Several days later, as Kiyoshi nears his destination, he seems to get opposition from Lilly, Tyrook, and Kivuli as to the mission destination."Kiyo, are you sure you heard Sairon correctly as to where this mission is taking place," Lilly asked with a concerned tone of voice, to which Kiyoshi replied yes the northern light temple you were there when he said it. You all were there stop acting like we are not going the correct way."I knew it, that bastard Sairon is sending Kiyoshi to his death. After years of using the kid now he sends him to the northern light temple to die that bastard and the poor kid is going all with it clueless to the painful end that is about to meet him."Tyrook shouted while also cursing Sairon's name in an unknown demonic tongue."I hope you're not trying to put a dark spell on my master Tyrook. And relax master Sairon will never do anything to put me in harm's way the fact that the mission is located in the northern light temple just amplifies how serious it
As the figure comes down the stairway, Kiyoshi observes the person who attacked him previously with such a power attack. The figure turns out to be a beautiful woman in her early twenties of Asian descent. Her long blackish-purple hair was pulled into a ponytail with a white ribbon. Her skin was clean and flawless and the sunlight reflected perfectly off her skin. Her eyes were a sapphire blue that captivated the young samurai in their beauty, even if it was just for a moment. A cute round nose and a set of full lips that were covered in black lipstick complimented her beautiful eyes.She wore a long white kimono with white socks and sandals. In her left hand was a spear with a wooden stick and a large triangle tip. At the button of the spear tip were five feathers tied with string, two black and three white, all with a small coconut-like fruit that shook as she came down the step.As she came down the stairway, all the monks gathered themselves on opposite sides of the stairway and b
A lone man in a black cloak and a black Kasa hat walks the vast desert that seems to be endless. As he walks, a strange voice speaks to him from his sword. "Do you need our help this time?" remarked the disembodied voice." No, it's just a simple eradication mission" replied Kiyoshi as he looked down at the bandit camp from above a Sandhill. As Kiyoshi walks down the Sandhill a bandit scout spots him from a tower,Kiyoshi takes out a bag of gold coins from his pockets and holds it up in the air in the direction of the scout as he walks into the bandit camp. As Kiyoshi enters the bandit camp everyone in the camp stops what they were doing and all eyes were on Kiyoshi from the youngest child to the elders of the camp watched Kiyoshi with fierce and deadly intense eyes, with everyone at least having one hand on or close by a weapon with most of them living in beat-up tents and old rustic sheds with only structure being proper housing was old wooden homes, as Kiyoshi walked by eve
The blood-curdling screams of his name could be heard throughout the entire camp. As Kiyoshi turned, he saw a shadowy figure continue to scream his name with rage and anger "Kiyoshi, Kiyoshi, Kiyoshi ".The shadowy figure continued calling out to him. As he begins to walk closer to the shadowy figure, his feet sink in the blood-soaked sand, creating miniature pools of blood that drowned and covered his feet with each step. As he continues to make his voyage towards the figure calling out to him, he finds himself surrounded by the tearful and sorrowful widows and children of the men that he had just killed.Looking at them, he can see the terror in their eyes, but more so he can see the hatred for him building inside them even among the children. Three quarters to his destination, he can finally figure out who it was. It's Maxwell, but his appearance has changed a bit. For starters, he now sports a pair of spiked iron shoulder pads, which were a crimson color, and on his hands
As their battle comes to its climax, Maxwell gets flashbacks to the moment that led him down this path. It was many years when Maxwell was just a young lad, about 8 years of age. He and his friends sat on rocks by the swamp, their skin and clothes dirty and torn. Maxwell's fiery reddish hair was in cornrows. They sat by the swamp throwing rocks at Croco-slugs. Grotesque abominations. The slugs. Grew up to twenty to thirty feet. They had teeth like crocodiles, but much longer.They had silver hard plated scales on their backs and the center of their heads, which took no damage to gunshots or even blunt weapons. Their tails look like crocodile tails and their slime was acidic, melting everything besides the other inhabitants of the swamp that grew accustomed to it. The boys continued throwing rocks at the monster as they slowly swam across the swamp unfazed by the rocks being thrown at.Then suddenly, a voice started shouting at the boys. "Get down here you little bastar
Early the next morning, Maxwell and John headed to a field in the middle of the forest. John told Maxwell to step back a couple of feet away from him and wait on his word. There were several sticks wrapped in cloth next to him and, without warning, John began throwing the stick at Maxwell at blazing speed. The projectiles were upon Maxwell, but he dodged them with ease and within a fraction of a second. But before Maxwell could come to terms with his current situation, John approached him faster than the projectiles and he threw a variety of kicks and punches some moves Maxwell didn't know that the human body could do, causing Maxwell to go on the defensive. He evades all John's attacks with ease because of his slight frame and remarkable agility and reaction time.As the fight goes on, Maxwell looks for an open and tries to roundhouse kick John in the rib cage, which was rejected as John caught Maxwell's foot and launched him into a boulder. As Maxwell tries to recover himse
"Maxwell," John called out to Maxwell as he leave. Maxwell turned to face John. "Go to the center of the forest. There is an old tree stump. There, I left something for you." remarked John. "For me?" replied Maxwell. "Yes, I think you will need it," remarked John. "Thank you," replied Maxwell as he left. I Maxwell reached the center of the forest. He saw the stump with something wrapped in cloth on top of it. Maxwell picked up the item and unwrapped it. It was a sword, a unique one at that. The blade of the sword was black and silver. Curved in design, with the base of the blade being its widest point as it narrows down to the tip of the blade.The handle of the sword was iron with gold wrapped around it. The gold had animals engraved in it. Maxwell only recognized the animals from the stories John told him about his homeland. He can recognize the lion, elephant, and zebra. As Maxwell examined the sword, he saw a piece of paper attached to it. Opening the paper, he saw a note
As their climactic battle ends, the man with backs turns to each other, awaiting the results of their last clash. The air stood still as the women and children surrounding them looked on in anticipation, hoping but yet still fearing the final out-coming. A sudden burst of blood jets off Kiyoshi's shoulder with the two men standing still as a huge slash appears. The slash is long as it runs down Kiyoshi's shoulder to the lower part of his chest, with parts of his bond showing because of the depth of the cut. As Kiyoshi bleeds on the ground, holding his own to his sword with one hand, Maxwell laughs monstrously, claiming his victory, as he continues to laugh a sudden and sharp pain in his midsection takes him and he too drops to his knees. He grabs onto his midsection and realized his hands were wet. Looking at them, he saw blood confirming he was indeed cut as well. With the pain intensive, Maxwell realized the cut was getting bigger and that he needed to hold it together to