This is an Asterik Wars Fanfiction only.

I still don't see why they keep looking at me like I just escaped a mental asylum. If anyone should be angry if not outright furious it should be me. Here I am traveling to an island that a few decades ago didn't exist, or at least didn't exist to me since I was never permitted to as much as look for it on a map.

I am clothed in the traditional student attire, although I am also wearing our family's traditional cloak. I always saw my master wear it in every single training session I had, every dream my ancestor would wear it. He used to tell me that the master of the Hiten Mitsurugi Style would always need to wear the cloak when traveling.

The cloak was deceptive in its appearance but deep down it was a mass of metal that would cause the master of our family style to continuously work out his or her muscles. The nature of our family swordsmanship demanded that this level of training and commitment be maintained or else using our family style would cause the person who was not ready to die.

During my last dream with my master, I learned the horrible truth that most of the practitioners of our family style learned, and I learned it very much like they did. In order for a person to become the master of the Hiten Mitsurugi Style, he or she must do the last attack of our family style, and do so perfectly.

The demands on the body of the one aspiring to become a master were immense, the pain I felt preparing to take this final test was beyond words, the last test was also the last time I would ever dream about my ancestor. If I had known that this was the price for me to become a master of our family style of swordsmanship I would never have accepted to take the last test.

You see the real reason why a person had to perform the last attack perfectly was not only because the attack was so demanding, it was because it was also the last test a master must face as well. To be the master of the Hiten Mitsurugi you must be able to walk the thin line between life and death.

To master the style you must perform the last attack, and the price for passing your last test is the knowledge that the last attack you just did caused your own master to die. As I did the last attack and I opened my eyes, I saw that I had attacked my master, my ancestor. His wound was fatal and he was bleeding.

In truth I should not have been so afflicted by this sight, I knew that all my training happened in my dreams, but I simply could not help it. As I held my master's body close to mine I could not help but cry. I felt someone place something that weighs a ton on my body and I looked at my mentor's spirit.

"Do not cry for me Ayato. I have never been more proud than to know you will succeed me as a master of our family style. Your tears showed me that you have a kind and compassionate heart, for only those that have compassion in their hearts are able to walk the path that is now before you. So stand up proud my student, I do believe you will be a fine master, indeed I do."

From that day on my dreams had no more training, and my ancestor never once again appeared in my dreams again. Now walking through the airport headed towards that city I begin to wonder what sort of trouble is waiting for me. People will only know me as Ayato Amagiri, though in reality, my name changed the second I become a master.

You see all the masters of the Hiten Mitsurugi inherited two things when they became masters of our family style of swordsmanship. The first was the weighted cloak I now where, the second was they all shared the same name, that is right our named changed and mine was, in reality, my name is Hiko Seijuro the twenty-third.

This was something I plan to keep to myself and pray that in my future I do not end up teaching our family style of combat to my own child, I hope that I will be the last to have to endure the pain of knowing, what I know, that to master this fighting style a student will cause the death of their own master.

In truth there had been cases where the master does not outright die, the way they survived was by far no conciliation. The master that survived their student's final test lived alright, they lived for quite a few decades, in fact, the only thing has they survived it, but the attack crippled them.

To my knowledge, there had been only three masters that survived this way in the centuries of our family style's history. Two lived for three decades before dying of old age, and one of them jumped into an active volcano simply because he could never hold a sword again.

Now I am traveling to a school that I never wanted to attend, and in truth never had a need to attend. As a security adjuster, I lived a comfortable, interesting, and well-paid life. I took care of things that the Integrated Enterprise Foundation found too ugly, or dangerous to let lawyers take care of it.

That should tell you the amount of grief, grim, and scum I dealt with on a daily basis, and we are talking about the scum that is bad enough that not even lawyers can deal with. I sometimes said that if you ever wanted to find the devil, he was easy to find. He is the man in charge of the legal department of the Integrated Enterprise Foundation.

This comment often made my co-workers laugh, I been getting the feeling lately that I was more right than I ever believed, and they were laughing because they figured it out too.

As I walked towards the administration building I saw something that fell out of a window, it was a handmade napkin. It was beautiful, clean and soft. Now most people would jump up to the nearest open window and return it, but then again I am not like most people. I decided that I would take it to the nearest lost and found.

My life had been a magnet for trouble for as long as I could remember, no reason to jump into it without even having the need to do so. I was lucky that the lost and found was actually on the same floor as the registration office.

I looked and I could not believe what I saw, a sign and a bell. The bell said ring for service, if I didn't know any better I would expect this sort of thing in a hotel and not at the registration station of one of the six schools on this island academy city.

I did as the sign told me and I hit that bell and hit it hard. No one came, I was not in a mood for bureaucratic hogwash, not today. I just kept banging on that bell none stop till someone put their hand on mind making me stop ringing the damn bell.

"Is there something you need, young man?" I looked at the woman, if she was alive it sure didn't look it from the way her empty eyes looking at me. She must have been beautiful once, full of life and joy, but something seems to have drained that right out of her and left something so bitter that it could corrode steel.

"Ayato Amagiri, I was told by my esteemed employers that I should register in this fine school. I was also told that I was expected. Now what I need is a new transfer student guide book, a new school identification, pin, and for you to tell me what I am going to do about my books, uniforms, device, and lodging."

She smiled for a brief second as she took her hand off mine. "Your school needs are provided and are waiting for you in your room at the male dorm. That includes the guide book and uniforms. All meals are served and the schedule is pinned outside the dorm cafeteria. As for your device, you will undergo the test tomorrow."

"Why do you look so glum Ayato? You seem to be in a bad mood, and that is saying something from a widow like myself. Then again I never expected to see you here, Battousai, it would also appear you forgot all about me. You shouldn't you know, after all, you are the man who made me a widow in the first place."

That is when I finally recognized the woman before me, "Well I'll be Angela, I can hardly recognize you. Last time I saw you, you had tubes coming out of every orifice in your body. You appear to be still angry with me. It was my job, nothing personal."

She handed me my identification and pin, she even volunteered to put the pin on me. "I don't know what you mean Ayato. It seems that you think I am angry at you. I most certainly am not, after all, you saved my life and those other women the day you killed my husband and his colleagues."

I felt her push that pin a little hard, "Must be my imagination then Angela, by the way, my heart is in a different spot, and even if it was, you would need a hammer to push that pin hard enough to break through my ribs."

She finally backed off and smiled at me. "I have no idea what you could possibly mean manslayer like I said I am actually grateful what did you did for me. Why would I wait here for you if that was not the case?"

She pointed her finger in a direction, "Your dorm building is three buildings that way. I would go there and change, you got about two hours before your first class. Now tell me am I going to have to take that sword from you?"

I looked down and smiled, "This thing is more of a self-defense thing than actually made to kill people. It's my family's traditional reverse blade sword. I couldn't kill using this thing even if I wanted to. Mind keeping my code name a secret, wouldn't want the Foundation to consider you a security leak, I rather keep our future interactions as friendly as possible."

She laughed as she walked away from me.

I walked towards the dorm building which indeed was three buildings the direction she was pointing at. I changed clothes and the only thing I kept with me was my sword. Even if I was forced to remove my cloak I would never be caught dead without my sword.

The class had not even started when the instructor found me waiting outside the classroom. "You must be the transfer student, wait outside the class I will call on you so that you can introduce yourself to your fellow classmates."

I heard her pretty much tell the class to quiet down, and that they had a new addition to their classroom. The class didn't show her any respect and I was not in the mood for horseplay. As soon as I entered the room I saw that the students were still joking, chatting, and taking about things between each other.

I walked towards the pulpit and placed my hands on it. I tried to remain calm, but these people really had no respect for anyone, let alone me. "I am Ayato Amagiri, I will be a new to this classroom. I like books, training, and fencing, I dislike disrespectful attitudes, bullies, and dishonorable, lying, and traitorous people, in other words, crooks."

The way they were behaving I might as well have introduced myself to a wall, as soon as a paper ball hit me on my forehead that was it, I was not going to put up with this garbage one more second.

"As I said, Knock it off! SHIT DOWN, SHUT UP, AND LISTEN OR SO HELP ME I WILL MAKE YOU WISH YOUR MOTHERS WERE HEAR TO GIVE YOU A MUCH NEEDED ATTITUDE READJUSTMENT."

That got their attention, "Like I said I am Ayato Amagiri, I am your new classmate, I hate disrespectful people, just like all you were with your teacher here. Now you will apologize or I will do the thing I love to do, and that is to beat some sense into those coconuts you call your heads."

The were ready to tell me off when I grabbed my sword and they knew I was not kidding. They each apologized for their behavior and promised the teacher never to do something like that again.

"Well, Ayato your seat is in the back right by our class representative. Thank you for defending my honor. I was not so sure about having you enter my class with that sword on you, but it seems that it was indeed needed. I shall thank the student body president for telling me those things about you."