Author's Note: Daisuke Haoru here! I feel I had to do this so I am rewriting this story for everyone. I felt there were some parts hat people may have gotten lost with, so I have decided to rewrite the story, as I hope this will be more successful later on. I felt the story was sloppy, but at that time I just begun, so I hope everyone who reads this story will like it. And yes, I will get a little graphic in this story, so if you don't like the story, you don't have to read it, but I hope my efforts will have you, the readers, enjoy this story. So please do leave your comments, reviews, opinions, etc.

Prologue – The Warrior with the Steel Paddle

Rumors are told about a warrior who came from another world. This warrior wielded a steel paddle almost as big as himself. Though his real name is Angelo, this young man is Leonsritt. A 19-year-old, this young warrior had come from the 21st century. He had been living a normal life, just like everyone else, until one day...

Angelo walked down the street, just a few blocks away from his home. "Ugh, another rejection. I can't believe I'm such a damn loser..." he said. He though about the little event that happened a few minutes ago, "I like someone else, she says..." He kept walking until he felt drops of water fall on him. "Just my damn luck, now it's about to rain," he said until he felt someone grab his jacket from his shoulder. He felt the ground and saw two thugs holding him down. He managed to kick one of them off and the other thug punched him in his face and gut, knocking him down. They pushed him to a puddle of water, as rain kept falling. He saw the two run away with his school bag. He struggled to stand up and coughed up blood. "Really... and my money was in there too... Screw this..." he shouted and he began to run, chasing them down, he managed to reach them but the two jumped a high fence. Angelo fell and struggled to get up. "Damn it!" he shouted. He looked around and noticed he was two houses away from his own. He walked into his house and rested. "Crap... I lost some of my money" he said. He walked into his room, going to his bed. He lied down and turned to look at a weapon he crafted, a replica of the Steel Paddle from his favorite fighting game, Soul Calibur. "If only I had this with me, then they wouldn't have gotten away..." he said. He sat up, with pain on his gut and grabbed his controller, ready to play the game. He kept playing and his next opponent was Cassandra. He looked at the girl and then turned to a statue of her. "Man, if only you were real..." he said. He turned back to the screen and played, and he felt tired. He looked at the screen and played, but his eyes closed.

He opened his eyes and he was still looking at the screen, but the game froze. He stood up and walked to the system only to feel pulled away from it. He quickly reacted and reached his weapon. He turned with weapon in hand and no one was found. He suddenly felt as though he were falling. He felt everything going away, saw everything fade to black, and lost consciousness. As he awoke, he found out he wasn't in his room anymore, but in a forest. Confused, he rose from the floor, looking around, seeing nothing but trees. Shaking the dirt off , he realized his clothes had changed. His jacket was now sleeveless and adorned with leather straps as were his cargo pants. A red bangle now dangled from his left wrist as well. His shirt had lengthwise zippers on the sleeves, as did his pants. Picking up his steel paddle, he heard noises coming towards him. "What the..." he said and gripped his blade, "I hope what I practiced everyday is worth doing." He stood weapon in hand, ready. He saw a band of thieves fast approaching. They stopped in front of Angelo setting aside their bags of ill gotten items. They took out their knives ready to take him down. "Hand over the items. Now!" shouted Angelo. "Like we'll listen to a kid like you!" said one of the thieves, swinging his knife in a threatening manner. "You asked for it!" Lunging towards his enemies a fierce battle commenced. The thieves dashed at Angelo and with one swing of the steel paddle, he caught one of the thieves. "Take this!" shouted Angelo and threw the thief onto another one. The two thieves were sent far off. "How'd he do that?" asked one of the other thieves, "he's just a damn kid!" Angelo swung his blade again and knocked another one of them down. He felt an evil sense of destruction with every swing of his sword, though he didn't mind it. And as he took them down, they retreated, leaving the items behind. The leader of the thieves had stood there, awestruck, after watching this young man's skill. Pointing his steel paddle towards him, Angelo glared at the remaining thief. "Give up, unless you want something else taken from you..." "H-here, just leave us alone!" whimpered the thief. "You've been warned. If I see you again, you won't get a second chance from me." he said and the thief darted away. Angelo gathered the stolen items. "Well, that was great," he said, "I never thought I'd pull something off li- AUGH!" Suddenly he started feeling a stabbing pain in his arm. He grimaced and grasped his right arm. A burning sensation had overcome him and a menacing purple glow was emanating from his right arm. Weakened by this strange force he collapsed. The pain suddenly stopped, and he slowly rose to his feet. "What the hell? Ugh! Whatever that was, it's not good." The pain quickly went away and he walked to the bags. "Those thieves came from over there, so where they came from isn't far," said Angelo, looking at the direction of where they thieves came from. Setting his steel paddle on his back, he carried the items

He soon arrived at a small village. He had noticed some of the houses looked very different from what he expected. He noticed people seemed to be dressed differently as well. Angelo stopped in the middle of a street, as the people turned to look at him. "Are those our belongings?" Someone had asked in the crowd that began surrounding Angelo. "I suppose this village had items stolen," said Angelo. Most of the villagers noticed the bags of the stolen items and rejoiced. All the villagers thanked Angelo for recovering their items. He was rewarded with some gold coins. To show their gratitude, everyone agreed to prepare a feast for Angelo. Though he was now resting, the pain in his arm was still his main concern. "What was it that made my arm hurt...?" Thinking heavily about this, his concentration was broken by one of the villagers. "Honored guest, your feast is ready," said the villager. He walked towards the area where torches were lighting the area. He looked and saw the table with food all over it. "Just watching all of that food just makes me hungrier," he said. Angelo proceeded towards the table and sat down. The village chief then called him over. "Young and noble warrior, I thank you on behalf of the village for recovering our most valued possessions." said the village chief, smiling. "If I wasn't there, then none of your items would be here." he said, chuckling. The village chief observed the clothing Angelo was wearing. "Are you by any chance traveling?" he asked. "What makes you say that?" asked Angelo. "The clothing you wear... it tells that you're not from here." said the village chief. That's right, these aren't even my clothes, thought Angelo, "well, yes, I am traveling." "As a sign of gratitude, you can stay and rest here anytime." said the chief, smiling. "I really cannot thank you enough for this, sir." said Angelo, bowing at the chief. "The village's blacksmith will repair your blade tonight." he said, and the blacksmith walked to Angelo. "That's okay with me," said Angelo, as he handed the steel paddle to the blacksmith.

The feast ended and everyone went back to their huts, but Angelo still felt uneasy about his arm pain and the energy he had felt during that time. He went into a small vacant hut and sat on the bed. One of the village women had seen him awake. She walked up to him. "Are you feeling alright?" asked the woman. "I guess. May I ask, what are you doing here?" The woman had sat down in front of him. "Do you mind if I come in?" she asked. Angelo nodded no and she walked in. Wow, she's pretty, he thought. "I saw what happened in the forest." she said. "Heh, those thieves, they were nothing." he said, chuckling. "But do you wonder about your arm?" she asked, and Angelo sat silent. "How do you know?" he asked nervously. "I saw the glow from your arm..." she said, "may I see you arm?" Angelo lifted the sleeve and the young woman felt his arm, as she felt some sort of feeling from it. "I feared it would be it," she said. Angelo wanted to know what was going on with his arm. "There is a legend about this known as Soul Edge..." she began. "Soul Edge?" Angelo asked. No way... I can't be here... he thought. He realized where he ended up, but he decided to hear the story out to make sure. He pretended he didn't know. "Yes, you have a shard of Soul Edge in your arm," she said, feeling the area where Angelo began to feel slight pain. "But how did this happen?" he asked. "A warrior like you had obtained it somehow..." she said. "Huh, and the only way to remove it is the influence of Soul Calibur..." he said, almost letting it slip out. "Have you heard about the legend of the Sacred and Evil Swords?" she asked. "Yeah, I have." he said nodding. Telling the woman this, he now realized where he was now... in the world of Soul Calibur... In order to keep lying to this woman, he acted dumbstruck. "But you are not a traveler, are you...?" she said, with her tone of voice changing. "What do you know about me?" he asked. "Do not worry, your secret is well safe with me." she said, letting go of his arm. "Alright, but apparently I ended up here. I don't know how or why. I just did." he said looking out at the window. "I know the only way to get you back to where you belong." she said. "Tell me... How?" he asked as he stood up. "The warrior who wields Soul Calibur and the alchemist. Find them..." she said. She must be talking about Siegfried and Ivy, he thought. "Now get some rest for tomorrow morning..." she said as she stood up. "Before you go..." he began as the young woman stopped. "Yes?" she asked as she turned to him. "Thanks for keeping my secret and helping me with this." he said as he bowed to her. "That's alright." As the woman left, he still had an uneasy feeling about the Soul Edge shard in his arm. "What the hell? How'd I end up here? I really need to get home!" he began to freak out. He stopped and took deep breaths. "Okay, so I'm here. The lady said I need to look for Ivy and Siegfried," he whispered, "they're my ticket out of here, but what the hell is with the shard in my arm..." He lifted his sleeve and noticed a tiny diamond-shaped mark. "Okay so I get to look for those two, and then, I'm back home," he said as he looked out the window, "I know it won't be easy but I need to get home." With a journey to accomplish, he had now fallen asleep.

The next morning, everyone had greeted Angelo with a warm morning. As the blacksmith handed him his steel paddle, Angelo now felt prepared for the journey that awaited him. And as everyone looked on, the village chief approached him... "Noble warrior, we hope all goes well on your travels." said the village chief. "Thank you, sir," said Angelo, smiling. The same woman who approached him at night walked up to him again. "Before you go, take this," she said and handed him a small box, with a scent of delicious food coming from it. "Thanks," he said and the young woman smiled. "If you're heading for the city I suggest you take the path heading north. You'll arrive in Greece." said the village chief as he turned to the path. "Thank you once again," said Angelo, "I will see you all again someday." Facing north, Angelo began walking but was stopped by the village chief once again. "Noble warrior, what is your name?" he asked. "My name?" Angelo stared ahead into the distance. They shared a long silence. Then with his weapon firmly in hand, he raised it into the air.

"My name... Is Leonsritt... Leonsritt, the warrior with the steel paddle"

Angelo, now Leonsritt, set his sword on his back and departed for Greece, where a journey full of comrades and enemies awaited him...

End Note: Well, this is the end to the rewritten prologue. Like I said, I feel as if the story needed detail but it's the best as I can do to rewriting it. I do not own anything related to Soul Calibur, BANDAI NAMCO or other things. See you guys in the next chapter! Daisuke Haoru out!