Three shots to the head. That was all it took for Orie to end the mage squad that was held in high regards in all of Freeland. It couldn't be called a battle, it couldn't even be called a face-off because they all lost their lives as soon as they set their eyes on him. As soon as he had offed the mage squad, he set his sights back at Hughes. The commander who had just regained himself tried to run away but immediately got shot in both legs and fell. As the commander crawled in futility, the bringer of his death walked slowly behind him. Meanwhile, Shiro had found himself lost in the middle of town. "So what do now?" He asked himself as he paced around with Lighting speed. "I mean..." He said "...I had it down to the escape part but now I don't what comes next" "I don't know where my friends are, I don't know where Genji is" "How do I even...." "STOP RIGHT THERE!!!" a voice yelled through a megaphone "PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!!!" the voice yelled aga
Nega had a bit of a hard time getting back home but he was still the first to arrive. He sat on his chair in the same room he had met Orie and the others and proceeded to get a smoke. He made sure his blunt was rolled perfectly and searched himself for a lighter but couldn't find any. "Need a light?" A familiar voice said from the distance. He looked up to see someone he knew that he really needed at the moment. 'Philip Vaquero', arguably the greatest bounty hunter of his time with very few competition. With an almost perfect record, he made his way to the top spot in the bounty hunter world and what made him fearsome was that all his bounties were top tier and of the highest grade. So if Vaquero ever came for you, all you could do was hope that you were wanted alive. Such a fearsome man stood in front of Nega and called him "BOSS" with a casual salute and he reciprocated with a casual "yo" "You're quite early" Nega said as he reclined back on his chair "Well boss"
"If you ask questions that have already been asked, you will get answers you've already heard" "I find myself having to give answers to a question that has been asked many times" "A question with many answers" "An whatever action I take" "I would just be chosing amongst the multitudes of answers that have already been given" "What would you do if someone you love turned her blade against you?" "Do you strike back?" "Do you let them strike you?" "Do you find fault in them?" "Do you find fault yourself?" "Do you blame an enemy?" "Do you blame yourself?" "Many answers are given to this question" "But the only true answers are given by those who already made their choice" "Some would say that a gentleman would first try to initiate dialogue before drawing his sword" "But I am not a gentleman" "There is a creed i stand by for all situations" "If you want the story to go in your favor" "If you want to stand high at the end"
"OVERSHADOW", that is what was heard before the entire hall was thrown into a complete white-out. Everything was affected including the color of Mia's skin and hair. For a brief moment, Mia's expression showed that of one who was remorseful of her actions but it immediately switched back to the paleness it had before and she continued attacking Shiro. Her attacks had become sloppy. The intense color altering caused by Shiro's technique had a great effect on her ability to concentrate and differentiate the things in front of her and she found herself running into walls more often. "The real Mia would have figured this out by now" Shiro said in disappointment as he effortlessly evaded all her attacks. The battle stretched on and after a while, things started to regain thier normal appearance. The ominous figure in the dark made an observation. Even though he could see Shiro through a monitor, he could not feel a shred of his presence at all. The case was different a while ago
Mia recalled a conversation she once had with Shiro. She remembered asking him "if I ever turned my blade against you, what would you do?" And Shiro's answer was "I don't know" "I don't know if I could bring myself to fight against you" was Shiro's answer but it wasn't one that she approved of. "If I ever turn against you" she said "It would not be of my own will" "and I wouldn't be in my right mind" "So whatever happens" "Stop me" "Even if it means breaking my bones" As Mia recalled the event, she gave Shiro a piercing stare that carried the message "You thought I meant it literally?" and he gave back a look that said "well... I don't know what you're talking about" and her stare turned into a cold gaze. "Shiro dear" she said in a calm but threatening tone "You know I love you right?" She added and Shiro was like "oh shit!!" "But..." She said and Shiro already knew what was coming. "I'll surely get back at you for this" she said and Shir
Power is always associated with trouble. Sometimes it is great enough to save us from trouble, sometimes it isn't. Sometimes it is so great that trouble can't get close and sometimes its greatness is the reason why trouble comes. Sometimes it's not about how you use it, sometimes it's about the power itself. The mere existence of a certain power could stir up fear, awe, hatred and envy depending on who percieved it and how they do. "My power is supposed to kind that helps me escape trouble" Victor said to himself as he drove through an empty road with nothing but desert on both sides. "But unfortunately" he said with a sigh "I'm stuck with a lot of trouble magnets" "What a drag" It wasn't long before the lonely house in the middle of nowhere came into view but it wasn't the only thing in sight. What was seen was both scary and magnificent. A lone cowboy stood in front of the house and before him was a fresh field of corpses that spread far around the hou
"A great awakening happened once" "And the people of the world regained the sense of self they never knew they had lost" "Returning along with it was their greed, and their desire to own things." "All property was unclaimed and the race to claim them was intense, so intense that it lead to fights, then small group battles, then full scale wars between Nations." "Our freedom from the order brought a chaos that that we could not handle" "And it took a long time before we could attain balance" These were the words of Edward Clipper as he sat with them through the journey. "Why are you telling us this?" Shiro asked and Edward answered. "It is a truth I must speak as a descendant of one who saw it all with open eyes" he said "All the land was taken over by the order but the sea wasn't, and the sea was the home of my ancestors" "As those who were unaffected by the enslaving rule of the order, they witnessed the unfolding phenomenon with full awareness and
When your life is weird enough that travelling half across the world by sea in a single morning doesn't freak you out, you know you need a break. But unfortunately for Shiro, the weirdness of his life doesn't allow for breaks either. As he laid on his bed to get some extra shut-eye, someone knocked on the front door of his house. He was too lazy to answer it and remained on his bed whining about it. "Oh, come on" he lamented "I just got back" "Can't someone just let me sleep in peace" "Even if it is just five minutes" Soon the knocking stopped and it was then that Shiro remembered that he had left the door open. "Oh, shit" By the time he realized what was going on, there was a stranger in his room and he was jumping out the window. "What's with the grin?" Shiro wondered as he looked back at the crazy looking guy that was after him. "Do these guys ever get tired?" He asked as he kept running. Shiro ran until the was far enough from him house and in a
As soon as Ellie noticed there was something wrong with Orie, she signaled her crew to turn off their cameras. He had been mumbling for a while but soon the mumbling intensified. His eyes were heavy, his voice was inaudible, he could feel his consciousness fading but he kept on praying.He had thought that he had enough strength to keep up the prayer but his condition was worse than he had thought it was."I'm sorry" he said as he fell to his knees and went silent.As the paramedics were rushing to take Orie away the thing that he was trying to keep under control broke free and took over Natsumi.Kaen tried to call back his flames but they were sniffed out as soon as they came in. The mist was thick, it was cold and he could barely see what was in front of him. Icicles were coming at him from different angles and he could hardly evade any of them.He saw himself at a dead end. He could not see anything he could do that would cause him to win the match. He was tired, bleeding, aching a
"Who should I fear more?" Kaen wondered"Is it the monster that makes me shudder""Or is it the vessel that contains it?"As Kaen prepared to engage his opponent, all that he could think of was the fear that he felt. He could not forget it.Not many remember it but there was once a great incident that took place in Fubuki island. It was an incident that almost claimed the lives of all who lived on the island.A great frost, so cold that no flame could resist, quickly spreading and freezing everything in its path. In the dark winter night when many slept, this frost came along to take their breath.Somehow, everyone woke up in their beds the next morning with no recollection of the past twelve hours. This event sparked many rumors and among them was the rumour that the residents died and were brought back, proponents of this rumor backed their claims by speculating a tragic event within the twelve hours period.That night came to be known as the night where men slept. The "silent night
"THE SIGNS DO NOT LIETHE TRUTH WILL NOT DIEAS TIME WILL GO BYWE WILL SAY OUR GOODBYESFOR THE TRUE PRIEST TO BE BORNTHE FALSE GODS WILL ALL DIE"Orie heard these words just before he woke up. He looked around in confusion, trying to figure out where he was. The last thing he could remember was that he was surrounded by dust in the arena.He looked at the nurse who seemed surprised for a reason and asked "how long have I been here?""F... Four days" the nurse answered nervously and Orie remain silent"We thought you were dead" she added"Who won?" Orie asked"What?" The nurse replied, still shaken up"My fight" Orie rephrased"Who won?""Well..." The nurse replied"The other guy was disqualified so...""... I guess you won""Oh" Orie said as he tried to get off from the bed but the but the nurse immediately moved to stop him."You just woke up sir" she said"We can't let you walk around till we know for sure that you're okay""I'm okay" Orie replied as he got down from the bed but
Of the expectations that the people had, no one expected that a majority of the spectators would be okay with the outcome of the fight. They were sure that what they saw was real, they were sure that what they saw was fair, they were sure that the contestants gave it their all and they were sure that the winner deserved his victory.Even those who didn't support him in the beginning were cheering for him with all their heart, even those who lost their bets because of him rejoiced at the sight.There were many good fighters in the tournament, many who at the wave of their hands would cause marvelous sights but of all the fights in the tournament, Orie had shown them most invigorating.The cheers went on for a while until people in the crowd began to notice that the referee was yet to formally declare a winner. Soon they noticed that orie had not made a single movement since the clearing of the dust, he was still standing but he could not move.Though one person was on the floor while t
From within the circle came forth a huge bird of prey; a hawk. It appeard to be fully covered in silver. Just by looking at it, one could tell that its beak was harder than a rock and that its claws were as sharp as blades, even its wings didn't seem flying was all they could do. At this point in the battle where pride was being cast aside, the same thought ran through the minds of everyone watching. "NOW THE REAL FIGHT BEGINS" "Go" at this command from Chris, the bird threw itself at Orie with incredible speed. Orie evaded the bird without problem but what came next was quite challenging. After evading an attack from above he found himself facing one from below. Not many can escape such attacks from Chris. He would use the bird to make his opponents dodge in a certain manner, then he would go in for the real attack when their balance had been compromised. It was quite an effective move, but just not for Orie. "How is this possible?" Chris thought to himself as he
"This is my day" "This is my day" "This is my day" It kept repeating but Natsumi could not understand what it meant" "This is my day" She knew she had forgotten something "This is my day" She was sure she had forgotten something "This is my day" Something that would help her discern the situation. "This is my day" It stopped as soon as she realized what it meant. She remembered that when she thought it was Orie's birthday, he had told her these words. She remembered how he told her of the four market days of his tribe and that he shared his name with one of them. She remembered that he told her how the days affected his power, and this made her the least surprised person among the audience when Orie got back up on his feet. "WHAT... THE... F***!!!!?" Ellie screamed at the camera "How much blood does this guy have?" "He's lost so much yet he is still standing" "What kind of immortal dragon sh** is this" "This is not easy to believ
Chris Vanadium. The only reason he didn't make it to the finals as much as Cal was that he faced Waramaki in most of the semifinals. He is one of the few people that have been able to beat Cal in the previous tournaments. He is also a one time champion and the one he beat to earn that title was none other than Fuji Waramaki. There were many reasons to fear him, but most feared attribute of his was the speed of his blade. Yes, he fights with a sword and he is really good with it; so good that a large percentage of his matches end in less than a minute. Anyone that saw his previous match was immediately reminded of how dangerous he was, even some that had faith in Orie in the previous match lost it for this one. To sum things up on how dangerous he was, the chance of him making it to the final match of the current tournament was ninety-nine percent. Though Orie's match was the first of round one, in round two, his match was the third. Not many had high hopes for this match beca
There was complete silence in all parts of the stadium. It wasn't that people had nothing to say but what could they say that could explain what just happened before their eyes? They just watched as the referee ran in to confirm the outcome. It took longer than usual as the referee also had his doubts but in the end he had no choice but to declare Cal unable to continue. The silence broke immediately he stood up to declare Orie the winner. The doubt of many began to flow out in words. "IT'S A LIE!!" "THIS IS BULLSHIT!!" "THIS GAME IS RIGGED!!" There was no word of doubt that was not spoken at that moment. Even when the medics came out to put Cal on a stretcher, people still thought it was an act. What could Orie do? He had just won a match and no one believed it. There was hardly anyone cheering for him, all the loud voices expressed nothing but doubt, hate, and disbelief. Despite all the hate he was getting, he just cracked a smile and walked out of the arena
You never truly appreciate a miracle unless you heard of it before it happened. That moment when the thing you thought was just too impossible begins to unfold before you for the very first time. There is no look more precious than that of one who has had such experience. Miracles happen only once. After that, it becomes a possibility. Cal and Orie were initially rated on a seven to one ratio. This meant that the officials of this tournament believed that Cal was at least seven times more powe6r than Orie and seven times more likely to win. At the current time the ratio had become ten to one. It seemed hopeless for the few that had put their faith in Orie. The match wasn't over but the situation made them feel the winner was already decided. "What is he doing in there?" "Does he have a death wish?" "Just give up already!!"even some of those that were on his opponent's side felt pity for him but Orie was not one to dwell on pity. He could not hear their words, al