Hello all. First of all I'd like to say that this is a collaboration fic by
myself and Devil's spawn (not a current member of this site.) This fic is
SORT OF a crossover, as it is based on Yoshimitsu. The reason it has two
titles is because it follows
Sword of destiny: yoshimitsu in tekken (written by devil's spawn)
Sword of Justice: Yoshimitsu in soul calibur (written by neko.me)
We hope you all enjoy it!!!
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Sword of justice, sword of destiny.
Night into Day, Day into Night. From Darkness to Light, Bad to Good, Evil to Innocence. The choices we make are the choices that will condemn us when we die and we shall be sent to a place where our choices will linger and haunt us for an eternity or lead us to divinity. The day of judgement is a day for all to be weary of.
Our decisions follow us, as does our past. Many of us fight to right the wrongs that we have caused; almost all of us fail.
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A man stands alone, veiled by the shadows of night. His sword slips back within its sheath with a silvery hiss. The warmth of day slowly fades like a breath of warm air on a cold day. He who leads a life of stealth and shadow, formerly known as the sole saviour to people now forgotten; a knight in shining armour, a man that would give up his all without a second thought. He lives now, without the burden of his past, a tale as substantial as a cloud on an otherwise clear sky. Redemption and deeds of the goodly kind is his base of life now.
He is Yoshimitsu.
Sword of destiny: yoshimitsu in tekken (written by devil's spawn)
Sword of Justice: Yoshimitsu in soul calibur (written by neko.me)
We hope you all enjoy it!!!
* * *
Sword of justice, sword of destiny.
Night into Day, Day into Night. From Darkness to Light, Bad to Good, Evil to Innocence. The choices we make are the choices that will condemn us when we die and we shall be sent to a place where our choices will linger and haunt us for an eternity or lead us to divinity. The day of judgement is a day for all to be weary of.
Our decisions follow us, as does our past. Many of us fight to right the wrongs that we have caused; almost all of us fail.
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A man stands alone, veiled by the shadows of night. His sword slips back within its sheath with a silvery hiss. The warmth of day slowly fades like a breath of warm air on a cold day. He who leads a life of stealth and shadow, formerly known as the sole saviour to people now forgotten; a knight in shining armour, a man that would give up his all without a second thought. He lives now, without the burden of his past, a tale as substantial as a cloud on an otherwise clear sky. Redemption and deeds of the goodly kind is his base of life now.
He is Yoshimitsu.