The Fourth Sword of the Fang: Tetsunga
Chapter2: The Party
Garbed in my new water-rat robe, I stood before the well with my parents. My mother told us to join hands and jump into the well. We did so, and I felt the familiar catch as blue light engulfed us. I had been scared crapless the first time I had to jump down that freakin' thing. Now, I thought of it as fun. I wasn't paying attention, so my landing on the other side of time was less than graceful. Mother started climbing up the ladder placed on the inside of the ancient well. Father quickly followed suit, with me right behind him. We stepped out into the large courtyard of the Higurashi shrine. I guess you could say my last name was Higurashi, as my father didn't have one. We were greeted by Souta, who is now twenty-three years old. He was only eight when my parents met. Not hard to imagine, seeing as my mother was only 15 at the time. "Come on in, guys! Mum's waiting for you!" Souta called as he ran to meet us at the well. "Happy Birthday, Dienku!" This was gonna be a blast!
During the first part of the birthday celebration, everyone manage to comment on how grown up I looked in my new robe at least once, and Father told everyone about the 'huge, fearsome youkai' Sangi and I slew. After a lavishly made dinner and birthday cake, Father announced that it was time for me to open presents. The first one was from Souta. He handed me a small, colourfully wrapped box. Inside it was a sapphire pendant shaped like a dragon, with silver details and emerald eyes. "Wow, thanks uncle Souta" I said while putting it around my neck. From grandma I got a pair of leather moccasins that had somehow turned blue. My mother gave me a big box, but when I opened it , there was only another box... Then another, and another until I found a medium sized box with a carefully folded quilt (I don't know how she fit it in there!) and something called a 'digital camera', which she said would capture a picture of something or record something moving and play it back whenever you wanted. Then it was father's turn. He handed me a long package, wrapped in plain brown paper and another box wrapped similarly. He told me to open the long one first. I unwrapped one end and cut the top of the box out with a claw, then stuck my hand inside a grasped the hilt of a sword. It felt perfect, like it was made for me. Unfortunately, I didn't have long to marvel at the weapon, for about two seconds after I grasped the hilt, the damn thing zapped me.
I woke up a few minutes later, my arm numb from the force of the sword's zap. Father was leaning over me, a clawed hand on my shoulder. He was smiling, which I didn't find comforting. What, was he TRYING to take my arm off? Well, whatever. As I sat up, I found that I felt surprisingly strong for someone who had recently been unconscious. Then I got my first real look at my new weapon. It had a bronze coloured hilt, with a large blue gem set at the end. Currently it didn't look too spectacular. The blade was rusty and tarnished, and the cloth around the handle was coming off. " Take it," Father said "and watch"
I picked up the sword, and jumped nearly a foot in the air when it transformed. The rusty blade became new, and the cloth at the handle no longer hung in shreds. Another second later, the blade grew, becoming about five feet in length. The blade took a shape similar to the Tessaiga, complete with fur around the crossguard. I hefted the mighty sword, and everyone in the room cheered.
I was a man.
Well, there's chapter two for anyone who's reading. I know they're short, but I hope they will be longer soon. I hope to update at least once a week, but my friend is typing it and revising, so some might have a longer wait thanothers.Special thanks toEndevorer for reviewing! Once again, REVEIW!