Destiny
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Author's Note:
This took longer than I had expected, so I'm very sorry. And also, if anyone wanted to know when I'd post up my next chapter, you could leave your e-mail address in your review.
Anyway, in my opinion, the main character is a little (or maybe) to OOC. And I got a feeling that there is something in this chapter that isn't complete. But that's up to all my readers to say about it. So, on with the story! ^_^!
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Destiny – Prologue Six : Desire as Strong as Thunder
In a remote area to the north of the forested continent, Thaedan, lies a small village where the samurai warriors, isolate themselves from the people outside. The samurais were the soldiers of the Thaedan continent back in the olden times. They were trained to battle, trained to kill innocent Gaean, and also to seize other countries during the time when wars rage with ceaseless battles, the 'Age of Darkness'.
But, overtime, these bloodthirsty warriors have conquered their instinct, their desire for bloodshed. As of now, they are a peaceful race. Their children however, were still trained; not to kill, but to protect; just in case. The elders knew, in time, they would be needed again for a different purpose. That was the prediction of famous witches and wizards of Gaea. It was prophesied that; a lone child of a samurai warrior will appears with the Holy Guardian by side, and with that, comes the time when the samurais rises again like the phoenix to protect the world of Gaea from Evil.
But due to them isolating recently, they were thought to be extinct. The whole lines of warrior, dead. It was of course, just a rumor. Their pride as powerful warriors is not forgotten in the Chronicles of Gaea. Their legends and histories were marked down in a lot of ancient texts and scriptures. None that lived in Gaea denied or forgot about their very existence, though they were feared once upon a time.
Only some still knew of their existence.
Of course, their forever rivals, the ninjas, still knew.
Back in the Age of Darkness, these two races often clashes and misunderstood each other. The samurais killed all ninjas in sight; likewise, the ninjas did the same as well. They were not known to be comrades in arms in a battle. Instead, they believed that the other existence was a disgrace. If one sides a continent, the other will sides the opposite. This fore going relation and constant battles, last to even now.
But it was soon to be time that these two races will leave behind their ancestors' traditions for the future of Gaea. It was also because of a boy, the voice of a boy. This particular youth will be the first to throw away this foolish hate. For his friends and also for his own believes.
He was also the boy who was prophesied…
The boy who have the aid of a Holy Guardian, and the almighty power of thunder…
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1008 years and four months A.D. …
Hida Iori was a normal boy that could be seen like any other boys. He was a slim but athletic boy with soft brown hair that is kept short. He also had eyes as green as the brilliant emeralds. Just a typical village boy who had his thirteenths birthday just the other day. But he was special. He is a young in-training samurai, gifted in sword arts, and talents like his famous father, his idol.
The young boy had always looked up to his father, Hida Hiroki. Hiroki was one of the first samurai to ever achieve the 'Enlightenment', the highest possible level for a samurai. Though powerful, he was still a human. He died because of a fatal, incurable illness. During that time, there was a battle with the ninjas; he was determined to win this battle. But he was too ill, and he finally died. With the loss of Hiroki, the samurais retreated and never were heard again. It was also because of this incident that the samurai' savage instinct were tamed.
Iori was greatly influenced by his father; the loss of him was just too much. He has been a loner and hadn't been speaking much ever since then. With his father gone, he only has his mother, his voice of support, and also his grandfather, a samurai master who teaches Iori the arts of samurais. Yet, the two weren't able to make the once cheerful boy to open up again. But one thing is certain. That is; the boy's sense of justice hadn't waver even a bit. In fact, it had grown even more, matching his father's.
He had always thought that humans were all equal. Neither is superior or weaker. He never hates or despises any living being. But those from the dark side should be wiped out. And he, like any other from the samurai clan, hates the ninjas, though not as much as the others. But because of his father's death, his hate towards the ninja race grew. Even though the ninjas weren't really the course of Hiroki's death, still, he blamed them. He vowed that one-day, he would rid the ninjas off the face of Gaea. This injustice will never be left alone.
Right now, the boy is headed for his sanctuary. It was a peaceful place with a waterfall and a crystal clear lake. Though it was quite a walk from his village, he always goes there right after a tire practice to ease and relieve his mind. It was also there where he felt closest to his passed away father.
Iori shifted his wooden katana that are wrapped in a cloth as he steps into his private 'holy grounds'. That place brought back many sweet moments he had with his father. He remembered that his father always brought him here. They would swim in the lake, or meditate under the cold splash of the waterfall. Iori never stopped coming here even though his father passed away when he is six years old.
He steps closer towards the waterfall via the stepping-stones. He eyed the falling waters and tiny droplets that flew around it. Without even unwrapping his wooden katana, he slices at the fall. The thick, big rocks behind the waterfall were sliced deep by an unseen force. The water parted for quite a long time before it continues flowing again.
Then, someone clapped from behind.
Iori didn't turn his head. He knew exactly who it was. There were only three persons who know of this place. His father, the founder was one of them. Iori was the second one. And the last is Iori's beautiful childhood friend, Yukisawa Mina.
Mina is a pretty, thirteen years old girl with long silky brown hair and hazel colour eyes. She was the village elder's daughter and also the genius of the village. Mina is kind, sweet, and lovely, unlike the other girls, which are all tomboys. She's also the only person who doesn't hold any grudge towards the ninjas. It was he nature; not to hate. Apparently, she's the only person who can make Iori smiles and talks a lot.
The girl said, "What perfect sword skills you have. No wonder you best the other boys in the village."
Iori turned around and smiled. He said as he walks back to the bank, "Thanks for the compliments Mina. But my sword's skill are not perfect yet." Then, he asked, "By the way, how did you find me here?"
"Am I called Yukisawa Mina or your best friend for nothing?" Mina fumed. "You should know I know where everyone is whenever I'm looking for them. Especially when it comes to you. I knew you practically since the day I knew how to interact with others."
"Okay, I take that as a sarcasm." Iori asked, "Anyway, what brings you here?"
"Nothing, just came to see you," Iori blushed at that. Mina, who didn't see it, went on, "Anyway, I wanted to ask… are you really… planning to take the trial? It's dangerous you know."
"Mina, we've gone through this a thousand times." Iori sighed and said, "I'm going to prove myself worthy to be Hida Hiroki's son. And I won't stop until I prove it. You should know that."
All the samurais have the choice to take a trial called, the 'Senshi no Tesuuto', when they came to the age of thirteen. This trial was set to prove the samurai' abilities. It was a mean to know whether they are, brave, resourceful, willful, strong, and suitable. The trial as expected, was filled with vicious creatures and full of dangerous trap. If one can passes this trial, they will gain the title, 'Enlightenment', which Hiroki have.
Mina said worriedly, "I know… but just thinking of you going to the trial grounds already gave me an heart attack." Mina shook her head and asked a different question, "Forget what I said. Anyway, how do you feel if you're going for the trial? Nervous? Anxious?"
"N-nothing."
Mina held one finger up and tsk, "You're an excellent warrior Iori. But an unbelievable bad liar, do you know that? It seems that your voice shows differently from what you just said. Don't be a liar and tell me the truth. I wouldn't laugh or joke about it."
Iori gave up. "Okay, so I am scared, so what? Everyone who wants to take the trial should feel that way. I mean, how many have died in there? Countless."
Mina nodded understandingly. 'He knew it is dangerous and yet he still wanted to go.' Mina gave an inward sigh. 'I wonder why he is always that hard to understand.' Then she asked, "When are you going to tell your mother about you taking the trials?"
"I don't know. But I will… eventually. Without her approval, I wouldn't be allowed to take it." Iori thought about it again and said, "I think I might even tell her tonight. The more I hesitate, the longer it will be for me to take the trial."
"I hope Mrs. Hida disagree about it," Mina muttered.
Surprisingly, Iori didn't hear it, or maybe he chooses to ignore it. Even if he did hear it, he would take it lightly. He understands Mina's feeling right now. Her worries on him are not a secret. But stubbornly, he still refuses to be deters from what he chooses.
Iori turned back to the waterfall and resumed his sword practice. Mina however, didn't leave for home immediately. Instead, she rests on a nearby tree and watches the boy. Her eyes not even blinking as the boy in front of her continues to swing his wooden katana in a superb way. As much as she hated Iori for taking the trial, she still gave her full supports in whatever Iori chooses. That is the way it always had been. And it will go on till the moment she lies in her grave.
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The next morning, Iori headed for the elder's house. Last night, he had a quarrel with his mother, about going for the trials. It was hopeless at first. But due to the boy's stubborn nature and his grandfather's support, this leave Mrs. Hida no choice but to let Iori do what he decides.
As he walks towards the huge house at the edge of the village, he passes the villagers who are trying to get ready for the day's works. After the breakfast, the father would go out to the farms to tend the plantation. Some mothers would stay home and take good care of the house. Some would follow their husbands into the field. Children would be under the care of someone older, perhaps a neighbor or their older brothers and sisters.
But, as Iori reaches the part where military strengths are focused, he saw the sensei, giving instructions to his or her pupils. They would listen intently and later lapsed into a training spree. But Iori is not part of it. His training is only with his grandfather, who is a retired sensei.
A girl soon greeted the boy at the steps to the elder's house.
It was Mina.
Unlike yesterday, Mina had on a beautiful kimono with sakura patterns. Her hair are braided and tied back into a ponytail, which is then made into a bun. A golden pinned in the shape of a flower, was placed on her hair. Iori didn't take his sight of her. The girl is almost perfect, and with her sweet smile, Iori was left in a trance-like state.
He stopped when Mina gave a caught. Only then did Iori realize what he had been doing. His face grew a bright red and said, "You're… you're really beautiful today."
Mina smiled and said softly, "Thank you." She moves out of the way and led Iori up the steps. As they entered the house, she told the boy behind her, "Father is expecting you today. As he had guessed, your mother would give in when you asked her."
Iori decided to change topics. He asked, "Why are you wearing a kimono today? I've never seen you wear it before."
Mina replied simply, "Just a change of fashion. What do you think about it?"
Iori said perfectly what he thought without a slight hesitation, even if it could have meant another way. "I think it was perfect. You look so beautiful in it."
However, Mina just smiled at the given response. It was more than enough. She put her mind straight, and continues to lead Iori into the meeting hall, where her father is. Of course, this isn't the first time Iori been there, he could find his way around this huge house as easily as his. It is only just a tradition that a member of the house must accompany a guest whenever there is a formal meeting. But still, it has been quite some time since he meets Mina's father. The older man had shut himself ever since Hiroki died.
They finally stopped at a two-sided oak door. The door creaks as Mina pushed it open. Though the room beyond was partially lit, it was enough to illuminates the corners of the room and everything in it. It takes only one look to surmise each and every one of the room's contents since it wasn't as large as the shrine's praying hall.
There was a stand for praying that was lit by a set of candles in an orderly fashion. There was the smell of incense, filled the room. Though the incense burner causes the room to be quite smoky, the aroma brought a calm, soothing feeling to those who smelt it. In fact, Iori felt refreshed by it.
Mina bowed to a man seated on a futon and said, "Otousan, I've brought Iori here to see you."
With that said, Mina retreated backward to the exit, still in the bowing position, and closes the door without a sound. Then the man turned around and faces Iori. The man was clearly in his sixties. His wrinkled face, topped with snow-white hair and long beard showed everything. But looks could be deceiving. At the man's side, a pair of katanas of different length was rested on a stand. And Iori clearly knew that Yukisawa Hyoki wasn't a mere old man. He was the second best samurai in this generation, after Hiroki.
Hyoki motioned for Iori to sit down on a prepared futon. Iori bowed respectfully before accepting the offer. When Iori is comfortably seated, Hyoki spoke in his hoarse voice, "I knew you would come young Hida. I've watched you grew up ever since you were born. In a sense, I know you like my very own son." He analyzes Iori's feature. "And my… how you've grown to be like Hiroki. Even your attitudes were the same." The man coughed and continues, "Anyway, the purpose of you being here- "
Iori says for the man, "- is to ask for permission to take the trial."
Hyoki said in a serious tone, "Are you sure about this decision Iori?" The older man knew what the answer Iori will give. Yet, he still tried. "The trial isn't something to be taken upon lightly. During the trial, you'll meet endless obstacles that will block you from your destination. A slight mistake could even cost you your life. If anything bad shall befall you, how could I face Hiroki when the time comes?"
Iori, as expected by Hyoki, replied, "Elder Hyoki, I knew perfectly well what I've chosen. I also knew of the dangers that dwells in the trial's ground." Iori then said in a forceful tone, "But, if I were to back away now, after a lot of begging and pleading with my mother, it was as if I was betraying my late father's wish. That is; to be the greatest samurai there ever was. If possible, even greater than he himself."
As the man looks into Iori's serious eyes, Hyoki already knew it was useless to convince the boy otherwise. He had thought, 'How irony that the two are so alike. I guess the phrase 'Like father like son' was absolutely correct.' Hyoki sighed and said, "If you're certain, then you'll have my permission to take the trial. In one-month time, you will go to the 'Shuppatsuten'. Where your trial begins." He smiled as he told the boy, "You're really brave Iori, like your father when he took the trial at the exact same age as you. HE would be proud."
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Iori swings his wooden katana wildly at random targets he had set. The dummy dolls torn apart as he landed blows and blows of strikes. Within seconds, the filling in the dummies, which are feathers, all fell out and littered the ground. Some flew around the place and Iori cut those in half. Leaving only pieces of it to land on the soil ground. Normally, a wooden katana would not have such effect. But Iori's skilled way in the art of swords had made his weapon as if a genuine katana.
When he stops, Iori sat down heavily right where he stood. Since the day he came back from the elder's house, he had been working out everyday to horn and perfect his sword arts. Though his grandfather said it was unnecessary because he had already progressed to the point where he is nearly as powerful as Hiroki. Still, this didn't stop the boy to train more or maybe to release his tensions and nervousness.
He took in lungful of air as he continues to gasp. He was so tired until he didn't even notice when someone holds a flask of water in front of his face. Iori only comes to his senses when a cup of cold water was poured onto his head. The boy looks up to find Mina smiling at him. Iori accepted the flask and greeted the girl by returning the smile.
Mina took a seat next to Iori as he gulped down all of the flask's contents. The whole time, the girl had her eyes watching the boy intently. Never once did she divert it away even when Iori waves his hands in front of her. She just slaps it away and said, "The start of the trial won't be long from now. Are you sure you're ready for it?"
Iori smiled, "As much as I hate to admit it, I'm still a little worried about it. But if you exclude that, then I think I'm in a perfect shape."
"Confident as always aren't you?" Mina smirked. "One day, that confidence of yours are going to be shattered if you keep on being your 'No worries self'. At least, think of the negative side as well."
"I did, didn't I?"
"'A little worry' couldn't be considered the negative side." Mina gave up and goes on, "Don't mind what I said… just leave it aside. It's pointless to make you tell your real feeling." The brown hair girl sighed. "Why are you always that stubborn?"
Iori countered, "Why are we having this conversation again? I thought we talked about it already, just the other day?"
Mina face darkened and turned away as she replied, "I'm just worried about you. What if you were to… to…"
"Die?" Iori complete it for Mina.
"Yes." The girl clenched her fist tightly and continues in an angry tone, "Why is it so important to take the trial? What are you trying to prove? Now, in this peaceful world, there are of no need of samurais who have the title of Enlightenment?" She stood up and stabs an accusing finger at Iori, "If you were to die, then I wouldn't be able to see you again."
Iori also stood up and places his hand on the girl's. He whispered in a comforting voice, "Don't worry Mina. I won't be dead so easily. Besides, I still got a lot of things to do." Iori pauses. The next sentence came out uncertainly. "And I promise you that you'll always have me by your side."
Mina blushes at Iori words. She didn't know what to say. She didn't even know when a simple friend relation had blossomed into love. She knew it was awhile back when she felt her heart aches whenever she couldn't see him, but she dare not tell Iori about it. Even now when the boy had said something she would always love to hear, she just stood there…
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Time passes so fast that Iori didn't even realizes it. The deadline that had been set had already crawled to the point where Iori's heart thumps the most.
At this moment, Iori was knelt in front of his father's monument, praying for good luck and the triumph over his fears that he still felt even now. His grandfather and mother stood behind him. They both know this is something serious. The older man has full confidence that Iori will pass the test. Mrs. Hida however, felt worry about her only son.
They didn't follow Iori as the boy stood up and headed out of the house; the trial is something he must handle alone. They could only see him away. Mina however, wasn't there to see the boy off. That disappoints Iori a great deal. It hurt him more that the girl didn't even see him after he had 'accidentally' blurted out his feeling for her the last time they met. It was even worse when she didn't say anything at the end of that day. Iori wonder if Mina had alienated him from her life.
But the boy leaves his disappointment and troubles behind for he knew it would only disturb his focus in the trial and worsen the situation. So, Iori continues his way to the outskirts of the village, to the mountainous region. He walked through the path, which is still silhouetted since it was a long time before the crack of dawn. He only stopped when he reached an endless flight of stairs, leading upwards to the 'Shuppatsuten'.
Iori notices that this place where he seldom comes to, have bright red arches that flanked the stairs to the very top. Then, the boy started up the stair slowly, wordlessly. Each step he took removes the fear from within him. With the passing minutes, his confidence gains and the last of his fear vanished. If one could see him right now, they could only see an overly confident boy that wore nothing but a simple clothe and shorts. The trial forbids any armor or anything that can protect from damages. But it allowed any form of weapon. In Iori case, he only took along the finest katana his family has.
Finally, the stairs end and Iori reaches an old temple where priests still prayed. One of them, who had been waiting for the boy, led him to the back of the temple. Iori could see a cave opening as he came to his destination. Hyoki was there to brief him of the trial.
When the priest has retreated to do his daily duties, Hyoki faces Iori. His face was stern as he talked with the boy, "Iori, the cave behind me is the start of the trial. All you have to do is, get in there, and retrieve back something that lies in the deepest part of the cave." Hyoki goes on, "Make sure you're ready for what is coming, no help will be send for you if something happen. If you die, then your grave will be this cold, dark cave."
Iori nodded.
Hyoki seeing that the boy is certain, said no more as he moves aside and let the boy walks into the cave…
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The cave, as expected, was dark, wide and quiet. A thin slimy layer of ooze coated the stonewall, which Iori had no idea what is it for. Other than that, there were lit torches that lined the outer part of the cave. Iori notices that it was lit recently. Someone from the temple must have done it. For the trial purpose, Iori removes one of it to be brought along.
The walk was uneventful. There was nothing at all. No traps or even creatures that he could fight with. But then, a sound from behind him makes Iori sticks to the wall. He was lucky to evade the pendulum, which had swung out all of a sudden. Iori was certain that he had not stepped or triggered anything. He had no idea what had caused the trap to be sprung. But he could feel it when he stepped into the cave; it was as if it came alive all of a sudden. Like the cave was one giant, breathing monsters. In the end, he summarized that all the traps are automated.
This make Iori traveled with even more cautiousness. His hearing was used to its limit. Though his sight in here was limited, he makes full use of it. He even took notices of small details like the changes in the cave's breeze or the steepness of the flat ground. And also, not forgetting the sound of rumbling and the screech of bats.
His alertness pays off when the ground beneath him shook in a sheer manner. He was lucky to escape in time by lunging himself forward to the ground before the soil he had just stood on gave way, revealing whatever that is beneath it. Iori felt his sweat coming when he saw countless bones suspended by stakes or lying on the spike-filled ground. Many had fallen to their death over the generation before they even reach a quarter in. The bones made Iori wondered how many had come in here to test themselves. How many have succeeded? Or even, how many have died?
Those questions were forgotten immediately because Iori could feel something is rushing at him from above. He didn't even take his chances to see what is coming as he rolled backwards. But he could feel a slight tremor that was caused by the collision of the ground with whatsoever that had tried to squish him like a bug. Iori whispered a silent thank when he was safe from harm. He was surprised that the torch that he had been holding onto was still burning. He was even more surprised that the tremor didn't cause the cave to collapse.
His relieved was short-lived because he knows that he had to continue with his trial.
Iori stood up as he brushes the dirt off his short. He didn't even get to turn and go on his way when something, obviously sharp with the noise it make, stab towards him from the cave's wall. Iori manages to get away but it didn't leave him untouched. The tip of the spear that had jousted out of the wall scratched his right arm.
Soon after the first one, others came into action. Iori ran forward, jumping from spear that tried to impale his legs, and dodging and ducking those that came above his waist length. There was to many of them coming at the same time, and to make it worst, his route in front of him was blocked by spears that jousted out and retreated and stab again.
Iori unsheathed his katana.
The blade glimmered in the dark reflecting the light of the torch. With the katana in hand, Iori threw the torch into the path ahead of him. He narrowed his eyes and focused with the poor light. Just when the spears stab out, Iori sliced their wooden handles neatly. The boy did the same with the next line and at the same time, running forward. When his path is cleared, Iori sheathed back his weapon and then bent down to snatch up the torch without even stopping.
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Iori didn't know when he stops running. All he knew now was, he is on the ground, panting heavily through the humid cave with the still burning torch on the ground after escaping from a series of endless traps. He ended in a place, which has a pond of water next to him. He thought of taking a drink to refresh his exhausted self, but suspiciousness and fear kept him from doing so. But the thirst got better of him. In the end, Iori decided to test it out. He stuck in a finger and tasted the water. It was normal enough, only with a sweet taste. Iori wasted no time and gulped as many as he could the minute he thought it was safe.
But Iori has forgotten that whenever there is a source of water in a cave, it means that there are wild animals or vicious creatures that lurked nearby. By forgetting that, the crouching boy didn't hear it when something stood behind him. It was a lucky thing that the torch was nearby. Iori could see the creature that was reflected by the surface of the clear water.
The figure in the reflection wore a full set of ancient samurai's armor and helmet. With the light from the torch, Iori could make out that the armor was vermilion in colour with yellow stripes. Iori notices that the helmet bore a crescent like symbol. But those weren't what caught Iori's attention, and neither is the rusty katana that was unsheathed.
It was the lack of flesh on the figure.
The face, there was no skin or tissues at all. Only the whitish bones were visible. And Iori couldn't see any eyeballs in the eye's socket, only a dot of red light. Its skeletal feet continue to pace forward. The bony fingers make a screechy sound when the 'skeleton' fumbles with the hilt of the sword. Iori didn't even flinch even a bit when the 'skeleton' raises its katana.
As the katana was brought down, Iori draws out his own katana with lightning-quick speed and raises it above his head with the tip pointing to the side. When the swords collide, their screeches echoed around the quiet cavern. Iori, who's still crouching, tried to hold his position. He would be dead if he stumbles or something that could cost him his life. But, the skeleton warrior, though dead, seems to still have the strength when he was alive.
Iori could feel his sweaty face, forming more sweat as he struggles to hold on. But the skeleton was not stupid though his brain have rot over the years. The skeleton warrior planted a stiff kick at Iori's stomach and at the same time, smacks aside the boy's katana.
Iori rolled away as the skeleton warrior tried to remove his head from his neck. He manages to retrieve his weapon and assumed his fighting stance. He then put his feet together and positions his katana in front of him and closes his eyes. Because the skeleton warrior moves in a slow pace, Iori decided to try out his new technique. With Iori's concentration, a brown aura was formed and surrounded the boy.
The aura then flow from his body to the blade of the sword, enveloping it. Iori's eyes snapped opens and he raises the katana above his head. Powers started to gather in sync with the growing glowing of the aura. When Iori is ready, he launched his blade art by bringing his weapon down with force. "MAJIN KEN!"
A missile projectile lanced out from the tip of Iori's blade and coursed along the cavern's ground. As it moves, dusts and stones were sent flying and the ground cracked. When it connects with its target, the skeleton warrior breaks into pieces, scattering bones everywhere. The armor had been split opened and the helmet had fell off.
When Iori was sure that the undead will bring no more harm, he sheathed his sword and clasped his hand together. He bowed lightly to honor the dead. He had no idea what had brought the skeleton warrior back to life. He thought that it was probably because of its hate and unsatisfactory of not completing the trials. But one thing he was certain, there would be many undead that he would face in this trial.
Iori gave one final glance at the pieces of the warrior and turned on his heels, continuing with the trials.
There was nothing much after that. There seem to be lest traps and there were no other creatures or undead that showed up. Thought it was a good sign, Iori couldn't help it but fidgeted nervously. Something at the back of his mind is telling him that there is something isn't right.
Then, the tunnel that he had been walking ended, and opens into a vast cavern five and maybe six times the size of the elder's house. Like the entrance, there were lit torches in this area as well. There were also stone statue that lined along the path to an ancient looking mansion. The boy was awed at the size of the building. Never had he thought that a mansion would exist in here. But Iori focused on his mansion and left aside his thoughts. He threw the now useless torch in his hand and walks down the path to the middle of the cavern.
The minutes he does so, multiple things happen at once. Sounds of grizzly wings flapping suddenly came from above him. Tunnels' openings, which isn't there a moment ago, started to materialize and various type of creature marches out of them. Statues of creatures sprang into life as well. And finally, the ground below him glowed an eerie pink colour. From where he is standing, Iori couldn't possibly see what the colored lines on the ground had formed. But if one sees from above, one could see that the lines have joined and the shape of a star that was enclosed in a circle was formed.
Thought Iori couldn't see the shape, he immediately took notice of the strange aura that surrounds the place. Being a samurai that is educated in ancient histories and spells, he knew what this strange sensation that he's feeling is. It was a dark art, a black magic. Back in those times, during the Age of Darkness, witches and wizards that had veered to the dark side uses this spell to conjure or give life to vicious creatures from the place where darkness lurks.
Iori suddenly felt himself inferior, surrounded by hundreds of creatures from the dark… gargoyles, imps, hellhounds, zombies, demons, and skeletons. Iori snaked his hand to the hilt of his sword, ready to strike down any foes that dare to come near him.
Then, out of the corner of his eyes, Iori could see a few imps – a smaller version of demons that have small wings and tails, along with long pointed ears and tiny horns on their head – tried to pounce on him. Drawing out his sword, those imps were killed with a single slash. The bodies fell to the ground and green blood oozes out of them before they disintegrate.
Iori eyes glisten threateningly. But some didn't take his warning seriously; they were cut down the moment they were in his striking range. However, they didn't back away. Instead, they attack the boy together. Gargoyles are flapping in the air, trying to swipe Iori with their sharp claws. Imps tried to distract Iori's concentration and hellhounds lunge at him with their jaws snapping. Zombies and skeletons waved whatever weapon they are holding madly, and demons maintain a distance, trying to strike whenever there is a chance.
Iori took this as the start of battle. His katana was at his side, waiting to be plunge into flesh, slices the bones, and covered by blood. "Tatsuumaki, Kogeki suru!" Hundreds of air piercing projectiles was launched at random places every time Iori's katana slashes the thin air. Small creatures like the imps and gargoyles were cut in half or loose a body parts, let it be wings, arms, legs or even heads. Bigger creatures were sliced; leaving an ugly gash that has blood pouring out of them.
When Iori stopped, a quarter of those creatures and those in front of him were lying on the ground dying or dead. Iori didn't show any compassion to them. He hated those who are evil, and he will make them pay with whatever they got. In this case, their life.
The boy continues down the path. Some tried to block his way, but Iori makes short work out of them. This seems to give the other the warning to step away and don't come near him. Indeed, they parted and let the boy through. When Iori stood in front of the doorsteps, the eerie glow on the floor, glowed fainter and finally disappeared. Those creatures from the dark disappear along with the light. Now, without them, the cavern is once again its normal self. Quiet and empty.
Then, the huge door of the entrance creaks open. The dusts were kick up considering that it hasn't been move for quite some time. And even though behind the door is dark, the huge opening seems to be welcoming the boy. Iori couldn't senses anything that threatens him, there was only a calm feeling surrounding that place.
Without thinking much, Iori enters the opening and kept his katana ready, just in case. When Iori was clear from the entrance, the door behind him shut itself. The alert boy turns around as he was engulfed in total darkness. But then, the room burst into life.
The sudden lights cause Iori to shut his eyes. But slowly, his vision was cleared and then he took in the surroundings. He was in a corridor, and the place was like an ancient castle. There were stands that held priceless vases and urns. There are also a lot of paintings of a battlefield. But what surprises Iori most is that the place was so clean, not even a speck of dust. The paintings and the decorations was as if they were new. The place doesn't seem to be abandoned for years, though from the outside it looks like the structure was about to collapse.
Iori resumed walking and with each steps, he admires the place even more. When the corridor ended, Iori pushes open the door that is in front of him. The room beyond was a hall. Like the corridor, the hall was also splendid in its appearance. There were double set stairs at the end of the hall, leading to yet another door.
The hall, being huge, was sure to home some creatures of some kind. But after a moment of inspecting, there doesn't seem to be anyone in the room except him. So Iori wasted no time and make his way up the stair and to the next door. Once again he opens the door and entered it.
This new room was very small in size. Other than bad lighting, there was also nothing in it. No decorations, no paintings, nothing. There was only a small altar at the end of the room. Iori, without hesitation, walks into the room. But then, he suddenly felt there was the presence of another in the room.
The door behind him shut with a loud bang and Iori draws out his katana immediately. His head was maintained straight, but his eyes were moving left and right to see where the enemy or enemies are coming from. His eyes stop moving when a blue smoke light thing floated from above and gathers a few meters in front of him.
It was shapeless at first, but Iori quickly notices that it took form of a human man, though it was still blue in colour. The 'smoke man' draws out a katana of his own and uses his right hand to position it at his right side. The smoke figure then held his left hand in front of his chest with his fist clenched tightly. The figure also positioned his foot at an even angle.
Iori's eyes widen at this. He knew exactly what stance the figure in front of him is using. It was the stance his father had always uses, the 'Kouseisa' stance. He wondered how this figure in front of him knows how to use it. But he wasn't given the time to think of it because right then the figure rushes forward with his katana still at his side.
Iori barely blocks his opponents weapon when it was slashed at him sideway. But the figure punches Iori's chest causing the boy to loose his stand. With the boy momentary stunned, the figure tried again to slash at him. But Iori manages to evade by stepping backward and only leave him with a small cut on his chest.
Iori, clearing his mind, put up his own stance. He holds his katana in front of him with two hands. His legs were position in a way that he could escape left or right when needed. The figure assumed his fighting stance again and lunges at Iori. However, Iori blocks away the katana by swiping at it with his weapon. With the blink of an eye, Iori had raises his weapon, ready to bring it down at any moment.
But Iori didn't notice the scabbard that had been raised up. Iori was struck by it at the temple, causing the boy's vision to blur for a moment. Iori was surprise when the figure didn't land a deathblow since he was in such an open state. Instead, the figure had jump back to its original place and waited for Iori to recover.
The act has caused Iori to be filled by rage. He felt like the figure had look down at him and do it as an act of taunting. Iori gripped his weapon tightly and lunged forward to cut down the figure's head. The figure didn't raise its weapon to protect himself or even tried to avoid it. Instead, he stood there waiting as the boy continues to run forward.
When Iori's blade was inches from the figure's head, a voice shouted at his mind to stop. To Iori's surprise, he did stop. The voice that had stopped him sounded familiar but Iori couldn't put it in anyplace since he was in a berserk state. He could only say that it belongs to a female.
Then, he remembers.
It was Mina's.
The voice belongs to Mina. The voice that had always talks with him when he's lonely. Smiles with him when he's happy. Comforted him when he's sad. He couldn't believe that he would forget it. And the reason why he stopped the life taking slash was because of Mina. The girl had always told him not to takes another life unless it was totally necessary or that the opponents were from the dark side. He also remembered that his father and grandfather had told him the exact same thing. They even said; "The art of fighting wasn't suppose to be use for fighting. Instead, it was use for protecting yourself and most importantly, the person you loved and treasured most…"
Thinking back now, the figure that he is fighting didn't emit any evil aura. There was only the sense of familiarity in the figure. So, Iori retreated and put up his stance again. This time, the boy had a smile plastered on his face. Then, the blue figure in front of him smiled back, to Iori's surprise.
The figure then lunges forward and attempted to thrust the weapon into the boy's heart. As he did so, Iori closes his eyes and remained calm. He could feel the rustling of leaves, the flowing of the water and the serene of the nature. His soul and his weapon are one. Nothing would stops his concentration.
When the figure thrusts his weapon out, it hit on blank air. The figure looks to be shocked and he quickly turned around, only to find the point of Iori's katana at his throat. The figure smiled once more and the boy returned it. They both sheathed their weapon and bowed at each other.
Then, the blue figure becomes clearer, revealing Iori's father, Hida Hiroki. Iori was astounded by it. Without his conscious even knowing it, tears were already out of his eyes. Iori rushes forward and to his surprise, he was able to hug the spirit state Hiroki. The older man return the hug and Iori could feel his father's warmth. There was no exchange of words that could describe their feelings.
Then, Iori could hear his father whispers, "My son, you have grown into such mature boy. I'm really proud of you…"
They stayed in that position and didn't part for what seem like an eternity. But eventually, the man retreated and ruffled his son's brown hair, an action he had always done on him. He then smiled with the knowledge that his son had passed the test and then disappeared.
The boy whispers as the figure continues to evaporate, "Sayonara… otousan…"
And then, the boy was his normal self again, before his father had died. Seeing his father had shed a new light in his life. Showing him that he's not alone in this world. A lot of people had supported him when the world is at its darkest. And finally, his grieve for his father death was overcome.
Iori watches as the last of his father's image was gone before he turns toward the altar. Though he didn't want his father to go away, it was already enough that he was able to touch his father again. As Iori neared the altar, he notices that there was nothing there except a stand that held a katana and a kodachi. Both the weapons were rusty from what Iori could see. He wonders if this is the 'something' he needs to retrieve.
As Iori hands touches the weapons, the room became darker than before he enter. Iori quickly retreated his hand and grip the hilt of his own katana quickly as he was covered by total darkness. His surrounding was disappearing at a rapid pace, leaving only the altar. However, instead of another opponent appearing, there was a bright flash of light and the sound of thunder rumbling.
Lightning gathered at the space behind the boy. Iori turned around and faces whatever that is appearing. When the lightning was gone, Iori could see a tiger like creature that stood on four paws in front of him. The white tiger had two long and sharp teeth protruding out his mouth like a walrus. Black striped lined his white fur. There were bracelets of some kind worn on each of his paws. Its long swishing tail had a ring on it. This yellow-eyed creature had jolt of electricity surrounding his frames.
When Iori found his voice, he finally asked the creature who he is though he was not expecting it to reply. However, the creature did reply and when he opened his mouth, he spoke with a tone of authorities. I am Byakko, Holy Guardian that have the power of thunder, and also the feral tiger that guards the 'Thunder' Holy Stone.
Iori was surprised to meet Byakko in person. He had long heard about the legend of the Holy Guardian ever since he was still a naïve child. His mother had told him about King Seferius. How he had defeated the evil king and unites all the seven continents with one council with the help of Holy Guardians. How he had brought peace and ended the Age of Darkness. But what Iori wanted to know is; why Byakko, one of the Holy Guardian, is appearing now?
So, Iori asked in a casual way, "I'm sorry, but I wanted to know why you're here at this time? Does it always happen whenever one passes the trial?"
The white saber tooth tiger answered, Not the formal type, I like your attitude. Anyway, to answer your question… no, you're of a special case. The guardian pauses. As you would have know we and Seferius had sealed the Evil away. But we had anticipated that he would be released in a thousand years time as said in an ancient prophecy. And you being here was also your destiny that had already been written before you were even born. To be united with the Thunder Holy Guardian.
Iori suddenly remembered. He had read a lot of books on prophecies in the village elder's study room. One of them mention about a boy who will have the power of thunder. It didn't make much sense when he read about it back then, but now, it was all crystal clear.
Byakko continues his story, I know that you're the one prophesied to be bonded with me, but still, I needed to test you. That is why the traps sprang by it selves and there was monsters appearing at places that shouldn't be…
Iori asked, "You mean that you were the one who created those demons back there."
Byakko replied, Yes, they were created by me through memories from the past. Thus, they are not real. That is why they are so weak, compare to the much deadlier originals. But they have served their purpose; you've proved to be brave when you took on this trial. You've proved that you're willful and powerful when you escape the traps and defeat your foe. All in all, you're suitable to be my new 'master'.
"Master?"
Yes, I need your power in order for me to reappear in your world, as we guardians no longer have our physical bodies. We have given up all our freedoms when we sealed the powerful Evil away. That is why; we guardians decided long ago that when the time comes, a new master, like Seferius, will be chosen. Byakko locked eyes with Iori as he continues, Do you accept my power?
Iori thought about it and asks, "Is there any conditions in accepting your power? And what must I do even if I do accept your power?"
Byakko answers the boy, If you accepted my power, you must first find the other Holy Warriors that are scattered around the world. I believe there is one that is close to you. But the main reason of bonding with me is of course; defeat the Evil and make sure that he will not harms or threatens the world of Gaea anymore. Byakko continues, There is nothing that I want from you in return. We guardians only hope for peace and harmony. Moreover, being bonded with you is the greatest repayment.
Feeling satisfied, Iori didn't hesitate as he said his next sentence, "I'll accept your power and fulfill whatever missions that are laid before me only if you agree that we maintain a friendly relations, not the master and tool."
That was a simple request and a perfect choice; I'll accept your terms. Now, be prepare for what's coming…
The altar behind Iori was strike by lightning all of a sudden. The boy, Iori, focuses his gaze on the burned altar. As the wooden structure collapsed, only the katana and the kodachi, which is on a stand earlier, lay unharmed, floating in midair. Iori was surprised to see the two weapons, which has been rusty and dirty earlier, was now as perfect as the finest weapon, only better.
There was the sound of thunder and an orb, the Holy Stone, materializes in midair. Iori notices the orb have a strange writing that he could read. There was the word 'Kaminari' inscribed in the magical stone. The orb floated closer to the two weapons and split into two smaller orbs. The new orbs sank and disappear into the katana and kodachi respectively.
When it was done, the two weapons floated towards Iori and stayed just inches from his face. Byakko who had not said a word when the process is going on, told Iori, That katana is called, Chirijiraden, and the name of the kodachi is, Arataka. Those two weapons have been forge by the Thunder God after the Inochi Stone breaks into fragment, and they have been called that ever since. And they, like me, can controls the elemental power of thunder. Use it well…
Iori reaches for them. As he touches the newly formed weapons, a strange sensation flowed through his body. He had no idea what it was, but somehow, seems like he knew these two weapons ever since they were forge by the God. He unsheathed the katana and admired its sharpness and stainless blade. He then fastened it on his back by using the leather belt that is already on the scabbard. The kodachi was placed on his sword belt.
Iori then turned around and faces the Holy Guardian. He bowed towards Byakko to show his appreciations, thanks, and respects. The guardian only nodded in response.
There was a sudden flash of light and Iori suddenly found he was floating…
*******
As the sun sets on the horizon, it reflected the shadow of a girl who had her eyes closed in concentration. Mina was knelt in front of a shrine, praying for Iori's safe return. She had maintained that position since she had woke up. She felt bad for not going to see the boy off. But she knew if she goes, she will only makes the boy's determination wavered. That is why, she had been praying for him instead.
But then, an arm slowly encircled her slim frame, breaking her concentration. Before she even knew it, she was pulled close to the person and could feel his or her hot breathe on the back of her neck. She tried to turn around but didn't because she knew who it was already by looking on the person's arm, which have a scar.
It was her childhood friend and secret lover… Iori.
The scar on Iori's arm was left there when the boy had tried to rescue her when she fell from a tree a few years ago. The boy and Mina had been admiring the scenery above a tree when she suddenly tripped and fell. Iori had left aside his own safety and saved the girl, but his left arm was scratch badly by the hard rocky ground. It was a lucky thing the boy escapes with no broken bones, or he would not be able to use a katana anymore.
Finally, the girl turns around and caresses Iori's face. The moment she saw his face, she knew this Iori was the same Iori before Hiroki passed away. Full of care and compassion. Mina whispers in a very shy manner, "I'm so sorry for not seeing you off… but I've been praying for your success."
The emerald eyes boy shook his head and said, "It's okay… I knew you have always been by my side all along. I could even hear your voice in the final part of the trial."
"You did?"
Iori just nodded in reply. This causes the girl snuggles closer to him with happiness. Her finger traces his slim figure as she told him, "Iori… about that day… I'm-"
But an ominous coughing from behind them cut off what the girl had wanted to deliver. And acting on a humane way, they broke apart immediately and looked at whoever who had chance in them. There stood Hyoki who says in a very fatherly tone, "I guess I must be extra precautious when the two of you are together." The two teenage blushes as the aged man laughed. It took him a lot of effort for his next sentence to come out, "Anyway, I'll leave this matter aside for the time being as we should have a banquet to celebrate our new hero."
*******
The night was a dazzling piece of work. The newly formed full moon shines it sapphire lights on the world of Gaea, illuminating the shadow of many. As the clouds had parted, the faraway, untouchable stars glitter like diamonds in the distance. The night was still young as the villagers of Samurai Village have a feast to honor the achievement of Iori Hida.
It has been a long time since the village has had a party. The last was when Hiroki gain his title. This is one rare occasion that everyone will spend the rest of the night having the fun of their live, leaving behind their 'Way of a Fighter' behind for the moment. This is a moment of joy for them. This is also the time when the village elder's house, which is where the party was held, is opened for everyone to visit.
The place is blazing with lights from torches and the blaring sound of laughter and joy. Everyone is not himself or herself; for it had taken a lot to start this party. A lot of the females of the village had made lots of dishes, which is now placed on huge oak tables. One glance and one will find that these tables are practically piling with foods and drinks.
A few men and women are dancing and singing on a temporary stage. Not a distance away, Hyoki and Iori's mother sat on stools as they discuss and refresh their memories about their old times. It was Hyoki who had suddenly brought Iori into the topic. "Your son has really grown into a fine men. He has taken what little would do at his age, and yet, he came out victorious. I'm sure Hiroki is proud of him."
Iori's mother, Hana, who wore a beautiful kimono at the moment, agreed with the man, "Yes, Hiroki must have been very happy, I'm sure of it."
The woman stared at the picture of Hiroki, which is placed on the table next to her. Although Hiroki is no longer with her, Hana was sure that her husband will be able to see everything through the picture just as long as memories of his was kept alive. And she was proven right when she felt someone placed an arm on her shoulder. However, the person radiated a familiar warm and gentleness she always loved.
Instinctively, Hana reached out and touched the hand. She doesn't have to turn her head to see who it was. But her head turn it did. She smiles as she bore upon the face of her husband. For the others in the midst of excitement, even to Hyoki, Hana was as if smiling at the starry sky. But to Hana, it was as if her dreams had come true…
Somewhere in the backyard of the elder's house where tall trees and bushes shielded them, two lover stood facing each other with their hands on each other cheek. The place where they stood was an important spot for the two of them. As they continue to stare into each other's eyes, the two lovers didn't say a thing for not a word could describe their feelings right now.
Finally, Mina broke the silence and continues what she had wanted to say earlier when her father had interrupted her. "Iori…"
"Hmm?"
"I'm really sorry that I didn't say anything on… you know when. I was just to shy and worry." The girl took a deep breath as her confidence gains, "But what I really wanted to say on that day was, 'I love you'. I've really fallen helplessly in love with you even though I'm just thirteen. I-"
Iori silenced the girl with a mere gesture. He told the girl in a soft way, "There was really no need for explanations. What had happened had happened. The important thing is that… the truth you have just revealed… And I-" Iori, being shy, paused and gathers his courage. "I love you too."
It was short and simple. But Mina could feel that each word was filled with love, his endless love for her. Wordlessly, Mina circled her arms around the boy as Iori did the same. The moment was heavenly for both of them. And it was as if nothing could break the two… or so Mina thought…
Without parting, Iori told the girl, "But Mina… I've something else to tell you other than my love for you. This might also be something that you wouldn't like."
Iori's voice sounded urgent, so Mina released her hold on the boy and asked what is it. Iori however, felt hesitant to tell the girl since they have just revealed their feelings for each other. But the boy knew this couldn't be hidden for long. So he decided to just get it over with.
"Mina… after tonight… I think I'm going to leave the village for a while…"
The girl's expression change suddenly changed into a very shocked one. She asked Iori, "Iori, what do you mean by that?"
Iori looked at Mina sadly and lowered his head. His next words came out soft, low, and sad. He explained everything about Byakko, he himself being the Holy Warrior, his search for the others, the Evil that has arise again, everything. The girl was silence the whole moment; from the time Iori started explaining to the end. The girl face looked so empty until Iori couldn't even tell what Mina's feeling right now.
When she found her voice, Mina intones it in a very angry way. "Again… every time when we are together, you'll risk your life for something else." She looks straight into the boy's emerald eyes and ask, "Can't you be a little selfish and think of yourself for once? You do not need to go for this journey. It is not to late to cancel your decision. You're just a boy that have a bright future, this burden wasn't meant for you."
Iori sighed sadly. "Mina, from the time we knew each other, there never was a time I disappoint you. But what you just said is maybe the one and only thing I couldn't do for you. I'm sorry." The boy try to sound cheerful, "Besides, what is left for the two of us if the Evil destroy everything."
Mina tried to protest, but Iori cut her off before the first word came out. Iori's voice had changed back into the serious one, "Mina… if you loved me, you should have understand why I do this…. If this momentary separation will allowed me to save millions and billions of life, including yours, I think it is worth the sadness we felt."
Mina was speechless. She had no words to counter Iori's. The boy had stated and made his point clear for her, that is; even if they are a thousand miles apart, his love for her will never dry off. It will last even when he was laid in his very grave…
So, Mina embraces the boy tighter than the first time and whispers in his ear, "I will wait for you where I always have, right here where we first met." Mina finally showed the first sign of tears. She said one final statement to the boy, "I'll be here everyday… waiting for you to come back… I promise."
As the girl finished, Mother Nature once again delivered her beauty. It was as if the nature itself was intrigued by her words. The wind whistles around them. Blowing dried leaves that had fell to the ground. Those leaves flew around them beautifully as if being controlled by someone. The bushes and trees rustled. Birds chirped, and bugs sounded the same. It was a wonderful moment displayed by Mother Nature. The two didn't even move, as they stood there and let the time passes…
The wind, as it blows by, seem to carry the girl's words in soft whisper…
Yakuusoku…
Zutto zutto matte aetan da yo…
*******
The next morning, before the sun rises over the horizon, Iori was already at the place where his journey to save the world will begin. The two weapons, which were given by Byakko, were safely on his side and a backpack was hung loosely on his shoulder. As he was about to leave, he took one last glance at his village from the top of the mountain pass and for the first time, he noticed how beautiful it was. Usually, on ground level, it looked old and rundown. But his point of view is about to change.
As he stood there, gazing, he was sure that his mother would freak out to find him nowhere in the village. He hoped that his understanding grandfather and the letter that he had left in his room would comfort his mother. Though, he knew his mother would get over with it eventually. After all, he was Hiroki's son.
The only person who knew of his journey for the time being is Mina. The girl had helped the boy a lot by giving him mental supports and also giving him the most important reason to come back alive. However, the girl did not see him off at this hour. The time he had spent with her yesterday, in the forested backyard, was already enough for Iori.
Silently, the boy asked mentally, "Where is the first place that I should head to Byakko?"
The wise voice of the white tiger answered, You should head for Miijen for the time being. I sense that a Holy Warrior will be there soon.
Iori didn't say anything. Instead he just nodded and turns on his heel, headed for the town of Miijen. As he did so, a shadowy figure appears behind the boy. Unknown to Iori, Hiroki was there, smiling, seeing his son off to change the cruel fate of mankind…
Furimukanaide hashiritsuzukeyou
sunshine day
Surimuita itami ni makerarenai adventure
Tachimukaou osoreru koto wa nai my future
Kawaita nodo ni uruoi wo kureru your smile
I'll keep on running without
looking back, sunshine day
I won't give in to the pain of skinned knees, adventure
I'll face my future, there's nothing to be afraid of
Your smile moistens my dry throat
Kokoro no oku ni sunderu yowamushi
no jibun ni
Wakare tsuge mata hitotsu tsuyoku nareru hazu sa
I'll say good-bye to that coward
who lives
Deep in my heart, and become a little stronger
Ima koso tobitatsu yuuki wo motte
Kokoro no hane hirogete mada minu mirai e
Ima kara hateshinai sora e mukatte
Mada hajimatta bakari no yume e no bouken
La la la... la la la...
This time I'll take off with
courage
Spread the wings of my heart and fly to the unseen future
Now I'm headed towards an endless sky
This dream adventure has only just begun
La la la... la la la...
Kimi no te wo nigiri saa tobitatou
blue sky height
Akarui koe to egao ga mabushii paradise
I'll hold your hand, let's fly
away, blue sky height
Your cheerful voice and smile are dazzling, paradise
Kurayami no naka mayottemo
akiramenai makenai sa
Hitosuji no hikari wo mitsukerareru hazu sa
Namida wo miseru hima wa nai!
Even if I get lost in the
darkness, I won't give up, I won't lose
I know I'll be able to find that ray of light
I don't have time to show my tears!
Ima kara namida wa misenai you ni
Kokoro no hitomi hiraite mada minu mirai e
Ima koso shinjiru tsuyosa wo motte
Itsu demo tachiagareru yuuki wo motteru
La la la... la la la...
From now on I'll try not to show
my tears
I'll open the eyes of my heart and head for the unseen future
This time I'll believe and have strength
I'll have the courage to stand up again
La la la... la la la...
Utsumuite kata otoshicha
tadoritsukenai
Kibou ni michita suteki na gooru ni
If I hang my head and droop my
shoulders I'll never arrive
At the wonderful, hope filled goal
Hashiritsuzukeyou idomitsuzukeyou tsuyoku nareru sa!
I'll keep on running, keep on trying, I'll get stronger!
Ima koso tobitatsu yuuki wo motte
Kokoro no hane hirogete mada minu mirai e
Ima kara hateshinai sora e mukatte
Mada hajimatta bakari no yume e no bouken
La la la... la la la...
This time I'll take off with
courage
Spread the wings of my heart and fly to the unseen future
Now I'm headed towards an endless sky
This dream adventure has only just begun
La la la... la la la...
La la la... La la la...
La la la... la la la...
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Translations:
Miscellaneous:
Senshi no Tesuuto – Warrior's Test
Shuppatsuten – Starting Point
Kouseisa – Justice
Kaminari – Thunder
Author's Note:
If anyone is wondering why Iori seem so OOC, I'll try to explain it. Iori use to be like in the anime. He had a strong sense of justice, soft, hardheaded, and very polite. But his father death had changed him. That is why I've altered most of his personalities so much.
Anyway, the song above is 'Keep On', sung by AiM. It is Digimon Adventure 01's second ending theme.
So, what do you think? I beg you all, kindly leave your comments in the reviews and as I would always say, if you have questions, leave it in there as well and I would answer them. And not forgetting also… THANK YOU TO THOSE WHO HAD REVIEWED!!
With that, wait for the next chapter, 'The Power of Nature Blossomed'.
