Nothing Lasts Forever
Chapter 1
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The young man ran towards the burning village. Smoke filled the air along with the putrid smell of cooked flesh making him want to gag. The fires that had been set still hadn't died down, catching more and more buildings on fire. Screams of the villagers still filled the air as they ran in chaos from swordsmen.
Blood covered everything. The crimson liquid laid in pools around dead bodies and the young man splashed through it, splattering it further. A swordsman targeted the young man, raising a sword to him, but he deflected it with his Sakabatou. The reversed blade sword quickly knocked the sword out of the mans hands and knocked him unconscious with a blow to the neck.
The young man turned around in time to see a long slender sword slash through the air, connecting with smooth flesh. It tore through it easily, covering the sword in blood and staining the ground with it. The older swordsman looked over to the boy with the Sakabatou and grinned. Without hesitating, the man let loose a battle cry and ran towards him. The young swordsman dodged the clumsy attack and hit him on the back of the head. He then looked around for more people that would need his help.
It was to late for him here though. Most of the destruction was to far in for him to help. He looked around in sadness at the damage that was done. The rest of the rouge swordsmen were already well on their way, having left after the job was done. Nobody in the village was left alive.
He cursed silently to himself and started on his way out. He couldn't rest. He couldn't bury the dead. More villages would be destroyed and he needed to warn as many people as he could as soon as possible. It would be at least two days before the swordsmen attacked again. The young man needed to get to Edo, and fast. This was to much trouble for him to handle alone, and he knew the perfect people who could help. For the first time in two years he would be returning. He was still young. A child in most people's eyes. But that didn't take away from his skill. He was trained by one of the greatest people he knew. Not that he would ever admit it.
He ran down the dirt road, exhausted. Nobody in Kyoto had been able to send word to Edo to get help. Somebody should have seen it though. Someone should have noticed that all the swordsmen were concentrating in one place. This wouldn't be the first time a revolution would have been planed, but it was the first one to actually work. Now countless deaths were piling up and wars would soon ravage the lands again. The Meiji era had fallen and sixteen year old Myoujin Yahiko had to warn Kenshin of the trouble.
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So what do you think? This is my first Kenshin fic. Tell me what you thought in a REVIEW! Should I continue? Was this chapter any good? Was the spelling and grammar and whatever else ok? Do you like it? Criticism is appreciated greatly.
Chapter 1
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The young man ran towards the burning village. Smoke filled the air along with the putrid smell of cooked flesh making him want to gag. The fires that had been set still hadn't died down, catching more and more buildings on fire. Screams of the villagers still filled the air as they ran in chaos from swordsmen.
Blood covered everything. The crimson liquid laid in pools around dead bodies and the young man splashed through it, splattering it further. A swordsman targeted the young man, raising a sword to him, but he deflected it with his Sakabatou. The reversed blade sword quickly knocked the sword out of the mans hands and knocked him unconscious with a blow to the neck.
The young man turned around in time to see a long slender sword slash through the air, connecting with smooth flesh. It tore through it easily, covering the sword in blood and staining the ground with it. The older swordsman looked over to the boy with the Sakabatou and grinned. Without hesitating, the man let loose a battle cry and ran towards him. The young swordsman dodged the clumsy attack and hit him on the back of the head. He then looked around for more people that would need his help.
It was to late for him here though. Most of the destruction was to far in for him to help. He looked around in sadness at the damage that was done. The rest of the rouge swordsmen were already well on their way, having left after the job was done. Nobody in the village was left alive.
He cursed silently to himself and started on his way out. He couldn't rest. He couldn't bury the dead. More villages would be destroyed and he needed to warn as many people as he could as soon as possible. It would be at least two days before the swordsmen attacked again. The young man needed to get to Edo, and fast. This was to much trouble for him to handle alone, and he knew the perfect people who could help. For the first time in two years he would be returning. He was still young. A child in most people's eyes. But that didn't take away from his skill. He was trained by one of the greatest people he knew. Not that he would ever admit it.
He ran down the dirt road, exhausted. Nobody in Kyoto had been able to send word to Edo to get help. Somebody should have seen it though. Someone should have noticed that all the swordsmen were concentrating in one place. This wouldn't be the first time a revolution would have been planed, but it was the first one to actually work. Now countless deaths were piling up and wars would soon ravage the lands again. The Meiji era had fallen and sixteen year old Myoujin Yahiko had to warn Kenshin of the trouble.
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So what do you think? This is my first Kenshin fic. Tell me what you thought in a REVIEW! Should I continue? Was this chapter any good? Was the spelling and grammar and whatever else ok? Do you like it? Criticism is appreciated greatly.