Felt like putting this story out there to be ready for when I'm at a good stopping point with my Love Live. Chapters after this will be about 5k long. No schedule. Might add Chapters 1 and 2. Feedback is always appreciated. :)
Me (SOD)*Ahem* Let's see. So this is the whole Kiseki lore. Hmm, okay. Andrew, hand me my shotgun.
Andrew: Here you go.
SOD: Thaaaaaank you. Let's see... Rean's the protag, get's all the girls, eh... father is actually... yadda yadda... Cold Steel 4...
Andrew: So what are you going to-
POP POP POP!
Andrew: SOD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
SOD: What? I'm destroying the story.
Andrew: WHY?! WHAT ABOUT THE CONTINUITY?!
SOD: Screw the continuity. And screw the logic too.
Andrew: But SOD!
SOD: What?! Rean can literally get every girl in the story because he's the quote on quote nice guy who's oblivious to everything so I see no problem in splitting that with my OC. Besides, I'm giving them official pairings anyway. Will some characters be OOC? Probably, maybe, I don't know. But see this? *Pulls a stack of paper left over*
Andrew: Oh you didn't destroy all of it. Thank goodness.
SOD: Of course not! That would just be crazy! I got everything I need right here.
Andrew: I'm scared to ask where you're going with this.
SOD: Where do you think my dear buddy? To a place where the story is practically the same but I change some things here and there to fit in with my beloved OC.
Andrew: So this story is all about Relon. Wait then what was the point in using the shotgun?!
SOD: Nah, more so it's about Relon and Rean from both their perspectives. As for Claire, we'll get to her at some point when I start the actual Cold Steel 1 story. And look. Machias' shotgun has been something I've always wanted to use so I'm using it!
Andrew: Okay... Wait, so are these chapters just backstory?
SOD: Basically. Instead of having bits and pieces of backstory here and there for the readers to figure out if we jump straight into the main story, I might as well get it all out there now.
Andrew: So I see the pairing but the others will get some love too I'm hoping.
SOD: Of course! If I wasn't shipping my OC with Claire, it was gonna be Laura and how could I leave Elliot out, the literal healer that saved us numerous times through our playthroughs? Though I will admit I never used Machias and Jusis unless I had to. Still love the duo and all the others the same. Anyway, enough chatting, on with the fic!
Fire. The burning element spread throughout the forest as far as the eye can see. Smoke rising to the dark sky as flickers of cinders completely showered the ground floor. The sounds of only the falling lumber could be heard over the fire itself. Yet, as loud as both were, neither could drown out the sounds of a crying infant. At least, not to the trained hearing of one man. Making haste through the fire, he stops before the tiny human being.
Both the infant and something at its feet are covered in cloths. A simple question draws the man's curiosity. He's a very built standing 6'3 and weighing around 300 pounds. His body seemingly all muscle with his legs being extensionally long. He has red wavy hair, thick black eyebrows, red eyes, and tan skin. He's wearing a black shirt and pants with kung fu shoes.
"What's a child doing here? "
He had plenty more but those questions would have to be put on hold due to the flaming wreckage around him.
Picking up the child, he holds the little one close to his chest. Hunching over, he inhales a breath of air as he rears a fist back. Thrusting forward towards the ground, he stops just an inch off. The sheer momentum releases a blast of wind colliding with the ground dispersing into all directions. In seconds, the strange flames that appeared out of nowhere vanished. The only trace being the destroyed trees and ash-filled wasteland itself.
Standing back up straight, the man releases a sigh to gaze at his work. Satisfied that the fire has ceased. Feeling some squirming, he refocuses to the cause for him being there in the first place.
Eyeing the infant, he can't help but give a chuckle.
"You enjoyed that didn't you, little guy?" The baby's response is a small chuckle, its tiny arms reaching for the man.
Looking at the giggling child, two questions that bothers the man's curiosity appears.
One; how had this child survive for so long without even a scratch on him in this fire? A fire that has been raging for what the man found out to be hours having heard of this from a passerby. And two; wait, what was two?
Swoosh!
Hearing a sound far off in the distance, he glances seeing the clothed object speeding his way. A second later, he catches it between two fingers. The tip of whatever mere centimeters from his head.
"Oh yeah. What is this? Seems like a weapon. Then again, weapons aren't alive."
Curious as for what weapon could seemingly spring to life, he sets the child down as he removes the cloth from the weapon, a note falling out.
Looking at the note on the ground, he picks up the note as he fully unwraps the weapon revealing a sword.
With a black handle curving slightly, the blade itself has gold edges with the inner color being a variety of deep red shapes.
The boy's name is Relon Lucinance. The sword is his. Don't bother trying to take it. You'll regret it.
As if the sword knew the man had read the note, it suddenly comes ablaze in red fire, the man dropping it instantly on reflex. Landing on the ground, the fire goes out. Momentarily taken aback, the man goes back to finishing the note.
If you're willing to take him in, the kid's all yours.
"Seems whoever left this boy has some knowledge of both him and this sword."
Curiosity growing, he stares wide-eyed as the sword hovers just off the ground as it moves past the man to lay on the ground next to the infant.
"It seems bound to the child. And it seems no one can use it. I wonder..." Eyeing the child, he bends down grabbing the baby's tiny hand moving it over to touch the handle.
Sure enough, the odd sword doesn't catch on fire.
"So the child really is the only one. Could it be he's immune to fire? That would explain my first question. But as for what he and this sword are doing here remains a mystery." The man comments eyeing the child playing with the sword's handle.
Did it allow me to hold it so it could see the child? Does that mean the cloth blinds it yet it can sense this boy?
Deciding to ponder such questions for later, he walks over picking up the cloth before moving towards the child.
"Don't know if you can hear let alone understand me, but if it is alright with you, I would like to get this child relocated somewhere more safer. And by that, I mean take responsibility over him." He speaks to the sword.
Minutes pass, the sword seeming to judge the man for it to suddenly lift from the infant's grasp as it twirls around the cloth before settling in the man's grasp.
I'll take that as a yes then. In all my years, I never thought I would end up talking to a weapon let alone a sword. He mentally chuckles placing the sword at his waist before picking up the infant.
"Now, how would you like to come with me?" A coo in response is enough of an answer as the now trio walks off through the destroyed forest.
Dead trees and charcoal as far as the eye can see. No one knew of the cause to the mysterious fire and many would soon speculate what put it out in the near future. Regardless, the once luscious portion of the forest now destroyed soon gained a name from the surrounding villages; Ashland, the dead forest that expels heat as if it is alive.