THE BOY FROM AFRICA
The following day, Tira has left the tower and traveled to find any worthy souls for Soul Edge, "Where to find some souls..." she groaned, she traveled all the way to Rouen, France, remembering of the time she battled against Rapheal. Only to see several people walking through the streets. She went past them, cursing as none of them seemed worthy, only to then sense a great presence. Running to an ally she waited for a target and noticed a cloaked figure walk to the ally and attacked him. The cloaked man jumped back dodging her attack and tripped her. Tira jumped away from his attack and jumped on a wall and jumped at him swinging the blade at him, he easily dodged and removed the cloak. She turned to him, his hair was untidy, his eyes brown, his skin brown, wearing a green training shirt, prayer beads over his neck, blue slops, shinobi tabi and black kung fu shoes, and sporting a headband. He parred her weapon with a small tanto like sword, similar to the kunoichi she once fought: Taki.
"Your not from around here are you?" she asked, "No, I am not. You damned Slaff maker." he said, Tira was confused at his wording, it was different, yet orginal. He was not from here, thats all she knew. Jumping back, Tira got ready to attack only to see him scoff. "I'll finish this quick, I don't have time to play around." with that, she swung only to see him dodge with ease and kick her in the chest a few times, jump back and hold his index finger and middle finger together in front of his face, the other fingers closed. A strange arua shrouded him and two apperitions of him appeared, he than attacked slicing her and while she was distracted was attacked from above by his blades, screaming in pain, Tira fell to her knees, "Very good." the man said, "That was the best screaming I ever heard." he said crossing his arms. She looked up and the apperitions vanished. "How did you--?" she growled.
"You won't last long, so I'll tell you now, I'm a ninja, Stephen Simba." he simply said, he got ready to make the finishing blow and attacked only to see her dodge it at the last second. "Hmhm, you want information on Soul Edge correct?" Tira asked, his eyes perked up, "What do you know on Soul Edge?" he asked. "I was a servent, and still am. If you spare me, and follow me, I'll see if my master can trust you. "How can you call the sword your master? Despite it's great power, I doupt you can respect it." he said. "Incorrect, Soul Edge is quite powerful, but, has a mind of it's own. He can decide, scheme, and even send it's fires across the world, killing everything in it's path. The cursed sword's powers, are as immortal as it is." she said. Stephen glared, "Fine, but one slip up, and I will kill you." he said, Tira smirked, "Oh, I won't, trust me." Stephen cleched his fist thinking, "for my homeland..." he grunted, Tira looked at him in minor confusion.
"Stephen, where are you going?" asked a teenager. "Are you deaf? The fortune teller said our home will be in a war with itself, Soul Edge can kill off these slave drivers and with it, I can save our home!" he yelled, his friend glared, "Don't be an idiot... What if she's wrong?" Stephen glared, "You have no clue what you're talking about. Either you are with me, or not." he grabbed his sword and his friend did, the two than charged at each other.
"Fine, let's hurry." he said hiding his self withen the cloak. Tira smirked, "It may be easier than I thought." she said in her mind. As they left, a woman watched them from above, her raven hair and clothes as dark as the night itself, her green eyes watched them as she grabbed her weapon, resembling Tira's ring blade only with a completely different color, "I finally found her." she stated as she walked across the building.
END OF CHAPTER 1
STEPHEN SIMBA
age: 16
born:
12/22/1575
birthplace: Africa
language - Slaff is the African word for Slave, Simba is the Swahili word for Lion.
