Author's Note: I DO NOT OWN MAPLESTORY, DYNASTY WARRIORS, NEXON, KOEI, SONY, MICROSOFT, WIZET, OR FANFICTION! THIS STORY IS FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY!

-Two days before-

"Shang Bu! GET BACK HERE WITH THAT SWORD!"

The tranquility of the morning was broken in the Shang household; young master Bu had just taken his ancestral sword again from the family shrine. Bu was dashing madly around the house, trying to avoid his father and the punishment to come. He eventually ran out of the house and climbed up to his favourite plateau, where he was practically out of sight. Grinning, he unsheathed the sword to look at it; the blade had the family name inscribed along the tang of the sword, which was worn with use and age. Something about the marbled look mesmerized Bu as he looked at it.

"Shang Bu…"

Startled, he stumbled out of his hiding spot, sword still in hand.

"AHHHHH!" *Thump, Clang*

His father heard the tumult as he fell off of his rock.

"Shang Bu, you are going to be in so much trouble… you stole the sword from the family altar!"

He was grabbed and dragged back to the household.

-An hour later-

"Geez… why can't I just have the sword?"

"Because you can't be trusted with any sword; look at you! You're just 17!"

"Isn't age 17 when I'm considered of age?"

"Not in this village; in fact, not in your case either. I will not consider you of age until you have matured in my eyes."

Bu groaned.

"Ugh, no pleasing some people."

He got up and left to see his friends.

"… Just behave, OK Bu?"

The plea reached nothing but silence.

-In the village square-

Delicious scents pervaded through the air, while vendors called their goods out to prospective customers. Bu plodded on past the baozi vendor and sat by the large mulberry tree; he was greeted by a flying steamed bun in the chest.

"Hey! I asked why you looked down."

"Let me guess, you took that old sword again."

The former was Hao Da, a boy of 16. He wore a simple garb of faded green and brown, along with a brass headpiece in the shape of a phoenix. He had his iron falchion by his side.

The latter was Tian Mi, a huntress of 17. Her proficiencies were with the bow and the spear. She wore a simple blue robe; she was considered a tomboy by her family because of the robes she wore and the interests she had. She had her bow and arrows; her spear was at home, for her family's fear that she might hurt someone.

"Yeah… but this time, something weird happened…"

Da and Mi raised and eyebrow.

"I could swear the sword said my name…"

Dead silence. Then the other two exploded with laughter.

"Hahaha… I think you've been *snort* around the incense for a little too long!"

"Nah, I think he needs to *snicker* sleep a little more!"

Bu just sat down beside them as they entertained themselves.

"… Sorry… We thought you were joking…"

"It's ok. I didn't believe it myself…"

"Well, we could see old man Lao about it."

Tian Mi glared at Da.

"W-what?"

She relaxed her glare and explained,

"He's just an old pervert; what would he know?"

Elsewhere, an old man sneezed.

"What do you mean? He's the go-to-guy for occult objects and events!"

Bu looked on, pondering the idea.

"I think we should go. Who else could know?"

Mi and Da looked at each other.

"Ok…?"

Author's Note: Ok, so this is my 1st story ever for FF, but this is also my 1st cross over! Reviews please!

(I know that the beginning is weak, but please write suggestions…)