The Joui War;where countless samurai fought to protect the country from the invading amanto. They were at a great disadvantage due to all the advanced technology the enemy possessed. Even when faced against this never once did their soul's waiver. Especially when they still had four particular individuals who went down in history. Unfortunately, three of them were currently in a dilemma that changed the course of their lives.
In the midst of the battle, someone was busy healing the wounds of his comrades. He wore the classic clothes of a samurai. His name was Mochizuki Aito.
(A/N:first name is Aito, the clothes are like the Joui 4, except his being purple)
He had deep garnet hair which often got mistaken for the dried blood of the amanto.u Roughly standing at 170 centimeters tall. With a well built body for his age, which didn't show through his clothes. His amber eyes had been losing its light, the only thing that kept him going was his only friends.
He wasn't with them for now since he got stationed at the base since he got injured not too long ago. It would take a few days for him to fully recover but Mochizuki knew the chances of that were close to zero. One of the samurai looked at him.
"Go rest, you shouldn't push yourself like you always do. If it wasn't for Katsura you would've been dead many times by now." The man said.
Which was true, he only retreated safely due to Katsura's help. The reason being that he normally came out of the battle full of cuts and slashes. He had a habit of using his whole body as a shield when he deemed necessary. The injury's didn't slow him down until he relaxed, but it still made him a popular target as it made the amanto thought they could get rid of him easily. Even though he wasn't part of the joui four his capabilities made him as valuable as the Joui 4.
"I know, though I can't help but feel uneasy." Mochizuki said, pacing back and forward.
"You're pretty close to them, aren't you?"
"That's right, we grew up together." He proudly said.
"A—"
Suddenly the door behind them opened, interrupting their conversation, revealing a samurai who was heavily panting with a panic expression.
"What happened?" One of the surrounding samurai asked.
"The enemy is destroying our allies with ease! Shiroyasha and the rest are struggling to keep up…We require immediate assistance!"
The others looked uncertain about what to do, they knew that it's definitely suicide mission to go on. One option was to regroup and then fight, but they couldn't afford to lose them. Realizing this, Mochizuki clicked his tongue in frustration.
"Move out of the way!." Mochizuki rushed out of the base, quickly heading towards the battlefield.
Damnit, I should've trusted my instincts. Hopefully, they are fine.
A few minutes later, Mochizuki arrived at his destination. He immediately got ambushed by the nearby enemies; the Tenshouin Naraku. A whole mob of them appeared.
Why are they here?! No wonder they are struggling. Does that mea—
One of them swung their weapon towards his head. Mochizuki swiftly responded by unsheathed his katana, paring the attack. Putting more strength into the katana made them stagger backwards.
Shit, I went right into their hands. They planned on sacrificing all of them just to kill me. Well, you know I'm not going down without a battle.
Mochizuki took the initiative charging straight into them. He immediately slashed the one in front of him. Like a signal five of them started to attack. In response he grabbed the weapon of the corpse and threw it to the nearest one. piercing through their body.
He blocked the incoming strikes using the body as a meat shield, in addition of
disrupting their sight for a few seconds. Mochizuki utilized this opportunity to stab the left one, he used the body as a stepping stone to slit the right one's throat.
At the same time he lifted his empty hand and grabbed the other one's face pushing them down to the ground. He raised his katana, plunging it right through their heart. When he was about to lift his katana, the last one tried stabbing him, only for Mochizuki to use his arm for protection. With this he lifted his katana all the way, killing them.
This isn't good, moving around is making my wounds open. The one time I give into my emotions is when the worst possible scenario occurs.
The clash took a lot out of him. At his young age, it was impressive to have such a strong will to be able to move. Sadly, his body couldn't keep up much longer. However it hasn't stopped him, in fact he moved even faster. He was prepared to push his body until he couldn't move anymore, meaning only death could stop him.
Mochizuki expeditiously assaulted them, but the ones who survived retaliated, thrusting their weapon into both of his legs. The pain alerted Mochizuki, prompting him to finish off the remaining injured enemies that were laying down.
"You thought it would be this simple to deal with me. Think again, I'm Mochizuki Aito, disciple of Yoshida Shoyo! Even if I die here, I won't let any of you live!" He bodily yelled, wiping blood off his face.
Although he was full of injuries, breathing heavily, he was full of confidence. He firmly believed in himself to eliminate them without help.
He kept fighting on and on, minutes went by. Now, Mochizuki was the last one alive except for a single enemy. He barely was able to move, his body was covered in blood from the opponent's and his own. With his last effort he cut the remaining one.
I guess this is it…no…I need to find them before I die.
He coughed blood, showing his time on earth would be ending soon. Mochizuki was wobbling, not being able to stand straight. Holding on to his arms he walked up somewhere higher to get a better view on finding his trusted allies. To his surprise he found the three of them.
Oi, what the fuck had happened while I was gone?!
Yet he saw them depressed, Takasugi was closing one of his bleeding eyes. Not to mention he was showing pure hostility and rage towards someone. While Katsura and Gintoki had dried tears on their faces. Mochizuki went unnoticed by them until he spoke.
"Y-you don't l-look well…what happened?" He asked, worried.
It seems that I was too late, just look in at their expressions is enough for me to feel the same. For them to be like means…
They turned around as their eyes widened in shock. Mochizuki's body fell down, their shock instantly turned to worry as they went straight towards him.
"Hang in there, you can't leave us too!" Gintoki demanded.
The three of them were already depressed due to their sensei dying and having a very close friend dying in their hands just added insult to injury. Tears rolled down Mochizuki's cheeks.
So that's why…
"How unfair… The reason for us joining this damn war is gone. We lost so many things throughout the years and you're telling me it's all going to waste? I refuse to accept this! How can I!" He shouted with a sorrowful expression.
"Stop talking or you'll die!" Takasugi shouted, concerned, he stood looking dejected.
"He's right, you shouldn't be talking right now. We will not let you die." Katsura said full of determination, though you could still see how depressed he was.
After examining Mochizuki's wounds Katsura tried to hold back his tears as he looked away.
"It looks like my end is near. I'm sorry that I failed you guys…" He laughed in self deprecation causing him to cough up more blood.
"Don't blame yourselves for my death. I hope you'll be able to enjoy your lives when this war stops." With those last words he stopped breathing, you could no longer feel any strength in his body.
There weren't any screams of sadness, it was just them silently crying over the loss of Mochizuki. They all looked at each other. They nodded as they picked up the lifeless samurai.
This left an even bigger whole in their hearts as they proceeded to bury him next to their sensei. This was ingrained into them as the day they not only lost their sensei, but one of their closest nakamas. After doing this and a couple of more things they separated, going their own ways.
A/N
Just wanted to use the word nakama, heh.
Anyways, this will either be a one shot or a multiple chapter fanfic. I choose this type of story since I haven't seen that many of them that focus on a male oc and without it being yaoi. While also focusing on the Joui War. For real though, there isn't one on Wattpad. Same goes for other websites, if you find one please let me know!
What could be the title of the mc? All the Joui 4 have one, so what should the mc be called?
How is the grammar and dialogue so far?
Should I continue this?
