A/N: Yeah, I'm back. Here's trying to continue the story I just uploaded few hours ago. League of Legends: Team YTJK will be on hold for a while, not that long mind you. Now, I don't know whether there is already a review but if there is, I haven't check it yet. But hopefully, you like it. Here's the second chapter for you.
Legends:
"Ruby's cute," normal speech.
'She's cute,' thoughts.
"Good morning," Japanese speech.
'I want sweets,' Japanese thought.
Hopefully, you can enjoy it.
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Inside an office in a certain famous school everyone know and love, where in a day or two the first semester will start, sit the Headmaster on his beloved chair near his work-table. The Headmaster is one known as Ozpin, one of the, if not the most, strongest Huntsman. His grey unkempt hair a bit messy, but not its natural color as he has a black eyebrow, clarifying that it is either of age or stress, or both. A neat suit, with a green shirt inside, and necklace. With intense black eyes that can stare a Grimm to its death –I'm joking, only the Silver-Eyed warriors can do that-.
His assistant and one of the most trusted companion, Glynda Goodwitch, is out. Not out as in sick or in vacation, but absent from the office. She had more things to organize for the coming days, the start of a new beginning.
"Where do you get those injuries from?" Ozpin bluntly asked, with a blank stare.
And our most favorite character, Qrow, replied with a bit of care-free attitude. "Even if I tell you, Oz, you probably wouldn't even believe it."
"Oh and do tell, why do you think so?" The Headmaster inquired, a small smile on his lips.
"This kid," Qrow laid down The Corpse Eating Demon on the chair, then proceeded to tied him with a VERY strong ropes, "delivered the injuries to me."
"Must be a very strong child for him to deplete yo-"
"That's where you're wrong and the part you will probably will not believe." Qrow cut Ozpin off from whatever the latter about to say. "He cut me, as if Aura didn't even exist on me. It didn't even deplete, and on that time, I swear to Oum I used my Aura."
Ozpin mused thoughtfully, his right hand rubbing his chin. "That is indeed odd, and unbelievable." Qrow hummed to that. "But then again, you're talking to someone that believe in the Silver-Eyed Warriors and The Four Maidens."
Qrow frowned comically. "Yep, good thing to have a delusional former headmaster sometimes." Ozpin hummed in agreement to that. Qrow was about to speak again when he saw the kid began to stir awake. "Oh, our guest seems about to wake up."
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He opened his eyes to find he is in an unfamiliar place. And two grown-ups in front of him, probably about to kill him so they can salvage whatever he had on him, even though their place –he suspected that it was theirs- is already peaceful and livable enough.
He found the same man he fought before, clearly the one that smash his head on the ground before knocking him out with that one punch. His eyes narrowed dangerously that caught the man a bit off.
"Geez, pretty mean eyes you have there, buddy." The man spoke.
And… they spoke gibberish. He legit can't understand of what he said. At least, he understand the Amantos –and yes, he can speak thank you very much-.
He blinked his eyes owlishly before tilting his head in a cute sort-of way.
"Seems like he can't understand what we're saying Qrow." The other old man spoke to Qrow, the man he tried to kill. "My name," the man pointed to himself, "is Ozpin. What is yours?"
Ah, so Ozpin was the older man's names. And he seems to be asking his name if his pointed finger at him was any indication. "Sakata Gintoki."
"Well, Sak-" Gintoki cutoff Ozpin with a shake of the head, then mouthed Gintoki. "Ah, I see. No wonder it is familiar. It is the old Mistralian language, and he's introducing him in the same ancient way."
"Hoh? So Gintoki is his given name then?" Qrow asked, amusement cleared in his voice. "Interesting name. If I'm not mistaken his name means Silver Soul."
What Qrow spoke sparked something inside him. A foreign feeling, a feeling he has not experienced beforehand. Qrow noticed the tension on the kid, and grinned.
"Oz, I think I know why this guy attacked me. I got all of it just from that tension gathering on his body." Ozpin hummed for Qrow to continue. "He has no purpose. What he did to me, is only to survive. I forgot to tell you, that he's fighting with instincts alone and he's already good. He earned those instincts, those skills, developed inside him unconsciously when he tried to protect himself to survive. Kill or be killed. Raven's going to have a field day when she had her hands on this kiddo."
Ozpin narrowed his eyes. That explanation. Where you kill or be killed. Where the strong lives, and the weak dies. It only happens when on that area is on war. And if he makes one prediction, it will be that Gintoki is an orphan. His parents are a victim of said war. He wants more explanation from Gintoki but he do not understand as much Mistralian language as his assistant Glynda.
"Contact Glynda. We need more from Gintoki." Ozpin ordered Qrow.
A kid like Gintoki who kills, and salvage corpses to survive, can see the tension rise drastically.
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Now here lays Gintoki, still tied in the chair, in a new room. A very spacy room with a table in the middle of it, of course a chair in front.
'An interrogation room.' Gintoki thought, observing the surrounding with moving eyes left and right and pin-point accuracy. He turned around to see who is at the door after hearing it open. He saw a woman entered the interrogation room. And he frowned when he saw the strict demeanor on her appearance.
The woman appears to be a middle-aged woman that has very light-blonde hair tied back in a bun with a curl hanging down the right side of her face. Her eyes are bright green and she wears thin ovular glasses. She has dangling teal earrings that match the hanging pendant on her collar.
Her clothing choice is weird, Gintoki thought, tilting his head side-way. She wears a white long-sleeved, pleated top that has a wide keyhole neckline and gauntlet cuffs that flare in pleats at the wrist. Her lower body is covered by a black high-waisted pencil skirt with bronze buttons and black-brown stockings. Let it be known that she also She wears black boots with bronze heels, and a cape that is purple inside and black on the outside. The cut of the cape is stylized to end in flames and arrows, with a row of diamond-shaped bronze beads on the back. Above this line of beads appears an emblem of a tiara that is her personal symbol. Probably.
"How are you doing?" Gintoki blinked owlishly at the fact that the woman spoke the same language as him.
"I am fine, for someone that has seen such strange shit and things a kid my age shouldn't." Gintoki replied, though his words are a bit of an edge. "Are you here to kill me to salvage what I have too?"
She frowned and narrowed her eyes at Gintoki's dark thoughts. She lets out a cough to gather his attention. "My name is Glynda Goodwitch. May I know yours?"
"Sakata Gintoki. As for my age, I do not remember considering the facts that what is on my mind is to survive." Gintoki replied, his eyes the same intense level of Glynda.
"Sakata-san, what is happened to the area you're living at?" Glynda questioned.
"War. War happened. Some alien shits want to overtake our country and the people don't take too kindly of that. Hence a war." The Corpse Eating Demon replied, his teeth grinded.
Glynda raised her eyebrow at the mention of 'alien' though she didn't take too kindly of his colorful language. "Do you have any f-"
"I don't have any parents. Don't know what happened to them. Friends? What is friends? When humans can't understand, they fear of it. Fear of the unknown. They named me The Corpse Eating Demon for salvaging corpses for any food for me to eat. Some even wanted to kill me. And I killed them in return, with a jagged dull blade. But it did its job."
Glynda's eyes widened at the information thrown at her. Such burdens were laid upon this child without his own knowing. Kill or be killed. No other purpose, no one to love, no one to protect, and of course, no one loved him. He do not know the feelings of a parents' love. She looked at Gintoki with sympathy.
"Sakata-san, There is an information that you need to know." Gintoki stared at her, with that empty eyes that sent a chill on her spine. "I will teach you a language that you do not know of. Information that probably oblivious to. All will be teach, tell, to you in this 5 hours given to us. Prepare yourself, child."
"Bring it on, witch."
Nonetheless, she didn't take too kindly of that and smacked Gintoki's head with her riding crop. And it hurt like a bitch.
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Insert 5 hours later in a Spongebob's kind of voice.
The Corpse Eating Demon learned a lot. This world, it is decided. Whatever that bright light was, it sent him from one shit hole to another. Thank you, Kami! He truly appreciated the kind and helpful things you delivered!
This world has 2 races. Human and Faunus. Faunus, a people with animal traits, cat ears, tails, dog ears, tails, monkey ears, tails. And he learned that they were discriminated by the human in this dimension. Just for being different. Another shit hole that fear of the unknown. What made them do that? Difference? Bonus limbs? An upgrade in hearing and smell? Jealousy?
Gintoki will never know of what made them being discriminated. Heck, he won't be surprised if the race will be on war, considering the fact that it happened once. War… it left a bitter taste in his mouth. By his own definitions, war is where the young and stupid are tricked by the old and bitter into killing each other(1).
Then there is a group of protestors, The White Fang, fought for justice. For them to be acknowledged that they are people and not an animal. Who take kindly of racism anyway? They let their protests heard loud and clear and yet none are acknowledged. And so dawn a new age, a new leader took place and it is now a terrorist group.
CHANGE SCENE, IN ANOTHER TIMELINE
"Achooo!" Katsura Kotaro sneezed loudly.
"Bless you, Katsura-san." A random Joushishi member spoke.
CHANGE SCENE, BACK TO KID GINTOKI
So many dark turns that the similarity is bitter than a fucking paracetamol, not that he ever taken one.
Then, the most mysterious entity, The Grimm. A… bad spirit? Animal? Monsters? Beasts? Whatever they are, they are unknown. Only that they are hell-bent on eradicating humans and faunus alike. Some said they are a reformed spirit of a tortured animals. Then how the fuck do you explain a Dragon Grimm? That a knight stabbed its tail and it wants to claim revenge? Their numbers are as huge, though a bit less, than the mountain that is Glynda's breast.
Speaking of Glynda, she was not joking when she said he will be learning the language they're using. He can speak it, but not as perfect as the people of Remnant.
"I believe my job is done. Headmaster Ozpin will be taking charge now. I bid you farewell."
"Uh… yea, bye." Gintoki awkwardly waved at her, which she replied in a wave of her own as she exited the room, and taking her place is Ozpin. The headmaster took a seat in the formerly occupied by Glynda.
"So, Mr. Sakata." Gintoki gulped, though not loud. "You fought, just for the reasons to survive. Is that it?"
Gintoki nodded his head, seeing no wrong in it.
"Have you kill before?"
"A lot." The Corpse Eating Demon replied.
"Then I believe you are using that weapon, that blade of yours, in a wrong way." Ozpin took the blade from Gintoki, not that the latter can do anything about it, and discarded it. "A blade, a weapon, is used to protect one's soul. To protect the soul that is the wielder and the precious people that the wielder love and cherishes the most." The Headmaster gave him a new blade, a new katana, it is long, incredibly long (THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID).
It is heavy, heavier than the one he used. A bit thinner and definitely sharper, if the gleam on the edge of the blade was any indication. The blade, with a grey handle, with the hilt colored red, the sheath a grey base color with a gold trimming.
Ozpin saw the bewildered look that Gintoki have on his face. Definitely awe, because of the blade. And a new purpose, a purpose, that he subconsciously kept on searching for, definitely found. Now, from today, Sakata Gintoki will not fight for survival.
He will fight to protect his soul, and the people he cherishes.
Ozpin untied the rope that bind Gintoki. He gave a hand to Gintoki, a smile on his the former's face. "If you want, Sakata Gintoki, I can teach you more of the proper way to wield a blade. Someone like you, who found a new purpose to fight for, a purpose to live for, must be excited yes?"
Gintoki enthusiastically nodded his head. "Yes!"
"Then follow me, Sakata Gintoki!"
"I will! Oz, for the purpose you have given me, I pledge my life to you. I will protect you, and any people under your responsibility should I see them have any troubles!" Gintoki bowed, tears on his eyes.
"Very well. Another early lesson of the blade for you, Sakata Gintoki." Gintoki stand upright. "A swordsman and those who wield a blade, always keep their promises."
With a smile on his face, Gintoki nodded.
This is it, this is what he's been searching for! It's not only survival, it's a reason for his existence!
And he had found it. A lifetime opportunity, a lifetime chance. And he will not waste it.
For he, Sakata Gintoki, unconsciously without himself knowing, a Samurai, never broke his promise that he made.
END
A/N: Yeah, pretty dark there. This Gintoki will be different than the anime. Just kidding, he won't be much different. He will still have that lovable personality that we fell in love with.
Reference:
War is where the young and stupid are tricked by the old and bitter to kill each other.
-Niko Bellic, from Grand Theft Auto IV.