Day 151

An instant flash of black and blue followed by a monstrosity of fire and dark scales. The lush jungle landscape was being torn to pieces, shown no mercy by the creature hunting its infinitesimal prey, it was giving the small creature no quarter. It thrashed about as it opened its colossal jaws. The small creature soared through the trees, sweating furiously, trying to escape with its life. While continuing its escape it started to utter noises.

“What did I do? What did I do?” The creature which actually was an eleven year old boy whined as he soared from tree to tree with athletic grace, it was apparent that he was no ordinary pre-adolescent as he was able to defy gravity for several seconds before reaching the ground and landing safely on a thin tree branch. He looked back and the monster roared in response. The boy locked his knees and took an extraordinary leap forward and rapidly increased his speed in order not to be devoured by the beast. After a long period of evasive maneuvers the boy started to become tired. He looked back upon the beast and grunted. He started to despise how much energy the beast had in it. He yelled in frustration and turned backwards. “I had enough, you’re going down. Majin Rengazan!” The boy made a slashing formation with both of his arms which threw out waves of sonic energy at the monster which hit it square in the face. The monster screamed in anguish and fell back. “Jackpot!” The boy said and took a moment to rest. The monster stumbled backwards for a bit, the boy wishing for it to fall to its demise. The creature however regained composure and started to build up fire in its gaping jaws. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” The boy started to jump again, even faster than before. The creature let out a roar and unleashed the stored up fire in its mouth in the form of a giant sphere of blazing fury. The boy looked back and his eyes widened in shock. “Zeppuujin... WHOAH!” The boy started to create a projectile of wind but it instantly withered away by the incoming ball of fire. He held his hands over his face hoping that if he didn’t see it, it wasn’t real. Fully expecting for it to turn him into a freshly roasted meal he felt the slightest breeze tickle his cheek. He unobstructed his face and saw that the fire ball was actually cut into two, a feat that would seem normally impossible.

“How was someone like you chosen to be a warrior of harmony?” A gruff older voice called out. The boy looked at the face of his savior. He was far older than him, he may have been four times his own age. He had long black unkempt hair and he was wearing a headband with a piece of black and red metal sticking upwards like a pincer. He was also wearing a long black coat with a flame motif on the bottom and plates of red armor running down his armor. His muscles peeked from his skin tight shirt and formed a cloak that covered most of his legs. In his right hand was a long katana. 

“Who are you?” The boy asked probably the most obvious question one could ask in a situation such as that.

“There are more pressing matters at hand, preferably this annoying pest you seemed to pick up. Perish. Kaenrekkuu.” The man swung his sword and from his blade came forth a blazing tempest. As it moved forward it grew more massive in size and it engulfed the entire monster in its blistering flames. “The more important question is, who are you boy?” The man said as he swung his sword and the flames dissipated and the monster fell over, most probably dead, no living creature would have been able to survive a technique of such strength.

“I’m a warrior of harmony.” The boy finally managed to get the words out of his mouth with plenty of stuttering in between.

“Tell me something I don’t know.” The man said and he made his sword disappear in thin air making it look like he was sheathing it. The boy just stood in amazement at the man before him. The man turned around and saw that the beast was not dead but knocked out. He put his arm in front of the boy ready to protect him but he looked up and saw that something was falling from the sky. It landed on top of the monster’s head and brought it to the ground bringing upon a dust cloud. After the dust settled it was revealed that a man holding a spear horizontally behind his neck was standing on the monster’s skull, he looked like an ordinary man his height was a bit above average but his grin was above average, smiling from pierced ear to ear. 

“Hey Judy buddy, you’re slipping a bit letting something as weak as this surprise you!” The man said as he jumped up on the same branch as his friend. The man didn’t look like a warrior but instead a spelunker. He had a brown Tyrollean hat, a red scarf a brown overcoat and blue jeans. He did not look like the type of guy that would have taken down a giant dragon. The only thing that made him look dangerous was his spear, long and red and decorated with an angel wing and a devil wing and two long prongs now dripping in blood.

“I’ve told you countless times Valentine, it is not ‘Judy‘ my name is Judas.” The long haired man said and the man with the spear, apparently named Valentine simply mocked him.

“Fine Judas, have it your way Mr. Samurai. You’re no fun.” Valentine took his spear and plunged it into the branch under him, he snapped his gloved hands and the spear vanished in speckles of light and dust.

“You are not suited to be a dragoon Valentine. You’re unbecoming and crude.” Judas mentioned and rubbed his head with his thumb and fore-finger. 

“Well that’s something coming from you wise guy.” The boy just looked at the two adults arguing. They looked relatively similar but the adults couldn’t be any more different, Judas was stern and stoic while Valentine was carefree and childish. He was utterly speechless.

“The others are coming soon aren’t they? I sense their presence.” Judas said.

“What, you don’t like my company anymore, whatever I saw them a long time before you could ‘sense’ them.” Valentine retorted. After a long period of constant bickering the boy started to hear rustling in the trees around him. “They’re here.” Valentine said in a sing song voice. 

Suddenly three figures jumped out from their hiding places. One of them was an old noble looking man with a white mustache and a dark suit. The second was a younger man, probably wasn’t past his teens, he was wearing a black long collared sleeve shirt with frilled wrists and black pants with a thorn motif running down the outside of his legs and has a cross on the front of his shirt. He also wore a long black cape. But the oddest of all was a strange mask made of monster bones partially obscuring his face. The last was a girl, probably younger than the boy, she was wearing a black and purple gothic dress and by her side was a small purple limbless monster with giant eyes and a mouth with shark like teeth. It flew around her in a circular motion, laughing manically. 

“Look who it is, Wolfhelm, Cain and Isabel.” Valentine said to the three new comers. “Care to join the party?” Valentine asked.

“A party really, a bad choice in venue though, next time I’ll decide.” The old man, who was known as Wolfhelm said.

“Valentine, you really are nothing but an immature pest.” Isabel said and the creature by her side laughed.

“Valentine is a brat, Valentine is a brat! Kyahahahaha!” The monster by her side cackled.

“Not interested.” The last person, Cain said as he took a deep breath. “But who is the kid?” Cain pointed out to the boy who had been doing nothing but staring at the group of warriors before him.

“So, who are you?” Valentine asked him.

“A warrior of harmony no doubt of course.” Wolfhelm exclaimed.

“Speak up little boy.” Isabel chimed in.

“Speak up, speak up!” The creature by her side repeated.

“Say your name.” Judas said. The boy snapped out of his fantasy and took a deep breath.

“I’m the fighter. My name... is Justice.”

What mattered the most, was remembered last.

Arc... begin