Me: Oh yeah I forgot to mention, I already turned in the whole History project today so I'll be uploading the chapters here: 2 a day is my goal.

Mario: What's there to do? All you're doing is copy-pasting

Me: Shush, OC creation of mine. Anyway the odd chapters are Elsword sections while the even ones are Chung's. With that said...Chapter 1, START!

This is not a perfect representation of History...

Like I care, now shut up and enjoy the fanfic.

Chapter 1: An Expedition Overseas

Mumbling in pain, a young crimson teenager rubbed his aching head after crash landing onto the grass. Darn that Glaive. Elsword thought to himself. You'd think I'd get transported straight to the ground, but no we had to free fall over three thousand feet in the air! Hope Chung felt the same rush I did. He acted annoyed until he heard a voice call out to him.

"...lo?" The voice, definitely masculine, was distant and sounding friendly. Quickly surveying the area, Elsword confirms that he's alone within his area. Who is this person, and what the heck does he want? "Hello!" The Swordsman acted surprised upon seeing a strange and almost too happy looking man approach him in a friendly manner. Taking his face with the wrong signal, Elsword frantically searches for his sword on the ground and pulls it up gripping it with two hands. Immediately the strange man held both arms up and had a shocked expression.

"Who are you and where the heck are we?!" The hot-blooded boy demanded answers from the strange man. Immediately Elsword heard the clang of several spears surrounding the two in a rigid circle.

"Halt insolent brat!" One of those grown spear-men talked him down with somewhat imposing authority. "Don't lay a finger on Zheng He, Captain of the Chinese Exploration expeditions granted by our Emperor!" The man threatened, pointing his spear towards the strange man.

"Zheng He?" Elsword relaxed and placed his blade over the shoulder. "He doesn't seem like a captain of anything to me, and I bet I can take all you cronies on with one hand tied behind my back!"

"You little-"

"Silence young one." Zheng He, the strange man threatened by the young teenager, shut up one of his subordinates in a polite tone. He then gathers his attention to Elsword and informs him of where he is, aware that he is not from this world and can be treated as an ally. "My name is Zheng He. Just as they have explained, I am indeed a Captain of these expeditions we undergo through overseas, thanks to our gracious Yongle Emperor, Zhu Di." Zheng stopped explaining when Elsword yawned out of boredom.

"Okay so basically a Sea Captain who travels the world with his buddies on a ship thanks to the almighty 'Emperor' of China or whatever." Elsword picked his ear and understood in simpler terms. "Anyway I'm just here to find a glowing blue shard, find something like that?" He asked, impatient to stay in this world and wished to get back home as soon as possible. To his growling dismay, all of them shook their heads.

"We're about to embark on another expedition through the Indian Ocean to expand our land, do you wish to come?" Zheng asked Elsword. Left with no other options, the Swordsman had no choice but to grudgingly obey and sheathed his sword. Shoving his hand in his pockets, Elsword blew his bangs away from his face and followed the happy-go-lucky captain and his crew to the one of his ships. Once they reached it, Elsword briefly stopped and his eyes gaped at the monstrous view.

The ship, which those Chinese explorers insisted on calling the "junkies", was a wooden model just like back home. Elsword however wasn't surprised on the model or what the ship was made out of, but of the size of it. Nothing back in Hamel can even compare to this gigantic vessel spanning a dozen masts throughout the ship. You can fit the entire village of Ruben on that thing! Overcoming his shock, the Swordsman went on board right as the Junkie sailed off.

"What do you think of the sea so far, young Elsword?" Zheng hesitated a bit when he tried to remember the name of the person he's addressing beside him. Several hours passed since they embarked and the sky transitioned into early dusk, since then the crimson boy never left the side of the ship once.

"Tch, why do you care?" Elsword grunted and spat at the ocean. "I just want to get home and get this lesson over with."

"Lesson?" The boy winced, he didn't mean to slip that out and intrigue the friendly captain.

"My teacher wants me and my friend somewhere else in this world to find three of those shards I told you about earlier." Before continuing, Elsword glanced at Zheng when the latter recalled the boy mentioning a blue shard. "They're called El Shards, and I need them in order to get back home."

"That does not mean you can scowl at everyone you meet in what you call a strange new world. To us, we see you as an ignorant and arrogant boy to be treated as an enemy."

Elsword growled. "Is that a threat?" He threatened to take out his sword.

However Zheng remained calm. "No it is not, but being patient is a virtue not a curse. You claim to be a skilled Swordsman young one, how long did you train yourself to become stronger."

Grudgingly, Elsword answered. "Three...three years."

"You see, that is patience right there." Zheng explained. "Just as we Explorers have patience in traveling the vast seas, you have patience in training your skills young man." Irritated by the kind captain's logic, Elsword stepped away from the side of the ship and headed for the deck.

"I'm heading to my cabin. Good night 'Captain'." He scowled at Zheng one last time before finding his away inside the deck to his lodgings, trying to forget everything the man told him only a few moments ago. Plopping himself on top of his bed, all Elsword could think about was the conversation he had with Zheng that overpowered all other thoughts inside his head.

Forget his "inspirational" speech! If he's in my shoes, he'd definitely try to go home as soon as possible. All patience is is waiting, waiting, and more waiting! Elsword thought scoffing and pulled the bed sheets over him. Whatever, I still have to have patience anyway. I can't find all three El Shards in a single day, bet Chung couldn't either! He smirked at the thought and drifted off into sleep.

Elsword woke up the next morning with a loud "THUMP!" as the treasure "junkie" swerved a sharp U-turn back to China at early dawn. Rubbing his head from sudden collision with the wooden floor, the teenager equipped his sword and sprinted outside to the deck. There he meets Zheng seriously discussing with several of the other sailors who traveled with him. Upon seeing the moving figure of the young boy Zheng dismissed his crew and turned his attention to Elsword, storming his way towards the captain in a fit of rage.

"WHAT'S WITH THE SUDDEN 180?!" Elsword screamed, still mad about having his sleep interrupted on a date with a wooden floor. "A SIMPLE WARNING WOULD'VE BEEN NICE!" Instead of directly responding to him, Zheng gazed at the direction the ship is now sailing to.

"I hope we're not too late. It's lucky we haven't been out at sea for too long." Elsword became irritated for being ignored and got in front of the captain's vision.

"Pay attention to me! And what's this about not being too late? Someone's being a total hypocrite right now." Elsword calmed down once he understood Zheng, still curious on why they had to rush back to China.

"One of our night owls," Zheng turned to two men sitting by a mast, one of them cleaning their spear, "managed to fish out a bottle from the sea containing a letter. Those stubborn Europeans are trying once again tempting our Emperor to open trade with them. Normally we would just close ourselves in and decline the offer, however there's been threats of religious conversion in the bureaucracy. We must return at once!"

"The Europeans-" Before Elsword could ask, a booming voice called from the bow of the ship.

"CAPTAIN!" One of the sailors beckoned Zheng.

"If you want to learn more Elsword, ask those two old folk." Zheng pointed Elsword to the same two men who found the bottle and rushed off to his men. Sighing but curious, the crimson boy walked over to the two sailors and sat down.

"What do you want kid?" The young one cleaning his spear asked.

"Who are the Europeans?" Both stared wide-eyed at Elsword as if he asked a dumb question.

"Those Europeans young boy!" The elder one shot up, drinking something out of his bottle. "If Zhu Yuanzhang was here, we'd kick them out like we did the Mongols!"

Elsword's head ran laps in confusion. "E-Excuse me?"

"He doesn't know about our history Old Timer." The spear-man corrected his friend. "Allow me to explain." He told Elsword all about Yuanzhang, usually referred to as first emperor of the Ming Dynasty or the Hongwu Emperor. After a lengthy explanation, including several short summaries along the way to bring him back on track, Elsword thanked the two for their time and noticed land straight ahead.

So a Chinese peasant who kicked out these omnipotent Mongols and brought peace and prosperity to China huh? Too bad he's too paranoid about his sons ruling after him despite helping run this Chinese bureaucracy more efficiently to care. Elsword kept the brief information he learned from the Hongwu Emperor in his head when the ship finally docked at the port. Immediately all of the treasure junkie's occupants raced out of the ship and sprinted towards the tallest structure Elsword can only assume is the current Emperor's palace, Zhu Di or the Yongle Emperor.

"Oh come now, Christianity has a God that genuinely cares for your well-being and offers his salvation to you fellow Christian." One of two Christian Jesuits, Matteo Ricci, tried to wow the Chinese scholar-gentry, or the Chinese scholars, into converting from Confucianism to Christianity.

"Disgusting." One of the scholars, an aged bearded man, scoffed while stroking his magnificent facial hair. "Like I would exchange the comfort of my beliefs that I grew up with all my life for some barbaric nonsense with you baboons."

"You-"

"Not now Ricci." His more rational Jesuit friend, Adam Schall, calmed him down and took a bold move. "What about you all-powerful Ming Emperor?" The robed Christian gave the look of a convincing telemarketer to a slightly obese and powerful man with a long moustache and beard in a more fanciful yellow robe raising an eyebrow in disbelief. "Surely the Emperor of China will accept guaranteed salvation with our lord and savior?"

"I was chosen by my father to lead this grand country." The Yongle Emperor, Zhu Di, counter-argued with the Jesuits. "My father who was chosen by his father the Hongwu Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang, who was chosen by God himself to overthrow the Mongols and take power back to China. Why should I convert to your religion with its guaranteed salvation if I was indirectly hand-picked by God to place me in this powerful position and rule the humans in his place?"

Ricci and Schall stumbled. "W-Well..."

"BANG!" The grand door in the front of the palace barged open with a dozen men and a young boy. The jesuits, scholar-gentry, and Zhu were shocked that such commoners would dare interrupt a formal meeting but the latter two were pleased upon seeing a familiar face. "Ah Zheng He." The Emperor formally and politely addressed his high-ranking friend. "I see you received my message?"

"Yes your Majesty." Zheng and the rest of the sailors bowed, Elsword a brief moment after being firmly told by the Captain to do so. "And it looks like these stubborn Europeans don't know when to give up!" On his word, Elsword immediately got up first and walked to the two white skinned folk while cracking his knuckles.

Strange that they have white skin and blue eyes like a certain gunslinger I know. Elsword thought, remembered his own white skin but ruby red eyes. "Permission to bring the beatdown to these two knuckleheads your Highness?" He smirked, rejoicing with glee with the assumed granted permission from the Expedition Explorers and the Scholars to smack the two Europeans into next week.

Fortunately for Elsword, even the omnipotent Emperor has a sense of humor. "Permission to bring the beatdown, granted."

"ALRIGHT!" Elsword shouted in glee while the Christian Jesuits screamed in disagree, the young boy chasing the two swinging his sword around like nobody's business. "SMACK! CRASH! THRASH!" Like a little child, Elsword easily overpowered the two unarmed Christians while audibly making attacking sounds out loud. He wiped his hands in victory and sheathed his sword, dragging the beaten up duo outside with him.

"G-God will smite you young m-man!" Ricci managed to curse out before literally getting kicked out of the palace with their bottoms courtesy of Elsword.

"And stay out!" The Swordsman enjoyed mocking the two as they very painfully trudged away from the palace and from China. He chuckled to himself and wondered if Glaive was watching him now and what he thought. Bet he'll think I'm such a badass, those guys are even more of a joke than that burly thief Banthus! Elsword remembered the boastful brute back at Elrios who effortlessly got beaten to a pulp by his 13 year old counterpart in the past. He stretched and stepped back inside, finally remembering his mission. "Oh, Yongle Emperor or whatever," Elsword started to ask, "Did you happen to find any blue glowing shards somewhere around here?"

Zhu Di raised an eyebrow and his mind clicked pulling out Elsword's desired out of the pocket of his robe, a faintly glowing blue-green shard. "Would this be it? One of my advisers pointed it out to me when it was used as a night light at my bedside the other night." The Swordsman smacked his face with his palm in disbelief, the supposed Ming Emperor of China mistaking a mysterious shard for a stupid light source to keep away the monsters at night.

Nevertheless his face lit up at the sight of it. "Yes that's it! Good thing I found it!" With the Emperor's word, Zheng He allowed Elsword to hold the shard. Suddenly the shard, which Elsword explained as the El Shard, brightened up in an instant, enveloping the crimson boy in a glowing aura of light.

"Farewell Elsword, may you go home in peace." Everyone in the room who interacted with him said their brief goodbyes to the Swordsman. Smirking in return despite the short and chaotic time spent with them, Elsword waved goodbye as well.

In a flash the aura disappeared, Elsword and the El Shard along with it. I wonder where I'll end up this time... The Crimson Swordsman thought, taking a liking to China if they have more kind people such as those two he met.

Crystal: Oh fun, I really hope the other chapters are more interesting than this

Me: Shush, other OC creation of mine -_-! Anyway R&R on what you guys think so far :D