I'm still learning how to draw. Man, it's so hard. Wish I had talent for arts, but unfortunately, I don't. Still tryna draw some fanart that I can use as a cover for this story. I have been trying my best, so don't worry. I am still drawing how Tatsumi would look like in his Imperial Arm. Maybe I'll also draw some scenes that I have written in the earlier chapters, if I have the time to do so.
If you guys wanna have the right feels when reading this chapter, simply listen to the opening and ending soundtrack of Bungou Stray Dogs. Also search up the meaning in the lyrics. You will find it to be pretty relevant in this story, sooner or later.
I have labelled the perspectives upon the request of some. Hope this would help in easier reading.
Now, let me inform you that Tatsumi's past isn't as normal as what I have let on so far. There are plenty of details in his dark past, which I have decided to paint it even darker. I may put some hints of what actually happens. This arc is one of the long one, which may span from 5 chapters to 10+.
As for pairing, some of you have suggested many different choices. Some suggested Akame, others wanted Esdeath, Chelsea or some other girl. A harem was also recommended. I have little knowledge and experience of romance, so I will try my best to write them when the time comes.
Volume 2: Chapter 3: Hunter or Hunted III
{Tatsumi's Perspective}
"And this is the Red Light District. Basically, if you want live a normal life, this is the place you stay away from. All kinds of dangerous people dwell in this district. Just stay away from here."
I have been showing these three girls all around the Capital, taking them to various places that I think would be popular to them. Other than the Silk District, which was a pretty large area, they have yet to express interests in any other places I have brought them to.
I mentally sighed. I had not come to the Capital for leisure purposes, and thus was unfamiliar with most of what the Capital has to offer for travellers. I tried my best, finding places where I think girls around my age would prefer.
Why did Manic ask me to do this again? Can't she have just brought them around another time if she had some other things to attend to?
I mentally sighed. It was pretty tiring. Half of the time I had thought that I was talking to myself. They didn't talk much during the tour. The only conversation they made were between themselves and was done in whispers. I can sense this awkward atmosphere between me and them.
We arrived at the doors of the shop. At least this was over. We did get some food while touring the Capital and thus it sated my hunger for a while.
"And that concludes the tour. Do you have any other questions?
There was no reply. They simply shook their heads before making their way into the building. I guess trusting me is going to take a while.
I walked into the shop, hoping to make myself some dinner. I made myself some fish and chips. Once I have eaten enough, I proceeded to my room. I have little time to rest before I start my mission.
As usual, I have to kill some corrupted nobles who have overstepped their boundaries. The list of people to kill seems to be constantly piling up. Just how many are there?
I laid down on my bed. The voices in my head kept speaking, telling me all kinds of things. Since most of them are like destroying the world, I generally ignored them. I must have gone crazy. Since when do people have voices in their head? Then again, maybe these voices are my thoughts? It isn't a possible theory when the words of these voices doesn't correspond to my actual thoughts.
Without any warning, my eyes gradually closed without my knowledge and I returned into the world of emptiness. This time, my surroundings showed me something else. Something that I have never seen before.
I was standing on the surface of an ocean of some black liquid. There are some things that sticks out from the ocean. Gravestones. I can't see myself, considering this dream was viewed in first person.
Drop by drop, some of the black liquid started to rise towards the sky. It was not just from this ocean of liquid. Drops of black liquid were also coming out of my own body. All of them gathered at a point in the sky and formed a ball of black liquid. Eventually, once it got to a large enough size, the sphere begin to deform and change into….something. I can't describe how it looked. The black liquid no longer look like a fluid. It looks like some sort of black-colored gas.
I did not see the end of the transformation. My attention was captured by something else. There was someone underneath that mass of black liquid. He was the exact copy of myself. The only difference between him and me was that his eye sockets were filled with the black matter.
A demonic voice echoed in my mind. It sent chills down my spine. My body was shaking, and i can't stop it. I can feel myself slowly deprived of air. I feel like I'm suffocating.
Someone, please make it stop.
"Soon, all shall be yours."
My eyes were instantly opened. I shot up from where I was lying. My body was drenched in cold sweat and I was shaking uncontrollably. It took a while, but eventually I recovered. My mind wasn't functioning as I wanted to, and the voices in my head are louder than ever. With every second, the voices are getting much harder to ignore.
Just what was that? That was a dream, right? If so, how can I be so frightened of something my mind made up?
I tried to laugh it off, but I simply can't ignore it. I glanced towards the clock that hung on the wall.
Oh, crap. I'm late for my mission. I ran out of the door to my room, pushing the events of what just happened into the deep recess of my mind.
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{Akame's Perspective}
Another mission.
This time, I was tasked to assassinate some corrupt noble who has been exploiting civilians and bribing some of the court officials. These kind of jobs are pretty common in the Capital. Boss has once claimed that she would be even more surprised if such requests were no longer present.
This time, I would be paired up with Sheele. We are required to take the noble's life tonight. Of course, Boss has anticipated that we may not be the only ones who received this mission. We were briefed upon what we need to do if we were to encounter them.
Kill them, or if a favourable situation presents itself, capture them so that we can obtain valuable information.
I ran atop the roofs, heading towards my destination. As usual, no one below us on the streets noticed us. Yet to be on the safe side, we chose to traverse a less crowded route.
It tooks a while since the mansion was located far away from the gates of the Capital. We eventually arrived at the outskirts of the mansion. It was quiet, with the chirping of crickets the only sound to be heard anywhere. No light peeked through the windows of the mansion.
The occupants of the mansion must have already fallen asleep, though it is an unusual timing for them to do so. It is more common for them to sleep a few hours later. Also, where are the guards who are supposed to guard the mansion. It is normal for guards to always be present at the doors, even if they have ended their shift and are waiting for other guards to take their post.
Something here doesn't add up. Where are the guards who are supposed to guard the place. Even if they were to abandon their posts, shouldn't they have already been back? It isn't normal to leave the premises unguarded.
With my curiosity rising as each second passes, Sheele and I approached the mansion cautiously, wary of any ambushes that may have been placed. What if those guys were already here before us. Could the target have already been killed.
Realising what may have happened, I sprinted towards the front door of the mansion. Without any clarification, I pushed open the front door to the mansion. Corpses are strewn all over the floor. Down the corridor, I can hear the faint sounds of fighting. It seems the other party has yet to take down the target. We would be able to determine the identity of these people who has been stealing our jobs and also ascertain their motives.
I ran towards the source of the noise. The sounds grew louder and louder with each step I take.
I signaled to Sheele to ready our weapons. We ran into a group of people weapons drawn, killing anyone that got in our way.
This may take a while, considering the amount of people present.
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{Tatsumi's Perspective}
I admit. I wasn't ready.
I was paired with Joker for my current mission. On our way, I have talked to him about the bathroom incident that he got me into. Well, it's more like me talking all the time. His mask hid all of his facial features, making it impossible for me to discern what expression he is currently wearing. The only clue I got as to how he feels was the shrug of his shoulders. He must have felt apologetic, right?
Well, we got to our destination earlier than we had expected and begin our work. Joker pointed me to one of the doors down the endless corridor of the mansion. I had thought that he was telling me, in his own way, that the target we were suppose to kill was behind that door. With not even the slightest doubt, I opened that door, only for a few dozen pair of eyes to focus on me.
This was the room where most of the guards of the mansion was stationed. Of course, seeing an unfamiliar face and also a sword strapped to his waist, it didn't take long for them to connect the dots. What happened next was the longest chase of my life. I could swear that I have ran through the entire mansion just to shake them off. It didn't work.
There was a large number of guards hired in the mansion, and they displayed excellent teamwork. It didn't take long before they had me cornered. With no other choice, and my partner gone to who knows where, I unsheathe my gladius. (A/N: Gladius is a type of shortsword)
I slashed at the guards, all the while running throughout the mansion. Joker was already gone. I doubt this is a prank, considering how I could be killed if I became careless. Perhaps he has a plan.
For now, I did the best I could to survive.
Perhaps it was by coincidence, I found myself on the third floor of the mansion. My hit-and-run tactics must have brought me to a higher ground. The amount of guards in this mansion is shocking. If I were to kill one, two more would replace the one who has fallen. There seem to be a never-ending amount. I was already cornered. Swarms of guards blocked my escape as well as every corridor I could have ran to.
I stopped running. I placed my sword in front of my vision. I looked for any opening I could exploit in the guards. I could see some of them being out of breath. Their stamina must have ran out when they were chasing me.
Without hesitation, I charged towards the closest guard who was panting. He was taken aback for a moment, before he steeled himself for my attacks. I swung my sword horizontally, which he blocked with his sword. The other guards also charged towards me, possibly to attack me all at once. I swept under his feet, causing the guard to fall. I changed the sword in my hand into a reverse grip and stabbed downwards, straight into his neck.
Not wasting any more time, I pulled out the blade and charged towards the next guard. I thrust my blade forwards, hoping to stab him. He had tried to attack me, hoping I would abandon my stab and block his strike. I simply ducked under his swing and stabbed him in his shoulder. I pushed him off of my blade. Another guard charged at me, which I moved away from his path. I avoided the slash of his blade and plunged my blade into the place where his heart would be.
I continued my fight for survival. Avoiding every strike that came for me and attacking when there was an opening. This didn't last long, as I could see one of the guards in the corner of my eyes raise his sword. I can't dodge or block the blade, considering how I am currently occupied with the other guards around me. If he swings it down, I'll be seriously injured, and even end up dead.
I need to do something.
Of course, I exerted more strength on my sword, pushing away one of the guard. I raised my sword towards the guard who had his sword raised, hoping to block his swing. Though my sword was already in place, his sword was still above his head. His eyes were focused on something else. In fact, all of the attention of the guards are fixated on something else.
Someone on the other side are killing the guards, and at an alarming rate. I need to escape. We were briefed that there are other assassins from Night Raid who might be our enemies. We need to avoid having a confrontation with them or things would become troublesome for us, or so Hikari says.
I looked around me. Some of the guards around me were wearing the expressions of fear on their faces. I need to find Joker and inform him about what has happened. I started running towards the office of the noble, which was located on the top floor. Anyone who tried to get in my way would get a sword in their body and left lying on the ground.
However, since most of the guards were focused on the attacker, I was given a relatively safe passage through the mansion and eventually reached the office of the owner of the mansion. I pushed open the door. The dead body of the noble lay in the centre of the room. I looked around the room. It was a very spacious room, with book-filled shelves standing against one of the walls in the room. It was very neat, if I were to ignore the blood stains on the floor and wall. Joker was rummaging through the shelves for something. His eyes didn't even dart towards my direction when I entered.
"Look, we got to go. There seems to be other people present in this mansion. They could be the ones Hikari warned us about." I exclaimed.
Joker turned towards me and nodded. He grabbed some of the books that were on the shelves and placed them into a sling bag which he brought along. I didn't see clearly what sort of content was placed in the bag, but they seemed important, considering how he took an extra effort to not damage it. I shut the door, hoping to at least be able to run without them knowing which way we went.
Joker packed everything and nodded to me, signalling to me that he was ready. We ran towards the window and jumped. I braced myself for the landing. It hurts, but it was bearable, considering how I rolled upon contact with the floor.
I picked myself up from the ground and ran. Joker was leading the way, bringing me towards an alternate route that they commonly use to escape any pursuers. We took a sharp left, then continued running through the alleyways. Joker signalled to me to split up, hopefully to increase our chance of escaping successfully. He motioned to meet up at the base outside of the Capital and ran into another alleyway, leaving me alone. I thought to myself. First, I need to go somewhere crowded. The only place which is crowded right now should be the Red Light District. It leads directly to the South Gate of the Capital. I really don't want to go there, but for the sake of not being caught, I am left with no other choice.
I ran, putting all I have into each step. I looked back. There was someone who was following me. Since I was moving, I can't see her clearly. I don't intend to find out who she is. My mind is in disarray, providing me all kinds of suggestions. The voices in my head are ringing louder than ever. They were constantly chanting how I would fail, how I would die, how I would suffer. I ignored them, or at least tried to.
No matter how I tried to lose my pursuer, she would always find me. Is this what they call unlucky? I pulled the hood of my jacket over my head and ran into the crowd of people within the Red Light District. Everywhere, people crowded the area. There were people everywhere, and also many things not safe for children. In the corner, I can see a brothel, with men of all ages entering the premise. In the alleyways were people in suits and tie with sunglasses. They were standing on guard, preventing me from seeing what was going on in that alleyway. I ran past all of this, not stopping for anything. Every corner that I turn would just lead to another den of criminals.
Ignoring my surroundings, I reached the South end of the District. Just a few streets more and I would reach the South Gate. There were lesser people here as compared to the Red Light District.
I looked behind me again, only to find my pursuer still on my tail. The faith that I had clung to moments before had slowly faded, replaced by uncertainty and doubt. Will I make it out alive? My chest hurts. Each breath becomes more and more laboured. My movements are no longer as agile as before. I am surprised that I was even able to run for so long without stopping. I ran past the Gate and headed for towards the East, where a dense forest exist. The southern side of the Capital does have forests, but they weren't as dense as the ones on the east side of the Capital.
Anyways, the forest around the South Gate of the Capital would be my last hope of losing my pursuer. It risks having our base of operations revealed, but I'm certain that they are smart enough to hide the entrance. I have never been to the base outside of the Capital, since I was made to look after the shop. They did give us a rough description of where it would be, but it was sketchy.
How do you expect someone to know where it is when you say that it would be 'in a clearing in the middle of a forest'. There could be many clearings in the forest.
Since my mind was working tirelessly, I tripped. I didn't pay attention to my surroundings. I tried to stand up, but I pushed myself away instead. A blade was embedded firmly into the ground seconds later. If I had not moved, I would have been stabbed. I wasted no time and tried to stand up. The pommel of the sword was slammed into my stomach, knocking all of the air out of it.
I can't inhale, and it hurts a lot. I kicked the person in the stomach, but was blocked by the blade of the sword. I took a closer look at my attacker. I have met her before. Raven black hair, blood red eyes. Just like before, her eyes were lacking of any emotions. I was unsure why I wasn't killed in that encounter back then, but I doubt she would let me off this time.
Putting all of my weight onto the sword, I pushed myself away from her. I landed onto the ground a few meters away from her. I drew my sword and put it before me, ready for any attacks she may have.
She dashed towards me, releasing strike after strike on my sword. I tried my best to withstand it, but failed. The strength behind each strike was tremendous. Eventually, the sword was knocked out of my hand. The tip of the blade was raised to my neck. I was forced to raise my hands, signaling my intention for surrender. She moved the blade closer, forcing me to take a step back, then another, and another. Eventually, my back was touching a tree. I have lost any chance to escape.
"Who are you?" she asked me.
She must have wanted to confirm my identity, then ask about my affiliations with Hikari and the others.
The voices in my head are now chanting, chanting for me to be killed. It keeps getting louder and louder, before their voices were the only thing I can think of. A splitting headache erupted in my mind. The chants were louder, and louder. I could hear it. I was like as if there were thousands of people around me chanting that one word. That one word that was constantly on my mind at present moment. I was no longer able to think rationally. I clutched my head, hoping to drone out the voices. They were getting louder and louder. My surroundings was slowly losing color. Everything around me was blurry. I can't see clearly. I tried squinting my eyes to regain my sight, but it wasn't working. My vision was slowly fading to black. I wasn't sure if I was already unconscious, or if I was just incapable of seeing. I could see that dream again. The one I have had this morning.
I was standing on the surface of the black liquid. Before me, was me. Every feature of myself was reflected onto the person before me. The only difference was his eyes. Just like before, the sclera, the iris of his eyes were black. It was the darkest shade of black I have seen. It looked like light could have been absorbed into them. His expression reflected boredom. He walked towards me and stopped just a few distance away from me. The mass of black liquid and gas was no longer there.
I started sinking. No, sinking isn't accurate. I was dragged down into the black liquid. The skeletons of people were squirming underneath the ocean of black liquid. Their hands were reaching out of the surface of the liquid and latched firmly onto my legs. I tried to struggle, but was not able to. It only caused me to sink further. I was sinking, and can do nothing to stop it.
This procession was observed by me. The other me. The corner of his lips were lifted upwards to reveal a twisted grin. The black liquid has already reached my neck. I was panicking. I can't feel anything below my neck. The liquid was slowly climbing. It reached my mouth. I tried holding my breath, but it never worked. I was forced to eventually let out whatever air I had been holding. The black liquid begin to flood into my mouth. I breathed it in. I was suffocating. I can see white spots in the corner of my vision. The last thing I saw before being swallowed by the black liquid was that same mass of black liquid and gas hovering in the air above me. It had formed into something. Something I had never seen before. I was unable to determine what it was, but it gives off an aura of despair.
My world blacked out, or at least lost all of the light.
Am I dead, or am I alive? What's going to happen to me? This was the last thing I can think of, before the world around me faded back to nothingness and eternal darkness. I was once again, in that pitch dark void. Drifting, until I awake again. Whenever that may be.
Though I feel that if I were to awake again, things would become very dangerous.
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{Akame's Perspective}
I slashed at the last guard that was in the hallway. The tatoos begin to climb out of the wound that I had inflicted on him. I went all the way to his head, before it stopped spreading. I had seen someone run off during the fight. He must have went for our target.
I motioned for Sheele to head for the target. Sheele and I ran to the top floor, where the office of the noble resides. I pushed open the door. The noble was already dead. His corpse was lying in the middle of the room. I looked around the place. Books from the shelves were scattered on the floor around the shelves. There was no one in the room. The windows were open.
It seems he has jumped out of the window. I ran over to the window, only to see two figures running away from the mansion.
"They're running away."
I jumped out of the window and chased after the two.
At some point, the two of them split up, maybe in an attempt to decrease the chance of being caught. I motioned to Sheele to chase after one of them while I chased after the other. He ran through the alleyways, into the main street, into the Red Light District and out of the South Gate of the Capital.
He had ran into the forest. I was surprised that he could run for so long. Most professional assassins have trouble with running constantly for long distance, so for him being able to do so was simply astounding.
Maybe it was fatigue, or it was sheer bad luck, he fell. He must have tripped on the uneven surface of the forest floor. This gave me the time need to catch up to him. I drew my sword and stabbed him while he was on the ground.
It found its way into the forest floor. He had pushed himself away at some point. He had tried to stand up, which I didn't give him the chance to do. The pommel of my sword was sent into his stomach. He raised his legs and tried to kick me, hoping make me stay away. I lifted the sword and blocked his kick with the blade. He, instead exerted more force onto the blade. He jumped with his other leg, and using the leg that was blocked by my sword, he jumped again away from me. Once he landed, his sword was already out of its sheathe.
I rushed at him with a furious torrent of attacks. He did a very good job trying to not get hit. I exerted more strength into each strike, and successfully knocked his sword out of his hand. I lifted the sword and let the tip of the blade rest around his throat. He got his hands up, signaling his intent to surrender. I must be careful and not kill him, not until we have all information he knows out of him. I took a step forwards, and he instinctively took a step back. This continued until he was cornered into a tree. I can't have him run away when I'm off-guard, if he can lower my guard that is.
"Who are you?"
This should be the best way to to start an interrogation. Ask for his identity, and find out his affiliations. He is the only lead we got. His hood was still covering his face, making it hard for me to discern his facial features.
He said nothing, nor did anything. He was shaking though. Maybe he trying to cry, or is he frightened? That couldn't be. He was trained in combat. He should know the difference between practice and actual combat. I raised my sword and used it to take off his hood.
The face underneath the hood was someone I did not expect. I've seen him before. That kid at the Harvard Mansion. What's he doing here? And did he become an assassin? So many questions flooded my mind. He looked like he was in a trance. His eyes are distant.
Is he okay?
Maybe it was my imagination, but is his eyes turning darker? The temperature around me rose. The grass around us started to redden, and then turned black. Something isn't right here. What is he trying to do?
On instinct, I jumped back. The ground where I was standing on burst into blue flames. I looked back at the boy in front of me. He still hasn't moved, or made any intention to run. It was like as if he was possessed.
I don't like what would happen next. With my sword ready, I charged at him. The pommel of my sword slammed into where his solar plexus would be. I wanted to knock him unconscious. Hopefully, by doing so whatever he was doing would stop. The boy fell onto ground face down.
Yet nothing seems to have changed. The grass around the unconscious boy starts emitting trails of steam. Eventually, that area started burning with blue flames. The boy, perhaps awoken due to the pain, started screaming. Some of his skin on his arms were burnt off and melted, revealing the flesh underneath. Black fluid began to flow out of his exposed flesh. It started flowing, covering itself over the boy like a second skin. It was surreal.
This boy has obtained an Imperial Arm.
The black substance hardened, and begin to morph. It changed into an armor.
The flames started to flow into the cracks that appeared on the armor after it has hardened. It took a few moments, but eventually all of the blue flames in the surrounding went into the armor. Since the cracks were still present, a blue light was emanating from within the armor. Blue light underneath the helmet, which I perceives as eyes stared at me.
This is the black knight that Mine has been talking about. It was surprising that it had been the boy that I saw at the mansion before.
I wondered why I had not killed him, or at least recruit him back then. If I had done something back then, wouldn't this situation here been prevented?
I lifted my blade and charged.
The black knight before lifted his hands and reached into a region of black space that was beside him. His hands went in, and pulled out a sword. It was midnight black, with purple veins on the blade. The blade of the sword was emitting a black aura. It was like as if the blade was consuming the light around it.
By the time I reached him, his sword was already out. I stabbed forwards, only for him to block with the flat of the blade. I wasted no time and pulled the sword back, and stabbed again. His sword would block every strike. I tried again. I swung the blade horizontally, and he parried.
He stabbed. It would have worked, if I had not jumped back. He chased after me, launching a flurry of strikes as he does so. I evaded most of his strikes. The ones that I can't avoid would be blocked by my sword.
I need to end the fight quickly, and fortunately for me I have just the weapon for it. My sword, Murasame has a deadly poison in the blade, which has no cure. Just one cut from the blade and it is more than enough to kill someone.
I brought my sword out. If I can cripple his defense, I would be able to stab the blade through the cracks in the armor, killing him.
The boy had potential. If he was not caught today, he could have attained the skills that would rival the Great General. It seems like a waste, but in our current fight it is either him or me that survives. I could just run away, knowing how he looks like but we are unsure if we can find him again now that he knows we are aware of his identity. Killing him would ensure that he would not become a threat to us in the future, and his Imperial Arm could be retrieved and use in the coming war against the Empire.
He swung his sword horizontally, which I responded with a parry, which used all of my strength. My parry revealed an opening, which I intend to make use of. I pushed my sword into the cracks in the breastplate. He jolted for a few seconds, before he fell forwards face first. He landed with a thud, and remained motionless.
I sheathe my blade and walked away. I have taken yet another life. I remembered back to the night where I first saw the boy. His eyes back then reflected pain, like as if he had lost someone dear to him. Yet at the same time, there was also something else.
Relief. Like as if a burden was taken off of his shoulders.
I have no idea what he went through, but I doubt he would feel sad and relieved at the same time.
The sound of movement broke me out of my reverie. What was that? There was no one here with us, which could only mean t-
I jumped away from where I was, and the spot where I had stood was replaced with a blade. I turned back to the black knight, to see him standing just a few metres away from me. He must have thrown his blade at me. He went over to retrieve his sword.
How is this possible. I was sure I have stabbed through his flesh. He couldn't have survived. The poison spreads fast and has no cure for it.
My sword was out of its sheathe and I prepare for his strikes. He picked up his sword. The flames within his armor started to emerge and swirl around the blade of the sword. He raised his sword vertically above his helmet. A pillar of blue flames that connected from his sword to the skies was formed. The trees and grass around me started turning black, before it broke. It turned into black particles, before it floated into the armor. That pillar of blue flame is bound to attract attention.
The pillar of blue flame was eventually brought down onto me.
For the first time since joining Night Raid, I was drowned by fear and hopelessness. I was unable to do anything to save myself, before blue was the color that flooded my vision.
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Elsewhere
{Third Person's Perspective}
It was night time, yet a single pillar of blue light was present in the skies. It was not as bright as the sun, but was bright enough to capture the attention of the people throughout the lands.
In one of the cities in the Eastern Nation, a girl peeked through the glass of her mansion. Her eyes landed on the phenomenon in the sky. Her face displayed awe, before changing into a grin.
"I've finally found you, Onii-sama."
Finally, this chapter is done.
Let me explain the contents of this chapter.
First of all, Tatsumi has no idea he had a teigu. This was the first reason why he was unable to control his teigu. If he had known, he could have been prepared. Second reason was that his mental fortitude was really low. He was constantly troubled by the fact his friends were dead because of how weak he is. This makes him easily swayed, since all someone had to do was say that his friends would have wanted him to do something for him to actually do it. With such a weak mental fortitude, it was no surprise why every time his teigu makes itself known, it was always in control and why he can't be the one in control, even if he ad known of his teigu.
Next, why does Tatsumi's teigu so overpowered. It has so many abilities, and yet all the other teigus can even compare to his. Well let me clarify this. His teigu is special. Without a doubt, it has an array of abilities. But there is a price for all this. There is no free lunch in this world, and everything has a price. Even if he doesn't know he have been using it, it is still his responsibility. Don't like it? Boo hoo. Life is unfair.
Like I have said at the start of the story, Tatsumi's past isn't simple. It not just his parents died and he was left an orphan. There is…..more. For now, I would stop elaborating on this. Remember the hammer he found earlier? Like the hammer that turned into black liquid? Well, that is a teigu, but not the one he is currently using. Again, I won't go too deep into this.
I may give the characters in this story, like the member of Wild Hunt , Night Raid and so on different backgrounds and personalities. They will be severely out of character.
Okay, enough of the contents. Let's talk about plans for this story.
The prequel for this story, which is basically a collection of the backgrounds of each character in this fanfiction, will be out by this week. I have planned to write this as a way to help you understand the characters better. It will mostly be about my OCs, and some of the characters where I severely changed their backgrounds as compared to the canon version.
The Oreimo FanFiction is released together with this chapter, so I would really appreciate it you guys were to check it out and comment on how I could improve. I am really lacking in ideas as of current moment on how to further progress the plot. I have wanted to make it slice-of-life for some parts, but have no idea what to write. It will help if you guys can send me some stories or ideas via PM. For now, I am watching anime for some ideas.
Thank you for reading and have a good day!