KS: Hello, everyone. This is KnightSpark. I hope you can forgive my absence for the past few months. I've been lacking in motivation to write, until I got this idea not long ago. I've seen some Danmachi fics of Bell being some kind of badass before the story begins, all of which are provided by AsulAgila3456u, and it inspired me to write my own fic. This particular story will take some elements from a game known as Judgement, which was developed by the same people who gave us the Yakuza series. Keep in mind, I'm not going to completely copy off of it. I will be adding some originallity to this fic. With that aside, let us begin.
It was an regular night in Orario. Many people were walking up and down the street, either heading home, going to the local pub or the dungeon for some late night grinding. However, there was one person who wasn't doing any of those things.
Sitting on the side was a young person wearing a brown cloak that covered his body. None of the people passing by paid any mind to the individual seated on the ground. And in all honesty, it's just what they expected.
"The target should be arriving any minute now. I think this routine is getting a tad old."
The figure continued to sit silently as the townspeople walked passed him. This went on for ten more minutes when another person walked by. Unlike before, this got the figure's attention as their head slightly raised upward.
"Finally showed yourself, I see. Well, let's not keep you waiting."
The figure stood up and dusted himself off. As he started to walk, he was quickly shoved aside by three rather unruly adventurers.
"Out of our way dumbass," one of them sneered.
The figure ignored them and continued to walk, much to their chagrin.
"Hey, are you deaf?" the second snapped. "He said to move!"
He kicked the figure on his back, but they quickly regained his footing. Letting out a sigh, they turned around to face the adventurers.
"Couldn't leave me alone for one minute, could you?" The figure got into a battle stance, staring down the opposers though their hood. "If I lose my target, it's on your heads. Which I will soon crack open."
The adventurers stared at the figure for a few seconds before laughing out loud, immediately gathering attention from the people walking by.
"Get a load of this moron! He thinks he can take all of us on his own!" the first adventurer cackled.
"Someone's in the mood to get his ass kicked," the second adventurer sneered. "Let's humor this punk and knock him out."
"…Your funeral," the figure replied casually, getting into a battle stance.
(Yakuza Kiwami OST: Funk Goes On 極)
The first adventurer charged towards the cloaked figure and threw a punch in his direction, but they simply dodged and retaliated with a swift kick to his abdomen, immediately taking the wind out of him. His colleagues looked shocked that a random person in a cloak easily took down one of their own.
"W-What's up with this prick? Is he some kind of a ninja?"
"I don't care. I'm gonna re-arrange his face so that the guild won't even recognize him."
This was said by the second adventurer, who showed more caution than his hot-headed companion. He slowly approached the figure and attempted to bait them by throwing some taunting jabs. The figure did not react to them.
"Oh, you're not just tough," he mused. "You're a smart one. I like seeing that in a person. It makes beating their dumb ass into the ground all the more satisfying."
The second adventurer attempted to kick the figure, but they blocked it and grabbed his leg before throwing him onto the ground. However, the adventurer quickly recovered and quickly dashed towards the figure with his arms raised in front of him.
"You're not getting the best of me again, you bastard!"
He threw some punched at the figure, but they dodged and blocked every single one. He then followed it up with another kick, but the figure ducked and landed a punch to his face, knocking him to the ground.
"What was that about me not getting the best you again?" the figure asked dully.
The third adventurer growled at the figure and pulled out his sword, much to the shock of the crowd and his fallen companions.
"B-Bro, you can't do that!" the first adventurer said in shock.
"Yeah, what he said!" the second added with a panicked tone. "If the guild finds out about this-"
"I don't give one-tenth of a shit what the guild will do to us if they get wind of it!" the third interrupted in a hostile tone. "As long as I can put this creep in the dirt, I don't care if I have my adventurer status revoked!"
The shallow declaration prompted a scoff from the figure.
"You're willing to throw away your pride as an adventurer just for cheap revenge? It's a good thing my expectations of you were low from the start."
The adventurer let out a war cry as he charged at the figure, wildly swinging his sword at them with no regard for the crowd. The figure simply dodged his swipes, waiting for the idiot to expose himself.
"Why! Won't! You! Keep! Your! Ass! Still!" the adventurer yelled while swinging his sword at the figure.
"I won't keep still because you're too sloppy," the figure replied. "Also…"
As the adventurer swung his sword at the figure, they ducked and delivered a combo of punches to the gut and a kick to the face, stagging the adventurer. Then, he landed the final blow, delivering a devestating kick to the chest that sent him flying… and caused him to land on his allies with a pained groan from all of them.
(End song)
The figure dusted himself off and stretched their arms. "That was good for a workout, but I really need to get going before I lose the aura of my target."
They prepared to walk off, but felt something grab their leg. They looked down to see the adventure whom they had recently defeated, his face adorned with the kick he received earlier.
"Hey… who the hell are you? What's your deal?"
The figure stared at the adventurer, then chuckled.
"Who am I? What's my deal? I'm really under no obligation to tell you anything, but I guess I should give you the courtesy of doing so."
In the one swift motion, the figure removed their cloak and threw it into the air, revealing themselves not only to the defeated adventurers, but to the crowd as well.
The figure was a young man with short white hair and red eyes. He had a decent build that was covered by a black shirt and gray jacket with pauldrons, black pants and brown boots. On his hands were fingerless gloves and on his belt was a dagger sheath.
"My name is Bell Cranel," the man said with a grin. "And I'm a detective."
KS: I hope you will enjoy how this story will turn out. I have a lot planned for this, and I have every intent on making it awesome.