Ever thought about school, boring and needs something a bit….interesting? Ever thought of yourself as a….unique person. Ever wanted to be a Death Hunter? Well, this maybe a school for you! This story is about peoplethat have a life of the supernatural. Will you read, will you want to become one? Well…..It depends if you reading! Enjoy- BAPK
~Hey, my name is Kenseki, Jido nicknamed the hidden blade hunter. And yes, I'm a supernatural human. But I'm not the only one…~
~School grounds; Behind school~
A Boy, dressed with the usual Zetsumei Ryoushi Acadamy uniform, summoned a Broadsword out of his hand. He then glared at a boulder that was in front of him, with a intent in slicing it in two. He dashed forward in a mid-fast speed and attempt to slice the huge boulder in an angled slice. "What the hell are you doing?" says a boy that came behind the other boy sighing. The boy successfully sliced the boulder then turned around to see who is taking to him.
"What? School is boring as hell! Need something?" The boy's name was Tamaga, Sangoku, nicknamed the Sword Philosopher. He was called that as he was known to summon sword duplicates as it was the real sword itself. But he can only summon it by knowing the sword itself including feel to it.
The other boy was none other than Kenseki, Jido, Titled Hidden Blade Hunter. He was called that as was born from the metal bloodline, people that has this, could summon weapons from their bodies without harming them and also could be traps themselves. His specialty was using hidden blades to attack them without noticing.
"Wanna play hunters?" Sangoku asked, hunters is game that most supernaturals play as it was common. The game is simply as group game that requires at least four people. It is simply last man standing game that one team or the last person in the team alive wins the game.
"No." Jido replied.
"Why Not?" Sangoku shouted
"You Know the damn rules!" Jido replied angrily
"How bout if we play as well?" he asked a boy that walked towards them with a girl beside him. The boy was Sikihama, Tokugawa, titled The Hand of Gods. He was nicknamed that because of his arm that is covered with symbols that are unknown to even learn. But somehow, he can understand it. The symbols are in fused with many of the greek gods, titans, and others as well as giving him the strength and power as them. He usually wears a emotion cap that tells the person emotion by the face in front of the top hat which makes the cap alive. If you want to know what it looks like, imagine Santa's hat. There you go.
The girl was Nagashi, Shina, titled Prodigy Archer. She has more of her father side than her mom. She uses a crossbow more than a bow and arrow, but her accuracy and precision is god like. She can shoot anything; it will hit that target right on spot. The only reason she could not get her kill if it would be deflected. She has a burn scar to her nose down to her cheeks because of the wat last year. She had acid go down from her nose to cheek by a acid user, the rare of the elemental users.
The two boys sat on their knees as they was about to discuss about the rules to Tokugawa and Shina.
"Tag Team, me and Shina versus you and Sangoku." Tokugawa said
"Standard Rules only. Only strays allowed" Jido added.
"Why are you guys sitting down?" Shina asked
Sangoku pointed at Shina, "Hah! You can't use cereberus! What are ya gonna do now!" he said ignoring her question.
Shina glared at him with a evil intent, intending to kill him right there and know.
"I should really shut the fuck up." he said underneath his breath.
~The school's Auditorium~
"And now the final four freshman that will be attending Zetsumei Ryoushi! "Hercules" Shikihama Nashiki, "Gunslinger" Tamaga Yatsu, "Modern Assassin" Tamaga Gou, and last but not least "The Phenomenon" Kensiki Tai-Sing! Welcome and have a nice year in Zetsumei Ryoushi Acadamy. Good luck!" said the announcer.
The remaning four went down the stage and joined the other freshman that will be attending the school. The four looked at each other, then went separate ways. One of the four, Kensiki Tai-Sing went in the school to take a nice view. Tai-Sing was sort of a psychic, which was more into his mother side of the family, so he can able to see into people minds wtih or without permission. He haven't able to perfect it, which he automatically listen to people thoughts when it directly talking about him.
As he was walking down a hallway, he encountered a thought from someone else. ~I wonder if we could be friends.~
Tai-Sing sighed as he glanced back, "Well sure we can, Tamaga Yatsu." he said seeing a girl that at a corner behind him, peeping her head out.
The girl froze in place, then place her head in to avoid looking at him as he could see her. She sighed and walked out of the corner. "Well, i guess i can't hide for ever, but what do mean by "Sure we can?"" she said raising a brow.
Tai-Sing turned around towards the girl and walked towards her. "Well, you did said if you wanted to be my friend and we are the only people here." he replied.
She froze with a slight pink on her face then sighed out of the embarrassment, "I said it out loud didn't I?" she asked
"Actually, I read your mind.." he replied
"Read my mind? What the hell!" she shouted angrily
"Well I didn't do it on purpose. It happens when someone talks about me. I swear, i swear!" he said as he was a bit nervous. Knowing her mother and what she could do when she's mad, It may result with the same thing with the daughter.
As she was still angry, she raised a brow still feeling uncomfortable that a boy can read her thoughts that could be private if near her. Privacy my ass. she thought
Feeling the situation starting to get bad, he stuck out his hand. "Friends?" he asked.
Yatsu still glare at him, then sighed. Instead of taking his hand and shook it, she quickly took out a pistol, twirled it, and put it above Tai-Sing's hand and aimed at his forehead. Tai-Sing widened his eyes as Yatsu did a evil smile and she pulled the trigger.
~Before we go into the next chapter, It would be best to tell you the history of the game of "Hunters"
It all started far back into time when people died and relived with special abilities and immortality. Four people played a death game to play with their own lives as they cannot die. As continued making things fun for them, they made series of other games. Four became eight, then became twelve. And as more and more of them came to develop, they were more than a group, it was more of a new race. As the game "Hunters" was played numerous of times, it started to become a cultural thing. Then it became history. The rest of that history...well, you have to tune in to find out! You probably wondering what everybody that sees us call us. Well...they just call us Death Hunters.
This is Jido, signing off!~