Samurai Soulby VisharoChapters1:1 The Filly1:2 The Monk1:3 The Thief1:4 The DuelArc 1 Japanese Dictionary1:1 The FillyRonin, that is my name. One I've worn with pride, and at times, one I've worn with sorrow. White fur coated my earth pony body, while a dark red mane tied in a ponytail streamed behind me. A straw hat lay on the table, within reaching distance. Some griffon gloves lay folded underneath; it is to be used in emergencies. On my flank, there bore a straw hat overlapping a katana, my chosen weapon. "Welcome to Men's Noodles!" A pale yellow mare called out from behind the counter. I lazily drifted my gaze to the entrance and saw a pink filly who looked very lost. She didn't even have a cutie mark. I took notice of this, then went back to my ramen. As I contemplated on why this particular ramen was so good, I heard in the background, "are you lost?" "N-No...maybe?" The other patrons started to look up at the filly with newfound sympathy. I couldn't care less, these ramens were criminally good. I was almost done with slurping down all of my noodles when the doors came crashing down. The sudden violence caught me off guard; I started hacking up the ramen that got stuck in my throat. "Hey hey hey! Look what we have here, boys! A lost little filly that our boss just so happens to want. What do you say, little pony? Want to come with your best friends, the Chainers?" A raspy, slightly foreign, voice chuckled. After I stopped coughing, I slowly looked up while rubbing my sore throat. By the wreckage of the poor rice paper door, there stood five stallions, all carrying various weapons. They looked aggressive, but it mattered not to me. The Chainers are a group of bandits that don't know when to stop. They raid defenseless caravans and capture souls for bounties, just like this filly. I put my hat on and stashed away my griffon gloves in my saddlebag. I quickly slurped down the rest of my ramen, then got up, my tail putting some bits on the table. I slowly trotted towards the bandits, keeping my head covered by the brim of my straw hat. My gait was slow as I moseyed my way to the door. "Hey, you. Stop moving or we'll gut you." A different voice this time, but still the same amount of viciousness. "Pardon me, I need to get to my daughter's birthday." I tried moving through the Chainers, but they didn't budge. "Surely you can understand?" "What part of 'stop moving' do you not understand!" By now I could feel terrified eyes penetrating my hide. Without even looking up from my hat, I knew the pony in front must've drawn his sword and was poised to strike. Using the wind, I maneuvered out of the way right before the katana struck. Gasps of shock came from both the Chainers and the patrons. "Maybe you don't understand, it's my daughter's birthday and I don't want to miss it." I slowly raised my head, my bright red eyes boring into his gray ones. The pony, that the eyes belonged to, took a step back. "Nopony cares if it's your daughter's birthday!" Another pony this time. I whipped my head to the voice, scaring him back as well. "What's the matter with you foals! He's just another lowly peasant!" The leader of the group stared at his scared troop. His raspy voice laced with anger that I, of all ponies, scared the Chainers. "S-Sir, he's no lowly peasant!" "He's...he's the Ronin of Yama!" "The Hundred Slayer!" "Spare me!" "Bah, he just looks like him." The leader kicked a couple of his pones before facing me with a sneer. "Everypony knows that the Ronin is long dead. Now get him so we can finally get back to our jobs!" With his words, the rest of the gang drew their weapons and faced me. Behind me, I heard the bartender whispering to the other patrons to leave while they still could. As the tavern cleared out, I stood there staring down the Chainers. The brutes still held the filly, keeping her from escaping. "Looks like I'm not going to make it." I grumbled, leaning on a nearby chair. "How dare you!" The leader charged, a katana held in his mouth. As he charged, I took note of his grip, a wooden one laced with gold. I simple side stepped, letting the blade whoosh beside me. Before he could recover, I kicked him over with a single hoof. The others, five in total, excluding the one I kicked, gaped at me in shock. Then, one by one, they snapped out of their stupor and charged at me as well. With a quick flourish, my mouth pulled out my katana from my scabbard and blocked the first attack. The sudden appearance of my sword made everypony stop and stare in wide-eyed fear. I took advantage of this and quickly wove between them all, dispatching the bandits of their weapons. Within seconds all of their belongings lay on a floor behind me. I opened my mouth to speak, but got interrupted by a guttural roar. One filled with anger and shame. I turned around and barely dodged the reckless attack by the leader. "I WILL NOT LET SOME PEASANT DEFILE MY HONOR!" He quickly wheeled around and rose up on his backhooves before crashing down with his katana. I stood there, sword in mouth, not moving. I waited for the right moment, then put all my force with my block. A loud clash of metal on metal rang out in the tavern. The two of us stood there for a second, then my opponent's handle shattered in his mouth. "Wood and gold. Pitiful materials for handles." I scoffed at him, sheathed my sword, then trotted up to the filly. The other Chainers didn't do anything, even shuffling away if I got near. "Alright little filly, you're safe now. Let's get you home." The air was driven from my lungs from her bone-crushing hug. "Oh, thank you!" The pink filly's white mane bounced with her hug. Bright rose-colored eyes glistened with not-yet tears. After she got herself under control, she smiled sheepishly. "My name's Sakura!" After I paid the bartender some more bits for the hassle I caused, we made our way out of town. A hardened samurai and an energetic filly. Author's Note Japanese Dictionary: Samurai = Japanese warriors Ronin = Masterless Samurai Katana = A curved sword, tempered and folded many times. Quite durable. Men = Noodles, interestingly enough. Yama = Mountain Sakura = A pretty flower Kudos to Starlight Nova for asking if I was going to make a story out of this picture, so here it is! Kudos to vavacung for making the picture as well, their art and comics are insane. 1:2 The MonkSakura, that was the filly's name. Named after a beautiful flower. To find a perfect blossom is nigh on impossible, and it reflected upon the pink filly. I watched as she changed her mind, yet again, on which rock to kick. The two of us had been wandering for a couple of days now, yet Sakura's energy seemed to be unlimited. Her attention span lasted for a split second; I would be extremely lucky to have her full attention for a mere minute. "Are we there yet?" The dreaded question that makes my soul shiver. In all of my years, I have never felt such an urge to abandon a child to their own devices, and what devices they are. The only reason I stay is because of my foolish oath I made to stay with her till she makes it home. And because I wouldn't inflict this pain on anypony else. "No." "How much further?" "Another week." Another week, my voice so calm, yet my inner thoughts screaming in torment. The pink demon with pristine white hair told me, with such a sweet smile, that she lived in Hoofchi, 200 miles away from where they were. As they trotted at a not-so-brisk pace, I mused about how a family of her stature came to be in a small town like Marebashi. "Aw, but Ronin! What about your daughter? Shouldn't you go to her?" The filly let out a large gasp causing me to turn around in annoyance. "What if she thinks you are abandoning her and she's gonna commit Seppuku! That would be horrible! We need to turn around now! Or...uh, speed up!" "Calm down." I stuck out a leg to trip the charging filly, but she deftly dodged it, surprising me slightly. "I don't have a daughter." "B...But, that means you l...lied..." Sakura's lips blubbered as she stuttered, her rose eyes tearing up. Little hooves reached up to swipe at them. "Uhh..." My gruff demeanor changed into a confused one. This is why I've never had children. That and the fact that I would outlive them. "It was for your own protection! If I hadn't confused the bandits, things would've ended up very differently." Probably not, but I have to be reassuring. "Y...You promise?" Sakura shakily asked, when I nodded, she straightened up, and put on a brave smile. "But no more lying! Samurai are supposed to be honest!" "All right, I promise to stay truthful. Can we continue walking now?" I rolled my eyes as she nodded vigorously. "Hihi, a samurai not following Bushido? Will wonders ever cease!" A new voice, a raspy but hearty one. I quickly whirled around, my tail gripping the hilt of my katana. There, an old zebra sat on a rock in a meditative pose, chuckling with mirth. A beard adorned his chin and a monk's basket hat rested atop his head. His whitened mane was tied up in a traditional knot. A smiling mask was pictured upon his flank, perhaps a telling of joyful facades. My guard never lowered. "Who are you?" I positioned myself in between the strange zebra and Sakura. No matter how annoying the filly was, no way was I letting her get hurt. "What do you want?" "You may call me Komuso!" The zebra hopped off his rock with a grin. He bowed deeply, before popping back up again. "As for what I want, it is to go where the wind takes me, and it seems that the wind is blowing your direction. So, samurai, what do you say?" "And if I say no?" I grunted, still not trusting this monk, though my grip on the katana eased a bit. "Then we shall part ways, my demeanor changed not a single bit!" Komuso proceeded to laugh, infectious as it was, it got Sakura into the mood as well. The zebra perked up at this and laughed more, this time less forced, not that it was at the beginning. I sighed inwardly. "Please Mr. Ronin? Can Komu stay with us for a bit longer?" I looked down, despairing as I knew this would be coming, straight into the misty eyes of a spoiled child. "All right." I relented, my groan barely audible over Sakura and Komuso's cheering. "I am watching though, one hoof out of line..." "No worries Master Samurai, I know where boundaries are and know when to not cross them." The monk beamed at me. I sighed and continued walking, the other two following. ✿✿✿ This would prove to be useful as when the rain started pouring, Komuso led us to a temple where we could take shelter. There was another group of ponies taking shelter, but once I understood that they're not dangerous, I was relatively relaxed. "Now that we are in the warm embrace of Hooffha, shall we tell stories?" The monk smiled widely, as if this was the best idea of the day. I peered at him warily, wondering what his angle was. This entire time, I made sure that my katana was nearby, ready for a quick draw. "Ooh ooh! Pick me! Pick me!" Sakura was waving a forehoof wildly above her head in a painful looking way. I frowned, to keep up appearances, and leaned forward, curious as to what story she'd bring forth. In the corner of my eye, I saw Komuso smile as if he knew. I mentally shook my head, how could he know. "Be my guest, little blossom." "Okay!" The filly squealed, then got immediately shushed by other monks. "This is exciting! Okay, the story starts of with a little filly in the Forbidden Forest! She thought it was the quickest way to the town where her friend lives. Now, everypony knows that it's called Forbidden for a reason, and the reason lies in hulking beasts of myths!" Komuso gasped theatrically, earning a little giggle from the filly. "Behind the heroine of our story, came out a shadowy Yokai! The little filly tried her very best, yelling and screaming, but the Yokai was too strong! For several days, she was dragged. Till on the fourth day, the Yokai dropped the filly. The filly then immediately got up and ran away." I got the feeling at this point, that there was no truth in this tale. "It took the little filly several days, but she finally reunited with her friend." "And then what!?" Komuso clapped his forehooves together. I peered at him, annoyed. How does this zebra stay so happy? "Because I'm alive and free, what's there to not be happy?" I blinked. "How did you do that?" I asked after I regained my bearings. "I am one with the spirits, Master Ronin. There is much I know, however, despite my knowledge, there is still things to learn. This is why I travel, to learn and explore." The monk's voice turned very serious, the smile dropping from his lips. After a couple of seconds of staring at me, his joyful expression perked back up and faced Sakura. "Little blossom! Continue with your tale, it is most interesting." Author's Note Japanese Dictionary: Seppuku = Cutting of the Belly. Ritual Suicide. Bushido = The moral code of the Samurai. A way of life. Komuso = Buddhist Monks. Yokai = Demons of sorts. I was not expecting this much popularity, if you can call this popularity. Anyhoo, I hoped you enjoyed the next chapter and the new character. I wish you a merry October. tho it we are already halfway. KUDOS to my dad, because of his need to show me Japanese movies. KUDOS to Blu, as always. KUDOS to Google, could never work without you. 1:3 The ThiefKomuso, the name of the pesky zebra. The name means "Monks of Emptiness." However, the zebra that decided to follow us, doesn't seem to follow the rules of emptying oneself. His tengai was not even proper, an opening allowing his face to show. His addled mind was filled to the brim with stories of every genre. Tales that he tells us with gusto. It's been two days since Komuso proclaimed that he was going to follow us. Sakura, of course, found this to be a delight. The past nights were filled with fantastical journeys that Komuso apparently went on. There was nothing I could do, nor did I want to, as it was the only thing keeping Sakura quiet. I sighed, as if such a night had befallen us once again. We chose an outcropping to rest for the night, gathered wood became our fire for the night, and Komuso settled into his story-telling position. My eyes, impassive as ever, looked at the darkening horizon. It was my duty to this child to stay vigilant and protect her from any harm, be it beastly or civilized. My gaze strayed in every direction, looking at the beauty of Tsukuyomi's night. The crescent moon glimmered slightly, its light basking the terrain below in a silvery sheen. The stars, dotting the endless black sea, creating pictures if one were creative enough. The spectral dust, painting the dark sky with purples and blues. "Master Ronin." I barely flinched when Komuso slid beside me, a contented smile dancing upon his lips. "The night truly is an artpiece tonight. Tsukuyomi must feel intense joy and pride whenever she brings the veil over the world." "Why are you here?" I interrupted, not one for the arts. "Is it truly such a crime to journey with a fellow traveler?" The zebra's smile wilted under my hard gaze. "Alright Master Ronin, if you truly must know. A week ago, from this very day, I was robbed. My sacred flute was taken from me. I had hoped that if I followed you, I might have that chance to reclaim what is mine." "Hmm..." ✿✿✿ "Mister? Where is your sword?" Sakura trotted next to me, her hooves moving at a faster pace than mine, trying to keep up with my brisk pace. "I didn't see it in the noodle place, then you had it! I don't see it right now, also." "Why nopony saw it before I pulled it out?" The little filly nodded, her eyes sparkling. I thought for a second, then pulled something off of my back. "Can you keep a secret?" Another nod. "My daisho is invisible. It was a gift after I helped somepony...way back then." "That's so cool! Can I see it?" I groaned. Why are foal eyes so powerful? With a quick fwish, I drew my katana out of its sheath and demonstrated that it turns invisible if sheathed. I did the same with my wakizashi. Once I was done with my presentation, Sakura clopped her hooves together with elation. I almost smiled back. Curse these wretched foals for being too...perfect! After I dealt with my own mentality, I glanced back, realizing that Komosu was lagging behind. The usual uppity zebra was despondent, head low, and tail dragging in the dirt. I stopped for a little bit, waited for the monk to catch up, then followed step by step. "I do not wish your company as of right now." I cocked my head; Komosu changed his speech pattern. No longer grounded, as if he converted back to being a true monk. "And if I won't leave?" I'm not sure what made me hang back and talk to the zebra, but my instincts have never led me astray. "Then I will regard you with coldness befitted of an enemy." True to his word, Komosu's gaze turned oh so cold. i didn't reply, there was no need to. The two of us trotted side by side, Sakura bouncing up ahead. The only moment she turned back curiously, I shook my head slightly and she grinned in reply. Then, just like that, the wind turned sour. An incredible amount of years on the road has finely tuned my senses. The moment the scent of poison touched my nostrils, I was on guard. The key to having the element of surprise is to let nopony know that you know. My demeanour didn't change; my gait didn't change; not a single thing changed besides the more erratic movement of my eyes. Keeping my pace with Komosu, I glanced around as imperceptibly as possible, trying to catch the movement of the source of the foulness. My guard increased drastically the moment the wrongness faded in the air. It caught me so off guard that my ear flicked. I kept my gaze forward, watching the pink filly, making sure she was safe. I found her staring at a peculiar flower that was growing inside of a rock. There! A glint of forged steel in the bushes. Then a whistling noise. Instincts took over, and I let it guide me; it forced the monk down. A kunai sailed right where his head was, and thudded deep into a tree that was nearby. Just as quickly, another blade shot out of the bushes. After a couple more of those kunai, our assailant jumped out of their tree and came at us. The pony was a supreme slate gray specimen, with a greenish blue mane that looked to be the color of green fog. The face, covered in a mask depicting a monster of sorts. Pushing Komosu behind me, I quickly grabbed my katana and met our attacker head on. I ignored the scared scream behind me and focused on the pony coming at us. They seem to be using a kama, and a particularly sturdy one at that. With a growl, the pony swung the weapon, but I quickly sidestepped and bucked our attacker into the side, sending them sprawling. "That pony is the one that forgone all niceties and snatched my flute!" The monk's eyes were no longer indifferent, but burned with a blue flame. The zebra attempted to take a step forward, no doubt wanting to whale upon the poor pony with surprisingly good equipment., but I held out a hoof to stop his advances. Komosu merely glared at me, but I wasn't backing down. A sharp pain sparked in my hind leg; I quickly rolled away and accessed what caused it. The pony was up and running, their kama stained red. It didn't look too bad, a shallow cut, so I picked myself up and charged at our attacker. The two of us met with a clashing of blades, but my years of experience quickly bested his youthful energy. I had knocked them out cold and took their kama, which was now attached to my belt, in plain sight, and I had tons of questions to ask. However, before I could satisfy my needs, the monk stepped up and said something that still baffles me to this very moment. "Stop, leave her alone." The zebra that Sakura and I both know as Komosu had somehow just disappeared entirely. "For now, this is where we part ways, I wish you luck on your journey." "Farewell?" I sheathed my katana, keeping my mouth free to talk. "Why?" "I have the need to interrogate this pony and it's better to be done with a single presence." Komosu gestured at the unconscious lump, then at himself. "Not to mention, I only joined for revenge. It is not the way of bushido. As I've said, may the ancestors guide you and the filly. There is many adventures to be had." Author's Note Japanese Dictionary: Tengai = A hat that is a basket. It is the traditional headwear of the Komosu Tsukuyomi = Shinto Moon Goddess Daisho = The pair of katana and wakizashi Wakizashi = A curved short sword. Partner to the katana Kunai = Throwing dagger Kama = Hand scythe Mmm, a strange chapter. Not sure where I was going with this one. 1:4 The DuelHoofchi, we had made it. The mura was your every Neighpon village, a torii gate at the entrances, houses scattered about, and rice fields further down the hill. What was intriguing about this particular place was the giant sakura tree in the middle of town. It had been several days since Komosu had left us, but Sakura and I pressed on. The little filly had gotten quieter and quieter the closer we got to Hoofchi, her hyper antics no longer the source of my strained amusement. Her eating habits had lessened as well, no longer asking for snacks an hour after we had eaten. She even stayed in my vision the entire trip. This unsettled me slightly. We passed under the first torii gate and crossed into Hoofchi territory. Sakura kept close to me, casting frightened glances all over the place. I tried to follow her gaze, glancing at ponies that appeared to be normal rice farmers and townsponies. They too peered at us, though not with concern or reverence as my daisho was invisible. One of the perks of such an item. "Alright Sakura, this is Hoofchi." I attempted to peel her off of me, but it didn't work quite as well as I hoped. The filly stayed stuck to me, her eyes glimmering with sadness. "Bu...but, I don't wanna go!" Sakura blubbered, water leaking from her eyes. "This week has been amazing and you are so nice!" "Sakura..." I sighed and lowered myself so I could look into her eyes. When she glanced away, I reached out with a hoof and brought her muzzle to face me. "This is your home and you are too young to travel with a pony like me." "What about when I get older!?" Sakura's eyes lit up with determination. "Can I travel with you then?" I chuckled, this filly had really grown on me. "Alright, when you're older and when you can take care of yourself. Now, find your caretakers." "Ok. Bye mister Ronin!" The pink filly's eyes were once again lit with mirth. I smiled as I watched her go and turned to find a tavern. It didn't take long for me to find the telltale sign that promised me sake. I trotted in and I gained several looks, no doubt from the fact that I was a stranger. I nodded to several stallions that looked like they were of importance then strolled over to the bar. "What can I do for you mister?" A beige stallion, with white spots splatted on his muzzle, regarded me. His blue eyes pierced with knowhow and his flank bore a sake bowl. "I would like some of your sake and perhaps a bowl of rice." I spoke slowly, careful not to make any aggressive moves. It is always best to remain inconspicuous when visiting an unknown mura. That way, nopony would remember you later. "Coming right up." The stallion left, his lighter blue tail swishing behind him. I sat on my stool and thought of what I should do next. Perhaps make a stop at Nagatrotki or visit an old friend in Coltizaki. As I ruminated on my choices, a heavy thud sounded next to me. Instantly, my guard went up and I cautiously looked to see what caused the disturbance. A grinning mare stared back. As promised to Sakura, I would not lie and say that she caused my heart to beat faster. "Ronin of Yama?" The mare stared at me, her eyes a pure red that even blood couldn't even compare, her coat a vibrant white, and the mane a dark satin. The most disturbing part of her was the mark on her flank, a katana drenched in blood with an eyeball pierced on the tip. "I know of him. Is there a message you need me to take to him?" My voice and face, cool and steady, inside I was groaning in agony. That title will never leave me for as long as I live. "Yes, tell him..." With a flourish that an untrained eye could never follow, the mare pulled out a tanto and stabbed me right in the stomach. Blood immediately started to flow from the wound and onto the floor. Shocked silence filled the tavern and then within seconds, it was broken by screams and the trampling of terrified ponies. While all of this was happening, I just stared at the tanto in my gut. "Why?" "Because, the rumors tell of a samurai, immortal and unslayable. What better challenge than to best the best?" I looked back up into the manic gaze of the mare, who grinned in response. "I suppose that is one way to look at things, if you could only give me a moment." With a well practiced movement, I pulled the tanto out and whipped it towards the mare and bolted before I could see if I hit my mark or not. Ever since Emperor Tenno had taken the throne, I had made an oath to preserve buildings as best as I could. Whether or not it was foolish, I take my oaths very seriously and by galloping away, the tavern would be spared from sword slashes. Soon I came across the courtyard that hosted the giant sakura tree. This is where I stand and fight. I turned around and faced whatever might come at me. It didn't take long for the mare to come rushing after me, but it was long enough for my body to completely heal. "RONIN OF YAMA! There you are!" The mare, who turned out to be a unicorn, the mane covered the horn, grinned. "Let us duel!" "I accept! May I have the pleasure of your name?" I bowed slightly in the courtesy of duels. "My name is Dokugan, and I am the mare that will take your eye!" Dokugan bowed as well, but it held mockery. "Let us begin." The mare's horn lit up with a blood red hue and a katana flew out of her daisho. Dokugan swished it in the air and grinned. I stared her down while I slowly grabbed my griffon gloves, ones I hadn't worn in decades. Mutterings and whispers circulated around us, a quick peek in the peripheral said that the villagers were gathering to watch. I snorted and finished putting on my gloves, then I crouched low and gazed at my opponent. "Let's!" Within seconds, Dokugan crossed the clearing and aimed for my throat. But I too, was quick, and had already moved out of harms way. Collective oohs and ahs could be heard, but I paid no heed. My sole focus was the mare in front of me. We started circling warily, our first cards already dealt. Now came the bluffs. Dokugan's face never broke from the ear-splitting grin and all the while, her magic kept the katana swishing through the air. Unicorns, a fearsome warrior if trained properly, and unfortunately, Dokugan seemed to be trained by the best. Her katana was a token of appreciation as well, such craftponyship was rare beyond belief. Steel folded no more than 2,000 times, the mouthgrip created from the finest isunoki woods, and the engravings speak of professionalism. This was no mere sword. With a cry, Dokugan rushed forwards once again, the magicked sword flying ahead of her. Quickly moving on my hooves, I slid slightly out of the way, while my jaw gripped on the invisible hilt and pulled my katana out and quickly deflected Dokugan's blow. The glancing of our clash caused her to stumble off to the side, but she recovered quickly. There was no time to rest as she rushed at me again, a feral grin matching her bloodlust gaze. Her magic moved in a blur while my face twitched ever so slightly, just enough for each blow to glance off and miss me. This dance continued for several minutes before our swords clashed and locked. Following the law of duels, our muzzles leaned in over our blades so we could converse, if only for a few seconds. "May I ask how you came to these skills?" I asked through my hilt. "As if you would like to know!" Dokugan snorted and quickly put a surge in her magic, causing our interlocked status no longer existent. Now began our second rotation. After this, anything could happen. Unconventional tactics are to be expected after the second rotation. I contemplated what I should do next as I walked around and around, my trained eyes darting everywhere. In one of these glances, I saw a familiar pink coat. That was a mistake. Before I could react, a katana speared me right through the chest. Breath was driven out of my punctured lungs. My legs turned weak and blood was sloshing everywhere in the inside. In normal cases, this was certain death. I ignored everything and rose up and casted a stern gaze at the unicorn who dared spear me. "It was an opening and I took it." Dokugan shrugged sheepishly. "You can't blame me for that." I whinnied and galloped forwards, ready to slash through her, but I wasn't quick enough. Dokugan twisted away, only the tip catching on some fur, as I rushed past. Before any blow could hit me from behind, I rotated and faced my opponent once again. She and I were breathing heavily now, a long fight such as this hadn't happened to me in quite some time and from her weariness, so had she. I glanced at Dokugan and quickly pulled out her katana from my chest and threw it back at her. The mare caught it in her magic and flicked it, letting my blood fall off. In a duel, it is considered dishonorable to fight an unarmed opponent. She settled back into her battle stance, prepared for anything. What she wasn't prepared for was my special technique. With ease from years of practice, I balanced on my two backhooves and switched the katana to my right hoof. The griffon gloves easily grabbing the mouthgrip. With a seriousness only reserved for those worthy, I leveled my gaze. Dokugan met it with no hesitancy or fear. "Before we continue, I am honoured-bound to tell you that you have earned my respect." I swept both forehooves to my sides and bowed low, declaring my honesty. "Ronin of Yama, you have no idea how much that means to me. Despite my dark deeds and wrongdoings, you still honor me." Dokugan replied, her voice betraying no hint of irony or sarcasm, just pure honesty. "Let me return the favor by completing this duel the right way." I watched her sheath her katana and slowly lowered her stance, her horn sparking with readiness. I recognized what she was doing as the traditional Neighponese standoff and I followed suit. We stared each other down, my hoof resting on my hilt while Dokugan's magic brushed on hers. The gathered crowd of villagers stood quiet, the suspense silencing their will. What happened next was a complete blur, nopony present could describe clearly what had happened. We faced each other one second, and then in another, we both stood at two different edges of the clearing, our backs facing each other. Then blood spurt on both myself and Dokugan. Another second later and the mare fell to the ground, her soul lost to the kami. ✿✿✿ The sun was setting and my hooves were taking me on another journey. Behind me lay Hoofchi, a quaint little town, and further lay a fresh grave. Underneath the loosened dirt lay an adversary worthy enough to cross blades with Ronin of Yama. Musings invaded my brain, but those could wait. For the sun only sets once a day. Author's Note Japanese Dictionary: Mura: Village Torii: Shinto gateway Sake: Rice wine, very popular Tanto: Knife Tenno: Emperor Dokugan: Single eye Isunoki: A sturdy tree Kami: Spirits or gods, depending on who you ask. I want to make something really clear, these translations are not completely accurate nor am I of Japanese heritage. This is more or less what it means with some creative liberties. If you are offended by this, then by all means, accuse me. I meant no disrespect and I hope it doesn't impact the story in itself. HUZZAH, arc 1 done. Arc 1 Japanese DictionaryAuthor's Note Keep in mind that this is not the exact translations, only a simplified version, enough for understanding. The words will be in chronological order. Arc 1 Japanese Dictionary The Filly: Samurai = Japanese warriors Ronin = Masterless Samurai Katana = A curved sword, tempered and folded many times. Quite durable. Men = Noodles, interestingly enough. Yama = Mountain Sakura = A pretty flower The Monk: Seppuku = Cutting of the Belly. Ritual Suicide. Bushido = The moral code of the Samurai. A way of life. Komuso = Buddhist Monks. Yokai = Demons of sorts. The Thief: Tengai = A hat that is a basket. It is the traditional headwear of the Komosu Tsukuyomi = Shinto Moon Goddess Daisho = The pair of katana and wakizashi Wakizashi = A curved short sword. Partner to the katana Kunai = Throwing dagger Kama = Hand scythe The Duel: Mura: Village Torii: Shinto gateway Sake: Rice wine, very popular Tanto: Knife Tenno: Emperor Dokugan: Single eye Isunoki: A sturdy tree Kami: Spirits or gods, depending on who you ask.
1:1 The FillyRonin, that is my name. One I've worn with pride, and at times, one I've worn with sorrow. White fur coated my earth pony body, while a dark red mane tied in a ponytail streamed behind me. A straw hat lay on the table, within reaching distance. Some griffon gloves lay folded underneath; it is to be used in emergencies. On my flank, there bore a straw hat overlapping a katana, my chosen weapon. "Welcome to Men's Noodles!" A pale yellow mare called out from behind the counter. I lazily drifted my gaze to the entrance and saw a pink filly who looked very lost. She didn't even have a cutie mark. I took notice of this, then went back to my ramen. As I contemplated on why this particular ramen was so good, I heard in the background, "are you lost?" "N-No...maybe?" The other patrons started to look up at the filly with newfound sympathy. I couldn't care less, these ramens were criminally good. I was almost done with slurping down all of my noodles when the doors came crashing down. The sudden violence caught me off guard; I started hacking up the ramen that got stuck in my throat. "Hey hey hey! Look what we have here, boys! A lost little filly that our boss just so happens to want. What do you say, little pony? Want to come with your best friends, the Chainers?" A raspy, slightly foreign, voice chuckled. After I stopped coughing, I slowly looked up while rubbing my sore throat. By the wreckage of the poor rice paper door, there stood five stallions, all carrying various weapons. They looked aggressive, but it mattered not to me. The Chainers are a group of bandits that don't know when to stop. They raid defenseless caravans and capture souls for bounties, just like this filly. I put my hat on and stashed away my griffon gloves in my saddlebag. I quickly slurped down the rest of my ramen, then got up, my tail putting some bits on the table. I slowly trotted towards the bandits, keeping my head covered by the brim of my straw hat. My gait was slow as I moseyed my way to the door. "Hey, you. Stop moving or we'll gut you." A different voice this time, but still the same amount of viciousness. "Pardon me, I need to get to my daughter's birthday." I tried moving through the Chainers, but they didn't budge. "Surely you can understand?" "What part of 'stop moving' do you not understand!" By now I could feel terrified eyes penetrating my hide. Without even looking up from my hat, I knew the pony in front must've drawn his sword and was poised to strike. Using the wind, I maneuvered out of the way right before the katana struck. Gasps of shock came from both the Chainers and the patrons. "Maybe you don't understand, it's my daughter's birthday and I don't want to miss it." I slowly raised my head, my bright red eyes boring into his gray ones. The pony, that the eyes belonged to, took a step back. "Nopony cares if it's your daughter's birthday!" Another pony this time. I whipped my head to the voice, scaring him back as well. "What's the matter with you foals! He's just another lowly peasant!" The leader of the group stared at his scared troop. His raspy voice laced with anger that I, of all ponies, scared the Chainers. "S-Sir, he's no lowly peasant!" "He's...he's the Ronin of Yama!" "The Hundred Slayer!" "Spare me!" "Bah, he just looks like him." The leader kicked a couple of his pones before facing me with a sneer. "Everypony knows that the Ronin is long dead. Now get him so we can finally get back to our jobs!" With his words, the rest of the gang drew their weapons and faced me. Behind me, I heard the bartender whispering to the other patrons to leave while they still could. As the tavern cleared out, I stood there staring down the Chainers. The brutes still held the filly, keeping her from escaping. "Looks like I'm not going to make it." I grumbled, leaning on a nearby chair. "How dare you!" The leader charged, a katana held in his mouth. As he charged, I took note of his grip, a wooden one laced with gold. I simple side stepped, letting the blade whoosh beside me. Before he could recover, I kicked him over with a single hoof. The others, five in total, excluding the one I kicked, gaped at me in shock. Then, one by one, they snapped out of their stupor and charged at me as well. With a quick flourish, my mouth pulled out my katana from my scabbard and blocked the first attack. The sudden appearance of my sword made everypony stop and stare in wide-eyed fear. I took advantage of this and quickly wove between them all, dispatching the bandits of their weapons. Within seconds all of their belongings lay on a floor behind me. I opened my mouth to speak, but got interrupted by a guttural roar. One filled with anger and shame. I turned around and barely dodged the reckless attack by the leader. "I WILL NOT LET SOME PEASANT DEFILE MY HONOR!" He quickly wheeled around and rose up on his backhooves before crashing down with his katana. I stood there, sword in mouth, not moving. I waited for the right moment, then put all my force with my block. A loud clash of metal on metal rang out in the tavern. The two of us stood there for a second, then my opponent's handle shattered in his mouth. "Wood and gold. Pitiful materials for handles." I scoffed at him, sheathed my sword, then trotted up to the filly. The other Chainers didn't do anything, even shuffling away if I got near. "Alright little filly, you're safe now. Let's get you home." The air was driven from my lungs from her bone-crushing hug. "Oh, thank you!" The pink filly's white mane bounced with her hug. Bright rose-colored eyes glistened with not-yet tears. After she got herself under control, she smiled sheepishly. "My name's Sakura!" After I paid the bartender some more bits for the hassle I caused, we made our way out of town. A hardened samurai and an energetic filly. Author's Note Japanese Dictionary: Samurai = Japanese warriors Ronin = Masterless Samurai Katana = A curved sword, tempered and folded many times. Quite durable. Men = Noodles, interestingly enough. Yama = Mountain Sakura = A pretty flower Kudos to Starlight Nova for asking if I was going to make a story out of this picture, so here it is! Kudos to vavacung for making the picture as well, their art and comics are insane.
1:2 The MonkSakura, that was the filly's name. Named after a beautiful flower. To find a perfect blossom is nigh on impossible, and it reflected upon the pink filly. I watched as she changed her mind, yet again, on which rock to kick. The two of us had been wandering for a couple of days now, yet Sakura's energy seemed to be unlimited. Her attention span lasted for a split second; I would be extremely lucky to have her full attention for a mere minute. "Are we there yet?" The dreaded question that makes my soul shiver. In all of my years, I have never felt such an urge to abandon a child to their own devices, and what devices they are. The only reason I stay is because of my foolish oath I made to stay with her till she makes it home. And because I wouldn't inflict this pain on anypony else. "No." "How much further?" "Another week." Another week, my voice so calm, yet my inner thoughts screaming in torment. The pink demon with pristine white hair told me, with such a sweet smile, that she lived in Hoofchi, 200 miles away from where they were. As they trotted at a not-so-brisk pace, I mused about how a family of her stature came to be in a small town like Marebashi. "Aw, but Ronin! What about your daughter? Shouldn't you go to her?" The filly let out a large gasp causing me to turn around in annoyance. "What if she thinks you are abandoning her and she's gonna commit Seppuku! That would be horrible! We need to turn around now! Or...uh, speed up!" "Calm down." I stuck out a leg to trip the charging filly, but she deftly dodged it, surprising me slightly. "I don't have a daughter." "B...But, that means you l...lied..." Sakura's lips blubbered as she stuttered, her rose eyes tearing up. Little hooves reached up to swipe at them. "Uhh..." My gruff demeanor changed into a confused one. This is why I've never had children. That and the fact that I would outlive them. "It was for your own protection! If I hadn't confused the bandits, things would've ended up very differently." Probably not, but I have to be reassuring. "Y...You promise?" Sakura shakily asked, when I nodded, she straightened up, and put on a brave smile. "But no more lying! Samurai are supposed to be honest!" "All right, I promise to stay truthful. Can we continue walking now?" I rolled my eyes as she nodded vigorously. "Hihi, a samurai not following Bushido? Will wonders ever cease!" A new voice, a raspy but hearty one. I quickly whirled around, my tail gripping the hilt of my katana. There, an old zebra sat on a rock in a meditative pose, chuckling with mirth. A beard adorned his chin and a monk's basket hat rested atop his head. His whitened mane was tied up in a traditional knot. A smiling mask was pictured upon his flank, perhaps a telling of joyful facades. My guard never lowered. "Who are you?" I positioned myself in between the strange zebra and Sakura. No matter how annoying the filly was, no way was I letting her get hurt. "What do you want?" "You may call me Komuso!" The zebra hopped off his rock with a grin. He bowed deeply, before popping back up again. "As for what I want, it is to go where the wind takes me, and it seems that the wind is blowing your direction. So, samurai, what do you say?" "And if I say no?" I grunted, still not trusting this monk, though my grip on the katana eased a bit. "Then we shall part ways, my demeanor changed not a single bit!" Komuso proceeded to laugh, infectious as it was, it got Sakura into the mood as well. The zebra perked up at this and laughed more, this time less forced, not that it was at the beginning. I sighed inwardly. "Please Mr. Ronin? Can Komu stay with us for a bit longer?" I looked down, despairing as I knew this would be coming, straight into the misty eyes of a spoiled child. "All right." I relented, my groan barely audible over Sakura and Komuso's cheering. "I am watching though, one hoof out of line..." "No worries Master Samurai, I know where boundaries are and know when to not cross them." The monk beamed at me. I sighed and continued walking, the other two following. ✿✿✿ This would prove to be useful as when the rain started pouring, Komuso led us to a temple where we could take shelter. There was another group of ponies taking shelter, but once I understood that they're not dangerous, I was relatively relaxed. "Now that we are in the warm embrace of Hooffha, shall we tell stories?" The monk smiled widely, as if this was the best idea of the day. I peered at him warily, wondering what his angle was. This entire time, I made sure that my katana was nearby, ready for a quick draw. "Ooh ooh! Pick me! Pick me!" Sakura was waving a forehoof wildly above her head in a painful looking way. I frowned, to keep up appearances, and leaned forward, curious as to what story she'd bring forth. In the corner of my eye, I saw Komuso smile as if he knew. I mentally shook my head, how could he know. "Be my guest, little blossom." "Okay!" The filly squealed, then got immediately shushed by other monks. "This is exciting! Okay, the story starts of with a little filly in the Forbidden Forest! She thought it was the quickest way to the town where her friend lives. Now, everypony knows that it's called Forbidden for a reason, and the reason lies in hulking beasts of myths!" Komuso gasped theatrically, earning a little giggle from the filly. "Behind the heroine of our story, came out a shadowy Yokai! The little filly tried her very best, yelling and screaming, but the Yokai was too strong! For several days, she was dragged. Till on the fourth day, the Yokai dropped the filly. The filly then immediately got up and ran away." I got the feeling at this point, that there was no truth in this tale. "It took the little filly several days, but she finally reunited with her friend." "And then what!?" Komuso clapped his forehooves together. I peered at him, annoyed. How does this zebra stay so happy? "Because I'm alive and free, what's there to not be happy?" I blinked. "How did you do that?" I asked after I regained my bearings. "I am one with the spirits, Master Ronin. There is much I know, however, despite my knowledge, there is still things to learn. This is why I travel, to learn and explore." The monk's voice turned very serious, the smile dropping from his lips. After a couple of seconds of staring at me, his joyful expression perked back up and faced Sakura. "Little blossom! Continue with your tale, it is most interesting." Author's Note Japanese Dictionary: Seppuku = Cutting of the Belly. Ritual Suicide. Bushido = The moral code of the Samurai. A way of life. Komuso = Buddhist Monks. Yokai = Demons of sorts. I was not expecting this much popularity, if you can call this popularity. Anyhoo, I hoped you enjoyed the next chapter and the new character. I wish you a merry October. tho it we are already halfway. KUDOS to my dad, because of his need to show me Japanese movies. KUDOS to Blu, as always. KUDOS to Google, could never work without you.
1:3 The ThiefKomuso, the name of the pesky zebra. The name means "Monks of Emptiness." However, the zebra that decided to follow us, doesn't seem to follow the rules of emptying oneself. His tengai was not even proper, an opening allowing his face to show. His addled mind was filled to the brim with stories of every genre. Tales that he tells us with gusto. It's been two days since Komuso proclaimed that he was going to follow us. Sakura, of course, found this to be a delight. The past nights were filled with fantastical journeys that Komuso apparently went on. There was nothing I could do, nor did I want to, as it was the only thing keeping Sakura quiet. I sighed, as if such a night had befallen us once again. We chose an outcropping to rest for the night, gathered wood became our fire for the night, and Komuso settled into his story-telling position. My eyes, impassive as ever, looked at the darkening horizon. It was my duty to this child to stay vigilant and protect her from any harm, be it beastly or civilized. My gaze strayed in every direction, looking at the beauty of Tsukuyomi's night. The crescent moon glimmered slightly, its light basking the terrain below in a silvery sheen. The stars, dotting the endless black sea, creating pictures if one were creative enough. The spectral dust, painting the dark sky with purples and blues. "Master Ronin." I barely flinched when Komuso slid beside me, a contented smile dancing upon his lips. "The night truly is an artpiece tonight. Tsukuyomi must feel intense joy and pride whenever she brings the veil over the world." "Why are you here?" I interrupted, not one for the arts. "Is it truly such a crime to journey with a fellow traveler?" The zebra's smile wilted under my hard gaze. "Alright Master Ronin, if you truly must know. A week ago, from this very day, I was robbed. My sacred flute was taken from me. I had hoped that if I followed you, I might have that chance to reclaim what is mine." "Hmm..." ✿✿✿ "Mister? Where is your sword?" Sakura trotted next to me, her hooves moving at a faster pace than mine, trying to keep up with my brisk pace. "I didn't see it in the noodle place, then you had it! I don't see it right now, also." "Why nopony saw it before I pulled it out?" The little filly nodded, her eyes sparkling. I thought for a second, then pulled something off of my back. "Can you keep a secret?" Another nod. "My daisho is invisible. It was a gift after I helped somepony...way back then." "That's so cool! Can I see it?" I groaned. Why are foal eyes so powerful? With a quick fwish, I drew my katana out of its sheath and demonstrated that it turns invisible if sheathed. I did the same with my wakizashi. Once I was done with my presentation, Sakura clopped her hooves together with elation. I almost smiled back. Curse these wretched foals for being too...perfect! After I dealt with my own mentality, I glanced back, realizing that Komosu was lagging behind. The usual uppity zebra was despondent, head low, and tail dragging in the dirt. I stopped for a little bit, waited for the monk to catch up, then followed step by step. "I do not wish your company as of right now." I cocked my head; Komosu changed his speech pattern. No longer grounded, as if he converted back to being a true monk. "And if I won't leave?" I'm not sure what made me hang back and talk to the zebra, but my instincts have never led me astray. "Then I will regard you with coldness befitted of an enemy." True to his word, Komosu's gaze turned oh so cold. i didn't reply, there was no need to. The two of us trotted side by side, Sakura bouncing up ahead. The only moment she turned back curiously, I shook my head slightly and she grinned in reply. Then, just like that, the wind turned sour. An incredible amount of years on the road has finely tuned my senses. The moment the scent of poison touched my nostrils, I was on guard. The key to having the element of surprise is to let nopony know that you know. My demeanour didn't change; my gait didn't change; not a single thing changed besides the more erratic movement of my eyes. Keeping my pace with Komosu, I glanced around as imperceptibly as possible, trying to catch the movement of the source of the foulness. My guard increased drastically the moment the wrongness faded in the air. It caught me so off guard that my ear flicked. I kept my gaze forward, watching the pink filly, making sure she was safe. I found her staring at a peculiar flower that was growing inside of a rock. There! A glint of forged steel in the bushes. Then a whistling noise. Instincts took over, and I let it guide me; it forced the monk down. A kunai sailed right where his head was, and thudded deep into a tree that was nearby. Just as quickly, another blade shot out of the bushes. After a couple more of those kunai, our assailant jumped out of their tree and came at us. The pony was a supreme slate gray specimen, with a greenish blue mane that looked to be the color of green fog. The face, covered in a mask depicting a monster of sorts. Pushing Komosu behind me, I quickly grabbed my katana and met our attacker head on. I ignored the scared scream behind me and focused on the pony coming at us. They seem to be using a kama, and a particularly sturdy one at that. With a growl, the pony swung the weapon, but I quickly sidestepped and bucked our attacker into the side, sending them sprawling. "That pony is the one that forgone all niceties and snatched my flute!" The monk's eyes were no longer indifferent, but burned with a blue flame. The zebra attempted to take a step forward, no doubt wanting to whale upon the poor pony with surprisingly good equipment., but I held out a hoof to stop his advances. Komosu merely glared at me, but I wasn't backing down. A sharp pain sparked in my hind leg; I quickly rolled away and accessed what caused it. The pony was up and running, their kama stained red. It didn't look too bad, a shallow cut, so I picked myself up and charged at our attacker. The two of us met with a clashing of blades, but my years of experience quickly bested his youthful energy. I had knocked them out cold and took their kama, which was now attached to my belt, in plain sight, and I had tons of questions to ask. However, before I could satisfy my needs, the monk stepped up and said something that still baffles me to this very moment. "Stop, leave her alone." The zebra that Sakura and I both know as Komosu had somehow just disappeared entirely. "For now, this is where we part ways, I wish you luck on your journey." "Farewell?" I sheathed my katana, keeping my mouth free to talk. "Why?" "I have the need to interrogate this pony and it's better to be done with a single presence." Komosu gestured at the unconscious lump, then at himself. "Not to mention, I only joined for revenge. It is not the way of bushido. As I've said, may the ancestors guide you and the filly. There is many adventures to be had." Author's Note Japanese Dictionary: Tengai = A hat that is a basket. It is the traditional headwear of the Komosu Tsukuyomi = Shinto Moon Goddess Daisho = The pair of katana and wakizashi Wakizashi = A curved short sword. Partner to the katana Kunai = Throwing dagger Kama = Hand scythe Mmm, a strange chapter. Not sure where I was going with this one.
1:4 The DuelHoofchi, we had made it. The mura was your every Neighpon village, a torii gate at the entrances, houses scattered about, and rice fields further down the hill. What was intriguing about this particular place was the giant sakura tree in the middle of town. It had been several days since Komosu had left us, but Sakura and I pressed on. The little filly had gotten quieter and quieter the closer we got to Hoofchi, her hyper antics no longer the source of my strained amusement. Her eating habits had lessened as well, no longer asking for snacks an hour after we had eaten. She even stayed in my vision the entire trip. This unsettled me slightly. We passed under the first torii gate and crossed into Hoofchi territory. Sakura kept close to me, casting frightened glances all over the place. I tried to follow her gaze, glancing at ponies that appeared to be normal rice farmers and townsponies. They too peered at us, though not with concern or reverence as my daisho was invisible. One of the perks of such an item. "Alright Sakura, this is Hoofchi." I attempted to peel her off of me, but it didn't work quite as well as I hoped. The filly stayed stuck to me, her eyes glimmering with sadness. "Bu...but, I don't wanna go!" Sakura blubbered, water leaking from her eyes. "This week has been amazing and you are so nice!" "Sakura..." I sighed and lowered myself so I could look into her eyes. When she glanced away, I reached out with a hoof and brought her muzzle to face me. "This is your home and you are too young to travel with a pony like me." "What about when I get older!?" Sakura's eyes lit up with determination. "Can I travel with you then?" I chuckled, this filly had really grown on me. "Alright, when you're older and when you can take care of yourself. Now, find your caretakers." "Ok. Bye mister Ronin!" The pink filly's eyes were once again lit with mirth. I smiled as I watched her go and turned to find a tavern. It didn't take long for me to find the telltale sign that promised me sake. I trotted in and I gained several looks, no doubt from the fact that I was a stranger. I nodded to several stallions that looked like they were of importance then strolled over to the bar. "What can I do for you mister?" A beige stallion, with white spots splatted on his muzzle, regarded me. His blue eyes pierced with knowhow and his flank bore a sake bowl. "I would like some of your sake and perhaps a bowl of rice." I spoke slowly, careful not to make any aggressive moves. It is always best to remain inconspicuous when visiting an unknown mura. That way, nopony would remember you later. "Coming right up." The stallion left, his lighter blue tail swishing behind him. I sat on my stool and thought of what I should do next. Perhaps make a stop at Nagatrotki or visit an old friend in Coltizaki. As I ruminated on my choices, a heavy thud sounded next to me. Instantly, my guard went up and I cautiously looked to see what caused the disturbance. A grinning mare stared back. As promised to Sakura, I would not lie and say that she caused my heart to beat faster. "Ronin of Yama?" The mare stared at me, her eyes a pure red that even blood couldn't even compare, her coat a vibrant white, and the mane a dark satin. The most disturbing part of her was the mark on her flank, a katana drenched in blood with an eyeball pierced on the tip. "I know of him. Is there a message you need me to take to him?" My voice and face, cool and steady, inside I was groaning in agony. That title will never leave me for as long as I live. "Yes, tell him..." With a flourish that an untrained eye could never follow, the mare pulled out a tanto and stabbed me right in the stomach. Blood immediately started to flow from the wound and onto the floor. Shocked silence filled the tavern and then within seconds, it was broken by screams and the trampling of terrified ponies. While all of this was happening, I just stared at the tanto in my gut. "Why?" "Because, the rumors tell of a samurai, immortal and unslayable. What better challenge than to best the best?" I looked back up into the manic gaze of the mare, who grinned in response. "I suppose that is one way to look at things, if you could only give me a moment." With a well practiced movement, I pulled the tanto out and whipped it towards the mare and bolted before I could see if I hit my mark or not. Ever since Emperor Tenno had taken the throne, I had made an oath to preserve buildings as best as I could. Whether or not it was foolish, I take my oaths very seriously and by galloping away, the tavern would be spared from sword slashes. Soon I came across the courtyard that hosted the giant sakura tree. This is where I stand and fight. I turned around and faced whatever might come at me. It didn't take long for the mare to come rushing after me, but it was long enough for my body to completely heal. "RONIN OF YAMA! There you are!" The mare, who turned out to be a unicorn, the mane covered the horn, grinned. "Let us duel!" "I accept! May I have the pleasure of your name?" I bowed slightly in the courtesy of duels. "My name is Dokugan, and I am the mare that will take your eye!" Dokugan bowed as well, but it held mockery. "Let us begin." The mare's horn lit up with a blood red hue and a katana flew out of her daisho. Dokugan swished it in the air and grinned. I stared her down while I slowly grabbed my griffon gloves, ones I hadn't worn in decades. Mutterings and whispers circulated around us, a quick peek in the peripheral said that the villagers were gathering to watch. I snorted and finished putting on my gloves, then I crouched low and gazed at my opponent. "Let's!" Within seconds, Dokugan crossed the clearing and aimed for my throat. But I too, was quick, and had already moved out of harms way. Collective oohs and ahs could be heard, but I paid no heed. My sole focus was the mare in front of me. We started circling warily, our first cards already dealt. Now came the bluffs. Dokugan's face never broke from the ear-splitting grin and all the while, her magic kept the katana swishing through the air. Unicorns, a fearsome warrior if trained properly, and unfortunately, Dokugan seemed to be trained by the best. Her katana was a token of appreciation as well, such craftponyship was rare beyond belief. Steel folded no more than 2,000 times, the mouthgrip created from the finest isunoki woods, and the engravings speak of professionalism. This was no mere sword. With a cry, Dokugan rushed forwards once again, the magicked sword flying ahead of her. Quickly moving on my hooves, I slid slightly out of the way, while my jaw gripped on the invisible hilt and pulled my katana out and quickly deflected Dokugan's blow. The glancing of our clash caused her to stumble off to the side, but she recovered quickly. There was no time to rest as she rushed at me again, a feral grin matching her bloodlust gaze. Her magic moved in a blur while my face twitched ever so slightly, just enough for each blow to glance off and miss me. This dance continued for several minutes before our swords clashed and locked. Following the law of duels, our muzzles leaned in over our blades so we could converse, if only for a few seconds. "May I ask how you came to these skills?" I asked through my hilt. "As if you would like to know!" Dokugan snorted and quickly put a surge in her magic, causing our interlocked status no longer existent. Now began our second rotation. After this, anything could happen. Unconventional tactics are to be expected after the second rotation. I contemplated what I should do next as I walked around and around, my trained eyes darting everywhere. In one of these glances, I saw a familiar pink coat. That was a mistake. Before I could react, a katana speared me right through the chest. Breath was driven out of my punctured lungs. My legs turned weak and blood was sloshing everywhere in the inside. In normal cases, this was certain death. I ignored everything and rose up and casted a stern gaze at the unicorn who dared spear me. "It was an opening and I took it." Dokugan shrugged sheepishly. "You can't blame me for that." I whinnied and galloped forwards, ready to slash through her, but I wasn't quick enough. Dokugan twisted away, only the tip catching on some fur, as I rushed past. Before any blow could hit me from behind, I rotated and faced my opponent once again. She and I were breathing heavily now, a long fight such as this hadn't happened to me in quite some time and from her weariness, so had she. I glanced at Dokugan and quickly pulled out her katana from my chest and threw it back at her. The mare caught it in her magic and flicked it, letting my blood fall off. In a duel, it is considered dishonorable to fight an unarmed opponent. She settled back into her battle stance, prepared for anything. What she wasn't prepared for was my special technique. With ease from years of practice, I balanced on my two backhooves and switched the katana to my right hoof. The griffon gloves easily grabbing the mouthgrip. With a seriousness only reserved for those worthy, I leveled my gaze. Dokugan met it with no hesitancy or fear. "Before we continue, I am honoured-bound to tell you that you have earned my respect." I swept both forehooves to my sides and bowed low, declaring my honesty. "Ronin of Yama, you have no idea how much that means to me. Despite my dark deeds and wrongdoings, you still honor me." Dokugan replied, her voice betraying no hint of irony or sarcasm, just pure honesty. "Let me return the favor by completing this duel the right way." I watched her sheath her katana and slowly lowered her stance, her horn sparking with readiness. I recognized what she was doing as the traditional Neighponese standoff and I followed suit. We stared each other down, my hoof resting on my hilt while Dokugan's magic brushed on hers. The gathered crowd of villagers stood quiet, the suspense silencing their will. What happened next was a complete blur, nopony present could describe clearly what had happened. We faced each other one second, and then in another, we both stood at two different edges of the clearing, our backs facing each other. Then blood spurt on both myself and Dokugan. Another second later and the mare fell to the ground, her soul lost to the kami. ✿✿✿ The sun was setting and my hooves were taking me on another journey. Behind me lay Hoofchi, a quaint little town, and further lay a fresh grave. Underneath the loosened dirt lay an adversary worthy enough to cross blades with Ronin of Yama. Musings invaded my brain, but those could wait. For the sun only sets once a day. Author's Note Japanese Dictionary: Mura: Village Torii: Shinto gateway Sake: Rice wine, very popular Tanto: Knife Tenno: Emperor Dokugan: Single eye Isunoki: A sturdy tree Kami: Spirits or gods, depending on who you ask. I want to make something really clear, these translations are not completely accurate nor am I of Japanese heritage. This is more or less what it means with some creative liberties. If you are offended by this, then by all means, accuse me. I meant no disrespect and I hope it doesn't impact the story in itself. HUZZAH, arc 1 done.
Arc 1 Japanese DictionaryAuthor's Note Keep in mind that this is not the exact translations, only a simplified version, enough for understanding. The words will be in chronological order. Arc 1 Japanese Dictionary The Filly: Samurai = Japanese warriors Ronin = Masterless Samurai Katana = A curved sword, tempered and folded many times. Quite durable. Men = Noodles, interestingly enough. Yama = Mountain Sakura = A pretty flower The Monk: Seppuku = Cutting of the Belly. Ritual Suicide. Bushido = The moral code of the Samurai. A way of life. Komuso = Buddhist Monks. Yokai = Demons of sorts. The Thief: Tengai = A hat that is a basket. It is the traditional headwear of the Komosu Tsukuyomi = Shinto Moon Goddess Daisho = The pair of katana and wakizashi Wakizashi = A curved short sword. Partner to the katana Kunai = Throwing dagger Kama = Hand scythe The Duel: Mura: Village Torii: Shinto gateway Sake: Rice wine, very popular Tanto: Knife Tenno: Emperor Dokugan: Single eye Isunoki: A sturdy tree Kami: Spirits or gods, depending on who you ask.
