Hey guys. NeroReborn here with a brand new story idea. I am by no means abandoning my stories, but I felt like I needed to write this out after getting back into one of my favorite steam games, Armed with wings. I loved this game even when it was just a flash game on armor , And now that i've finally played their steam game: Armed with wings: rearmed, I couldn't help but make a story with it, and realized that he would be a perfect fit for the anime Rising of the shield hero as a replacement for Ren. Ren was alway an emo, lone wolf, so... I figured this would be a fun crossover to make. I do hope that you all enjoy it, and I will be keeping my deadline of making at least one chapter for one of my stories every 1-2 weeks. I hope you enjoy this intro.

Disclaimer: I do not own rising of the shield hero, or armed with wings.

The world of Blackmist. A world of pure black and white, ruled by a vicious tyrant, A man of such incredible power, that nobody could stand against the might of Vandheer Lorde... or so everyone thought. There was one man that dared to stand against the tyrant. The leader of the rebellion against Vandheer's rule, His name... lost to time. Vandheer had him, kneeling before him, before striking him down, ending the rebellion... But it seemed the forces on high had other plans. The fallen leader had been ressurected, Now a embodiment of divine order, A avatar for the gods of his world, now accompanied by his will, embodied in the form of an eagle, He traveled through the land, cutting down the followers of the tyrant king, before reaching the man that had cut him down. what ensued was a battle for the ages, the throne room nearly reduced to rubble in the battle. When Vandheer was on the brink of victory... the leader revealed his last secret, the title in which he held, And his new name... Armed with wings. In the face of this divine power, Vandheer fell, being defeated by the man he had killed, only barely escaping with his own life.

It has been 5 months since Vandheer's defeat, The lone swordsman named 'armed with wings' Still searching for the tyrant who had escaped, Returning to the castle he had overthrown in search of any sign of where the His target might have fled to, Coming up to the royal library. Time had not been kind to him, his long black coat was ragged and ripped at the edges, His grey scarf tattered and worn, His katana chipped and slightly dull. His long hair fell now down to his knees, His trusted eagle perched on his shoulder as he walked inside. "... Still no sign of him..." He walks among the library, Books thrown and ruined all over the floor after the castle had been raided. He idly searches among them, his eyes flickering to find any that might have been useful, Before seeing one book that seemed in relatively good condition, picking it up. "legend of the cardinal heroes?... How laughable. I never took Vandheer for one who would read about heroes."

Curiosity getting the better of him, he opened the book, skimming the pages idly. "Heroes that wield the weapons of spear, bow, sword and shield... Each has their strengths. a team like this would be quite formidable." He turns the pages, reading about each of the heroes. how the spear would be able to pierce the armor of monsters, the bow to weaken them at range, and the shield's almost impenetrable defense. He turned the page to the sword, only to find it blanks. "... strange..." the book started to glow, his eyes widening as his eagle gave a cry as the light enveloped the room. the light died down... the book landing on the floor, the lone swordsman and his eagle nowhere to be seen.

He uncovers his eyes as he looked around, finding himself in a familiar white realm. "Here again?... What could have happened?..." He looks onward to find a familiar podium, walking up to it as the court of divines appeared before him. "Greetings, lone swordsman." He sighs. "What is the meaning of this. Vandheer still lives." The head of the court nods. "Indeed. the tyrant still lives, but... An unforeseen event has occurred." The swordsman looked to the divine being confused. "What do you mean?" The court head reached out a hand, showing an image unlike anything he had ever seen. Men were chanting around a circle, But what shocked him was that... he didn't see any black or white, just these... colors he had never seen before. "...What is this place?" The divines look to him. "The tome which you found in the royal library has acted as a catalyst for the spell that these men have cast, calling for heroes from other worlds to save them from their plight. And their spell has chosen one of these heroes to be... You." The swordsman was taken aback, before growling. "No! I will not rest until Vandheer lies dead!" The divines hold up their hands. "We know very well of your intentions, warrior, but... This can aid you in your hunt for the tyrant king." He was still glaring at them. "...How so?" Another image appeared in the divine being's hand, showing 4 weapons with gems in them. A sword, a bow, a shield, and a spear, the sword slowly becoming larger. "In this world, you have been chosen to be the hero of the sword. This relic is a very powerful weapon, capable of changing forms to fit it's wielder's needs. Should you claim this weapon, when you return... It will aid in defeating the tyrant, Vandheer Lorde."

The swordsman looked at the sword, contemplating his choices when the being spoke again. "We cannot stop the summoning, But you will not be alone. your companion shall join you." There was an eagle's cry as the eagle landed on the swordsman's shoulder. "...So I am to go to this world and save it from it's troubles?" The divines shake their heads. "You may allow this world to whatever fate it has determined for itself. Should you disagree with that fate, you may intervene. But be warned. These people are unlike the people of Blackmist, some being even more vile and selfish than Vandheer Lorde. It will be up to your judgement on which you choose to trust." The swordsman looked up in anger to the divines, before sighing. "It seems I have little choice... Very well." the divines nod, a gateway opening behind the lone swordsman. "In this world, you will take the name of 'Arma'. This world's fate hangs in the balance of the actions of the selfish and hateful of this world. Judge this world. That is our order." The swordsman, Now named Armed, nods, turning, before looking to his eagle. "... It seems We have yet to rest, old friend." He steps through the gate as the divine court vanished, Armed taking his first step into this new world.

(I thought of stopping here, but this is a bit short for my tastes.)

The light around armed died down as a man's voice rang out. "The ritual worked... Oh, heroes. Please, save this world." Arma's eyes flickered around the area, Seeing the men in robes he had seen before, then noticing the 3 people next to him. The first... looked ridiculous in his opinion. His hair was some shiny color, wearing a shirt of some... unknown color to him, a white shirt underneath with dark colored pants. He was holding a spear with a gem just below the blade in his hands, and looked slightly confused. The second person, He could only call a child. The young man was wearing, similarly to the first, a color he had never even seen before. He was shorter than the others with a bow with a gem in it in his hands, his hair shiny like the first, but looked like more white was mixed in with the color. The last one looked to be the most composed of the three. Arma was glad that the boy was wearing mostly black, with black hair as well, A shield with a gem embedded into the center, wielded in his right hand.

Arma looked them over for a split second, not liking what he was seeing as all three of them screamed inexperienced. "These people called for heroes and they summon children?" the first one with shiny hair was the first to speak. "Hey, what's the big deal? where am I?" The second one frowns. "You better answer. We might just become your enemies instead." Arma looked to the short one incredulously. "How foolish is this child to threaten them while knowing nothing?" The black haired one frowns. "Hey, calm down. There's no need to make threats." The robed man nods. "First, you must speak to our king. He will explain everything." The other three nod, the first one speaking. "alright. let ge- Holy shit! What happened to you!?" He had turned to armed, only to reel back, Arma looking confused, noticing his robes and skin were still completely black. "...I was born this way." Arma looked down, noticing that his katana was gone, in it's place was the sword from the image he was shown, shifting his grip to get a feel for it. The cry of an eagle startled everyone in the room as his faithful companion flew down from above, perching on his shoulder as the others pulled back in surprise. "Well then... Shall we meet this king of yours?"

The four of them were led through luxurious hallways, Arma's eyes constantly flickering for any threats. He had dealt with how egotistical royalty can be, if Vandheer's castle was anything to go by. They came up to a large set of door, the guards opening them into a large throne room, Arma's eyes narrowing at the sight of extremely expensive decorations, even more so at the person sitting in the throne. He was a relatively old man with a white beard, but he was wearing the best luxury could get. Silken robes with furs all around him, a crown sitting on his head as he sat on a luxurious throne. "Welcome, heroes! We thank you for answering our call. I am King Altucray Melromark, the thirty second." The king was greeting them, before frowning as he looked to Arma, And even more so when turning to The shield wielder, Arma's eyes narrowing, but remaining silent for now. "Tell us your names, heroes."

The tall one went first. "My name Is Motoyasu Kitamura. I'm 21 years old, and a college student." the short one stepped up. "My name is Itsuki Kawasuki. I'm still in high school. I'm 17 years old." Armed remained silent as they all turned to him, looking to the shield wielder, Altucray giving a small scowl that Armed noticed as the dark haired man stepped up. "My name is Naofumi Iwatani. I'm a college student. 20 years old." He stepped back, Arma's eyes following him, before sighing. "... You may refer to me by the name of Arma, and I see no reason why my age or previous profession should be relevant." His eagle squawked, getting comfortable on Arma's shoulder. Altucray frowns, but nods. "Very well... We have summoned you heroes to face a great calamity that our land has fallen under. Waves of horrible monsters are beginning to occur, and only the power of the heroes can stop them." Arma watched silently as he exclaimed these 'waves', Looking to them. "Should you help, you shall be handsomely rewarded." Arma watches, remaining silent. "... He's been scowling every time he looks to myself or Naofumi... Something is going on here behind the shadows... Act carefully, king Altucray. should you be like Vandheer... I will strike you down."

Altucray looks to them. You should be able to see your abilities and strengths through your statistics hub." Arma raised an eyebrow, Naofumi also looking confused, Motoyasu scoffing. "Seriously? It's the icon in the bottom right of your vision." Arma looked to see what he meant, seeing a small icon, before a screen appeared in his vision, Several abbreviated letter attached to numbers, Arma idly glancing over them. "HP? STR? What do these mean?" He looked to the numbers, frowning as they seemed to just be random, Most in triple digits, but the one marked DEF was only at about 50. Motoyasu smirked. "My attack is 72. Sweet." Naoufumi frowns. "Mine is... only one." Arma started to understand. "So these numbers are a measure of one's strength?... How ridiculous. Strength cannot be measured by a mere number."

Altucray sighs. "Take the day to rest and gain your bearings. Adventurers from our world will be here tomorrow to accompany you on your quest." The others nod, Arma turning to walk out first, sheathing the sword at his side as he started to leave, the other heroes catching up with him. "Hey, wait up. Don't you want to talk to figure things out?" Arma simply keeps walking up to a resting area on the castle roof, looking out to see a large town surrounded by stone walls, grass and forest areas covering the country side. His eagle cawed as he rose his hand to the eagle, perching on said hand as he stretched it out. "go, my friend. See what this new world is like." The eagle, to the surprise of the others, nodded, before starting to fly off into the distance.

The other three looked to him strangely, but turned to each other, Motoyasu speaking first. "So, We each have a legendary weapon. Must suck for you, Naofumi. Shields tend to be pretty weak." Itsuki gave a chuckle. "Yeah, they aren't very good." Naofumi frowns, looking offended, before Arma spoke. "A weapon that lacks power means that it is the wielder's skill that determines how effectively it can be used in battle." He turns to Motoyasu and Itsuki, looking at them disapprovingly. "Far stronger men have lost their lives from underestimating their opponent. This is no matter to take lightly. Even if it is a shield, each of these weapons must have a reason why they are revered as legendary. To judge based off of face value, would be the judgement of a fool." Motoyasu and Itsuki both blink, before frowning. Motoyasu getting in Arma's face. "Is that so, wise guy? Maybe I should teach you a lesson." Arma stares back into Motoyasu's eyes impassively, not backing down. "Teach me? there is little I can learn from a man acting as a child."

Motoyasu growls, going to punch Arma, only for Arma to easily doge to the side, Motoyasu stumbling forward, only to cough as Arma thrust the hilt of his sword into Motoyasu's stomach, Causing the cocky spear wielder to fall to his knees, while Arma stared down. "You act on impulse, Rushing into battle to satisfy your ego and your pride. Such things will only end up killing you." He sheaths his sword, looking up as his eagle returned, perching on his shoulder again as a servant came up to them, Two animal like ears on her head. "P-pardon me, heroes, but your rooms have been prepared... D-did something happen to sir spear hero?" Arma walks past her. "No. He simply go in over his head." the servant took a step back, before leading them to their rooms, Motoyasu holding his stomach, while glaring at Arma as they each went to separate rooms.

Arma looked over the accommodations, leaning his sword on the wall as he took a seat in a chair. Due to years of searching and battle... Sleep was something he had become unfamiliar to. He idly ponders what action he should take. "... I am more than capable of starting out, but those other three have no experience in battle... The best course of action would be to learn more about this world... and this sword." He picks it up as a different female servant came inside. "Sir sword hero? Is there... anything i can get you?" Arma nodded. "If you could, I would like some books about the history of this country, and the waves." She nods, rushing off while Arma gazed at the gem in the hilt of the sword. "... This world needs help, but something about these people make me on edge... Motoyasu is cocky, which might lead to his downfall... Itsuki threatened to turn against the people before even asking anything. Naofumi seems to be the one with the most composure of the three... But with a shield, he will need aid in the beginning."

He sets the sword down as the servant came back with a couple of books, placing them on the end table of his room. "Here you are. We all do thank you for coming to defeat the waves." She left as Arma nodded, Picking up the first book, looking at the title. "A different language. that's quite annoying..." The sword's gem glowed as a screen popped up in front of him, reading 'Unfamiliar language detected. Translate?' there were 2 buttons below the message, one labeled 'yes', the other labeled 'no'. He reaches his hand out, pressing 'yes', the words on the book dissipating, before reforming into his own language, reading 'the history of Melromark and the royal family'. He idly flips it open as he began to read, night falling as he began to learn more of this new world.

I feel like this started off well. Every time i play armed with wings, I feel like the lone swordsman is a calm, cynical person who has a strong sense of justice. Due to years of oppression from a tyrant king, he has learned to always be cautious of others, even if they seem, at the surface, to have good intentions. That, and in the cannon of armed with wings, he fought and defeated all of The tyrant's armies with a simple katana, so he is no stranger to weapons being far stronger than what they seem, not discounting any of them. Arma will be... Strong, and maybe at times, he will be godlike, but Only if the situation calls for it. I hope that you all enjoyed reading this. As always, constructive criticism is always appreciated, this is NeroReborn, and I'll see you guys next time.