Welcome back! Man with us just getting started and all, this is definitely going to be a wild ride. Ok so a few things I want to go over this time before we begin this second chapter, Firstly, the first chapter had a SUPER long opening AN, and for that I apologize. This time it's going to be much shorter. Secondly, I would like to establish that chapters like chapter 1 are going to be rare, I will mostly focus on a couple points of view for every chapter or so without the rapid-fire swaps back to back. This is to help me establish character and character development in a way that leaves little untouched. This also optimizes the way I introduce characters to each other so I don't have to worry about messing up introductions where they are applicable. Lastly I wanted to thank you for the attention you are giving this story, it means a lot!

One final bit here for the road, I want to make this as clear as possible.

GOKU BLACK IS NOT A GOOD PERSON

Goku Black is perceived as "good" in his own eyes because he is doing what he does for the goodness of creation, effectively he's viewing himself to be a sort of "pest control" for the universe. Now that is where this story comes into play, put yourself into Black's shoes and mentality for a second. You're a grand being, the grandest there is because of the gifts of life you have bestowed upon creation, yet you've been defeated by essentially what is your race's own creations, and even worse yet by those you've considered as being less worthy to be in your presence than the dirt you walk on. Black is struggling with anger and horrid attempts at acceptance. Only when he starts finding semblances of acceptance will he begin to adjust for his new role on this new Earth. What is that role you may ask?

You'll just have to keep reading and find out!

BLACKICE

[14 Hours Later, Northern Tribe's War Room]

As usual, this place was in total chaos…

But instead of the usual territorial disputes that plagued this room, it was another matter entirely that had its occupants riled up. It was a completely secure building, from a tactical standpoint, large stone walls that had been reinforced with a broad and sectioned ceiling, a lone chandelier hung high as if to give a wide berth to the residents and their disputes below. Gargantuan doors of metal so durable that even the famed General Esdeath would have a struggle trying to blow through. And in the center, a lone round table with a map of the surrounding area placed atop it. Surrounding that table were fierce warriors of each of the Northern Tribes.

"You don't understand! If what our intelligence has found is to be true-" The man was silenced as the massive metal doors groaned and creaked, being unlocked and pushed open by the Royal Escort. Colorful and loose robes not betraying the occupant's understanding that whoever delved behind these cloaks were not unarmed, as they were trained to be assassins on par with those of the Revolutionary Army. As the Royal Escort filtered in, they took up their places in each corner of the room, eventually making way for a lone individual to follow inside.

This man was none other than the Hero of The North: Numa Seika.

With the doors closing in behind Numa, he approached the table and pulled at a pouch secured at his waist. Opening the pouch, Numa turned it upright over an area represented as being several kilometers south through the thick forests of The North. A lone village whose trading had long supplied the Northern Tribes with fresh pelts and firewood into a surplus in a show of friendship. The contents spilled forth over the indication and ash covered every corner of the area for several centimeters.

This was meant by silence, some understanding immediately at the implications, the others only just now dawning in horror of the unspoken message. And then the War Room exploded into a frenzy once more.

"I knew it! This is the Empire's doing! They are razing villages and making their way to us, just to either enslave us or to kill us all off like dogs!"

"We have no way of telling the sort of actions they will take on their crusade here, we need to prepare, send for the detachment of hunting parties immediately further North, we must stock up on supplies before the assault!"

"That won't ever work! Do you honestly believe that by now that the Empire doesn't already have us surrounded by multiple points-" A sudden slam jolted the air silent, anyone about to voice their thoughts tucked it back inside of their minds, any declarations being spoken were immediately broken. Of course, a minor few scrambled to interject.

"Enough." And just like that, all actions and words ceased by the remainder of the frenzying War Council. All eyes resumed their position on the new speaker, Numa Seika. "This is not the Empire."

Several of the War Council looked between each other, unsure of the implications.

"What do you mean it wasn't the Empire, Numa?" A large man approached from the War Council crowd, decorated in battle scars and housing a large warhammer that could easily crush a man into pulp in but a swing. This was Kronos Abdihall, a champion from one of the more heavily armed tribes that handled war like it was naught but a tame infant. Masters at their own craft if anything.

Turning to address Kronos, Numa fastened the pouch back onto his sash. "This was not the Empire, we all know how the Empire operates… It's always to siege and then pillage. Lending their soldiers the 'spoils', rape and torture regardless of age or gender." Numa paused, deep concentration apparant on his features. "But this was neither of those, there were no remains. There are very few survivors, two approximately, and they claim that their home was sieged by a lone man. Apparently he had the ability to shrug off bullets as if they never affected him in the slightest, he bellowed through houses as if they were not there, and supposedly he 'struck down the village in a blinding light.'"

The War Council was struck silent, a single man? A single man who 'struck down the village in a blinding light'? That was impossible, there were no Teigu that operated in that fashion, and the only who could come close to that description was the Great General Budo. Although intelligence still persisted that he remained inside the Royal Castle at all times.

Some of the bolder of the War Council found their grit once more and began their own outcries of rejection of the idea, it was too preposterous, too far fetched. There was no way that a lone man that could not be identified as affiliated with the Empire destroyed a village single-handedly.

An older member of the War Council, an aging chief of one of the lesser tribes, instead maintained his focus on the ash covered area of the map, tonight would be a night of mourning nonetheless. An entire village that had shown nothing but kindness to the world had been eradicated. Did they truly deserve that fate? What would be of themselves if this mysterious figure decided to rage against the combined city-state of the Northern Tribes? How many losses would there be before the beast could be brought down? Such questions were pessimistic in nature, but necessary nonetheless.

Many hours later after the debates had been settled, the War Council had come to a conclusion. They did not know the allegiance of the source of destruction of the village South-bound, but they were also wary of the Empire striking with the intelligence they had been gathering. So they decided instead to play defensively. Patrols were tripled, stockpiling resources reached an all time high, training new recruits into the army was sped up considerably, and new garrisons were formed to be on high alert guarding the city-state at all times.

They were prepared for anything and everything, come be it may a Danger Beast, man, or even Esdeath herself…

However, the Northern Tribes were not that fortunate…

BLACKICE

[2 Weeks Later]

The Northern Tribes' mourning didn't last, before long more and more reports came in of the same thing: a man in black appearing and then proceeding to destroy everything in sight. Unlike the first encounter however, there were rarely survivors. This repeated until eventually forces were dispatched to assist any lonesome-village that had no real protection, contact with these detachments were lost not too long after, investigating the disappearance of their forces and the villages the report was always the same. Destruction, and no remains.

Houses were broken and battered, reduced rubble yet not burned. A strange set of circumstances surely for an even more bizarre threat. The only sight of burns spotted were the craters that were left behind. It was as if meteors had fallen from the sky and smited the villages by the poor grace of the gods.

Villages were rapidly disappearing, until eventually all that remained was the city-state of the Northern Tribes…

[Midnight, Southern Wall of the Northern Tribes' City-State]

Yawning, a young man in armor rested his body against the stone-reinforced wall that separated the city-state from the wilds. Snow had just fallen and layered everything in a blanket of white. Taking a half-effort glance around, the young man just resigned his fate to be bored for the rest of the night until duty changed.

Sounds from behind prompted him to turn around, his good buddy apparently had just gotten chewed out by Commander Stix for pissing behind the storerooms when he thought no one was watching, it seemed like he was finally done being verbally 'spit-roasted'. "Tough night man?"

Grunting, the second young man rested right beside the first, obviously irritated. "Tell me about it, you know what bro? When nature calls, nature calls. That's it! I'll be damned if someone doesn't catch that irritating Stix pissing where he's 'not supposed to' sometimes!"

Laughing, the first young man peaked up, this night was looking better than he thought originally! "Tell you what, how about a little game of 'I Spy'?"

"Man your nights have been getting boring haven't they?"

"Aye piss off, oh wait, that might not be such a great idea for you would it!"

Giggling like hyenas the young men refocused their gaze back out into the wilds. The first looked around and spotted a tree branch just laying out in the middle of the snow-white road. "I spy something that doesn't belong."

The second young man grunted and threw his gaze out to the road coming in from the south, however the branch isn't what caught his attention, "Man?"

"Yeah? No hints though."

"No, man."

"What? I'm listening?"

"No! A man! Look!"

The first young man suddenly jerked up and threw his sight out to where his friend was pointing, there standing ominously still, far down the road, was a man in black. A stark contrast to the snowy powder that lay around him.

"Oh shit! Weren't all the other villages destroyed? Who is that!?"

"I don't know bro, but I got this seriously bad feeling bubbling up!"

"Well don't just stand there! Go inform Stix you shit lips-" Both bickering young men were cut off as the figure raised his right arm upwards, both young men watching intensely trying to understand what he was doing.

"Do...you think he is calling for help?"

They were answered when a ball of sickly yellow formed directly above the figure's hand.

BLACKICE

Sitting in a mead hall were several of the War Council, including Numa and Kronos as they sat together at the bar. "So Numa, what do you think of the prospect of marriage?"

Doing a spit-take that would make any fish out-of-water proud, Numa turned his scarlet-ridden face to glance at Kronos. "W-what? You better not be coming on to me, I am straight you know?"

Letting out a bellow of a laugh the massive-man slammed his mead down on the bar counter. "That isn't what I meant! Surely you have a lady in mind at your age? It is unbecoming of someone so young not to have any interests of that sort, no future 'Mrs. Seika' to look forward to yet?"

Sighing and setting his mead down, Numa cradled his head onto his left fist. "Unfortunately no, I would love to settle down and have a family, a wife and children to call my own… but with all that has been going on recently I haven't really had a chance."

Kronos sighed and gave Numa a look of pity, the poor guy was no doubtedly being overworked to hell and back due to the amount of sheer destruction plaguing the North. Obviously he hadn't had a chance especially in these last couple of weeks to afford to get distracted. "And how about my sister? Do you think she's doing well?"

"Ask her yourself Numa, after you are finally able to rest."
"Aye to that Kronos…"

Both men took comfort in having this moment, a rare piece of well...peace. Nothing else but the confines of the Mead Hall, no man in black, no Empire on their doorstep, just peace.

That same peace was shattered moments later when a mighty explosion rocked the entirety of the city-state, sharing a glance with Kronos, the Hero of The North bolted outside and spotted the source of the detonation. The entire Southern Wall and many of the housing areas and storerooms behind it were just gone, not set aflame, not broken into rubble, but genuinely non-existent.

Moving at break-neck speeds, Numa and Kronos arrived at the destruction and spotted a lone man with strange black clothing floating through the gap he had created. It didn't take long for him to notice the two Northerners before him. And so he spoke. "Do not fret. You will both join them and the rest of your kind soon enough."

Numa immediately put together a correlation between the description of a man in black with the current figure. It all fit together perfectly now. Snarling, Numa brought up his spear to face this unknown figure. "You! You're the one who's been going around destroying every sign of intelligent life in the North! Do you even know how many lives you have extinguished so far you monster?"

Regarding Numa with a disgusted look one would give a pile of shit on the edge of the side-walk, the figure replied. "Of course I don't keep track, what a meaningless question from such a meaningless insect."

The man then descended down to ground level and tilted his head ever so slightly, so that the moonlight perfectly caught a strange green earring. And with a toothy snarl-like grin, the mysterious figure brought his right hand up once more to charge yet another Black Power Ball. "But if it helps you feel any better, disgusting mortal. I'll add you and everyone else here to that count, if I can estimate correctly there are more than 400,000 Ki Signatures here. So… that would obviously make you two numbers 399,999 and 400,000!"

Numa only sharpened his glare at the mysterious man. "What?"

The man then threw the attack...but not at Numa or Kronos…

Hello everyone! Woo what a strange take, I haven't really noticed any plot development on the Northerner's side in Akame Ga Kill, just that they served as an introductory stepping stone to Esdeath. I know I said that some characters were going to have character development, but keep in mind that plot armor is nearly non-existent in Akame Ga Kill. With the exception of course being Black here considering that nothing on Earth has the potential to hurt Black, let alone kill him...maybe…

Something to tease you all with later for sure. Outside of that, thank you again for your time and please consider favoriting and following the story so that you can catch us next time on Black Ice!