Retribution

The Start Of A Journey (1)

Within the land of Tasine, present within the land of Edo Japan; There was a group of samurai known as "The Five Forces". This group of experts had been unstoppable. They stopped wars by themselves and conquered all land.

However....

Upon the death of their leader, due to unknown reasons.... The group dispersed amongst the nation, forever lost. Without someone to guide them, they were all but useless in the grand scheme of things, and as such, allowed the land of Tasine to fall. It soon became a lawless zone, ruled by no one.

Where are these five samurai now? Who knows, no one has heard a single thing about them in five years. And as such, the land of Tasine fell deeper and deeper into hell.

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Present in "Okubo Town", two young men sat intently around a small table. They were the only occupants of the small tavern of "Golden Jizz." They shared their words with a distinct bolster that no other man could bring. Their words took the bartender's attention and soon he too joined the fray! All and all, their conversation soon grew to a mumble of gloom, reminiscing the age of their battles. "We were like bam! Whooosh! Pow!" The shorter man exclaimed, his short and spiked hair had large parallels to his awfully sharp canines.

"No-No! I believe we went out like Pew Pew! Whabam!-See the difference?" The speaker of this message was a bit taller, had long and smooth hair with an awfully innocent baby face. The two went on and on, back and forth about their times at war, leaving the poor tavern owner struck in a confused silence. "Ugh, what?" He asked, furrowing his bushy brows and leaning his burly figure over the main table.

"You twov'e just been making weird noises. For a whole half an hour, not a lick of sense came from yer' throats." The two men directed their attention to him and simply chuckled. "You'd have to actually be there to understand." The taller man whispers in a kind, peaceful tone. "Finally, something I can agree with." His shorter buddy nodded.

Their conversation had been cut short, however... Someone came through the doors of the tavern. It was a young man, or rather... Boy. He wore a red robe, tied up with a white and red striped belt. He carried two scabbards, both carrying pink petals with a green background as for design. The only difference was that one scabbard contained a kodachi, the other, empty but covered by a top.

The atmosphere of the tavern changed. The owner, Torin turned his eyes to the two men just before placing them at the boy. "Morning! Anything I can get you?"

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Silence... The blonde simply approached, his bare feet pressing against the floorboards lightly. But with each light footstep, there was a vengeful heaviness. The other two men kept quiet, eyeing this young warrior as he made his way towards them.

The boy, 5'5 in height had finally pulled his eyes up to the two he came to meet. His pupils were blue, the eyes of a foreigner. The three exchanged silence for more than just a moment. Nothing came of it, and yet there was a devilish wall separating the boy from the men. It was as though it prevented them from interacting.

This devilish wall was called 'striking distance'. The boy staid just out of the reach of the men, the men although didn't move, were in no way in the cross-fire of his kodachi.

"My name is Mugen Sora, son of Yamato Sora... The man you lot abandoned." The men took a glance at each other before returning their glares. "Excuse me, what now?" The smaller man asked, but was instantly taken aback by what he saw.

The boy presented two perfectly drawn portraits of their faces. "My father was fond of the group. He told me stories of his adventures and such. Yet in the end, you chose to be cowards and abandon him."