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A Recurring Nightmare

Chapter 3: The First of Many Confrontations

Sakuro sat bored at his desk, one his hand leisurely holding his head up as he did paperwork with the other. Ureksa instead of standing guard by the entrance way to the offices as he was before, was now leaning on the wall directly behind the unmotivated craftlord's desk. It had been quiet for some time now, so once Sakuro finished a form he turned to Ureksa. "My Ureksa, turning from a common guard to their captain in less then a month. At this rate you'll be a craftlord again in no time." Sakuro announced with his usual smile.

Ureksa slightly groaned. "I don't find that funny, Sakuro."

The other's smile faded as he grew an uncommon serious expression. "I'm not joking. Surely all your hard work hasn't been going unnoticed."

Ureksa would have debated this further but a guard ran into the offices and stopped in front of Ureksa "Craft- I mean, Captain Ureksa!"

While the guard stopped to catch his breath, now in a slight pant, Sakuro could only muster a light chuckled. "You see Ureksa, even your men's formalities toward you haven't faded yet."

The more serious of the two ignored him as he turned to give the guard his full attention. "Sir! The man whom Rondeau summoned seems to have made his way to him on his own. The two of them and several young craftknights were seen heading down the Central Tower."

Ureksa nodded at this new information. "Thank you, inform the officers looking for him to cease what they're doing and return to normal rutines."

Grabbing his spear, Ureksa took no more than a few steps before stopping and turning around. Sakuro who was now leaning back on his chair leisurely, quickly straightened up at the other's notice. Ureksa took several steps to Sakuro's desk and picked up a silver pocket watch he had set down on the corner of his desk.

"Hm? Be careful with that. I just bought it yesterday." Sakuro mentioned, not showing signs of particularly being too worried about it.

Examining the watch, the green garbed guard easily tugged on its chain. "Is that so?" Ureksa tossed the watch in the air and then caught it, before sliding it into a pocket under his cloak. "You'll get this back once I see an improvement in your work ethic."

Sakuro released a defeated sigh as he bowed his head. Out of the corner of his eyes, he watched as his friend took his leave. "I might as well just go buy a new one with those terms." He commented under his breath.

Ureksa stepped out of the offices and proceeded to make his way down the lower staircase. Unbeknownst to him, he was being watched by two figures from a small crack in the main doorway.

… … …

Pratty and Razzy were both peeking through the doorway with Cleru standing nervously by the side of the door.

"Oh! Ureksa's heading downstairs!" Pratty announced with Razzy shoving to get a better view.

Cleru sighed and looked away. "This is such a bad idea."

Razzy huffed as she angrily looked over to the boy in the blue coat. "No fair! That's not what you said back at the Silver Guild!"

Cleru frowned at this accusation. "At the Silver Guild you told us you were going to check out 'something interesting'. I didn't know that meant spying on Ureksa."

Razzy pouted somewhat annoyed and turned away. "Big Bro's the worst. Why couldn't Big Sis win the tournament?"

Sugar started to protest Razzy's statement and Cleru tried stopping the two. Rasho contently floating on his back as he watched the scene ensue before him.

Suddenly Pratty jumped up. "Okay, Ureksa's heading downstairs. Razzy let's cut him off from the side door and watch from the main door down there!" The silver haired female strategically planned. Clearly having less remorse about the current events than the other. Razzy excitably agreed leading the the way with Pratty right behind, Rasho lazily floating after.

"What are you going to do, Master Cleru?" Sugar asked floating up beside her partner.

Cleru sighed and rubbed the back of his head. "Well, we should probably go after them and make sure they don't do anything too drastic."

Sugar smiled and nodded as the two quickly went to catch up. When Cleru reached Lower Wystern he found Pratty and Razzy both already peaking through the main door.

… … …

Once Ureksa reached the bottom of the staircase he immediately went over to the guard blocking the hallway to the arena. "Excuse me, has Rondeau come this way?"

The guard was quick to be of use. "Yes sir, he and some young craftknights went on through to the arena moments ago. Does Rondeau require something of you?"

Ureksa nodded as he folded his arms. "Yes, Rondeau asked me a while ago to assist him with something, when a certain situation would arise." The two in forming the other of what they knew and needed to know to avoid any confusion down the road.

… … …

Razzy and Pratty were both fusing at the door in the same way they were at the prior.

Pratty fidgeted putting her ear to the crack. "I can't hear him from here. Wait! I think I heard that guard mention Rondeau!" The excitable girl shouted in a whisper as Razzy was pushing the door open inch by inch.

Cleru upon seeing this moved closer to the two of them. "Okay, that's enough."

The boy reached out and grabbed Razzy's shoulder. This surprising her, made her jolt forward. Razzy bumped into Pratty and as a result, Pratty tripped forward pushing the door open and falling onto her stomach. Pratty looked up and pushed her hair out of her eyes to see Ureksa and the guard staring at her.

… … …

Ureksa's eyes scanned the scene in front of him. Shintetsu's daughter was lying in the entrance of the Central Tower with a sheepish smile on her face. Bron's niece was crouched over near the doorway with a shocked expression. The newest and youngest craftlord had his hand on her shoulder with a blank but somewhat guilty stare. His guardian beast was floating beside him. All the while Pratty's partner was laughing hysterically at the scene from behind them.

Sighing before turning away, Ureksa checked his new pocket watch. He then started taking several steps down the hallway and stopped. "Well, you've come this far, are you all coming or not?"

Pratty and Razzy both perked up at this and were quick to follow after, but Cleru seemed more worried than excited.

As they all hurried down the hallway, they could see another group ahead of them, but it was to dark to see any of them clearly. When the group ahead split up, Ureksa quickened his pace and the others did the same.

Ureksa hurried up the stairs and reached the stands just as Sanary and Varil did. Walking passed them without the slightest greeting, he grabbed the lower railing of the stands and leaned over. His eyes scanned the darkness looking for Rondeau. When he couldn't find him among the dark, he closed his eyes. He was just able to hear his superior's voice despite the sounds of greetings and questions from the meeting up groups that could be heard from behind him.

Cleru walked over to Ureksa. "Master Ureksa, what's going on?" His question was promptly ignored at first.

Time of the essence, the serious older man walked over to the wall opposite of the entrance. "I'm afraid I am not at liberty to say. However, I can say, you are about to witness a rare sight." Ureksa fumbled his hands on the wall until he found and grabbed onto a lever. "Rondeau will be participating in an exhibition match." With everyone equally shocked, Ureksa pulled down on the lever and the lights temporarily blinded everyone.

… … …

Several days ago, both Ureksa and Rondeau were atop the central tower balcony, Rondeau was looking out toward the city, but Ureksa kept his attention on Rondeau.

"Ureksa." Master Rondeau turned to him.

Ridged as usual, the recently demoted guard turned to him. "What is it Master Rondeau?" Ureksa asked straightening his posture.

The elder smiled all of a sudden. "I've recently summoned a young boy to Wystern." He said, still looking toward the city.

Jumping to less fortunate conclusions, the younger of the two grew somewhat worried. "Why? Is there something wrong?" He asked in growing concern.

"Possibly, well, no point in telling you everything now. I'll just give you a summery of what's going on." Ureksa nodded his head and began to listen more intensely. "I've summoned him to inform him about a situation in his homeland that not even he is aware of. I am putting together a team to resolve this situation before anyone discovers or is endangered by it." Rondeau now looking away from the city toward the other man.

At his notice, Ureksa became apparently less thrilled. "And you want me on this assignment, I presume."

Rondeau smiled at how quickly the younger man picked up on his thinking. "Correct. I would like you to lead this expedition."

Ureksa's eyes widened at this. "That's absurd! I'm not even a craftlord!" He sternly shouted back to his superior.

Rondeau narrowed his eyes and Ureksa stopped and bowed his head. "Almost all the other craftlords are on other assignments, by the time they receive word of this it may already be too late. I will also need another craftlord here, in case of an emergency." The other scowled near the end of the elder's explanation. "I am leaving that task to Sakuro." Ureksa nodded, still remaining quiet. "I never expected you to act this way Ureksa, perhaps you are still sore about your trail. Very well, if this assignment goes smoothly, I will promote you to a craftlord once more. You can experience all the privileges and perks you once held before."

Ureksa's eyes widened again in anger at this before clenching his fist. "You know full well that's not why I became a craftlord! I did it to protect my sister! As well as those I cared about." Ureksa trailed off at the end and Rondeau took notice.

After allowing tempers to sit for a moment, Rondeau began to stroke his long beard. "But before we get ahead of ourselves, you'll need a guide for the terrain. And well, this boy is special." Rondeau said looking back at the city.

The former craftlord stared at the elder. "What do you mean?"

Rondeau smiled once more. "From what I've heard, his power is supposedly that of a craftlord's."

… … …

After Ureksa turned the lights on, he looked back down at Rondeau who was now drawing his ornate sword. "Now young man, this is why I called you here. Defend thy self!" Rondeau roared, rushing in and delivering a powerful, precise slash.

The man deflected the first blow and rolled to the side. "What are you doing?" He screamed blocking another blow from the craftlord.

Rondeau wore a serious and determined expression. "There's a situation in Vance and I require your assistance." The elder said, preparing for another strike.

The nameless swordsman dodged to the side and was caught in a stalemate with Rondeau, their swords crossed with each other. "I don't give a damn about Vance! Why are you even fighting me?" He shouted back, pushing off the head craftlord and taking a few steps back to recover from the flurry of strikes.

Despite his age, the old knight showed now signs of wore or hints of slowing down. "I need to see if you are strong enough for this mission, that you're to our standards." Rondeau said rushing back up.

"I could care less about what happens to Vance or you're cruddy standards! I've got enough of my own problems, you can keep yours!" He barked dodging another slash from the elder.

"Wystern isn't a charity case, we can pay you greatly." The head craftlord said, getting into a ready position. "I figured you'd enjoy the challenge." Rondeau said, preforming an vertical slash.

Groaning, the young man caught the attack with a strike of his own. "Well I' am not!" He yelled using all of his force to knock the sword out of the older's hands.

"I win." The foreigner stated coldly with a narrowed gaze, getting ready to leave.

Walking to where his sword had landed, Rondeau spoke up. "I don't think. This is a best of five match, you've only won one round." He said reclaiming his sword. "I'am also afraid that you will not be permitted to leave until our fight is done. Well, that's not entirely true. You're free to try and leave whenever you please. You will be hunted down by every guard in the city however." He continued with a solemn expression on his face.

Gawking at the elder, the swordsman rolled his eyes. "What? Fine I'll end this quick!" the man yelled rushing in. He preformed slash after slash, blow over blow, and strike after strike. Right as the the young man lunged at close range, the elder slashed his sword. Quickly, the younger dodged mid-strike to the left instantly and preformed a quick horizontal slash, once again knocking the sword out of his opponent's hands.

"No way!" Varil shouted, standing in the front row beside both Pratty, and Cleru.

"How can Master Rondeau be losing to an outsider!" Sanary said aloud with similar confusion.

Razzy standing on one of the seats a few rows behind to get a better view over the sea of heads. Sugar and Rasho were both sitting in the second row watching the fight intensely, as though they could see something the others could not.

Ureksa was standing in front of the guard rail. 'What are you doing Rondeau? Are you testing him or holding back? This can't be your best.' The former lord's thoughts enveloping him as he gripped the rail tighter.

"Two to zero. Just give up now save me the trouble!" The visiting swordsman taunted in his annoyance as he got into a set position.

The elder watched him with an unwavering expression. 'He's definitely not lacking confidence. Hm, Speed: good, Reaction Time: good, Power: good, Defenses: good. Okay let the real fight begin.' Rondeau thought also getting into a ready position.

The swordsman ran in fast trying to end it quick. Performing a lunge like before, he let out a light grunt. 'If he slashes like before, I'll just dodge like last time.'

Rondeau did slash but twice as fast as before his opponent's sword was sent flying into the air before he could react or even blink. "One to two." He had said in complete coldness.

Staring at where his sword slid to, the man hurried over to pick it back up. "Lucky slash." He muttered to himself.

"What's the matter, am I going too hard on you?" Rondeau said with a mocking tone.

The man growled a bit before taking a tight hold of his sword. He had barely gotten into a set position before Rondeau began rushing him. The elder kept dealing blow after blow, without giving me a chance to counter. "Is this the best you have to offer!" He yelled before knocking the young swordsman across the ring and sending my weapon flying high into the air and purging the ground beside his body.

"Two to Two." Rondeau said, giving an update.

Shakily, the man got on one knee, gripping my sword for support. His eyes glued to the weapon as his eyes checked it for any immediate damage.

"And here I thought you could guide a small group through the Vance mountain dungeon." Rondeau scoffed. The older man shook his head as though the idea itself was completely ridiculous.

The man froze up all of a sudden. "Did you say, the Vance mountain dungeon?"

Rondeau nodded his head getting back into the position.

The man stiffened up at this new information. 'If theirs something going on in Vance's mountains, then HE has to be causing it.' The young man's right hand tighten around the sword handle until becoming a blistering red.

Rasho got up from his seat and went over to the guard rail and gripped it tightly as he leaned over it, his eyes staring severely at Rondeau opponent.

"What's wrong, Rasho?" Pratty asked also getting up.

"It's those eye's, there's something unnatural about them." Rasho responded, his eyes still frozen in place.

The man got up off his knee and looked intensely at his sword. Altering his gaze, they shot back up and over toward the elder across from him. "You should have told me that in the first place." He swapped the sword into his left hand and he began gripping his sword even tighter.

Varil flinched at this. "I didn't think anything of his wound on his right shoulder, but could he normally kept his scabbard on the other shoulder. He couldn't actually be left handed, could he?" The teen stated in observation.

The foreigner's sword began to glow a pure white color. Everyone in the stands who hadn't already, got up and ran to the guard rail to see everything.

Rondeau smiled naturally as he did earlier. "Not holding back anymore are we?"

Pulling his sword behind him, the man gave a powerful swing in front on him. "Holy Slash!" He roared. The sword seemed to vibrate for an instant as a shock wave of light emitted from the blade and hurled itself straight toward the armored elder at an incredible speed.

Without a hair out of place, Rondeau took a step to his right. The shock wave flew right passed him then arced upward as it passed him. It flew up and collided against the metal wall just above the opposite entrance way of the arena. The iron metal crying out as it became warped and indented into the shape of the attack.

Standing tall, the young man rested his sword over his left shoulder as his right laid flat at his side. "You said you wanted to see me fight seriously, right?" Lifting the blade off his shoulder, he pointed it dead ahead toward Rondeau. "Hope you've lived a good life, old man, cause I'll show you just how serious I can be, when I chop your damn head off!" The man brutally cried out without any hesitation.

With a vigorous and deep chuckle, Rondeau grinned even more. "Well now, normally that would be more than enough of an exhibition. Alas..." Reaching into his pocket, Rondeau pulled out a small purple shard of crystal. "...what kind of man would I be to decline such a strong willed challenge such as that?" Holding up his left, the crystal lit up. "I summon thee! Heed my call, Ryence!" A second light illuminated the area as Rondeau's own guardian beast stood before him.

"It's been a long time, Sir Rondeau." Ryence stated looking back at his master. "Still alive I see." Rondeau nodded, taking the comment for a playful joke rather than actual surprise. Everyone in the bleachers looked at his guardian beast with a mix of curiosity and wonder.

He wore full body armor and his helmet prevented you from seeing his face. His armor was black and had gold detailing. It's shoulder pauldrons having exposed and turning gears. A black and red kite shield on one arm with a sword at his side.

"Summon an army, I don't care!" the challenger yelled running in.

"Not so fast little one." Ryence's core had begun glowing in a blinding light. When it faded, it revealed he had grown ten times his size his legs vanished as he floated behind Rondeau. Barely fitting in the room as his sword changed into a lance.

Sheathing his sword, Rondeau had decided to let his partner handle this portion of the fight on his own, it seemed only fair, fair as things could be given the circumstances. "Allow me to explain. Ryence is a creature with a unique mix of machinery as well as magic. I wouldn't let your guard down if I were in your boots, young one."

Gulping in worry, Cleru turned to the former craftlord. "Master Ureksa! Rondeau doesn't really expect him to defeat that! Does he?" The young silver haired boy asked Ureksa.

The green cloaked man was too intensely focused on the fight to initially respond. "We'll just have to wait and see." 'Rondeau did say his power rivaled that of a craftlord, but...'

"I'm not afraid of some sized up spirit!" The younger fighter barked. All fear it seemed had been overwritten by anger.

"Why you little brat!" Ryence yelled. Rondeau stood still not even flinching as the gigantic lance flew by his face. "Take this!" Ryence screamed passionately.

The man's cold blue eyes were full of determination as he stood perfectly still even as the lance grew closer and closer.

"Move out of the way!" Pratty screamed from the stands.

Right before the lance hit it's mark, the swordsman ducked. The sword grew even brighter as he swung his sword directly into the center point of the lance as it flew by.

Ryence kept going, unknowingly helping him as the blade went deeper and deeper into the lance until the sword hit the lance's handle. The massive weapon had been cut down the middle. Both sides broke at the handle, the momentum from the lunge pushing them even when they fell to the ground. They kept going until hitting the sidelines of the arena and falling into the watery pit and sinking into the abyss.

Everyone was awestruck, almost no one in the stands able to say anything. Sanary it seemed was an exception to this. "J-Just what is that sword made of?"

"I'm not losing to you!" The man yelled as he began charging at Rondeau once again.

"I don't think so." Ryence yelled as he slammed his shield into the floor blocking off half of the arena making it impossible to get around due to it's great size.

'That's Rondeau's impenetrable shield, No one's ever even stood up against it before.' Ureksa contemplated as he continued watching the duel.

Just before Ryence was able to drag it further, about to push the man off. The swordsman jumped in the air and plunged his sword into the shield. With a burst of wind the shield shattered

'Impossible! Has he discovered the secret so soon?' Ureksa thought, still watching in disbelief.

On his way down the man sliced Ryence, penetrating his armor and leaving a large gash. Doing so revealed the armor was not only paper thin, but also hollow to the core.

When the man landed, a cloud of smoke came out from the wound he had inflicted on Ryence's suit. The smoke filling the arena as it fell to and crashed into the ground.

Forced to retreat, the man waited until the smoke cleared. When it did, dozens of the original sized Ryence appeared with their swords and shield's out.

"Another trick?" The swordsman grumbled in aggravation.

Rondeau only responding with his chipper smile at first. "You did tell me to summon an army." He called out, correcting him.

Grinning to himself, the man rested his sword on his shoulder again. "Doesn't matter, I'm still winning this!" He yelled his sword glowing bright once again as he rushed into the middle of the copies cutting down any in his way.

The copies surrounded him, he swung his sword, creating a shock wave and knocking down many of the front ones in the process. Despite this, their numbers continued to rise until there was hardly any standing room left.

When one of the copies attempted to stab him from the side, the man slid to his right then pierced it's core just as easily as the giant version he had slain minutes before. Becoming lifeless, it's limbs fell off at the joints and slid onto the ground, doing so exposed that these too were just shells.

Scowling, the swordsman ducked another attack then slashed his blade across it's chest. A gash formed and it too fell onto the floor. "What am I fighting, machines or dolls?" He complained aloud.

There copies all charged in at once. Not intimidated, the swordsman grabbed the closes with his right hand then bashed it's face with the butt of his sword handle and knocked it down.

Moving quick, he spun his sword at a light angle then slashed it normally. This resulting in the blade being used more like a club and banging a several rushing clones to fly back into the other copies behind them.

Grabbing another close to him, he gripped the armor by the shoulder and thrust the blade from tip to blade guard into it's chest. When it became stuck, the young man altered his free hand to the head piece and roughly kicked the body off, unintentionally shooting it off into some of the many copies behind it.

When one tried to assault the man from behind. The foreigner spun around and gave a forceful over the shoulder strike, dropping his target to his knees instantly. Using the same momentum, he gave a reversing underhanded swing and connected with the copy's chest, hurling it high into the air. Stabbing his sword into the ground beside him enough to keep it standing, the man leaped into the air and caught the clone by it's ankle with his left hand. "COME ON!" He screamed slamming it back first onto the ground. It's limbs exploding off of it in all directions and collided against the rest of the countless others.

Reclaiming his weapon, the true size of their numbers finally reached him. The swordsman began running in a straight line, carving a single path toward Rondeau. Whenever a copy got in his way, he would slash it or knock it out of the way with his right hand.

He had finally gotten to the end, Rondeau in reach and as he did, all the copies disappeared. Right as he swung, the real Ryence came out of no where. He grabbed the swordsman by the neck and tossed him to the other side of the arena.

"I apologize for not being of more use, my Master." Ryence said, taking a knee, his back to his partner.

Rondeau put a hand on the mechanical soldier's shoulder, keeping mindful of the now slow turning gears. "It's fine Ryence you did an excellent job." The old craftlord acknowledged, picking up the crystal he had used to summon him here in the first place. Compliantly, Ryence remained unmoving as a light filled the room and he disappeared, back to his home world.

The elder looked over at his opponent as he stood back up. "let's finish this match!" Rondeau said, taking out his sword once more.

Nodding, the man put both hands on his sword for the first time, and the sword glowed brighter once again.

They both ran at each other. Rondeau with his sword pointed toward his opponent, and the man with his sword dragging on the floor behind him. Everyone in the bleachers were gripping the guard rail tightly as the two swords met. Rondeau performing downward slash and the man preforming an upward cut. Each took a step more, making themselves back to back. Shortly after the clash, the light from the man's sword faded.

For a moment there was silence. There was no clashing of the metal or talk amongst the crowd or either of the competators. For the first time since the start of the match, there was quiet.

The man had stood up straight from his post-slash position and sheathed his sword back over his shoulder. Without a word, he let out a huff, like some sort of disgruntled animal. Walking forward, he headed toward the hallway he used to come here.

All eye's were focused on the man until they heard a 'clink' sound. They all moved their focus away from the man to see half of Rondeau's sword lying on the floor.

"There's no way." Rasho stated, still focused on Rondeau.

In a completely different state, Pratty agreed. "I know I can't believe he won either." The silver haired girl cheered and smiled.

"Not that! look at his sword ya ditz!" Rasho yelled to his partner. Everyone looked in suit, noticing something they couldn't believe. Rondeau's sword was cut perfectly in the middle without any bumps or jagged edges.

There was a second 'clink' sound and this time their was a large crack leading from the edge of the arena to the final clash. Everyone looked back to the man, but he was already gone.

Taking command, Ureksa stepped forward. "Everyone spread out! We need to find him. Now!" Ureksa ordered as he went to check on Rondeau. Everyone else nodded, all of them running off of the stands.

… … …

A near hour had passed and the man was standing at the top floor of the Central Tower's unfinished third floor. He was looking down at the city in deep thought. 'I'm finally gonna be able to end this, once and for all.'

"It's beautiful isn't it?" A woman's voice asked walking into the area.

The man turned around, his hand on his sword's handle only to see a smiling Pratty. The man released his sword and turned back to the city. "I suppose." He replied, shifting his focus back on the city.

The young silver haired girl walked next to him and too began to take in the sight of the city. "It was a really amazing fight. You were incredible!" The earnest girl said, smiling even wider after her words of praise. The man still didn't look at her. "It's a good thing you didn't help me out today or else those men could have been killed." Pratty joked trying to ease the mood. When the man remained silent, she started playing with her hands behind her back. "Is this a bad time, the craftlords say they need to talk to you about a mission, but if you want I can tell them I couldn't find you." Pratty proposed delicately.

The man turned around, somewhat taken back by her accommodating nature. "No, that's not necessary. I wanna talk to that old guy about some stuff too." He said walking toward the tower's main doors.

Walking up next to him, the girl regrew her smile. "I hope it all turns out well, um... Wait!"

The man turned around at her sudden outburst. "What is it now?"

Pratty smiled sheepishly as she rubbed her arm. "It's just that, I never caught your name." She admitted, and the boy however cringed at this.

"D-Don't worry about me." He said turning around.

Perplexed, she stepped closer. "What are you talking about? I need to call you something." She explained.

He rolled his eyes. "Well that's a problem considering I haven't thought of one yet." The man blatantly announced with a sigh.

"Hm?" The silver haired girl questioned, this causing the male to reevaluate what he had just said.

The man's eyes widened as he instantly covered his mouth with one hand. 'Damn, I let that one slip. She's so damn bubbly I let my guard down.'

"Well then, We'll just have to come up with something then." Pratty commented without question, cupping her chin as she closed her eyes in thought. "What would be a good name for you?" She asked herself out loud.

Completely at a loss for words, the swordsman stared at the girl with a slightly agape jaw. 'What kind of reaction is that? This girl's a total air-head.' He began to naturally relax once again. 'Why do I suddenly get the feeling this girl's going to cause me a lot more trouble?'

(Original) Author's Notes:

I think it worked out well. The fight scene could have been described better personally, but then again it did take up most of the chapter... (Mixed feeling's...)

Renji: He was a joke that is never built upon. I could only picture Rondeau as a stubborn craftknight as a child. When he finally earned the right to gain a guardian beast, he declined. Eventually being pressured by his peers, he caved in. As a joke, he requested a summon creature who could, Hold off any army, purge any obstacle, and essentially be a one-man-army. Not expecting anything, he got Renji. Fun fact, Renji is a mechanoid. An early model run on wooden gears.

Author Note as of Sep./10/2011 update:

This update changed the beginning as well as the flashback and ending paragraphs. Oh and I edited one scene right after Rondeau ties the score up, which pretty much explains that my character is left handed. I originally wrote this because the way I ended my chapter 2 re-write, It didn't exactly connect to this one properly so... here we are again. The more I wrote this the more I realized how much I like Ureksa's character and relationship with the others. I'm surprised no one has made a fan-fic centering around him (C'mon guys, there's about 85 stories here in the summon night archive. And if my math is right, that means there's probably about 10 of us writers here. I'm sure one of us is capable of doing this. Just kidding.)

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