"Brother?" A voice outside asked. Yoriichi, what is he doing here? "What?" I asked back. "Mother has passed". What, how could that be? She was doing somewhat fine just a while ago. I got up and walked to the door. "What did you say?" I was confused, I don't understand how he could say something like that without context. "What happened, how could you say something like that from out of the blue." This is unbelievable. Opening the door I look at my brother.I don't understand. "Forgive me." He said, "I beg that you hear me out and listen to my 'plot' as the heir to our family. I will leave home tonight." This is all so sudden, I don't know what to do. "You're leaving, now?" I say, it was the only thing I could say. "Yes, I only wished to say my goodbyes to you." "This flute," Yoriichi began, "Flute?" I interrupted. But, he seemed to ignore me. "I will strive, day after day. No matter how far from home I drift, I will not lose heart. Because I will think of my elder brother who gave me this flute." Yoriichi took the flute, which was practically useless. Wrapping it up in cloth, as though it was something precious, before putting it in his pocket. I don't know how something so useless could bring him such joy. I don't know what to do. I feel like I should say something, but I can't. Yoriichi bowed to me, and with nothing else but the flute, he left.
I need to check mother's room to see what's going on. Wandering into her room with purpose, I search with intent for something containing information. A diary, Yes! That would give me some answers. I heard something, "what was that?", I said aloud. A scream, raw and guttural. "Father!" I exclaim. My sword, I have to get it.
Arriving at my room I grab my sword and donned my chequered purple haori. I ran out of my room, to the sound of the new screams. Nearing the source, I draw my special Nichirin Sword, readying it and myself for what is about to come. I slow my steps and take light steps. I open the Shoji and enter the room. I see a room full of blood and dead bodies. My blood curdles and I feel myself about to puke. Just then, I notice in the centre of the room, I see a man.
In a Black suit, with white pants. He is demonically handsome, and covered in blood. Turning to me he says "Oh, you're not who i'm looking for. But it seems you're playing slayer. Entertain me." Facing my direction, I see his crimson, slitted eyes. He is no man, he is a demon. I charge at him, "Moon breathing: Second Form: Pearl Flower Moon Gazing" I perform three crescent-shaped slashes in front of me. The Demon in front of me blocks each strike with his hand effortlessly. He swipes at me with his clawed hand, I hop back and out of the way. The attack was too nonchalant, who is he? I retreat back, and prepare to attack again. If I let him attack me I am done for. He walks forward towards me "Why are you running boy? Fight me." In an attempt to push him back I use my breathing technique again. "Third Form: Loathsome Moon, Chains", I strike making two extremely broad crescent-shaped slashes directly in front of me. This isn't doing anything, he literally walks through my attack. His regeneration is too strong. With a quick attack the demon bursts forward and slashes at my stomach. For a split second I saw the demon's muscles and bones. I saw his muscles contract and, from that, I dodged before he even moved. Hopping back I barely dodge the fatal blow, but just with a scratch he cut my stomach open. Sending me flying.
The pain is unimaginable and I scream in agony. Even with that miracle I pulled off before he still hit me. What should I do? I can't win. Luckily because I moved back in time, he was unable to disembowel me. The pain didn't subside but I saw him approaching. Moving to my feet I prepared my strongest attack. I rush forward, "Sixth Form: Perpetual Night, Lonely Moon - Incessant" I rapidly perform a multitude of curved slashes several metres in front of me, that releases a wild barrage of crescent moon blades capable of slicing up the surroundings. This attack is special as I managed to make what I had envisioned Moon Breathing to be, Multiple attacks hidden within one. My attack hit the Demon on his smug face, drawing his blood. The demon's expression changed instantly into rage. His arm extended out, like a whip, and hit me on the side. I feel my rapidly beating heart getting scratched by his spiked arm. I feel my rib cage explode. I fly far, each second of movement feeling like infinite agony. Landing on the ground I couldn't move. "Impressive, boy. You managed to hit me. But, now you will die."
No I didn't want to die, I was supposed to be the greatest swordsman ever. I was supposed to be the heir. I was supposed to become a legend. I can't die, not now, not like this. I felt it, as the Demon raised his arm, A new strength. My Forehead and jaw burnt. I felt my heart beating rapidly and my body burning hot. I am Michikatsu Tsugikuni, and I was born to die, but not before them*. "Fifth Form: Moon Spirit Calamitous Eddy", I create multiple long and curved slashes layered over one another, creating a vortex of crescent moon blades. The Demon loses multiple fingers, and retreats back. The fingers regenerate Demon looked surprised, "The Curse Mark, petulant worm, you are impressive perhaps you may still be of use." He rushes in with murderous intent.
Sheathing my sword I take stance, "Moon Breathing First Form: Dark Moon, Evening Palace", drawing my katana I perform a singular horizontal slash following a crescent shape, creating numerous chaotic crescent blades along its path. The power of this 'curse mark' felt enormous. I would never have been able to do such attacks at my age. The Demon weaves the attack elegantly and I attack. Second Form: Pearl Flower Moongazing, this time I perform three crescent-shaped slashes while releasing a multitude of crescent moon blades along with them. Hitting the Demon, he launches a swift attack. I parry the attack, and begin my attack. I use all the Kenjutsu and Kendo techniques I can remember, The Demon swiftly dodges them all and closes in. extending his arm, he speaks, "Blood Demon Art: Black Blood Brambles" The Demon uses his blood to create an array of thorny, thin tendrils to entangle and slash me. There are too many tendrils, I can't do anything.
Strangely, I feel nothing as the light begins to fade. My blood splattering all around me like rogue fireworks. "I could not find the other one, so perhaps you may be of use." The pain rushes back as the Demon sticks his arm into my mutilated shoulder. I feel something being poured in me, I feel sick, I feel wrong. The last words I can hear are "I dub you Kokushibo. Perhaps my experiment may come true."
That's the first chapter, I hope you thought that was good. If there are any suggestions to improve my writing, or story please comment. I will use the '*' to explain what I mean afterwards
*Them, being Demons. It is also a reference to a certain game, if you remember it you're an OG.