WARNING: I do not own Power Rangers, they are owned by Hasbro and Toei
The sounds of clashing swords echoes in my mind. I can still hear it. There is something about heroes and villains that is timeless. The belief that no matter what, the heroes rises above the villains. For my father, the Shinkengers were heroes. They are the one who beat the Gedousho and brought peace to Umihara, with their strength, honor and might.
It was chaos in the seaside town, Ranger Sentries swarming the once-bustling town as five samurai tried their best to take down as many of them as possible. They fought off the Quetzalcoatl Sentries that tried to gun them down.
"Where are these other warriors coming from?" the leader of the group growled as he turned towards a Mastadon Sentry and shoved his blade through the soldier's armor.
"I don't know, but they're not letting up anytime soon..." one of the samurai noted while fighting off a pair of Mastadon Sentries on his own, barely being able to get close without risking getting hit by their rifles.
Standing before them was the dreaded villain of the Ranger multiverse, Lord Drakkon.
Their blades clash among the burning flames. The legendary Red Samurai Ranger of the Shinken group, Shinken Red clashed with the white devil, Drakkon.
He appeared in a flash, surrounded by those black armed men as they fired at everyone. They were doing it to draw out the rangers no doubt. Drakkon knew their mentality enough to where attacking civilians would draw them out.
"It's over Rangers" the evil Ranger taunted them , "I suggest you stop struggling and hand over your morphers. Or else, I'll have my Sentries kill the civilians of this town..."
"Never, we cannot let you harm this world like you have done to countless others!" he stated before all five took out a paintbrush.
"Ippatsu Soujo!"
The five then painted their respective kanji before transforming into different colored Rangers fought them off. All of them shared the same uniform, a samurai-like suit with their respective colors, while the visors were made into the style of the kanji for fire, water, earth, wood, air, and light. Each one of them brandished a katana-like blade with a mirror at the hilt and a disk at the hilt.
"The samurai Sentai under prominence! Shinkenger! Going forth!"
Drakkon could only laugh at the five Rangers standing before him, "Then it's time you go forth to your death!" He soon out stretched his hand, "Get them!"
Immediately, the five Rangers charged forth and battle against the Rangers, Shinken Red in particular going after Drakkon himself. Meanwhile, a young ronin watched on as he tried to fight off several Sentries on his own.
He was a young man with medium length jet black hair, with a black undergarb and blue samurai armor, sans the helmet. As he held his sword tight, he began fighting off several of the blue Wyvern Sentries, Ranger Sentries that had arm-mounted blades and designs like that of ShinkenBlue.
"Leave this world at once!" he declared as he clashed blades with the two Sentries, blocking their attacks before fighting back with a powerful sword slash.
As the rangers morph, my hero, the red Samurai Ranger clashed with the evil man. The rest of the team handled the soldiers.
As they clashed with the Samurai, Drakkon simply smirked within his helmet.
"Red Rangers are always the most annoying to deal with..." he taunted as he effortlessly parried the red samurai's blade with his Dragon Dagger before slashing at his arm.
The two soon clashed blades over and over, with the latter of the two being able to read many of Shinken Red's attacks.
"I've slaughtered many Red Samurai Rangers, you're no different..." the evil white Ranger told him.
As strong, valiant and mighty as the heroes I knew and was, there were no match for Drakkon and his tricks.Several minutes later, Umihara was left in ruins as the five Samurai Rangers fought against Drakkon, but they were unsuccessful. The dictator started off by plunging his sword into Shinken Green's chest, killing him in an instant before turning to slash Shinken Yellow's throat with his Dragon Dagger.
"Green! Yellow!" Blue cried out, mourning the loss of his comrades alongside Red and Pink.
Drakkon meanwhile simply claimed their brushes from their corpses.
"You'll... You'll pay for this!" the blue Samurai Ranger cried out.
With his sword in hand, Shinken Blue angrily charged at Drakkon before being intercepted by two Wyvern Sentries. Not wanting to deal with them, he tried to move past them in order to get to the dictator, but the Wyvern Sentries kept blocking their path. Finally having enough, the blue samurai began fighting his two warped doppelgangers.
Meanwhile, both Shinken Pink and Shinken Red were fighting against Drakkon, who kept their blades at bay with his weapons.
"Pathetic!" he stated before unleashing a burst of green energy to send the two back. He then turned towards Shinken Pink and tossed his sword into her helmet, killing her.
He then turned towards the still angry Shinken Blue and began playing a tune on his Dragon Dagger, unleashing surges of green electricity towards the blue samurai and electrocuting him long enough for his Sentries to finish him off.
Drakkon crushed them one by one, till he remained, the Red Sun himself, the valiant Shinken Red fought one on one with Drakkon."You will pay for killing my comrades!" Shinken Red stated with a tone of cold, but furious rage.
"How can you?" Drakkon laughed as he stared at the very damaged samurai, "You're barely standing yourself!"
"I will never falter..." the red samurai stated firmly, "As the heir of the Shiba clan, I will defeat you!"
The two then continued to fight as the young ronin battled slayed the last Mastadon Sentry.
I was clashing against several of the black armed men. Red told me to try and get one off so we can try to escape should the worse happen. If we cannot win, we must flee and find a place to recover at. No matter how alien, a hero must rest when they can…
As he breathed a sigh of relief, the ronin rested on his blade, still plunged into the Sentry's chest. When he looked at the corpse, he noticed a band around the soldier's fist. Picking it up, he recognized it as the bands the soldiers used to enter his world.
When I managed to get one of those dimensional bands, I snagged another for Red so we can leave."Shiba-sama!" he shouted to the red samurai, "I have obtained their bands!"
He soon ran towards the battlefield with two of the bands in hand.
But that's not what happened...The ronin soon stopped in his tracks as his heart sank.
"No, it cannot be..." he muttered, stepping back in horror as his eyes widened.
Instead, I found Drakkon and my hero. Drakkon standing triumphant and holding the Ranger's morpher.
Drakkon soon grabbed the fallen brush from the fallen Shinken Red, whose helmet was cracked while most of his suit was ripped and destroyed in several places.
"It seems I've gotten what I came for..." the evil ranger said as he got the final paintbrush he needed.
In my shock, I was getting ready to strike when I saw my hero's eyes look at me. There was no triumph in it, but in his eyes, they told me one thing.
"Run, Daiki" he told the boy, "Run as far as you can from here."
Without a second thought, I activated a portal and ran to this dimension. One more in line with the tech back home, yet no one here wears kimonos or any form of bandits or samurai around here.
As a portal opened in Dimension 00, the ronin landed near a dojo, badly wounded and barely breathing. Outside, a young man with albino hair was sweeping the front of the dojo when he spotted the man.
"Oh my gosh!" he gasped, dropping his broom as he and a few other students rushed to the dying man.
"Is he okay?" one of the men asked the sweeper.
"I don't know, but he's losing blood fast..." he noted as he looked over the ronin's ragged body
Let me introduce myself, I am Daiki Masamune. I am perhaps the last free man of my world. And one day, I will take it back from that devil Drakkon.
MANY MONTHS LATER...
You wonder for yourself why I tell you this. It's simple, really. Every man has his tale, and it appears the same deal as mine. While there are no rangers here, there was also no Japan that stayed in the era my world was in. I teach myself to be calm like the wind, and strike like thunder.
The two sticks clashed as Daiki and an American, a man with short brown hair and a green kendo uniform, were sparring in front of a class of students. The beating of wood echoed in Daiki's ears as he stepped back into position. The American swordsman in response readied himself for another attack, adjusting his feet as he eyed his opponent.
After I arrived to this world, I took up residence here and go to the Utsusemimaru kendo school.
'He's learning the steps, no doubt...' the ronin, Daiki, thought to himself, 'he was still an amateur, but his footing was getting better...'
Preparing his attack, Daiki gripped his kendo sword before he taking a short breath and closing his eyes to concentrate. The two soon stood still as they waited for the other to make a move. Then, in a flash, the American raised his sword and prepared a thrust, but the former ronin dodged it before swinging the blade at his side and stomped his right before hitting his skin, causing the man breathes rapidly.
"Oh shit…" the guy muttered before Daiki 'sheathed' his sword and took a bow.
"Thank you for practicing with me Mike-san." Daiki thanked the man.
The guy, Mike, merely sighed as he shook his head and placed his hands onto his sides. "Dude, you don't have to be that formal. I did almost get you too", he reminded him as Daiki looked up and smiled.
"I know, Mike. However that was my formality slipping in" he chuckled, "I don't need to rub in the errors of your stance." He soon gave the American a pat on the shoulder, "We can talk outside about your stance and use of the sword" the ronin suggested.
Mike nodded in approval, a light smile appeared on the American's face as Daiki lets out his own smile.
After practice, Daiki went back to his hut outside the city. It was a simple little hut with a tilled roof, a raised surface, and some stairs. There was also a zen garden in the back of the hut for him to meditate in, and a training dummy in front for any additional practice
Normally, I would have asked for a place to stay, however I found it nice here in the woods. No one looking at me, no asking about where I was from, and more. It was a tranquility that I rarely experienced, even back home.
"Ahh, home sweet home..." he sighed as he entered his hut.
He soon placed his training gear down brought down his sword from it's display, the one thing he kept when he moved between worlds. As Daiki pulled off the sheath to reveal the blade, he noted that it was a bit dull, but he still decided to walk towards the training dummy out in front.
Once he was ready, the former ronin got into a stance before closing his eyes. Taking in a deep breaths, he could hear the wind blowing past his ears. Despite the breeze however, he only hears flames and screams in the background as people running away in fear from the "Rangers" using guns.
His grip tightens as he prepares to swing, imaging himself cutting a path to Drakkon roaring while he was fighting the Shinkengers, the blade cutting through the armor as each member cried out in pain. He then repeated this action over and over, hitting the training dummy with passion and fury.
I wondered, was it right for me to attack the troops with the same respect for life Drakkon had on the Shinkengers? Or should I have held back?He soon remembered when he cut down one of the Mastadon Sentries. When he looked into their eyes, they looked like soldiers; ones trained... no... tortured both emotionally and mentally to obey Drakkon at all costs. It was a sight horrific to Daiki, but one he must live with as he stopped himself from swinging any more. With this thought lingering in his mind, he sheared his sword and walked back to his hut for the evening.
After a while, he prepared to rest for the night. Having ate some roasted meat from a rabbit he caught with his sword, while not the best method for hunting, it was what he chose when decided to live in a hut. He had to work with what he got. The crackling fire burned as Daiki stared at it, once more hearing the screams and gunshots echo in his mind and in his ear.
Not wanting to think about it, the former ronin looked up to avoid staring at the fire. However when he did, he caught the view of stars shining like beacons and vanishing. It was a brilliant display of new stars as he watches them shine in a elegant pattern.
At first, I didn't know what it was, or what it entails, but it was a sign, a sign that he can finally bring justice to Drakkon at long last. No stars act like that or appear in those spots.
Daiki soon smiled as he stared at a small shrine in honor of the fallen Shinkengers and the Shiba clan members he fought alongside.
THE HUNT IS ON!
POWER RANGERS LEGEND HUNTERS
COMING SOON...
AUTHOR'S NOTE
And what's up? Ohma Revive here, and before you ask, this is the real Ohma speaking. I am aware of the incident with the guest reviews some time ago and tried to separate myself from them. Please note I do actually like some Kamen Rider stories myself, like Ri2's Kamen Rider Ex-Aid Bonus Stage fanfic and more.
As for those who are reading the latest volume of Armored War Gods? Tell Chrome I said hi and that I hope you are doing well. As someone who has read several fanfics, this will be my first legit time writing and publishing on Fanfiction dot net.
That aside, rejoice! For my part is done, and the rest are coming soon...