The Freelance Alchemist
Chapter 1: Assault
February fifth, 1921, 6:45 p.m.
"Mr. Alchemist, could you fix it, please?" the little boy stared pleadingly.
Fido Antonio scratched his head while he examined the fragment of a broken vase, the tiniest of which had the size of an ant. "Are you sure you have collected all the fragments? They are pretty easy to miss," Antonio told the boy.
The boy nodded firmly.
"Well, if you say so." Antonio pulled out a white sheet out of his bag. On the sheet was an already drawn transmutation circle, one that was designed for fixing potteries. He laid the transmutation circle on the ground, and then the vase fragments on top of it, making sure they all fitted nicely.
Antonio activated the transmutation circle. Blue electric sparks dance around. The fragment slowly connected to each other until they formed a complete vase. Finally, the cracks were sealed up and the vase was as good as new.
"Thanks, mister," the little boy received his vase and gave Antonio 50 cens in return. Antonio watched the boy running away, hoping he would not drop the vase again. He looked at his pocket watch; it was almost seven o'clock.
Well, let's call it a day. He collected his transmutation circle and his bag and then headed home.
RATATATATATATATATATAT!
Gunshots blazed across the Central street. There were screams out of pain and fear. What the hell? Antonio thought. He spun around and saw a group of gunmen shooting at unsuspecting bystanders, men, women, and children alike. "Damn it!"
The alchemist rushed forward. He pulled out another transmutation circle, the one that transmutes concrete, and dropped it on the ground. With a flash of blue sparks, a concrete wall rose from the ground, at the expense of all the concrete nearby. The 10-inch thick wall provided a shield against the bullets, although he still had to consistently repair it.
"Quick, this way!" he called the bystanders, and they ran behind the shield, safe from the gunmen.
BAM! BAM!
The gunmen pulled out hand grenades and threw them at Antonio's shield. The blast crumbled the concrete; it was collapsing too quickly to repair.
Suddenly, a zap of electric hit one of the gunmen. His muscles shook violently; all his hair was burned out; his eyes rolled upward. He collapsed on the ground, dead.
The other goons looked behind them to see their attacker. Facing them was a 16-year old girl, in military uniform.
Author's notes: this is the first time I publish any fiction, so I need a hell lot of feedback here. I am trying to stick as closely as the alchemy in the manga and its canon as closely as possible (with a noncanon side story of an OC, that is)
Hope you like my OC