this. Also your talking like your much older than you seem." I said. The boy lightly blushed at the compliment, as he scratched his cheek sheepishly.
"Hehe. My parents wanted me to get into a good school, so they made me learn a lot of things." he explained. I nodded.
"I see." I responded. The boy suddenly glared at me.
"Wait! What Does Me Being Smart Have Anything To Do With The Fact You Stole My Body?!" He yelled. I crossed my arms.
"Let's make a deal." I said, smiling. The boy glared even harder.
"Hey Don't Ignore The Question!" He yelled.
"Take Me With You." I said, bringing a hand forward. The boy stared at me confused.
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"...Eh?"
So How was it?
Hope you like it.
This fanfiction is going to have a lot of shenanigans relating to Taberu, and his wielder Issei.
Mostly he's going to question a lot of things that happens... Usually.
{You Have Gained the Following}
[Exp] 80