Side Note: This Story is Fantasy-Fiction, just so I can have some more fun with the battle scenes a combination of bleach because of the sword play and amazing power battles and Afro Samurai because of the revenge and carnage. Also I apologise if this appears to be a bad story as this is my first real story
Prologue
Our story follows the path of blood and revenge, murder and chaos as a lone Samurai makes a legend for himself. But first we must go back to a time here he was once at peace, where he lived for only one thing his wife he would call Butterfly.
The date and time are unknown but day as always been sketched into the back of his head, it was a calm breezy night there were few clouds which allowed the moon to shine brightly though out the nights sky. The Samurai was in the houses pray room his wife who had long black silk hair and grey cat like eyes was so beautiful that she was the envy of all the women of Japan even more beautiful than the emperor's daughters who were said to be as beautiful as the goddess themselves, was sitting peacefully in the garden admiring the scene as the moon reflected itself in the koi pond, she sat there with the most beautiful smile ever the Samurai still praying as he always did suddenly he could hear a scream. Before he could get to the sound he saw a group of swordsmen unfamiliar to him before he could rush to his Butterfly's side and save her he watched as they cut her throat he rushed to her side the floor covered in a pool of blood unable to save her, his eyes changing to a murderous rage as he rushed in to the house grabbing his sword and then leaping over the wall with a single jump which he didn't realise he had done yet following the footprints left by the group of swordsmen to a small bandit camp in a nearby forest unbeknown to the Samurai that they we're all highly skilled hired rōnin warriors who were originally hired to kill the Samurai and anyone related to him, the Samurai stopped staring at everyone his hand grasped so tightly around his swords scabbard that it was actually bleeding, the blood dripped from his hand hitting the floor as it absorbed into the soil, the Samurai screamed as all the camps heads turned towards him knowing exactly who he was and what they had done they all rushed for there weapons once they were all ready there must have been at least fifteen of them possibly more who were hiding in the forest surrounding the camp.
The Samurai took a grasp of the handle of his sword as a wooden Butterfly charm swung gently side to side from his grasp removing the sword from its scabbard still holding the scabbard in his other hand the blood still dripping from it, the rage that filled his eyes earlier began to seep out from his body as a heavy force was pushing on everyone around him unaware of this himself, suddenly the force stopped a the soil around him began to push away from his feet small piece of soil slowly lifted from beneath him, the swordsmen surrounding him all removed there swords from their scabbards holding the handles with both hands tightly gripped readying themselves to fight him. The Samurai only moved his foot slightly as five of the swordsmen charged at him all swinging there swords only seconds after each other, the first swinging vertically down, the second one swinging horizontally across, the third swinging diagonally across the Samurai, the forth lunging at him and finally the fifth swordsman jumping at him slashing vertically down followed by a horizontal slash. The Samurai twisted the hand grasped with the sword defended by using the tip of his sword to push against the first attack, followed by using the scabbard of his sword to counter attack reverse gripping the scabbard and connecting with the temple of the first attack while blocking the second attack fully with his blade pushing it away while narrowly dodging the third attack, counter attacking the forth by slashing diagonally against his sword pushing away while using the scabbard to deflect the first attack from the final attack only slightly as the sword cut through the scabbard making it into a weapon itself the Samurai then pulled away enough to dodge the final horizontal attack as it cut though the Samurai's robe all without moving from the same spot.
The Samurai looked at them all moving his head slightly side to side once before twisting his hand bring the sword vertically upwards at the swordsman in front of him slicing him perfectly in half thrusting the scabbard, which had become a weapon itself to his left piercing the heart of the swordsman releasing his grip of his scabbard taking a firm grasp of his sword swinging it horizontally at the swordsman on his right removing his head in one fell swoop, the swordsman's head rolled from his neck as the blood spurted into the air the head bounced as it hit the floor, the other two swordsmen slowly stepping back, the Samurai lunged at one of the swordsman who tried to counter-attack but the Samurai's attack was so full of rage that his blade had become so shape from his focus and determination slicing through the swordsman's sword as if it was nothing but a toy cutting vertically down the swordsman's face before stumbling back & collapsing, the Samurai then turned and stared at the final swordsman which attacked him in the small group the other swordsmen watching out of shock he slowly walked towards the firth swordsman dragging the tip of his blade against the soil cutting though it, the swordsman still backing away, suddenly the Samurai charged at him brining his blade up swiftly slicing through the swordsman's left forearm and back down slicing though the swordsman's right shoulder removing it clean from the joint the swordsman screaming in pain and terror. "Now how do you think my precious Butterfly felt when you took her from me, for that I shall make you all pay for this crime" the Samurai said his eye changed once more and the heavy force fell across the camp the Samurai unaffected and unaware of what he was doing suddenly the Samurai's eyes went blank muttering to himself "Musō Tensei" before going into assort of berserk state the Samurai rushed all of the remaining swordsmen throwing his sword spinning into the air, before vanishing at amazing speed that he became invisible only for a moment before reappearing and grasping his falling sword the wooden Butterfly charm swinging gentle side to side as if nothing has nothing had happened. The Samurai grasping his sword tightly in hand snapping out of his berserk phase walked towards the armless swordsman still surrounded by the remaining swordsmen, "Who hired you?" the Samurai asked, "I don't know we're just following orders" the swordsman replied, "ok then before you die, who is you leader?" the Samurai asked him, "his name is Z, he will kill you if you go after him, but you have to escape the rest of us first" the swordsman replied. "That shouldn't be a problem I'll kill you all" the Samurai said unaware of his last attack, the Samurai attacked diagonally slicing perfectly through him as if he were a piece of paper then turning around seeing the remaining swordsmen the Samurai twisted his hand slightly the edge of the blood drenched sword facing the enemy readying himself, but before his eyes each swordsman began to suddenly spurt blood from all over there bodies and slowly fall apart some what surprised by what had just suddenly occurred what shocked him even more than that was the appearance of a white glowing Butterfly appeared out of no where landing on the tip of the Samurai's blade, the Samurai knowing what the symbol was, that this beautiful white Butterfly was in fact the spiritual representation of his wife, he stared at the Butterfly for a moment before noticing the blood from his sword was all moving to a single point of his sword exactly where the Butterfly was positioned turning from a magnificent white to a blood soaked red Butterfly as it rested on the sword absorbing blood from the sword as if protecting the sword acting as a sign that there was still much work to be done. Suddenly the Butterfly vanished the Samurai went to chase after it but could not as it vanished before his eyes all the Samurai could do was wait until the next time he would have the chance to be with his Butterfly , suddenly he fell to his knees his sword fell from his grasp the blood still dripping from his hand which he had injured before the fight from grasping his scabbard so tightly, surrounding by the blood and bodies of his enemies the soil drenched soil made it look like a scene from some ones worst nightmare he lent forward his head resting against the soil as tears slowly feel down his cheeks and then onto the soil, he gathered himself picking himself up to his feet knowing what he must do from this point on he headed back home to ready himself for his endless journey for vengeance.
End Notes:
I hope I get at least one good review I know it doesn't have any true depth but as the person I'm competing against I'm more interested in the action scenes, also the Musō Tensei is originally an attack from Fist of the North Star, also the final attack was described by a friend.