Rising from the Shadows - The War Chapter 2

“You see, those guys up in the mountains, they're strange….”
“The hot spring guys?”
“No no those are just horny f**ks, i mean down in the south, the weird ninja guys”
The person coughed
“I hear that-”
Suddenly his voice was interrupted by a blade slicing his neck and him falling on a desk.
A man suited up in tight gear, a hood and a black scarf was standing behind the dead man.
“Operator down. Proceed” He said seemingly to no one. But the shadows were listening, and a slight wind traveled through the area.

The Master was rushing through the streets of Beijing, going from building to building, killing these supposed “Operators”, men in control of certain districts.
The city was enormous, divided into 13 districts, each district having their own laws and controlled by a man, considered as a king, the Operator.
The last Operator was in a tall skyscraper in the center district of the capital, but for the Master, he was already in the Operator's room.
“Let's cheer! For this victory against the-”
He stopped talking while holding a champagne glass. A thin red vertical line appeared in the center of his face, and then he split in half.
In the next second, everyone in the room with him was cut to pieces.
In the meantime a few disciples of the Master were killing off some gang members in a tight alleyway, about two people laid down toe to head could fill in the width of that alley.
Suddenly some members of a powerful gang rushed in, they had what seemed to be Phasular rifles and other firearms, but they were certainly much lower quality.

The two disciples readied their swords, but the Master appeared in between them.
“Go. Those bullets are too strong for you.”
The disciples nodded and disappeared with a small wind flowing through the alley.
The master looked behind and saw various people hunched in corners of tables and doors. “These are civilians… innocent people.” He said to himself, then looked forward.
The gang members were screaming threats and other things, but the Master was unphased and added “No matter if human. The innocent shouldn't be hurt unless directly involved. These are poor families, rushing to them will make them shoot, and innocent may die.”
He unsheathed his sword and started walking towards the gang, which responded with a rain of bullets.
The Master deflected every single bullet, not letting one get behind him, even if it missed, he moved so fast that a flashing figure continued on walking while the bullets seemingly met a barrier where they would be slashed.

Meanwhile, in a crossing, many pedestrians walked in the road. A man with a hood and a purple scarf sat in the middle, presumably meditating, when out of the blue, he stood up, unsheathed his sword and gently and slowly swiped it infront of him. His eyes were shining red.
Suddenly, the top half, or head, depending on height, disappeared from every single pedestrian. Reduced to a red mist.
All the bodies fell down to the ground simultaneously, and screams filled the air.
From a restaurant on the side of the crossing, a few giant men came out. They were enormous, as if the hulk decided to have normal peach colored skin, although these were mostly fat.
Many disciples of the Master appeared, most of them had black scarfs, but a few had blue scarfs.
Clearly the color of the scarf represented a rank, or power. Black is normal, or the average, Blue is particularly important or strong, and Purple is probably the top student. Maybe there's a fourth color.
The giants could withstand slashes from the disciples, although not much from the purple one.

The Master in the meantime was still walking down the alleyway towards the gangsters. He got really close to them, and for some reason they decided to stop firing and retreat.
One of them, with blue hair, turned around to yell to the others, but sadly a blade went through his head. The Master then pulled it out and cut in a X shape one of the gangsters, and with the rest, he sliced them all with one slash.
The X shaped guy split into 4 pieces and the others fell down as well.
He sniffed the air. “Ah… that clan… giants basically… I knew we needed to get rid of them as soon as possible…”
And be disappeared.

The purple disciple was slicing through the thick bones of the giants as butter. But then the Clan co-leader appeared. Bigger than every other giant.
The purple disciple had a tough time dealing with him. The giant kept one deflecting his slashes. He was about to die but, just in time, the giant’s arm was cut off.
“Retreat Fengruiyuko, I don't want you to die” The Master said while preparing to slash the other arm off, but the co-leader turned around to punch the Master, surprisingly catching his sword. Something the Master doesn't forgive is someone touching his blade without permission. And so, the Giant's head was split.

“Another one down… huh!? There's someone here…” he said as he turned around with his sword, he was sure there was something behind him. Then suddenly a punch flew towards him, which he dodged. “This one's even bigger!” He thought as he slashed down onto the giant’s shoulder. But the sword stopped. It didn't cut through the bone and was stuck.
As a drop of sweat started to form on the Master's face, he thought “... I'm dead.”
And a punch stronger than anything I've seen dug into the Master's skull. He was sent flying through the streets, with his sword, he seems to have a good grip on it. The windows of the buildings shattered as be flew beside them, and he crash landed into the dividing wall of the district.
His head was dented. He was undoubtedly dead, his red eyes no longer glowing.

In front of the dead Master, a shadowy figure stood. They seemed like mist, but a pair of red eyes was visible.
They stuck out their hand, and dark red veins started crawl up the corpse, they digged into the skin and traveled under it.
They reached the Master's head, going under the dent and pushed the dent outwards, filling in the cavities with these dark veins.
The top left part of his face was darkened, covered by those dark veins.
Then blood started pumping through them, and the eyes of the Master started glowing again. Soon he breathed, looked at his hands and then up.
What he could see was a foggy vision of a man's red eyes disappearing into a red mist and these words “Don't die.”
He grabbed his sword, stretched his back, cracked his knuckles and prepared to sprint. His face was covered by some sort of black veins, with red veins shining through, and his eyes glowing even brighter.
“I need to write something…”
He then wrote 2 letters, one apparently to someone called Roxanne, and the other to the Fireblood Clan and gave it to two disciples.
Then he sprinted and disappeared.

In the buildings near the crossing where the disciples were fighting the giants, many disciples were fighting other gang members.
As the Master ran through the streets, his speed shattered what was left of the windows. He entered such buildings and every gang member was slashed. He then ran out into the crossing where Fengruiyuko, Yuko for short, was fighting another giant, although Yuko was hurt and tired and couldn't hold much longer.
As the giant was about to crush Yuko, he was tapped on the shoulder, confused, he turned around and got kicked in the face.
The Master landed not to far, and the giant ran towards him. But the master jumped over him, doing a flip and landed in front of Yuko. He used his sword was a staff and layed on it, smoking a cigarette. Suddenly a red scarf appeared on the Master.
The giant, irritated “What are you doing?! I'll crush you!!” He said while running at the Master.
“What are you so mad about? You're already dead”
The giant threw a punch at the Master but suddenly crumbled to bits and pieces. Blood and giblets spilled everywhere.

“Master! You're alive!”
The Master turned around, his face changed back to normal. “Sort of, not exactly I believe.”
He took off his scarf and gave it to Yuko.
“Take it. You are the new master.”
Yuko, more confused than anything, nodded as the Master disappeared and ran off to kill more of the giants.
He spotted a colossal one, the Leader of the Clan, the one that dented his skull not too long ago and he ran faster than ever before, his face turning black again, chopping giants and gangsters along the way, he then slid his feet on the floor, sliding for who knows what distance, preparing his sword to slice that colossal giant.
But then, a phasular bullet from a sniper shot through his skull, while falling his sword sliced off the right leg of the colossus.
The Master fell down to the floor, a gaping hole through his head.
“Always… they always do the one thing I tell them not to do…”
The figure from before looked down from the top of the buildings.
He looked as the colossus stood up, fighting the disciples.
“I don't need a leg, I can kill you all just fine! Your swords don't even pierce my skin!”

The figure dropped down, disappearing. Suddenly a red knife shot through the colossus’ chest. And then pillars of blood shot through various points of his body.
A disciple tried to get up and caught a glimpse of the figure. A white-haired man with red eyes. And then he was gone. And so were the pillars of blood.
All that was left was a colossal corpse with gaping holes in it.

One of the two letters was sent north, to the lower mountains.
A disciple arrived to the doorstep of a little village embedded in the mountains, the Fireblood clan.
A lady wearing nothing but a towel opened the door, and she was the conventionally attractive woman but with red eyes.
“What brings you here?~”
“A letter, nothing more”
He gave the letter and disappeared.
She entered back in, the village was full with people in towels and in hot tubs. The air was filled with mist and not very family friendly noises. Particular moans.
The lady with the letter walked down the alley, full people, to a orange room with a man enjoying a drink. The man had black hair with red stripes in it.
“A letter for you, Master~”
He grabbed the letter, he read it and threw it away.
“Don't care, they can die for what I know”
And sent her away, enjoying his drink.

Instead, on Andromeda in the Asteri System, a letter arrived at a house.
A lady came to grab it.
“... Mum! It's for you!”
“Oh Vivi, I can't right now!~ I need to prepare for the Parade~ You read it”
This “Vivi” rolled her eyes, sat down and read the letter.
It was a letter to the Master's mother, apparently this lady named Roxanne.
“Huh… So this guy is my brother?”
“Vivi!! You need to get prepared too!~”
“Yes! Mom! Give me some time! Geez…”
She yelled back.
A poster was hanging on the wall, a poster of a parade for some special event, with it saying, “featuring Madame Roxanne and her daughter Vivienne as the magicians for the parade!”.
She sighed “Guess I gotta get ready…” she said as she got up, looking into a mirror on the wall, looking straight at her deep red eyes.
Roxanne came rushing out her room, in a fancy magician dress.
“Oh come on sweetheart, what did that letter say?”
“Your son Xuérén died. And sent you this as a last letter”
Roxanne’s mood changed.
“... W-we’ll talk later, get ready, this parade is one you'll never forget!~”
And so silence fell as Roxanne left the house.

This is Vivienne btw, she mah oc

Yeah cuz she old-

Yea but it also looks pretty

Mmm wonder who this mysterious figure is

Who

Don't have a pic for Roxanne

Just think Vivienne but a bit older and less tomboyish

With red and white striped hair.
Or just white hair.
Or just bright red hair

I like red and white stripped

Oh...

What do ya think?

Good!

Say. that. again.

Say what

Reduced to a what?

Holy shit is that the red mist

Also it'd be funny if like some random short guy lived the slash and is on the news yapping about it