Hey everyone. I know this isn't the other story and I apologize, but the beta and I ended up having a falling out in how the story should play out and the story ended up not being something i was proud of. I capitulated so much on my vision and it ended up being something I couldn't do anymore. I lost the muse and lost the drive to write and hoping this time around I can stick with it. My life is still busy and work is so draining, but I am going to try at least one chapter a week, maybe two depending on how the weekend goes.

So, this is another story for Danmachi that will roughly play out almost similiarly to the other one. He'll join the Loki familia and make a harem with the Goddess and other ladies. Just a different way about it. I hope you do enjoy the story, even though this chapter is a little 'rushed' and a little rough, but it'll be better in the next chapter as I try to get this intro out of the way.

Thanks for staying with me and how difficult I can be. Love y'all.

I own absolutely nothing except my own ideas. Characters are all owned by their respective creators.

Hundreds of miles away from the busies city of the continent, Orario, was a relatively large village with a hundred thousand people living in it. It was far enough away that the currency was not that of the Vali's but of a paper domination. Magic stones were not common or used to power ingenious devices like lamps or elevators, cranes or even heating. No, this village still had basic utilities where fire was the source of heat and lamps were courtesy of candles or flames. Farming, mining and trade is the economy of the land. The town square and the economic sector of the town was always busy, with people from different towns and cities coming here to trade.

The town was far enough away that Orario had no influence, with very little trade coming to or from the capital of the continent. The outskirts of the town was covered in farms or roads leading to different mines, though the main road did, in fact, lead straight to the city of Orario. It wasn't uncommon for people to leave for the city, especially young adults who dream of adventure and the chance to get rich, but plenty were content with as things were. The town was happy, living a life of modesty and hard work, where the rivers ran clean and crime wasn't common. Monsters existed even far out where the town was, but nothing that would cause much trouble. Sometimes livestock would go missing and sometimes a monster would come close to the town at random, but nothing too terrifying that the volunteer guards couldn't keep it safe. It was a relatively peaceful place.

The descent of the deities was common knowledge, though most of the deities would have been found at the major city were all the excitement was at. The knowledge of the dungeon as well as the major happenings were known in the town, though sometimes six months or even a year would pass before news would travel. News would come from travelers who had visited the city or the rare trader that passed through from the city. The people of the large town were quite satisfied being far away from the deities and their desire for entertainment, just wishing to live a quiet life… though not everyone, as mentioned before, had dreams of quiet.

A young boy, only seven years old was sitting on the porch of a small house located on a small farm. The farm wasn't large enough to supply the town with all of its crops, but it was enough to sustain the home. The main income for the farm in question was actually its chickens, though it was the hens. The roosters weren't kept in stock, so those were used as the meat product for the farm family. The hens on the other hand and their eggs in particular were the product that fed the town most of its egg supply. The boy, in question was sitting on a two seated swing chair, hoisted by thick ropes to the awning. He was sitting with an older man, white hair and a bushy beard, while the young man had similar colored hair. The most striking feature of the boy was his red eyes. Most would describe him as a rabbit, thanks to his hair and eyes.

"Grandpa. I want to be a hero, just like the Argonaut, one day." Spoke the young boy. The grandfather in question was holding a story book, called the Argonaut. It was a very cliche story, one of a great hero that slayed monsters stronger than him all with a great will and skill. A story where the hero fell in love with many women and they with him. A story of an adventure… the greatest adventure to ever exist. This was the story that children loved.

"A hero like the Argonaut?" The old man laughed, looking down at his grandson. "You don't like living on the farm and helping your old man with the chickens?"

"Of course I do Grandpa! I just think it'll be awesome to slay monsters!"

"And get the girls?"

"And get the girls!"

"Hahah! That's my boy. I've taught you well! So you say you want to be a hero huh but what kind?"

"Argonaut! I want to be the best!"

"Being a hero isn't easy. There is a reason most people aren't one. There's a reason why only a few can ever be called a hero."

"Anyone can be a hero if they chose to be!"

"You're still young so it'll be hard for you to understand… but the day will come when you are faced with the challenges that either will either make you or break you. I will always support your dreams Bell."

"I don't understand what you are talking about Grandpa, but I want to save the girl and marry her!"

"Hahaha! Perhaps there is hope for you yet… alright. If you were to be a hero, you'd have to learn how to fight. Have you decided on how you'd like to fight?" The old man asked, which forced the young boy to go quiet in thought. After only ten seconds, Bell grinned and jumped up from the swing seat that he shared with his grandpa and threw out a punch.

"HA!" He yelled out in a comical fashion, like one of the many he'd read about in other stories. "I want to fight like one of those amazons that Argonaut had married!"

"Ah is that so? The Amazon's are a very proud race and hand to hand fighting is built into their culture… Are you sure that is what you want? Learning to fight hand to hand is difficult, especially if you wish to be the best. If you just want to learn to throw punches, you will not make it as a hero. If you wish to be the best, you'll have to learn many styles, forms and also keep in shape." The old man spoke, trying to make his Grandson see reason. "The monsters out there will not care that you wish to fight hand to hand. They will come at you regardless and there is a reason most warriors and heroes use weaponry."

"I can do it!"

"I will support you… but it will not be easy. I'll start you out easy and as you get older and understand just how difficult things are, I'll make sure you get the proper education and training. This doesn't mean you can skimp out on the chores or work around here either!"

"I will not let you down Grandpa! I will show you just how much of a hero I will become!"

"Haha. I believe you! I will start your training this weekend, but for now, it is time for bed."

"One more story?"

"Alright, one more story. I will tell you a story I've never told you before… the story of Odysseus."

THREE YEARS LATER.

"HNNNNAH!" Bell roared out, now ten, as he threw a large stone statue in the shape of a Kobold. Bell had ducked under the imaginary claw attack of the kobold, grabbing the outstretched arm of stone before tossing the Kobold statue over his shoulder and onto the earth with a thud. Bell would then jump backwards to gain some distance from the statue, only to turn at the applause.

"Well done boy!" His grandfather said, only for Bell to frown.

"Grandpa, you've spent four years teaching me throwing and a few other things, but I've not learned anything about taking down the monsters!"

"It's to protect you Bell. Monsters aren't the only things a hero may have to go against." The old man said, a frown forming on his face and a distant look. "I won't have forever to be with you and I can't protect you forever from the cruelty of the world."

"You won't have to if I am trained to fight!" Bell exclaimed, getting his grandfather to sigh.

"Perhaps not… but I told you this years ago. This is not an easy path you've chosen. Giving up is not an option anymore if you wish to progress. If you give up, you'll not reach the place you need to be at to fight and become the hero you seek. I've told you so much about the dungeon, but you don't understand just how dangerous a place it is."

"Then teach me! I want to be a hero and I want to keep learning how to fight! I won't give up!"

"You hear that? The little brat thinks he won't give up." Spoke a voice. Bell turned and watched as five people walked up the path to the house. The voice who spoke was a middle aged man who was built like an oak tree. He had a black vest on with nothing else, showing the rippling abs and thick tree trunk arms.

"So I heard, but I've heard that many times and yet I've had so many just give up without trying." Spoke another. This time it was another middle aged man who was less tree trunk and more slender. He wore a white robe, one that Bell had seen before in picture books. It was used by those who trained in the martial arts from the far east!

The other three stayed quiet, but all five were grinning. The third was another man. He was the tallest of the group with spiky white hair, and he wore a simple T-shirt and shorts. His body was built like a fighter, much more so than the one in the white robe, but less than the first. The fourth was a man in a black robe and black slippers, who was the least built of the group. If Bell could put a finger on it, it was a person from the far east. The last one was a woman, someone who also looked like from the far east. She was a fair skinned young woman, easily the youngest of the bunch, with long black hair tied in a pony tail. She was the only one of the group who was carrying several swords on her back. She was incredibly pretty, with a large chest, thick thighs and a curvaceous bottom. She wore a Kimono, that was incredibly small and revealing. It was clear it was custom built to allow her the movement to fight, while also maintaining the far eastern fashion. She had dark purple stockings that went up mid thigh, with a cloth binding around her chest which did little to hide how stacked she was in the chest.

"Welcome. I am glad you all have found your way here safely."

"Grandpa? Who are these people?" Bell asked, moving back towards his Grandfather who sat on the porch swing chair. The old man stood up and smiled at Bell.

"These will be your new instructors and care takers until you are ready."

"What?"

"I knew that today you were going to ask me to teach you to fight. I've been sensing it for a while now really… so I called favors to my friends… and they agreed to teach you… but only if you are truly up for it."

"I… Yes! I want to learn to fight!" Bell exclaimed, only to turn his head to look at his Grandfather when he felt the large hand rest on his shoulder.

"This is the only chance you got to back out. You won't be living here on the farm but out in the woods with them. I won't see you again until you are ready. The training will not be easy, but if you truly wish to become the hero that you crave and to fight in the dungeon with just yours fists, then this is the only option for you. Are you sure you want this?"

"I won't get to see you again?"

"Not for a few years at the least. Maybe ten at most. All depends on you and how fast you progress."

"I… I don't want to leave you Grandpa. I… you're my family!"

"I know and I would love for you to be with me as well… but this is the only way." He said, getting on his knees and holding Bell by his shoulders. "I want you to go with them and reach your dreams."

"No! I can't!" Bell said, the fear sinking in of never seeing his Grandfather again. The old man closed his eyes.

"You can and I know you can. You may not think you can do it today… but one day you'll forgive me for doing this." He said, giving Bell a sad smile before gently pushing Bell backwards into the massive hands of the first man.

"Grandpa?!" Bell exclaimed, trying to break free from the boulder sized hands, only to not even budge an inch.

"You'll be fine and you will understand one day." Bells Grandfather stated, before walking back inside of the small home leaving the screaming and crying Bell to be carried off away from the life that was safe and secure, to a life of adventure even if the young man wouldn't understand for a while.

It took him a good month of sobbing and hate for the ones who took him away for him to come to terms with had happened. They had not harmed him and had fed him amazing meals, given him a great place to sleep that was leagues better than where he was with his grandfather. They had done their best to console him, despite the clear ineptitude to console the young man. Bell couldn't understand why his Grandfather had left him in the hands of these people for a long time, but after a month he began to understand why. He was the one who wanted this path and his Grandfather had the best intentions at heart. It took him a while to realize this, but when he did he would learn that his Grandfather was right… it was not easy. The training and work that Bell would have to put in would drive a weaker man insane but Bell had a dream, a goal and a burning desire to achieve his goals.

FIVE AND A HALF YEARS LATER

Bell, was now fifteen years old and stood before the massive double gate that acted as the door to the property. He had spent the last five and a half years at a dojo deep in the woods a hundred miles west of his home. He had been standing there for the past half hour, staring up at the massive yin-yang symbol above the gate, as he was deep in thought of the past five and a half years. What was he going to discover when he got home? Would things be different? Would his Grandfather still be alive? Would his town be alive? What if there was an invasion?! A monster attack that wiped them out?! Bell didn't know what he was going to discover, but the anxiety was eating him up.

"You're still here… Are you nervous?" Spoke the only female that was ever present at the dojo. She stepped up to stand next to Bell, a good six inches above the young man. Bell was five foot seven, making her six foot one.

"Ah… Shigure… Yes… I don't know what to expect."

"That's the beauty of life. Not knowing what to expect is what makes it so fun. Would you really want to know everything that was going to happen?"

"I suppose not…" He said quietly, frowning a bit.

"You're ready. You made sure of that when you never gave up on our teachings, even with how hard it was. You are going to be okay."

"That's not… I…"

"Go live your dream. Courage is still your weakest attribute, so take the first step and go home. If you find you can't advance after that, you can come back here." She said with a small smile, gently nudging Bell towards the gate.

"Right… you're right. This is to be my adventure!" Bell said with a sudden burst of courage from the encouragement of his weapons master.

"Remember all that we've taught you and you will make that dream of yours a reality. When you reach your dream, come back and we will all celebrate it." She said, watching as Bell opened the gate and waved goodbye.

"I will come back! I promise!" He said, closing the gate behind before he started on the long gravel path back home.

The long journey back home took a little under a week, just walking along the lone path. It wasn't a main road so not many would travel by him, let alone someone who would be willing to take him in their carriage. He had no money to spend for a taxi, so he had to walk it. He entered his homes property, going through the wire fencing only to immediately start to pick up the pace. His yard was overgrown with weeds and the grass had reached two feet in places, which meant that no one had taken care of the yard in at least six months which meant something had happened to his Grandfather. He ran through the yard, having been unable to fine the stone pathway that led from the fence to the home. The state of the home wasn't much better.

Cobwebs covered the awning of the porch, with multiple spiderwebs on the porch railings. A large nest of hornets in the right corner of the awning and several smaller paper wasp nests. He tried the door, finding it unlocked. He opened the door and the musty smell of old water and mold filled his nostrils. Coughing into his arm, Bell went further into his home and his heart began to sink. His home was completely abandoned. It was clear his Grandfather had no lived in the home in at least a year, if not more. Cobwebs all over, dust covered every inch of the furniture, cracks in the plaster of the walls. Bell walked towards the kitchen and looked around to see if anyone had left him any information about his Grandfather but the search of the kitchen gave him no clues.

Bell changed direction and went up the stairs, thinking maybe his Grandfather had left him something. It turns out he was right. A dusty letter in a brown envelope sat on the dirty pillow of Bells bed. It was right in the center, neatly placed. The letter was completely dirty indicating that whenever it was placed, it was a very long time ago. Bell took a seat on his bed, kicking up a cloud of dirt and dust, which forced Bell into a coughing fit. Bell picked up the letter once he was done hacking up his lungs, opening the envelope carefully. He unfolded the letter and his brows furrowed as he began to read, a frown spreading across his face shortly after.

"If you are reading this, it means you came home and I wasn't here. I had this letter delivered to you in the event of my death, which means I have left you alone. I am sorry. I didn't want our last moment together to be abandoning you to the dojo and the life of a hero, but I do not regret it.

I know it took you a while to forgive me and to understand why I did what I did, but I want you to understand that I love you. I want nothing but the best for you Bell and I support you and still do even where I rest now. I know it wasn't easy living there and I know what you went through was torturous, but the dungeon will not show you mercy. You will be killed if you are not prepared and I do not wish that for you my boy. I want you to live a life of happiness. I want you to chase your dream and to be the hero.

I said this when you were younger, but the path you have chosen will not be easy. You will find challenges up ahead that you may not think you can face but I know you'll be okay. You'll find solutions to your problems and you will make it out okay. You were always a stubborn boy and I only wish I could see you as you are now. I bet you've grown into a fine young man that I could be proud of. I was always proud of you… always proud.

You'll find in your dresser a bag of Valis to get you going. You'll find enough to pay for the entrance fee into Orario as well as enough Vali's to get you a room at an Inn for a week as well as meals. I know you'll find yourself a great Familia, one that will help you grow even stronger than I ever could but it may take a while. The Dungeon is not a nice place but as long as you stick to the upper five levels, you should be okay. Just don't overextend yourself and keep to the training you learned. If you have to run, run. There is no shame in living another day.

Be a man. An honorable and good man. One that a woman could fall in love with and one that children could look up to. A man that keeps his word and helps others. Trust in yourself as I have always trusted in you.

I love you so much and I only wish I could be there to see your progress.

Good bye.

- Grandpa.

Tears fell freely from his eyes at reading the letter, feeling alone now. Sobs racked his chest as the young man mourned the loss of his Grandfather, having not been there when he passed. Bell curled up in his bed in a ball, clutching the letter tightly to his chest and would lay there to mourn.

Read. Review. Moo.

If you ever watched a certain martial arts anime, you can easily tell who the masters are and what kind of combatant Bell will be. Not a real crossover, but definitely some liberties.

Harem: Loki.

Right now, only Loki is confirmed as I try to think more about the harem and how many I want to be put in there as too many women will make it difficult to give them all fairness right?