Chapter 5-Torrent

"After the nine of us had been created from the armor of the Demon Lord Talpa by our sire, The Ancient One," Torrent began, "The Monk entrusted me to the Mouri family."

"Wasn't that a Naval Family?" Hardrock asked.

Torrent nodded as he continued with his story, "The one thing I liked about the Mouri Family was that the entire family had a great respect for the sea and all its living creatures. Even today, there are very few people who have as much appreciation for the sea and its living creatures as the Mouri Family."

"Is that something you look for in a bearer?" Mia asked.

"It helps," Torrent smiled, "but it's not required. There are many people who love the sea that don't have the qualities that I look for in a bearer."

"Such as…" Cruelty asked, pushing Torrent for an explanation.

"The ability to trust that everything will come out alright in the end." Torrent continued, "Also, the willingness to look at what's important, and not what's on the surface. But most importantly, someone who will use my powers for benevolent purposes."

"So that's why you chose Cye?" Mia questioned.

"Yes," Torrent smiled.

Venom laughed, "You do realize that you chose a young man who in, as the mortals call it, "Elementary School" wore his sister's underwear one day to "school"."

"It was an honest mistake," Torrent glared.

"Right," Venom smirked sarcastically.

"Will you shut up about that," Halo glared, "it really was an honest mistake."

"Like the time your master's family dressed him up as a girl?" Corruption sneered.

"He was a sickly child," Halo shot back. "For some strange reason, the mortals believe that dressing a sick boy up like a girl makes that child easier to take care of."

"That's not a good enough excuse flashlight," Corruption sneered.

"I'm glad to be a "flashlight"," Halo smiled, "at least I can look into your head and see if the space cadet has any brains."

"YOU LITLLE…" Corruption yelled, jumping up from "his" seat, ready to strangle Halo.

"WILL YOU TWO STOP!" Cruelty yelled, "I SWEAR, YOU TWO FIGHT LIKE AN OLD MARRIED COUPLE!"

"THAT'S NOT FUNNY!" Halo and Corruption yelled in unison as Mia, Wildfire, Strata, Torrent, Hardrock, and Venom started laughing. Illusion glared at the laughing armors, "can we please GET BACK TO THE STORY!" the armor yelled.

Everyone shut up. "Thanks," Torrent smiled.

"No problem," Illusion nodded.

"Before I chose Cye to be my master," Torrent continued, "I traveled around the world. I ended up in America around the time period the mortals call the "1850's". At that time, America still had a shameful institution called Slavery; it was a sickening institution and I was repulsed by it. While I traveled, I met a slave named Dred Scott. He was trying to win his freedom by using the "Court System", as the mortals call it. I tried to help him gain his freedom, believing and trusting that the same system that he too trusted and believed."

Torrent then narrowed his eyes, "But the system he had put his faith and trust in failed him. I was so angry that they had betrayed this man's trust that I was ready to take Mr. Scott out of the country."

"You could have made him your master then and there," Venom replied.

"I couldn't" Torrent shook "his" head, "It would have been very suspicious to see a "slave" walking around in armor. Plus, I couldn't accept him being my master."

"Why?" Cruelty asked.

"While Mr. Scott and I were preparing for his case before the "Supreme Court" as the mortals in America call it, we became good friends. The friendship we had prevented me from claiming Mr. Scott as my bearer. I couldn't see him as my bearer, and he couldn't see me as a suit of armor. We were friends, and everything that was expected in the Armor Bearer-Armor Relationship just didn't feel right."

"You know better than to become attached to a potential bearer before they do become your bearer," Corruption scolded.

"Some armors aren't always lucky to have potential military bearers," Torrent snapped.

"What do you mean?" Mia asked.

"It means that my story is next," Corruption smiled.