CHAPTER II

A LEGACY OF PAIN

In a country almost completely around the world, namely China, another soul was being prepared for a journey that presently, he would have thought insane. This man's name was Kane Adamson. His is a story of tragedy and struggle. Both parents were killed before he was old enough to remember, and all his life he had been an outcast.

Evening finds this young man once again staring out of his room at a local inn. Today was a lucky day, he actually managed to scrounge around for enough money to afford a real shelter. His methods included pick pocketing, scheming, and when in desperately in need of it, outright robbery.

He was a wanderer, never staying anywhere for more than a few weeks. Most places chased him away with threats of hanging on the gallows, while others were abandoned due to some other personal reasons.

With a heavily burdened heart he stared out his window, recalling how he ever became the despicable creature he had been forced to turn into. He recalled that it was not originally his fault, it was indeed his heritage to suffer. You see, he was one of the few decedents of Cane, the first man in history to kill another person.

Due to this his family had always been cursed and frowned on by people that knew of it. Now he was forced to live a life in the shadows of humanity, like a rodent in fear of being caught by a cat. The thought filled his heart and soul with rage and depression. His spirit longed to be redeemed of this cursed lineage, but he did not know how to go about that, so now his life was just a big game of cat-and-mouse.

Despair could be seen setting in his unnaturally red eye, for indeed this curse had also altered his physical appearance as well. His other was gouged out for looking at the wife of a French nobleman in a lustful way. It was covered with an eye patch. He ran his calloused fingers through his styled back dark gray hair, yet another side effect of being cursed.

He figured that he had better stop thinking on such things to keep himself sane. He got up from the window sill and came to the small hard bed, provided by the inn. On it were his few precious belongings. He had a pair of kunai which he named Austere and Void. He put on his armored gloves, which had long spikes protruding from its elbows. Next he strapped on his stolen breastplate, its dark metal had two golden strips painted on. He also put on a tasset which he took from an imperial soldier who he had to kill in self defense. A short cloak was the last thing he adorned himself in. Most of the armor was pitch black, and his pants and undershirt were dark purple with black and gold boots.

Maybe it was the way he chose to dress that put people on edge around him. He at last grabbed the small pouch that was now empty, but by the end of the night would have a few coins, enough to provide food for the next day.

Just as he was about to exit his room, a loud pounding shook the door on its hinges. "Kane Adamson! We know you're in there! You are under arrest on charges of armed robbery! In the name of the great Emperor Chi' Long, open this door!" A rough voice roared.

"Oh well, time to run again." Kane whispered to himself as he stealthily slipped out the window onto the thin ledge that skirted the second story of the building. He heard the door splinter just as he jumped gracefully to the ground. He immediately started running at incredible speed to some ally ways in the shadowy city.

When he was finally out of sight of the inn, he stopped to take a breath. "Bad move Kane, gotta stay sharp." He scolded himself. He figured it would be wise to get out of town while under the cover of night, besides, the roads would be fairly empty once the sun set, he'd be able to stay out of sight of only a few people.

He slowly began making his way to the outskirts of the town, avoiding any direct contact or sight of anyone. Someone must have tipped off those soldiers about where he was, and that someone could very well still be after him.

Once he thought he was far enough from the center of the town, he headed to the road, so as not to get robbed himself. He saw a lone figure ahead, a merchant by the looks of it. He would be a prime target.

"Hoy there!" Kane said as he approached. He began to ask the merchant simple questions that he knew the answer to, just to distract him. "How exactly do I get to the Silk Road from here?" Kane asked. And as the man pointed out the directions, Kane used his Austere to puncture the man's coin pouch. All the while keeping the man engaged.

Once the man's pouch was depleted, Kane politely excused himself, and inconspicuously walked away. A smile of accomplishment forced itself unto his lips. "No, you shouldn't be proud of robbing a man of his well earned coins."

This curse, it's like I can't help but enjoy things I know are wrong. I must find a way to redeem myself of this before I become a more dangerous criminal. Oh, mother if only you could've raised me, I might have been different. I know you would have tried if you lived past my birth. It seems even my birth was a curse upon this family.

Such things went through his mind as he absently walked down the beaten dirt road. He was so enthralled by his thoughts that he didn't even sense the person that had been tailing him since he robbed the merchant. If not for the sound of a katana being unsheathed, Kane would not have seen his opponent attack.

With lightning fast speed he drew his kunai and actuall7y back-flipped himself over the head of the charging man. "Why do you attack me?" Kane asked before dodging another strike from his mysterious opponent.

"Because you are a demon, and I am a demon hunter." The Chinese man answered simply. He struck again, this time he managed to strike Kane. The blow was only enough to slice a thin cut along his left cheek.

Kane smiled as he wiped the blood with his sleeve. "Is that the best you can do?" Kane asked mockingly, at the same time running full speed at his opponent. Once he was close enough, he leapt completely into the air, spiraling and landing a solid kick in the man's chest; then he used the impact to once again back-flip and land on his feet.

The man flew a few feet before landing with a hard thud. He began to rise, but Kane was already preparing his next attack. He began twirling his kunai in his hands with such precision and speed that it created a 'bubble' of air that he launched at his opponent, it caught the air around it on fire and hit th man in the face. He flew into the air and landed on his head, not having the strength to get up again.

"I am no demon, I am Kane Adamson. Warn those who come to hunt me, of what I did to you." With that he dashed away down the road. He began making his way up to where the Silk Road was, heading to safer countries where he might find peace.


This is the detailed description of Kane. He doesn't look like your typical ninja, but its MY story… besides, he looks freakin' awesome!

General Info

Name: Kane Adamson

Occupation: Ninja

Weapon: Kunai

Name: Austere & Void

Body features

Head: headband (01, 01)

Hair: styled back (01, 24)

Mask: mad eye patch (01, 01)

Chin: Scar (03,21)

Lower torso: undershirt (27, 03)

Mid torso: warriors robe (01, 01)

Upper torso: demonic armor (01, 01)

Arms: unholy gloves (01, 01)

Shoulders: lord's shoulders (01, 01)

Neck: Cloak (27. 03)

Waist: lord's tasset (01, 01)

Lower legs: ---

Upper legs: Samurai pants (27, 03)

Shins: ---

Socks: tabi (?)

Feet: holy boots (01, 01)

Facial Features

Face: 03

Eyebrows: (01, 24)

Lips: (05, 05)

Eyes: (03, 23)

Skin: (10, 20)

Underwear: (01, 01)

Voice: young man 2