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Prologue: The Oni
The night was cold and still in a distant village. A ear-splitting scream broke the peaceful silence. "N-no! G-get back!!!!" An old man with sweat glistening on his wrinkled face cried in fear. His thinning hair was glued to his head. his eyes were a pale grey. His fear was a man somewhere in his twenties, had long flowing black hair and red eyes that peirced the soul. His apparel was a kimono, black as death. In his hand was a traditional katana clutched in his left hand.
"I-I know who you are. You-you're the-the Oni! The Oni Samurai!!!! The Oni smiled and with a slash, the light was gone from the old man's eyes. "There he is! In the town center!" Six men in kimonos carrying katanas surrounded the intruder. The Oni's smiled faded as another man stepped forward, smiling. "Finally, the Oni, a man with a reputation that has reached this peaceful village." The man laughed and continued, "Now the world will know the man who slayed the Oni, Akira Rurousha. My legacy will surpass yours." The one called Akira took his stance. The Oni smiled again and took his.
The two men charged with such speed, the guards watching couldn't tell who was who. Sparks danced across the battlefield in a flurry of yellow and orange. "Your moves are indeed quick. You live up to your name, Oni." The Oni didn't reply. Akira slashed once more, the Oni dodged the entire attack. Then suddenly the Oni felt a blow to the head. Akira stood behind him and smiled. "That should kill you. Right in the spine. First paralysis, then slow death. I wish I could've gotten your blood as a trophy. Men, dump his body in a ditch somewhere." "Yes sir!" The Oni's eyes closed as he felt his body rise up from the ground. There was a cold shiver up his spine and everything went black and cold as the night......
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Chapter One: Awakening
Sunlight. The light burned like acid in the Oni's eyes. His eyes opened slowly and he gasped in terror. Countless corspes lay rotted, mangled and disfigured. The smell was unbearable. "W-where the hell am I? Who am I?" The Oni looked and saw a katana clutched in his left hand. There were characters ingraved on the blade."Shikyo Ikazuchi", meaning, "Death" and "Thunder". "I guess that my name now. It has a nice ring to it."
Shikyo pulled himself to his feet and almost gagged from the horrid smell. "Uhgh, I have to get out of here." Shikyo looked all around him and only saw a village in the horizon. Shikyo's stomach growled furiously. "I need something to eat." He walked to the village and looked in awe. Beautiful houses and shops were shining with purity. Shikyo walked and saw an old man about in his forties or fifties buying dumplings. Shikyo's stomach growled again.
"Hey, mister! Excuse me!" The old man turned around and smiled. "Greetings, traveler. What can I do for you?" Shikyo stumbled to find the words. "I.........have no money, and I just woke up in a ditch. Is...there anyway I could have some food and some money?" The old man smiled again, his grey eyes shined of youth. "Why, sure. But, do you know why you were in a ditch in the first place?" Shikyo's red eyes looked down in shame, "I have no idea. I don't even know who I am or where I came from." "Well do you at least know your name?" The old man asked. Shikyo looked at his blade. "It says Shikyo Ikazuchi." The old man smiled brightly again and said, "Well, there you go! Come on. We'll go to my house. I'll cook you something." Shikyo bowed and exclaimed with joy, "Thank you so much, mister.......uh..." The man finished Shikyo's sentence, "Shirisaya Sasori." Shikyo's eyes widened and said in awe, "Wow, that's a pretty cool name!" They both laughed.
The two walked to Shirisaya's house. "Well, here it is. My beautiful home. Come on in, make yourself at home." Shikyo took off his sandals and sat at the table. "Ho, ho. I see you haven't forgot your manners." Shirisaya said laughing and bringing rice and dumplings. "Thank you so much, Shirisaya-sama. I don't know how I can repay you." "No, no. It's okay. Do onto others what you want done onto you, I always say." Shirisaya smiled. "My son is about your age, you two might get along." "Do you have a wife, Shirisaya-sama?" The old man's grey eyes grew cold and sad. "My wife......was murdered by a monster. Killed by the Oni Samurai." "I am sorry for your loss. But who is the Oni?" "The Oni is a monster. He's killed so many lives. He targets Samurai but he will not hesatate to kill innocent victims. He came to this village a few months back, he killed a few of the guards and then his sights were set on my son. My wife sheilded him and she........." Shirisaya's eyes were filled with tears. "I am so sorry for your loss." Shikyo said again. "No, no. It's quite alright." The door opened and a man about Shikyo's age stood in the light. He had brown hair tied back into a ponytail, brown eyes and had a katana sheathed to his side. "Oh, Dad, I didn't know you had company." "Roku, this is Shikyo Ikazuchi. He seems to have a case of amnesia and needs a place to stay. Could you take him in until he can get on his feet again?" "Uh, sure, I guess he can stay a little while."
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