Summary: Genichiro wakes up in Inazuma after the events of Purification. His actions there grab the attention of the Tenryou Commission which causes him to cross blades and arrows with a certain tengu.
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The Tengu and The Samurai: Prologue
The land of eternity, the land of lightning, the island nation overseen by the Almighty Shogun and her Shogunate, Inazuma. For a year, the nation's been closed off due to the Sakoku Decree, no one able to go in or out of the nation, and during that year an order was issued that would be cause for civil war, the Vision Hunt Decree. An order that stated any and all people who had items known as 'Visions' were to give them up to the Tenryou Commission, whether willingly or forcefully. An order that was stopped when an alien Traveler and a Ronin of the wind stood up to the Narukami Ogosho. After the war, peace talks ensued between the Leader of the Resistance, Sangonomiya Kokomi, and the General of the Tenryou Commission, Kujou Sara, and while they were successful, they were almost ruined by the lingering remnants of a secret police known as the Fatui. Due to the lingering remains of the Fatui, Tenryou Commission soldiers were sent out on patrol regularly to find any suspicious activity and have it investigated to see if it was the actions of those snow dwellers, and one patrol would find something that would taint the lands with their blood.
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Pain. That was the sensation he felt when he awoke in an unfamiliar field. A beach with a massive wrecked ship. The man was adorned in armor that belied his agility, a kabuto helmet covering his head. Over the armor was a haori, torn apart and stained with blood. At his side, a tachi and on his back, a massive greatbow, both weapons that should slow down any person who used either to a crawl when used individually, let alone both, but this man carried them as if they were part of him. He wondered where he was initially, the look of the land and surroundings being so unlike the ones he was used to, but those thoughts ceased when memories came flooding in.
Disgrace. Humiliation. Powerlessness. These were the feelings of the heretical hand of Ashina, Genichiro. The stab in his chest was not healing, and even if it could, it wouldn't matter as he was on his last legs. The cause of his condition? A one armed Shinobi clad in orange, guarding a small child. The Shinobi of the Divine Heir. Wolf, or as Genichiro's grandfather called him, Sekiro. Even with the Black Mortal Blade, Genichiro had yet again failed to best this man who he had left for dead initially and so, with the black blade in hand, he decided to do something drastic. "In the end, I was powerless, but… Grandfather was not. The Dragon Blood surging through her veins." As the man brought the blade up to his own neck, he said his final words. "With this, Ashina's long night has come to an end." The blade severed his own neck, and from that wound, his grandfather would come back in prime condition, while he departed this world.
"!" It all came flooding back, his final duel against the Shinobi of the Divine Heir, Ashina burning to the ground because of the Interior Ministry and that Demon, and most of all his sacrifice to resurrect his grandfather to restore the land of Ashina. "My neck… it's healed… but why? Why isn't Grandfather here? Where is Ashina?" Genichiro noticed he had his armor again, but the Black Mortal Blade was nowhere to be seen. Confused, he got up and walked away from the beach, but he didn't get far before being stopped by soldiers in purple armor.
"HALT! TENRYOU COMMISSION! IDENTIFY YOURSELF!" A group of no more than 8 soldiers halted the man in strange garb. He looked like a samurai, but his armor and haori were unfamiliar. Furthermore, those massive weapons on him. They were intimidating, sure, but they were confident he couldn't move around much with those weapons encumbering him, and him struggling to even stand up and walk only affirmed that notion.
"Tenryou… Commission?" Genichiro looked at the soldiers confused, what was this Tenryou Commission they spoke of? Why was the armor they wore unfamiliar to him? Just where in the name of the Buddha was he?
"Hey, is it just me or does something seem off about this guy?"
"You mean besides the fact he's looking at us weird?"
"I don't think a Fatui would act like this, maybe we should just let him g-" Whatever the soldier would say would be cut off by the next statement.
"Excuse me. Do you know where the land of Ashina is?" The man finally asked, and in response, the soldiers looked at him in confusion before finally saying,
"Ashina? Buddy I don't know where you came from but we're in the land of the Raiden Shogun. And no one's ever heard of a land here called Ashina."
"... What?" Genichiro looked shocked upon hearing those words. They'd never heard of Ashina? Impossible, it was home to his grandfather Isshin Ashina who had been the most feared warrior to ever have lived. A man who single handedly held back the Interior Ministry in his prime, how could they forget such a ma- "Raiden… Shogun?" It suddenly 'clicked' in his head. A shogun. Of course. If there was a shogun ruling these lands then of course they'd bury Ashina and anything relating to it. "So my sacrifice… was for nothing… Ashina is… gone…" With that revelation, Genichiro emitted a low, rumbling laugh that almost verged on growling, and slowly started unsheathing his sword.
"SIR! YOU HAVE UNTIL THE COUNT OF FIVE TO SHEATH YOUR WEAPON OR WE WILL APPREHEND… you?" The soldier's sentence was cut short when he noticed his arms were missing, cut off in the blink of an eye, with the man that was once yards away now only a few meters from his face. "Wha-" Whatever the soldier's next words were were cut short along with his life, a single blow decapitating him in an instant.
"FOR THE ALMIGHTY SHOGUN!" The soldiers attempted to rush the man, for there were 7 of them and only one of him. He only killed the other one because of the element of surprise right? Those notions were shattered along with one of the soldier's armor as the man delivered an elbow strike, crumbling it and the poor wearer's stomach. Despite the two massive weapons that were supposed to encumber the man, he moved around with speed even Vision wielders would struggle to be at with weapons that large, the soldiers could barely keep track of the man, and that would prove to be their downfall. One was stabbed through the stomach and completely bisected with an upwards slash, another attempted to gain distance but was subsequently impaled with a single arrow. One soldier attempted to sweep the man's legs with his spear, but the man simply jumped a considerable distance especially with the armor he was wearing, and split the man in two with the strike. The 'fight' lasted a grand total of 15 seconds. With the only living thing left standing being the armored man, now stained in blood. When he felt that there was no chance they could stand back up, he walked away from the scene of the carnage, his blood stained sword in hand.
"Ashina… is gone… Grandfather… is gone… I sacrificed everything… and it's all gone… I have nothing left… Nothing, except hatred." Genichiro resolved to burn this land to the ground, as revenge for the Interior Ministry burning Ashina to the ground. Little does he know that this land is not his, meaning the Interior Ministry isn't even here as this land isn't even Japan, but even if he did know that, it wouldn't matter. After all, vengeance is blind, and he would have his.
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"... By the Shogun…" A patrol came upon the scene of Genichiro's slaughter, and to say they were horrified was an understatement. They never saw anything this bad even during the civil war between the Shogunate and the Resistance of Watatsumi, most of them even threw up at the sight, but nevertheless they tried searching for a survivor, and miraculously, they found one somehow still breathing. His leg and arm were no longer attached to him, but he was breathing. "I'VE GOT A SURVIVOR, HE NEEDS IMMEDIATE MEDICAL ATTENTION!" All that shouting would drown out the whispers of the delirious amputee.
"a demon… it's…a demon…"