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Minoru’s first thought: COOL! The Chinese-looking girl from around the corner was focusing hard on something, if Minoru didn’t know any better he’d say she was constipated by the way she concentrated. But still, despite the girl’s young appearance, Minoru was instantly drawn to her, she was cool, a bit silly, yet obviously strong. For some reason, Lin reminded Minoru of someone. Lin looked like a girl he knew… with rainbow-dyed hair.
But so far, Ryoko hadn’t noticed her yet, so Minoru took that for his advantage. Though he didn’t have a particular joy in letting someone else fight for him, it was certainly preferably than to reveal her position by pointedly staring at her. Minoru looked back at Ryoko who was laughing like crazy because of his antics, although he was, himself, a bit off he knew for certain that it took a special brand of crazy to enjoy Minoru’s presence.
Just then, Lin decided to strike. Minoru almost cheered for the Chinese warrior… until Ryoko conveniently ducked as the arc of fire flew toward him. Minoru’s eyes widened and he let out a squeak as the flame crashed into him, enveloping him in tongues of fire. He heard Ryoko talk to the Chinese girl but he was still too busy being covered in fire to pay attention.
Minoru shut his eyes tightly and let out a scream… that abruptly stopped as the pain subsided. Minoru opened his eyes and looked around. He wasn’t in the Factory anymore. He was in a beautiful garden with a massive red oak tree right behind him. Minoru looked at his arms, expecting to see them charred or horribly scarred but he was fine, again, why was he okay?
Did he die this time? Probably but that death felt too… quick. Minoru expected a big theatrical showing of his death, not pain one moment then nothing the next.
“You aren’t dead idiot…”
Minoru looked up and noticed a glowing white/green… thing descending from the skies. He had the face of a mouse and a tiny bipedal body but his ears extended out from his head like two long scarves. Minoru instantly recognized who it was.
“Terriermon!” Minoru cried, grinning with delight. “You’re real?! OH, OH, is this a vision? Some sort of prophecy you’re giving me to indicate that I’m the One who has to stop Agent Smith? Or maybe I have to gather a rag-tag team of misfits in order to destroy the establishment! Or—“
Terriermon brandished a large baseball bat from thin air and smashed it over Minoru’s head, breaking the bat perfectly in two. Minoru writhed in pain as Terriermon unemotionally stared at him in perfect pain. Finally, after a few moments recuperating, Minoru sat up violently, glaring at Terriermon.
“What was that for?!” Minoru yelled. “That REALLY hurt!”
“Your voice was really annoying and I had the sudden urge to kill you,” Terriermon said with a friendly smile.
Minoru rubbed his aching head but his glare subsided. “Okay, so, who are you? Other than mean. And where am I?”
“I’m your conscience, of course,” Terriermon answered smugly. “And this place? It’s really hard to explain in a single RP post, so I’ll be dropping hints with every response.”
“Wait, I’d rather you just tell me straight-up,” Minoru complained. “The tension build-up is nice and all, but in terms of character growth—“
Terriermon slammed his broken bat into Minoru’s head again, this time completely shattering the instrument and making Minoru bleed from the top of his head. Despite the extensive injury, Minoru still sat up suddenly, yelling at Terriermon, “SERIOUSLY, ENOUGH WITH HITTING ME! What kind of conscience wants to kill the person they help?!”
“Anyways, we’ll only have a few moments before this ‘into-the-center-of-the-mind’ sequence gets old,” Terriermon interrupted. “So, I’m here to give you some advice.”
“Fine. What?”
Terriermon cleared his throat and pulled out a scroll from, well, thin air again, unfurled the paper and began reading, “Minoru, you need to survive. We can’t maintain this connection any longer, if you ever want to get home, survive.”
“Wait, what?” Minoru said, his head beginning to hurt but this time it wasn’t from his recent intimacy with the bat. It felt like some shadow in the back of his mind was burning with pain… the part of his mind that held his memories.
“No time to explain! You need to wake up,” Terriermon told him cheerfully. “I wish I could give you your full strength, but you’ll have to settle for the half-finished version.”
“Half-finished verison of what?!”
Terriermon smashed another bat into his face.
Minoru opened his eyes and the flames dispersed. He didn’t remember when he did so, but he was now standing up. Despite having recently been struck by lightning, attacked by a crazy woman, and set on fire, he looked perfectly fine. Even the injuries he suffered from the dude in his first post disappeared.
Then the other dude showed up. Again, the back of Minoru’s mind was buzzing with memories that should’ve been there but weren’t! Minoru glared at him, instantly reminded of some other androgynous guy who sexually harassed someone he really cared about.
“How will you fare now, Crazy Lady?” Minoru asked with such a cool voice that no doubt he impressed everyone within a 25 mile radius. “Now that you’ve awoken the Mad Magician!” Minoru put his hands up on his face in a sentai-inspired pose. “MUAHAH! THERE IS NO WAY YOU’RE COMING OUT OF THIS FIGHT ALIVE!”
There. He bluffed! Although Minoru wasn’t sure how he was healed from his injuries, he knew it wasn’t something he could grasp so easily. Hopefully, he wouldn’t have to, maybe the new dude could throw himself at Ryoko and leave it at that. Minoru just wanted to thank the Chinese girl for her help, she didn’t have to jump in and risk her neck for him but he wouldn’t let that go in vain.
But so far, Ryoko hadn’t noticed her yet, so Minoru took that for his advantage. Though he didn’t have a particular joy in letting someone else fight for him, it was certainly preferably than to reveal her position by pointedly staring at her. Minoru looked back at Ryoko who was laughing like crazy because of his antics, although he was, himself, a bit off he knew for certain that it took a special brand of crazy to enjoy Minoru’s presence.
Just then, Lin decided to strike. Minoru almost cheered for the Chinese warrior… until Ryoko conveniently ducked as the arc of fire flew toward him. Minoru’s eyes widened and he let out a squeak as the flame crashed into him, enveloping him in tongues of fire. He heard Ryoko talk to the Chinese girl but he was still too busy being covered in fire to pay attention.
Minoru shut his eyes tightly and let out a scream… that abruptly stopped as the pain subsided. Minoru opened his eyes and looked around. He wasn’t in the Factory anymore. He was in a beautiful garden with a massive red oak tree right behind him. Minoru looked at his arms, expecting to see them charred or horribly scarred but he was fine, again, why was he okay?
Did he die this time? Probably but that death felt too… quick. Minoru expected a big theatrical showing of his death, not pain one moment then nothing the next.
“You aren’t dead idiot…”
Minoru looked up and noticed a glowing white/green… thing descending from the skies. He had the face of a mouse and a tiny bipedal body but his ears extended out from his head like two long scarves. Minoru instantly recognized who it was.
“Terriermon!” Minoru cried, grinning with delight. “You’re real?! OH, OH, is this a vision? Some sort of prophecy you’re giving me to indicate that I’m the One who has to stop Agent Smith? Or maybe I have to gather a rag-tag team of misfits in order to destroy the establishment! Or—“
Terriermon brandished a large baseball bat from thin air and smashed it over Minoru’s head, breaking the bat perfectly in two. Minoru writhed in pain as Terriermon unemotionally stared at him in perfect pain. Finally, after a few moments recuperating, Minoru sat up violently, glaring at Terriermon.
“What was that for?!” Minoru yelled. “That REALLY hurt!”
“Your voice was really annoying and I had the sudden urge to kill you,” Terriermon said with a friendly smile.
Minoru rubbed his aching head but his glare subsided. “Okay, so, who are you? Other than mean. And where am I?”
“I’m your conscience, of course,” Terriermon answered smugly. “And this place? It’s really hard to explain in a single RP post, so I’ll be dropping hints with every response.”
“Wait, I’d rather you just tell me straight-up,” Minoru complained. “The tension build-up is nice and all, but in terms of character growth—“
Terriermon slammed his broken bat into Minoru’s head again, this time completely shattering the instrument and making Minoru bleed from the top of his head. Despite the extensive injury, Minoru still sat up suddenly, yelling at Terriermon, “SERIOUSLY, ENOUGH WITH HITTING ME! What kind of conscience wants to kill the person they help?!”
“Anyways, we’ll only have a few moments before this ‘into-the-center-of-the-mind’ sequence gets old,” Terriermon interrupted. “So, I’m here to give you some advice.”
“Fine. What?”
Terriermon cleared his throat and pulled out a scroll from, well, thin air again, unfurled the paper and began reading, “Minoru, you need to survive. We can’t maintain this connection any longer, if you ever want to get home, survive.”
“Wait, what?” Minoru said, his head beginning to hurt but this time it wasn’t from his recent intimacy with the bat. It felt like some shadow in the back of his mind was burning with pain… the part of his mind that held his memories.
“No time to explain! You need to wake up,” Terriermon told him cheerfully. “I wish I could give you your full strength, but you’ll have to settle for the half-finished version.”
“Half-finished verison of what?!”
Terriermon smashed another bat into his face.
Minoru opened his eyes and the flames dispersed. He didn’t remember when he did so, but he was now standing up. Despite having recently been struck by lightning, attacked by a crazy woman, and set on fire, he looked perfectly fine. Even the injuries he suffered from the dude in his first post disappeared.
Then the other dude showed up. Again, the back of Minoru’s mind was buzzing with memories that should’ve been there but weren’t! Minoru glared at him, instantly reminded of some other androgynous guy who sexually harassed someone he really cared about.
“How will you fare now, Crazy Lady?” Minoru asked with such a cool voice that no doubt he impressed everyone within a 25 mile radius. “Now that you’ve awoken the Mad Magician!” Minoru put his hands up on his face in a sentai-inspired pose. “MUAHAH! THERE IS NO WAY YOU’RE COMING OUT OF THIS FIGHT ALIVE!”
There. He bluffed! Although Minoru wasn’t sure how he was healed from his injuries, he knew it wasn’t something he could grasp so easily. Hopefully, he wouldn’t have to, maybe the new dude could throw himself at Ryoko and leave it at that. Minoru just wanted to thank the Chinese girl for her help, she didn’t have to jump in and risk her neck for him but he wouldn’t let that go in vain.
SoleAccord said
Giving King Wolfe 24 more hours before I post again.
kk
SoleAccord said
Post will be up in the next hour or two.
Will it?
“WAKE UP!”
Minoru sat up suddenly, blinking the dots from his vision and the intense ringing in his ears. He looked down at his hands as the last bit of his memory slammed into his mind like the proverbial truck. Minoru expected his hands to be horribly scarred or burned but he looked perfectly fine.
Weird how his luck protected him in that regard.
Now, as for that voice… It felt familiar but it wasn’t the person he was looking for, that was for sure, it was someone else. The image of a young girl with long black hair and dark eyes glaring at him as she chewed a lollipop. Oh, great, someone else he can’t remember.
“Ugh, that really hurt,” Minoru muttered to himself as he rubbed his arms, again expecting to feel as if his entire body was on fire but he felt perfectly fine. Minoru blinked as he looked up, a woman was standing over him. She was pretty, Minoru figured, with long blue hair and scary icy-blue eyes, she stared at Minoru as if he were an interesting specimen.
“Oh.” Minoru said as he looked at the woman, wondering who she was. In fact, as he looked around the “room” he was in, he realized he didn’t exactly have a clue where he was. It was annoying collection of pipes as if a really excited plumber went overboard in helping out with designing this place.
Minoru’s extraordinary senses went into overload as he absorbed every detail of his surroundings. The pipes were new, almost brand new which means this building is either constantly in pristine condition or created recently, this correlates with the floor is clean much too clean for a place like this. Minoru placed his palms against the floor and felt subtle vibrations against it, like something churning in the innards of the building. Something is active here, that was for sure.
He examined the woman. Tall, pretty, but clearly not normal. A sort of power radiates from her body, something normal people won’t exude. All of this comes to one obvious conclusion.
This is Heaven! And this woman is an angel. Clearly, after Minoru was struck by the stray lightning bolt, and didn’t sustain much damage other than damage to his ears and central nervous system, he was killed and brought to Heaven. This woman, therefore, is an angel!
Minoru grinned almost naively as he put out his hand to shake with the woman’s. “Nice to meet you! I’m Min—“
Minoru doubled over, curling up in a fetal position, gripping his hand as he lurched and twitched in pain. “OWWWWWW!” He complained, rolling around as he held his wrist while fire burned through his nerves, feeling like his hand was being cut clean off. For thirty seconds or so, Minoru rolled around, groaning in pain then finally he awkwardly sat back up.
“Okay… So this isn’t Heaven then,” Minoru muttered. “Then…” Minoru gasped as the realization came to him, he pointed dramatically at the woman. “YOU’RE A BAD GUY!”
Minoru didn’t know much about his past, but he knew, for sure, that he wasn’t a fan of bad guys they just tended to be so… bad. But what could he do? This woman was strong after all! She could inflict damage on him… THROUGH TELEKINESIS.
Of course, what other explanation was there?
Still, Minoru laughed confidently and played with his dark hair the way a cool-guy protagonist would. “Enemy of Light, you have made a foolish decision facing me in battle. Since you’ve already shown me your telekinetic ability, I’ve already developed a counter to it! YOU MIGHT AS WELL GIVE UP NOW!”
Then, Minoru would jump up and face the terrible demon in epic battle for the fate of the world. He’s so damn cool he might even spit a few sick rhymes while he’s at it… At least, he would if his legs worked. Awkwardly, Minoru poked his leg and found he couldn’t feel the sensation of his finger. “SHIT!” he cursed as he punched his legs, he couldn’t feel anything!
The lightning strike! It must’ve screwed up his nervous system so badly he lost feeling in his legs! Still, cool guys don’t lose their cool. They don’t lose their cool no matter what… because he’s so damn cool.
“I don’t need my legs to defeat you, demon!” Minoru cried. “GIVE UP TO THE SIDE OF JUSTICE!”
There. He bluffed. Hopefully, this demon would be so intimidated by Minoru’s awesome might that she would commit seppuku right then and there to spare her the embarrassment.
Minoru sat up suddenly, blinking the dots from his vision and the intense ringing in his ears. He looked down at his hands as the last bit of his memory slammed into his mind like the proverbial truck. Minoru expected his hands to be horribly scarred or burned but he looked perfectly fine.
Weird how his luck protected him in that regard.
Now, as for that voice… It felt familiar but it wasn’t the person he was looking for, that was for sure, it was someone else. The image of a young girl with long black hair and dark eyes glaring at him as she chewed a lollipop. Oh, great, someone else he can’t remember.
“Ugh, that really hurt,” Minoru muttered to himself as he rubbed his arms, again expecting to feel as if his entire body was on fire but he felt perfectly fine. Minoru blinked as he looked up, a woman was standing over him. She was pretty, Minoru figured, with long blue hair and scary icy-blue eyes, she stared at Minoru as if he were an interesting specimen.
“Oh.” Minoru said as he looked at the woman, wondering who she was. In fact, as he looked around the “room” he was in, he realized he didn’t exactly have a clue where he was. It was annoying collection of pipes as if a really excited plumber went overboard in helping out with designing this place.
Minoru’s extraordinary senses went into overload as he absorbed every detail of his surroundings. The pipes were new, almost brand new which means this building is either constantly in pristine condition or created recently, this correlates with the floor is clean much too clean for a place like this. Minoru placed his palms against the floor and felt subtle vibrations against it, like something churning in the innards of the building. Something is active here, that was for sure.
He examined the woman. Tall, pretty, but clearly not normal. A sort of power radiates from her body, something normal people won’t exude. All of this comes to one obvious conclusion.
This is Heaven! And this woman is an angel. Clearly, after Minoru was struck by the stray lightning bolt, and didn’t sustain much damage other than damage to his ears and central nervous system, he was killed and brought to Heaven. This woman, therefore, is an angel!
Minoru grinned almost naively as he put out his hand to shake with the woman’s. “Nice to meet you! I’m Min—“
Minoru doubled over, curling up in a fetal position, gripping his hand as he lurched and twitched in pain. “OWWWWWW!” He complained, rolling around as he held his wrist while fire burned through his nerves, feeling like his hand was being cut clean off. For thirty seconds or so, Minoru rolled around, groaning in pain then finally he awkwardly sat back up.
“Okay… So this isn’t Heaven then,” Minoru muttered. “Then…” Minoru gasped as the realization came to him, he pointed dramatically at the woman. “YOU’RE A BAD GUY!”
Minoru didn’t know much about his past, but he knew, for sure, that he wasn’t a fan of bad guys they just tended to be so… bad. But what could he do? This woman was strong after all! She could inflict damage on him… THROUGH TELEKINESIS.
Of course, what other explanation was there?
Still, Minoru laughed confidently and played with his dark hair the way a cool-guy protagonist would. “Enemy of Light, you have made a foolish decision facing me in battle. Since you’ve already shown me your telekinetic ability, I’ve already developed a counter to it! YOU MIGHT AS WELL GIVE UP NOW!”
Then, Minoru would jump up and face the terrible demon in epic battle for the fate of the world. He’s so damn cool he might even spit a few sick rhymes while he’s at it… At least, he would if his legs worked. Awkwardly, Minoru poked his leg and found he couldn’t feel the sensation of his finger. “SHIT!” he cursed as he punched his legs, he couldn’t feel anything!
The lightning strike! It must’ve screwed up his nervous system so badly he lost feeling in his legs! Still, cool guys don’t lose their cool. They don’t lose their cool no matter what… because he’s so damn cool.
“I don’t need my legs to defeat you, demon!” Minoru cried. “GIVE UP TO THE SIDE OF JUSTICE!”
There. He bluffed. Hopefully, this demon would be so intimidated by Minoru’s awesome might that she would commit seppuku right then and there to spare her the embarrassment.
Altered Tundra said
The character featured in my most recent post will be getting the full-CS treatment and it will be posted later on today. Hope y'all like it~
Don't you mean TEMPLATE
Altered Tundra said
Having finally getting all-caught up on the posts, I will be working on a Cerden post tonight.
Pierce looks forward to it!
NO
The katanas swung down at Minoru’s head with the speed and precision of a Master. Minoru managed a devilish smile as easily dodged the blades by side-stepping the two samurais. Gripping their wrists mid-swing, Minoru pivoted on his heel and spun the samurai head over heel and slammed them into the ground.
With guttural growls, the swordsmen got up and faced Minoru. The young boy looked out of place with his beige overcoat and loose red-tie but he still grinned like he was a parent toying with a child. “Let’s stop this,” Minoru said with a handsome smile as he brushed his hair upward. “If I were serious, I could’ve killed you twenty times over.”
The samurais scowled deeper and gripped their sword harder. “You have dishonored our master,” the first one said, pointing to a destroyed dojo to the right. “By breaking his weapon you robbed him of his pride and didn’t even grant him the mercy of a quick kill!”
Minoru turned and faced them. With the flick of his wrist, he brandished a beautiful rose and twirled it between his thin fingers. “I don’t welcome violence.”
One of the samurai wanted to argue that he destroyed an entire dojo because the Master had accidentally bumped into him on the road but didn’t say anything. Instead the two swordsmen charged and Minoru stood there waiting with a grin on his face.
At the last moment, Minoru charged forward and slammed the samurais heads together, simultaneously destroying their swords and he stuck the rose inside the armor of the first samurai. With a proud smirk, Minoru turned and winked at the fallen samurai who slumped over unconscious.
“Spend some time reevaluating your life, nameless swordsmen being used as plot devices to demonstrate my awesome power,” Minoru told them sagely as he brandished a large straw hat and placed it over his head, somehow grabbing a long tattered cape and putting it over his back. “I’m afraid there are still people out there who need a hero like me.”
Suddenly, a woman’s screech broke through the day and Minoru turned and saw a petite damsel in distress rushing toward him. Minoru caught the poor women as she collapsed in his arms. “Dear woman, what’s wrong?”
The woman, with flushed cheeks and weary eyes, faced Minoru, cupping his cheeks. “Oh, Great and Awesome Minoru. You have saved our town from the scrooge of background characters BUT, your next threat approaches!”
She pointed to the horizon where a massive swarm of demons took to the skies. In the number of thousands they flew up toward the sun, blotting out the light, and charged toward the little town. The woman swooned again and Minoru cradled her carefully.
“Please Minoru, you are the only one who can save us,” the woman said weakly. “The Aztec prophecy declared you the Chosen One who must wield the Sword of Justice and vanquish the enemy.”
She reached into her blouse and pulled out a 10 foot long wicked jade sword with a golden handle and handed it to Minoru. “Please don’t ask how I knew all of that and where I got the sword from. But please save us! Only you can do it!”
“I will random woman,” Minoru promised with determination in his eyes also a hint of sadness but loads of courage in there.
“And if you do, will you marry me?” the woman asked presenting Minoru with a beautiful diamond ring.
Minoru looked away as pain washed over his handsome face. Memories of his beloved flashed in his mind, although it was maddeningly fuzzy he knew there was someone out there waiting for him. His Light.
“I cannot pretty woman,” he said grimly. “For I have a loved one waiting for me.” Minoru dropped the woman in the mud and looked toward the sun. “I fight for her…”
The woman said something that couldn’t be heard over the dirt in her mouth. “You’re right,” Minoru agreed. “I must stop the 10,000 demons before I do the whole tragic hero backstory. AVAST!”
Minoru ripped off his shirt and revealed and a barrel-chest and a six-pack. He raised his sword and leapt to meet the demons in epic combat.
…
A meaty fist collided with Minoru’s face and sent him flying outside the shoddy little diner. Minoru groaned as blood spurted from his nose and he tumbled across the ground.
The Neanderthal attacking Minoru laughed dumbly, cracking his large fists and sending a devastating kick to Minoru’s side which caused him to double-over and retch violently.
“Tiny man sound funny when I hit him,” the man grumbled.
Minoru weakly sat up, rubbing his bruised face. “Ugh, I think your first punch concussed me so much I had a really sexist, possibly racist, dream,” he complained.
The gorilla-man picked Minoru up by the cuff of his shirt, lifting him up over his head. “Tiny Man talk funny!”
“Tiny Man also fights back!” Minoru cried as he brought down a perfect knife-hand technique on Gorilla Man’s face… only to bust his fingers on his tough forehead. Minoru yelped and winced as his hand burned with pain. Gorilla Man laughed and threw Minoru across the street and into a pile of garbage cans.
Gorilla Man laughed as he went back into the shop leaving Minoru to marinate in his own pity. His face was bruised so his cheeks looked like a rotten apple, his right eye was swollen shut and blackened horribly. His shirt was stained with his blood. Minoru sighed which hurt his chest.
“So much for my rotten luck,” Minoru grumbled as he got up and brushed himself off. Minoru should have known better that his luck would turn around, he had found a pouch of munny on the streets and decided to drop by the police station so they can find who it belonged to. The owner came back, thanked him, and gave him a little bit of munny to grab some dinner.
Minoru went into the diner to eat and Gorilla Man randomly attacked him. And no that isn’t some excuse to cover up some horrible thing Minoru did to offend Gorilla Man. Minoru was just eating his food when Gorilla Man grabbed his head and slammed him into his plate.
People got like that around Minoru. They always felt uneasy, nervous or even angry sometimes. Minoru pinned it down to his horrible luck but there wasn’t much of an explanation. Either way, Minoru tended to get on people’s bad side really easily.
Minoru trudged off in a random direction, not really sure where he’s going. He rubbed his aching ribs and thought about the visions he received. A few days ago, Minoru had a few dreams of a woman in white urging him to find her. She wasn’t in trouble or anything but she looked so sad and asked Minoru what he remembered.
Minoru tried to answer but for the life of him he couldn’t. He didn’t know who he was. Only that his name was Minoru Izumi and he has the worst luck in the history of the universe. Minoru walked past a few alleyways, despondently looking at his shoes and grimacing in sadness.
The bruises hurt sure, his face felt like it was being held together by staples and tape. But the pain in his head and heart hurt the most. It was one thing missing someone, it was something else missing something you don’t even remember.
Plato had once described that humans originally had two bodies sorta smashed together. The gods thought it made the humans too powerful so they split them apart and since then every human had been searching for their other half, their soul mate.
“Thanks for the help, Plato,” Minoru grumbled. “A hint as to who my other half is would be nice.”
The sound of growling took Minoru by surprise. He turned around and saw a legion of alleyway dogs snarling evilly at him. Minoru’s eyes widened. “Good puppy, you don’t want to eat me, I taste horrible. I’m not even main character worthy!”
The lead dog barked and glowered darkly at Minoru and he swore the dog was saying something like, “You smell like sadness, I’ll put you out of your misery.”
Minoru ran and the dogs chased him. The thing about running away from dogs is that it’s really hard. Dogs are stupidly fast and no amount of begging could help. Minoru ran for what felt like hours but he managed to shake them off in the alleyways and by throwing one of his shoes at them.
He stopped in the middle of the city to catch his breath. “Friggin’ dogs,” he panted. “Here I thought they were cute!”
Suddenly his shoe came flying at his head and Minoru turned and saw the lead dog from earlier giving him an almost pitiful expression, like saying he felt so bad for Minoru that he’d give back his shoe. Minoru would’ve been thankful except the shoe was chewed up, still he put it on.
Looking in front of him, Minoru noticed a stupidly big structure before him. It looked like a fortified base but Minoru made the educated guess that it was a high school. Because only high school can look so emotionally draining and soulless.
“Or maybe a factory,” Minoru mumbled to himself. “What’s this doing here?”
Minoru was ready to walk in and investigate when a bolt of lightning came out of nowhere and struck him down. So much for a hero’s entrance.
With guttural growls, the swordsmen got up and faced Minoru. The young boy looked out of place with his beige overcoat and loose red-tie but he still grinned like he was a parent toying with a child. “Let’s stop this,” Minoru said with a handsome smile as he brushed his hair upward. “If I were serious, I could’ve killed you twenty times over.”
The samurais scowled deeper and gripped their sword harder. “You have dishonored our master,” the first one said, pointing to a destroyed dojo to the right. “By breaking his weapon you robbed him of his pride and didn’t even grant him the mercy of a quick kill!”
Minoru turned and faced them. With the flick of his wrist, he brandished a beautiful rose and twirled it between his thin fingers. “I don’t welcome violence.”
One of the samurai wanted to argue that he destroyed an entire dojo because the Master had accidentally bumped into him on the road but didn’t say anything. Instead the two swordsmen charged and Minoru stood there waiting with a grin on his face.
At the last moment, Minoru charged forward and slammed the samurais heads together, simultaneously destroying their swords and he stuck the rose inside the armor of the first samurai. With a proud smirk, Minoru turned and winked at the fallen samurai who slumped over unconscious.
“Spend some time reevaluating your life, nameless swordsmen being used as plot devices to demonstrate my awesome power,” Minoru told them sagely as he brandished a large straw hat and placed it over his head, somehow grabbing a long tattered cape and putting it over his back. “I’m afraid there are still people out there who need a hero like me.”
Suddenly, a woman’s screech broke through the day and Minoru turned and saw a petite damsel in distress rushing toward him. Minoru caught the poor women as she collapsed in his arms. “Dear woman, what’s wrong?”
The woman, with flushed cheeks and weary eyes, faced Minoru, cupping his cheeks. “Oh, Great and Awesome Minoru. You have saved our town from the scrooge of background characters BUT, your next threat approaches!”
She pointed to the horizon where a massive swarm of demons took to the skies. In the number of thousands they flew up toward the sun, blotting out the light, and charged toward the little town. The woman swooned again and Minoru cradled her carefully.
“Please Minoru, you are the only one who can save us,” the woman said weakly. “The Aztec prophecy declared you the Chosen One who must wield the Sword of Justice and vanquish the enemy.”
She reached into her blouse and pulled out a 10 foot long wicked jade sword with a golden handle and handed it to Minoru. “Please don’t ask how I knew all of that and where I got the sword from. But please save us! Only you can do it!”
“I will random woman,” Minoru promised with determination in his eyes also a hint of sadness but loads of courage in there.
“And if you do, will you marry me?” the woman asked presenting Minoru with a beautiful diamond ring.
Minoru looked away as pain washed over his handsome face. Memories of his beloved flashed in his mind, although it was maddeningly fuzzy he knew there was someone out there waiting for him. His Light.
“I cannot pretty woman,” he said grimly. “For I have a loved one waiting for me.” Minoru dropped the woman in the mud and looked toward the sun. “I fight for her…”
The woman said something that couldn’t be heard over the dirt in her mouth. “You’re right,” Minoru agreed. “I must stop the 10,000 demons before I do the whole tragic hero backstory. AVAST!”
Minoru ripped off his shirt and revealed and a barrel-chest and a six-pack. He raised his sword and leapt to meet the demons in epic combat.
…
A meaty fist collided with Minoru’s face and sent him flying outside the shoddy little diner. Minoru groaned as blood spurted from his nose and he tumbled across the ground.
The Neanderthal attacking Minoru laughed dumbly, cracking his large fists and sending a devastating kick to Minoru’s side which caused him to double-over and retch violently.
“Tiny man sound funny when I hit him,” the man grumbled.
Minoru weakly sat up, rubbing his bruised face. “Ugh, I think your first punch concussed me so much I had a really sexist, possibly racist, dream,” he complained.
The gorilla-man picked Minoru up by the cuff of his shirt, lifting him up over his head. “Tiny Man talk funny!”
“Tiny Man also fights back!” Minoru cried as he brought down a perfect knife-hand technique on Gorilla Man’s face… only to bust his fingers on his tough forehead. Minoru yelped and winced as his hand burned with pain. Gorilla Man laughed and threw Minoru across the street and into a pile of garbage cans.
Gorilla Man laughed as he went back into the shop leaving Minoru to marinate in his own pity. His face was bruised so his cheeks looked like a rotten apple, his right eye was swollen shut and blackened horribly. His shirt was stained with his blood. Minoru sighed which hurt his chest.
“So much for my rotten luck,” Minoru grumbled as he got up and brushed himself off. Minoru should have known better that his luck would turn around, he had found a pouch of munny on the streets and decided to drop by the police station so they can find who it belonged to. The owner came back, thanked him, and gave him a little bit of munny to grab some dinner.
Minoru went into the diner to eat and Gorilla Man randomly attacked him. And no that isn’t some excuse to cover up some horrible thing Minoru did to offend Gorilla Man. Minoru was just eating his food when Gorilla Man grabbed his head and slammed him into his plate.
People got like that around Minoru. They always felt uneasy, nervous or even angry sometimes. Minoru pinned it down to his horrible luck but there wasn’t much of an explanation. Either way, Minoru tended to get on people’s bad side really easily.
Minoru trudged off in a random direction, not really sure where he’s going. He rubbed his aching ribs and thought about the visions he received. A few days ago, Minoru had a few dreams of a woman in white urging him to find her. She wasn’t in trouble or anything but she looked so sad and asked Minoru what he remembered.
Minoru tried to answer but for the life of him he couldn’t. He didn’t know who he was. Only that his name was Minoru Izumi and he has the worst luck in the history of the universe. Minoru walked past a few alleyways, despondently looking at his shoes and grimacing in sadness.
The bruises hurt sure, his face felt like it was being held together by staples and tape. But the pain in his head and heart hurt the most. It was one thing missing someone, it was something else missing something you don’t even remember.
Plato had once described that humans originally had two bodies sorta smashed together. The gods thought it made the humans too powerful so they split them apart and since then every human had been searching for their other half, their soul mate.
“Thanks for the help, Plato,” Minoru grumbled. “A hint as to who my other half is would be nice.”
The sound of growling took Minoru by surprise. He turned around and saw a legion of alleyway dogs snarling evilly at him. Minoru’s eyes widened. “Good puppy, you don’t want to eat me, I taste horrible. I’m not even main character worthy!”
The lead dog barked and glowered darkly at Minoru and he swore the dog was saying something like, “You smell like sadness, I’ll put you out of your misery.”
Minoru ran and the dogs chased him. The thing about running away from dogs is that it’s really hard. Dogs are stupidly fast and no amount of begging could help. Minoru ran for what felt like hours but he managed to shake them off in the alleyways and by throwing one of his shoes at them.
He stopped in the middle of the city to catch his breath. “Friggin’ dogs,” he panted. “Here I thought they were cute!”
Suddenly his shoe came flying at his head and Minoru turned and saw the lead dog from earlier giving him an almost pitiful expression, like saying he felt so bad for Minoru that he’d give back his shoe. Minoru would’ve been thankful except the shoe was chewed up, still he put it on.
Looking in front of him, Minoru noticed a stupidly big structure before him. It looked like a fortified base but Minoru made the educated guess that it was a high school. Because only high school can look so emotionally draining and soulless.
“Or maybe a factory,” Minoru mumbled to himself. “What’s this doing here?”
Minoru was ready to walk in and investigate when a bolt of lightning came out of nowhere and struck him down. So much for a hero’s entrance.
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