Guyver unit 07: Chronicles
Chapter 1

Training

Disclaimer: This is my first Fanfiction story, but my fourth story over all. None of the things pertaining to the Guyver anime, manga, or movies (both live and animated) are mine. I am simply borrowing them. However, the characters are mine, just not their Guyvers.


The young man sat cross-legged on the floor of the jungle. Silently listening to the sounds of the bird's squawk and the trees rustle 60 feet up in the harsh wind. The sky was darkening again thanks to the perpetual rain in this area. As he sat meditating and listening to the forest the rain started to pour down.

Then the silence came. It wasn't complete silence for the trees still creaked and rustled in the wind, and the rain continued to pour, but the birds had stopped chirping.

Without warning a sliver of blue white light left the shadows impacting into the tree behind the young man. The light bore a whole straight through the tree before fizzling out on the other side. As the young man straightened up again, after bending to his left to avoid the blast, he jumped to his feet. Then had to quickly dive role forward to avoid four more blasts that came from several other directions. Once again on his feet he found himself facing his first assailant.

(Now Seeing as this is a "Guyver" ®© Fanfic, I think most of you should know what a "Zoanoid" ®© looks like. Right??? But for the benefit of the rest of you I will attempt to describe one.)

What it looked like was a genetic experiment gone wrong, a nightmare given flesh, bone, and bio-metal. The beast was the size of a man, with three claws on each hand. His feet were covered in a boot of some sort. The boot divided his inside toe on both feet (what would be our big toes) from the rest. The only other thing of note were two spikes protruding out every so slightly from a mound on the beasts forearm. As for the rest of the things body it seemed to be covered in multiple metal plates, formed perfectly over every muscle the creature had. In the seems between the plates there seemed to be red bands entwined around the creatures body, and these bands gave the impression that they were in perpetual motion, slithering around the beasts body.

This scene, however unusual to you or I, was nothing new to the youth, he had seen these things before, had fought them and won.

In the next second the casual observer would have only seen a short blur of motion and then the beast flying through the air and crashing into a tree, head first.

As for what the warrior saw?

He saw a seven-punch flurry that was all easily blocked by him and then a kick that he deflected wide spinning the bio-metallic demon around. With his back turned the demon didn't have enough time to turn and block the kick that launched him forward.

The young man didn't stop after the first one, though, for before the first even hit the tree, which was four feet in front of him, the young man had started into the fray with three of the other creatures.

As the flurry started a dozen limbs shot out at the young man. The rapid successions of punches and kicks were unimaginably brutal and unrelenting. Each attack held enough force to shatter stone, and enough speed that the human eye would only register the exploding boulder.

But despite the speed and the strength of the bio-metallic demons the youth did not sustain a single blow. With a fluidic motion resembling water, the youth ducked, parried and avoided every attack with effortless precision. Then in a feat many would think impossible the young man forced the three backwards.

Staggered and off kilter, they had to fight to keep their balance. As the young man stood up straight, coming out of his battle stance, the concentration on his face betrayed nothing of his thoughts. Not one bead of sweat graced his face, and not one bruise or red mark dared show itself.

As he stood there eyeing the three demons, he heard the slightest shuffle of feet across the wet leaves littering the ground. With a quick back flip he dodged the two charging assailants. As the two Zoanoids slid to a halt on the wet foliage, they turned around only to see and feel two sneakers impact into their faces sending them stumbling backwards into their comrades. After landing on his back, thanks to the over rotation from the back flip split kick, he quickly flipped back to his feet.

With all five in front of him now he could, without distraction from any hidden opponents, attack without holding back. As a mischievous smirk crept across his face he charged, even before the grin had completely come to fruition. Before the metallic monster could even react he was off the ground, and headed for the nearest boulder. Then with a sound resembling metal being crushed in a compactor, the head of the beast was gone.

With a flicker of static the holographic overlay disappeared from around the robots body. The monster was gone and what was left in its place was a machine. The silence that came after was suddenly shattered by the howl of the other four.

The spikes I mentioned earlier that are on the creature's forearms are, in reality, three-foot long retractable sonic blades. These blades could cut with such precision that a laser would be hard put to match it. The blades were even double edged and lay flat on top of their forearms.

The young man laughed at their show of force. Slightly bewildered at his ease they paused unsure of what he was laughing about. Then they understood, for two bio-metallic gauntlets had appeared on the young mans arms and hands. The young man was a GUYVER, and from what they had seen a powerful one, but he wasn't using his entire armor. They knew he was just toying with them.

The youth stood there in the midst of his adversaries continuing to grin.

The Zoanoids were cautious now; they surrounded their target slowly closing in, step by step. The young man was not scared or intimidated by the slowly closing circle of blades and bio-metal, though.

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The youth was rain soaked, his thin shirt clinging to his thin, but well defined, muscular body.

With a quick flex of his muscles from his shoulder, to a quick clench of his fist two mini spikes shot up and out into a pair of 3 foot long, double edged reverse sonic blades. He retracted them quickly, though, with a single thought and in the blink of an eye.

The youth brought one arm up into a ready position, putting the other behind his back, seemingly to dare the one in front to make a move and attack first.

The beast's expressionless metal face showed no reaction to the obvious bait. But it couldn't resist the chance to attack its opponent at an obvious disadvantage. So, it struck out with one of its blades aiming straight for his heart. The Zoanoid on the left and the one behind the young man followed suit on instinct. The last one a bit slower than the others lashed out with his foot hoping to force the Guyver back and impale him on one of the others blades.

Just before the blades struck their individual marks the youth jumped side ways, executing a perfect one handed cartwheel, over the kicker's head. The Guyver put his hand under the robot's chin pulling the metallic monster's head backwards. This gave the youth enough leverage to swing his legs down into the back of the Zoanoid; this move threw the beast off balance.

Stumbling forward the sonic blade of one of his own impaled him through the chest at the seam in its breastplate. (This seam runs from its neck to its abdomen, straight up and down.) Showing no respect, for the machine that appeared when the holographic-emitters failed, it sliced upwards in one fluid motion dividing the robot in half.

With three left the youth new that this fight would end quickly. Excepting the fact he rushed in.

The Zoanoid's not expecting the rush had little time to react. Their blades still extended in front of themselves, the best they could do was back slice the youth at shoulder height, and hope to make contact with flesh and not blade. But, to their dismay, that is exactly what they met, at least the ones on his right and left met blades. The one on front seeing an obvious opening between the young Guyver's upraised arms, attempted a stab at his stomach.

(Now the next few movements are hard to describe but I will try.)

The stab came as the youth had anticipated. Weaving his stomach to the right the blade missed, and as if on queue the rest of his upper body went into motion. His left hand reached out latching on to the beast's wrist on his left, while in the same motion bringing his right elbow up.

The one in front had no time to block the close range attack, as the youth's right blade came up slicing a line up the creatures face. On impulse the thing brought its hands to its face, forgetting to retract its blade. So as the arm came up and back the youth pulled the robot on his left into the blade severing the arm and blade from the beast. Then to top it all off, in the same motion he reached backwards with his right hand latching on to that beasts throat, picking him up off his feet and throwing him over in to the robot on his left that had just lost his arm. The two beasts were both thrown backward landing in a jumbled heap of limbs.

The one in front still holding his sliced face suddenly had something else to worry about, as he felt a sonic blade pass through his chest, the same one he had just aided in severing. The Guyver left the blade buried in the robot's chest. The holographic-emitters died before the machine even hit the ground.

The other two had finally untangled themselves and stood up, the one shooting sparks out of his severed right arm. The youth charged again without hesitation. The two robots sliced with their respective blades in wide arches aiming for his neck hoping to decapitate the Guyver. But all they found with their blades was air. Then they felt the blades in their torsos, looking down they could see them protruding out through their stomachs

As they fell forward the youth pulled on his blades drawing them out of the beasts bodies.

With the last two finally falling the rain stopped and the artificial environment shimmered then disappeared all together, leaving a forest of various sized white poles in its place. All the poles slowly began to be retracted into their holes except for a couple that needed repairs.

With the simulation over the youth headed for a small white door at the far end and the locker room on the other side.

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Thanks for Reading
Dr. Pepper Jr