[center][h2][i]The White Knight[/i][/h2]

Twas a calm day this one, much like the day before and the one before that. It has been like this for nearly a month, an occurrence most uncommon yet warmly welcomed from pretty much everyone of Megatropolis. Everyone save for the ones who seek and thrive on large-scale conflicts and dangers, of course. He was not one of them. Sure, the gross majority of the time he would spend patrolling the streets of every district, seeking wrongs to right and justice to spread, but calm days such as these were the ones he enjoyed the most. Luckily for him, he was not the only hero, otherwise he would be easily overwhelmed by the sheer amount of disasters and injustices, big and small, that he would have to deal with. Whatever small-time crimes occurred right now which did not catch his attention were surely being taken care of by others, those willing to do good and/or prove their worth as heroes. Hmmm…’Hero. The term still intrigued him even after all these years when people have been calling him that.

Somewhere, atop one of the large buildings of B-District, overlooking a rather stunning view of this part of the city, a lone figure could be spotted. A rather odd looking swordsman, sporting a monochrome garb, his face hidden behind a plain and apparently ‘faceless’ mask with a large silvery mane of hair, flowing to the gentle breeze. He was seated in a seiza posture, his large sword placed horizontally on his lap and looking straight ahead, at the view. His lack of motion would suggest meditation…. or sleep. Maybe both? Though those who know of him know that sleeping is one of the activities he ever so rarely does, so they would probably be betting on meditation. Indeed that was what he was doing but only recently as the small stack of painted canvases next to him would suggest. On a peaceful day with not much crime-fighting, this is how one would find him, indulging in some more...well...peaceful activities. 

‘[i]Hero[/i]’. The term rang, loudly in his mind. If he understood the term correctly, a ‘Hero’ is someone who would do extraordinary acts of courage which may or may not result in a conscious self-sacrifice whose purpose is to protect and benefit others. In other words, a hero must posses both the will and courage to perform the most selfless act of them all if deemed necessary. Of course, this was his own personal(and probably idealized) definition of a ‘Hero’, others probably believed something completely different. Still, the idea that people would consider him to be something  like that is…-

An earth-shattering tremor snapped him from his meditation and promptly rose him to his feet, turning his gaze at the source of the problem. In the distance he spotted a large serpentine creature rising from beneath, a terrible roar accompanying it just before it evaporated in a black-green-ish cloud of toxicity, leaving behind a large mound of bones with a castle on the very top. An announcement could be heard from the speakers posted around the city, warning the civilians to head to safety and asking the heroes to attend to the danger. Such ended Megatropoli’s streak of peaceful days, perhaps a bit disheartening but not unexpected. 

Another call awaited his response. In only mere moments, via a display of gravity-defying leaps and acrobatics, he arrived at the heart of the problem. Gazing upon the colossal mound of bones from a vantage point nearby. He also noticed he was not the first to arrive. Other heroes(or would-be-heroes) were present as well, analyzing the situation. A cooperative effort would probably yield the best results, he judged and then leapt from his heighten position, landing gently amidst the group of individuals gathered close to the mound. The White Knight had made his presence known among them and regarded them with a slight and silent bow of his head, whether they had previously met or not.  
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