A/N: a translation of stormbringer that i found! Feel free to skip this chapter!
Bungo Stray Dogs: STORMBRINGER
â€"That was the 169th possibility.
"You're late, little brother."
Table of Contents
004 â€" Prologue
009 â€" [CODE; 01] A program of at most 2,383 that some researchers had come up with
103 â€"[CODE; 02] Dead people don't have emotions
192 â€" [CODE; 03] I want to see Chuuya suffer as a human being
303 â€" [CODE; 04] Oh, grantors of dark disgrace
435 â€" Epilogue
470 â€" Afterword
473 â€" Harukawa 35ã€STORMBRINGERã€'Character Creation and Rough Sketch Gallery
Destiny whispers to the warrior,
"You can't fight against the storm."
The warrior whispers back,
"I am the storm."
â€"Cao Zhi, Ode to the Nymph of the Luo River
Prologue
The forest at night hides a certain wickedness.
There hasn't been a time in any country during any era where the forest at night wasn't evil.
However, how that evil took shape varied. It could appear as the darkness swallowing up your feet, or it could appear as a labyrinth that made you lose sight of how to get home. Sometimes, it could be a starving beast that bore it's drool covered fangs.
At that time, the evil of the forest was "light".
A light with an orange hue. An ominously glowing light that twisted and turned, dancing to music only it could hear.
Light.
A hole in the night that could do nothing but keep all living creatures frozen in fear.
That light was a forest fire.
The trees burned with a dry scream. Unlike humans, the flames didn't have preferences. They consumed any and everything without complaint, and the fatter they got, the more evil flowed out.
Come morning, the forest would be just a boring collection of black charcoal. That was how a forest died. It would come back to life, but only after a hundred years.
The criminal that fatally pierced that forest laid in the center of the flames.
It was the debris of a passenger plane.
The engine's rotary wings were still spinning, implying it had just crashed. The two wings had broken from the fuselage, vertically piercing the ground. It was almost like a gravestone.
The villagers of the surrounding area had gathered in an attempt to put out the fire and save lives. But soon, the villagers' faces were filled with despair. In a crash like this, there was no way there were survivors.
The separated fuselage was scorching hot, and the metal seemed to scream with a high-pitched sound. It seemed like the flames had reached the inside of the aircraft. If, hypothetically, you were to walk into the aircraft, your shoes would probably melt to the floor.
With feelings of hopelessness, the villagers began to check the wreckage.
A boy approached a piece of the debris.
He had come from one of the nearby villages.
He held a hatchet meant for felling. To help stop the spread of the fire, the boy thought to bring it to cut down any trees. Though really, he was just imitating the adults. His tiny, little axe didn't look like it could cut down even his grandfather's bonsai tree.
But even so, the boy approached the debris. There might be survivors. If he saved somebody, then the adults would give him lots of praise. The boy imagined himself as a young hero, and his heart began to throb.
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FanfictionSKK is too precious for me to not write about it T~T All characters are not mine and rightfully belong to the owner, Kafka Asagiri It's gonna be really cringe so please don't read this while you're sober. Also my first fanfic so enjoy! Contains: -F...
