"Come on, Asuka" Mikasa said to her student, who was now struggling to get back on her feet, panting heavily, covered in dirt and sweat. "That was me holding back... Way back."
They had been training for the past two hours, and Asuka looked like she wasn't making any progress whatsoever in what he was doing and there was long way for her to go in this. "At this rate, you won't learn anything today" Mikasa said, also panting, covered in sweat. Asuka got down to the ground, dropping her sword in slight frustration, and Hina sighed, pinning hers to the ground. "You know what your problem is?" she asked. "You are weak." Asuka looked at her with an arched brow. "Yes, no shit!" she responded angrily. "Thanks for being so helpful by pointing out the obvious. What else are you going to point out? That I'm young?" Mikasa sighed, walking towards her. "Get Up", she instructed, and Asuka did, expecting nothingFor the next three days the wild elven trio taught Daisuke and his companions, giving them the basics of everything they had known for a long time and leaving it to them to practice and learn by themselves, even though they barely had time to master it all. By the end of the second day, Hina and Aya had finished making a new quiver full of arrows, all refined pieces of wood with a sharpened tip. She was now learning to shoot them like regular arrows, and thanks to her talents for archery she easily became good at it. By the start of the third day, Daisuke had won his first sparring session with Satoru, and the two seemed to be getting along much better than the others had expected. By the end of that day, after a heavy supper, the both of them got drunk, and in their drunken state showed themselves the kind of fondness they never would if sober. It was a moment the rest of them would have etched into their minds and use to tease the both of
"Half breeds?" asked Daisuke with an arched brow. "What is that?" Then Asuka put her hand behind Daisuke and pricked him so hard that he almost screamed out. Hoshino looked at Daisuke with a slight frown, and the young man looked away, realising he had just crossed a line. "Please forgive my friend" she said to him, and Minato took a deep breath. "Its alright" Minato said to Asuka before looking at Daisuke. "As you know, there are several races in this world, among which two person of different races can copulate to produce offspring of either race. However, some races aren't compatible enough to do that, and instead of producing offspring of either race, they produce offspring that are a hideous mix of both. Such creatures are known as Halfbreeds. I and my brother are one of such. We never knew our parents, but we were told that they were a rich slave master who was a Ketsuki and an female elven slave.
"Seriously, Daisuke?" Aya said. "Did you really have to do that? Haven't you lived long enough with these people to know that it's not worth it to pick up a fight with him?" "Why are you talking as if he was the one who started it?" Asuka countered. "Ever since we got here, Satoru has always tried to provoke him with every chance he got while Daisuke has always remained silent. How long were you expecting him to keep quiet?" "Don't you think it would be better if we just got along for the short period of time we have with each other?" asked Aya. "Now this will only cause more friction within the group instead of fixing anything, unfortunately." "Then let it be so" Asuka replied. "It's better for things to remain this way than for us to go together into such a crucial mission barely tolerating each other." Then Aya looked to Daisuke, who was still staring at the little fire in the midst of them without saying anything. "What do
It was now past dawn the next day, and everyone had prepared for the journey ahead. This morning marked a huge shift in their lives, and they knew it. With each of them wearing a small backpack of some sort, they all left the house. Hina looked at the house one last time as Mikasa placed a hand on her shoulder, understanding the sentiment. They had lived for long in that place that parting ways with it felt sad. But after a deep sigh, she turned around, leaving with the others who were now ahead of her. All six of them headed towards the Ketsuki's territory, with Minato and Hoshino leading the way. They walked for hours and hours without stopping. Their legs ached and their clothes were becoming drenched with sweat, but they pushed on nonetheless. They didn't want to camp until they had to, and that would be by nighttime. When they were hungry, they would eat their rations as they hiked the high paths, each knowing that they h
It had now been a few days since they had left their home in the middle of the woods, and the six of them had walked tirelessly, sleeping for just a few hours each night and resuming their walk just before dawn. They had been walking for a long time, and could each feel their bones and muscles cry out from within their legs for another long period of rest. What seemed strange was that the two Ketsuki who walked ahead of them seemed to be the least tired among them, and barely expressed any form of fatigue until whenever they settled at night to rest until the next day. It seemed they were both excited to get back home, and no stress could get in the way of that. Hina and Aya could only imagine the excitement those outcasts had to reunite with those they had left in Brannuka. Both Ketsuki didn't look like they were afraid of whether the others would accept them back or not, given that they had left the others behind to find a better life out
Multiple centuries ago. In a lost era. It was an age of war, not one among races, but one occuring within a race. It was a time when a long forgotten race once dominated the whole world, while other creatures, though strong or just as intelligent, were regarded as inferior in terms of growth and prosperity. It was a lost age. The lost era of humanity. An era where humanity flourished above all other races despite the odds, and were feared by all. However, unlike other races, they were barely united, and what baffled other sentient beings was how they constantly went to war against one another. It was as if they hated the fact that they were the ones at the top and we're looking for means of making themselves weaker. So there were continual wars and rumors of war. It was an age of recurrent battles and pointless confrontations, an era where a day couldn't pass by without news of conquest f
Vlad, his spy who had led them there, his two generals and their ten companions all got into the secret passageway, while the other soldiers remained at the throne room, gathering as many spoils as they could find. Vald walked behind the spy, who walked ahead of them, looking around with his fiery torch. He was new to this place, as was the rest of them. It was now it occurred to him that this might have been a wrong decision. It might be a trap designed to keep them stranded there, as far fetched as it felt. But it mattered little to him, he wanted to meet the King of this land, he wanted to show him a piece of his mind. Soon, the downward spiralling staircase came to an end, and a linear path was set before them. At this point, they didn't know how deep they had gotten into the ground, as the downward stairs they had taken seemed too long for just descending beneath a wall of sixty feet. It was a lot deeper. Seeing the path
Zaraki knocked on the door of Dracula's room, but all he could hear were maniacal laugh coming from within the room. The butler took a deep breath before opening the door of the room, and the moment he did so, he was greeted with complete darkness. The only thing illuminating the room was a candle set on a table close to the largest window, where Dracula sat, staring at a scroll while laughing hysterically as if reading the script for a stage comedy. "What are you up to this time, Master Dracula?" asked the chief butler as he looked around, squinting his face. "And what is that smell? When was the last time you bathed?" "I've finally found it!" Dracula said excitedly without looking back at the person who had just entered the room without his permission. "What could you have possibly found that excites you better than your father becoming the third Emperor of our race?" asked Zaraki. "Oh, he did? Doesn't matte