For Readers: Hi again. MageKirby here writing Bravest Soul, a Soul Caliber Fanfiction. After a bit of thinking, I chose not to do an anime fanfic. I'm doing one of my favorite fighting games, Soul Caliber. This story is a bit of SC2 and SC3 together, so I hope you all enjoy this as well.
For Disclaimers: Hi again. Soul Caliber is not mine so don't disclaim this fanfic and get both of us in trouble.
Bravest Soul
A Soul Caliber Fanfic
Once in a Blue Sky
Introduction
The sky was blue, as blue as blue can be. The town was filled with entertaining shops. However, nothing marked the town more memorable and significant than the Seung Dojo. That day, entering the town were two travelers. Strangers, in fact, were disturbing the undisturbed town in Korea. The two in fact looked strangers to each other, dressing in totally opposite manners. One dressed in fully western fashion, one of a musketeer, or all blue. The other, armed in Japanese armor. The two seemed to have a good sense of where they were headed, or at least where they were not headed to. They stopped nowhere until the dojo was reached. The two halted at the gate and stood, staring at the wooden door.
"Link, stop fiddling with that toy and help me with these dishes." Yunsung yelled from the kitchen. The red haired swordsman was carrying a monstrous mountain of kitchen utensil, all being readied to be washed. The hylian's usual Lincoln green kokiri suit was being washed so bearing on his back was his blue zoran suit; after a long journey around the word. It wasn't something Link wasn't used to. He had done so numerously back in Hyrule. Yet, laundry and kitchen work was another force of evil that the young hero had never dealt with, until he reached Korea. Washing dishes was a dangerous sort of sport, indeed. "Alright, alright." The elf brought himself up and dropped his mystical ocarina, who had lost its power during the warp to this world from Hyrule, and headed to aid the hard working Yunsung.
As Link rushed to the kitchen, he noticed the halberdier, Mina, rushing out to get the door, the gate. It amazed him every time how she was able to move so quick and nimbly in her dress. As she disappeared out of sight out to the gates, Link reluctantly faced his share of dishes. It was a formidable foe and a necessary one to get passed lunch. Link felt the need of borrowing the power of the Triforce, yet he restrained himself form thinking so. He had work to do.
"Who's there?" Undecided on who the guests were, Mina hid her weapon behind the gate and gapped the door slightly, just enough to see the visitors. If was quite often for some random fighter to try and challenge the dojo, who always got chased away by Mina. The two looked slightly surprised, but neither by who nor how she had replied to their knocking. The two seemed to HAVE understood what Mina was saying and that surprised them both. "We…eh…are here in notification that a certain foreigner was staying at this dojo." The samurai said. "You mean besides you two? Well, I gotta say, we do have a lot of visitors around all the time." The girl smirked, almost, and slightly revealed her zanbatou. "Well, to say, this certain one concentrates attention to his ears. You see, he's not very much like you." The westerner spoke. His face was very light for someone who was dealing with some grave chatting. His chestnut brown hair was hidden beneath a blue musketeer's hat, feathered with a light blue fluff. The rest of his clothes were blue, just the same. Darker as it reached closer to the ground.
Mina, for a moment, had her face go red, and then all of a sudden, released a laugh. "I'm sure if this person is a he, then he is very different from me." Still giggling under her breath. "Then you will not have worries in us searching this place?" The musketeer demanded. "Sure, if you can earn it." See widely opened the gates and turned midway into the grand yard of the dojo. "If any of you can disarm me faster than I to you, you may get your investigation. Maybe even a confiscation." Her halberd was up, as she took her guard position. "Let me handle this." The musketeer neared Mina and drew his sword. The other just nodded and stood, relaxed. "Since this is only a disbarment tournament, I believe only one blade will be enough." The fencer took his own stance.
Instantly, Mina rushed her weapon into an easy thrust to block. A light tap on the zanbatou's blade knocked its aim of the line. Following the wooden staff of the weapon, the fencer grasped the lance with his open, right hand. The lancer quickly kicked into her opponent's chest, making him release her weapon in order to guard. "Ha, not bad for a westerner." The girl swung her weapon widely and aimed at the fencer's legs. The nimble swordsman quickly leaped over the long zanbatou and ducked at the second swing. This time, the sword wielder twisted his free arm around the zanbatou, keeping a firm grip on the enemy weapon. Then he quickly kicked the polearm near the hilt where Mina was holding the weapon. By reflex, the girl lost control of the weapon and lost it quickly to the fencer, who just tossed the weapon aside. "I win." The sword was sheathed and the fencer pressed in his feathered hat, concealing his face.
"Link, there are some-." "I know. I'll get to the spoons in just a minute." The hylian rushed his plates and headed to grab the spoons. The dishes were in a monstrous load. "No, wait, Link! We have-." "Yeah, I know. It's my turn to get the laundries out with Yunsung. We'll be there as soon as the dishes are done." Link interrupted once again. "No, not that. We have-." "Yeah, yeah. I'll get the-." Mina finally lost her patience with the boy cutting her speech every time. "Link, just shut up and listen! We got visitors for you, so get your elven butt out of the kitchen. I'll take over for today." That meant Link had to do Mina's share of chores for a week, at the least. Reluctantly, he dried his hands and rushed to the guest room.
The guest room was not much of anything. It was just a room with brighter walling and better flooring. Link quickly located the place, having lived in the building for a fair amount of time. He opened the door to the guest room and found a pair of foreigners that he had never set eyes on before. "What? Who are these people and why did Mina summon me to meet them?" "Hello…eh…um…" Link stuttered as he tried to greet them. He had just noticed Mina had even forgotten to mention their names. "Coldrol Sigsonten. I'm Coldrol Sigsonten and that will be Ewan Sigsonten, my brother." The two did resemble, sort of, that they both wore brown hair and deep blue eyes, like the ocean. Yet, after being on this world, Link knew they wore cloths of totally different cultures. Possibly, the westerner was joking. "Ah, so this is the young hylian hero?" The samurai spoke, yet he didn't look much older than Link himself.
"Excuse my rudeness but how do you know my origin, yet I know none of you?" Link was sterner in the face. "Probably because we are hylian." Ewan said as he smiled widely. By those words, Link brightened up but in moments his face gloomed once again. "How can I believe that your words are true?" Link asked. Coldrol drew out a red colored ocarina, almost like the Ocarina of Time, but red in color instead of blue. The fencer drew the note maker to his lips and tuned Saria's Song. The cheerful theme rang, resonating the whole building. That was proof enough for Link. "WHAT!?!?!" Mina and Yunsung appeared out of nowhere. Well, probably they came in through the door, but know the two, it could always have been the ceiling, or else.
