The Lost Wolves: Stranger In A Familiar Town

[Valhalla Erikson]

"When pushed, killing is just as easy as breathing"
-John Rambo

Prologue
The Yokai Swordsman

Our story begins with a man walking down a long bridge, he is dressed in a black kimono and dark gray pants. The rain pours down heavily, but he acts unfazed by the cruel conditions mother nature provided him. The fact that the straw hat he's wearing shields him from the rain a bit helps a little.

He's determined to reach his destination and it'll take no hostile weather to prevent him from completing his journey. Not even a trio of unwelcome individuals he's encountering at this very moment. One of them, the tall, broad-shouldered, muscle one twirled his battle-ax stands in the middle of the other two individuals. The one on the left is average size and lanky holding a sai while the other individual on the right is sporting a pair of spiked brass knuckles. The Traveler just stoically gazes at the trio as they're approaching him, they don't look like they are residents of the city. If he had to take a wild guess he'd assume they're bandits.

"Heh," The leader wielding the battle-ax stroked his beard, "Whatever reason you have coming here is all for nothing."

"Don't push it; you, gentlemen, only have one life. I'd cherish it as long as possible" The Traveler placed his hand on the handle of his sword while approaching the men.

"The one thing we'll cherish is that sweet ass bounty we'll collect. And that sword in your possession" The bandit with the Sais declared

The mysterious swordsman glared through his shades. Not of hatred, because that would imply that he’d find the bandits he encountered worth enough value to spark such an emotion.

There was nothing behind his gaze, all he sees are obstacles blocking his destination. "If you want to meet Lady Death that badly, then I'll gladly oblige"

The three rushed at The Traveler, blood rushing through their veins, adrenaline going 100mph. The Traveler however is perfectly calm, undisturbed by the men's advances. And then... One strike was all it took;The Traveler drew out his sword and slashed upward, he could hear the tip of the blade piercing the one holding the Brass Knuckles skin. He stepped to the side to cut the Sai Wielding Bandit's throat, he ducked an attack from the taller individual. Just as the man stumbled forward The Traveler took his sword and stabbed him in the back, the sword went right through the leader's heart.

The Traveler drew out his sword and wiped it clean with his cloth. He continues his journey, ignoring the blood spewing from the fallen bandits as he puts both his sword up and tosses the cloth off the bridge. Those bandits weren't his concern, he has important matters to deal with.

As he does an Raven soars around the landscape like an avian about to reap the souls of the fallen. It's eyes gazed at the fallen bandits then at The Traveler before it flew away. Back to the city, unbothered by the weather's hostile environments, till it makes its destination at a clock tower where a Lady In Red awaits sitting at the window of the tower.

She was eerily beautiful but she kept the lower half of her face covered by her facemask. Her fire red hair with its blond streaks was pulled into a ponytail. She had a primarily black uniform complete with black boots laced with grey laces. She had long black gloves that covered her hands. Her pants were tied with a red sash belt. There was a handgun held in a holster on her side and two swords on her back.

Offering her arm the Raven lands on it, cawing at it's master.

"Ah. I see he hasn't lost a step since his ascension" Her own crimson eyes looked at the bird with glee while she stroked it. "You may not know it yet Raggedy Man but this is where your real journey begins."

[Valhalla Erikson]

Chapter I

Bright Lights, Big City

The rain beat down on the city streets like a Cherokee drum with no sign of relief in sight. The civilians of the nameless city just went about their usual routine while using their respective umbrellas to fend off the weather conditions as best as it could. Only the street lamps and various buildings from all shapes and sizes provided a source of light that they need to get to where they're going.

The Traveler felt like he's a stranger in his own home, he knew that he had been away from his town for a good while but he'd never fathom that the town he once knew in his childhood grew into a busy metropolis with self driving automobiles and speeding hoverbikes. He closed his eyes and sniffed the air, smiling to himself when he picked up a whiff of cherry blossoms. As a child, just about a few miles south from the dojo he grew up in, there were a forest of cherry blossom trees and he'd always go there to climb the tallest tree he could find and enjoy the view of the dojo from afar. He wonders if that same tree is still around? Part of him wonders if anyone he knew from the dojo is around?

---

The cold winds pierce The Traveler's skin, while past experiences has taught him to remain resistant to the harsh weather environments it didn't stop him from taking a sharp breath. He calculated that he has about 30 miles to go till he reaches his dojo. The one thought that kept him going was that, plus Karo and his sensei. He scoffed as another memory popped in his head regarding a tagalong Chīsana Senshi. He even missed that little rascal.

Him, Rana, Chisana, Leon, and Sing had a lot in common despite their different background; they each com from an environment where they've had to grow up really fast in order to survive and the methods that they had to do in order to survive wasn't a pleasant one. It wasn't till Sensei Akira took them into her dojo and gave them a home, which ended up turning their lives around. Now, at The Traveler's darkest hour, he seeks her guidance even more.

"Need a ride somewhere, Stranger"

The Traveler snapped out of his thoughts to see a young woman riding alongside him on a hoverbike. The engine supporting it was so silent that he didn't hear the bike approached him. The young lady in question had a dark complexion with short black hair. She wears a black cowboy hat with a black duster, gloves, and jeans. The Traveler didn't recognize her at first till the instant he notice a familiar grin that flashed a single sharp canine.

"It would be rude of me to refuse a generous offer, even from you Chisana" The Traveler teased, for a moment the young woman scowled then smiled coyly at the older gentleman.

"I'd be careful sir, those kind of remarks would get you left in the cold"

The Traveler shrugs,  "I've been through worse."

The Traveler approached the young woman and hopped on the bike. He puts his bag in the back compartment then holds onto the rear portion of the hoverbike.



"It's Carina, BTW" Carina kicked the engine into full gear

"Chisana, it's a term of endearment"

"Whatever you say, Red" Carina said and the hoverbike took off.

---

Richmond Jet Black cut through the air with his broadsword again and again while balancing on the poles with his blindfold on. He stepped from pole to pole silently while continuously slashing through the air to cut through the spheres being shot from around him. He didn't use his sight. He focused on his hearing and expanding his aura outward like a radar.

Aura protects and strengthens the simple hunter, but that's not all. Aura can also amplify the senses and the brain to extremes by controlling and directing its aura to its senses and brain. This is a supportive technique used only by huntsmen and huntress who has master their aura because this technique is very dangerous. This technique is dangerous because it involves various body organs. If someone inexperienced used this technique, it could cause great harm and possibly death. Blindness, deafness, loss of taste, odor loss, amnesia, brain death, and even more can be the result of using this technique as an inexperienced person. However if you master this technique, you can literally become a superman.

All the senses would then go into full swing if you manage to strengthen them and if you use this technique to successfully reinforce your brain, your cognitive abilities will be greatly enhanced while your perception will hastened to the point where you can see things in slow motion while. However this technique should not be used over a longer period of time, such as in days or weeks, but over a short period of time, such as a few hours. Otherwise it could cause some damage.

This technique was developed by humans after it was taught to them by Faunus Warriors.

Another support technique which can be used by people with great control over their own Aura and are sensitive to Aura. This technique creates a second invisible shield of Aura which then spreads in all directions. Whoever passes through this invisible shield, will be immediately sensed by the user. The more Aura you have, the bigger the sensory shield can become. Mostly a sensory shield can be deployed up to a kilometer. The user can detect a being with Aura much faster than one without one because if they pass the sensory shield, this shield immediately responds to a foreign Aura.

It was this technique that Richmond was currently in the middle of training. Granted the spheres didn't have Aura but that made the training that much better for him. By utilizing his hearing along with the Sensory Technique he was able to detect them in mid-flight and intercept. He continued this exercise until he heard Carina driving up on her hovercycle and pulled off his blindfold. "Head's up guys! Carina's back!" He called to his fellow students and caught the next sphere. "Take Five!" He hopped down from the poles and landed on his feet, flourished his sword and sheathed it. He laughed and ran his fingers through his dark hair.

Richmond Jet Black was dressed in a black leather jacket worn over a white t-shirt. He had black leather pants. There were armored shoulderpads on the jacket and armored leather gloves with red palms. He wore a fancy belt and shoes.


"I wonder if he's finally come back yet."

---

Gonegai Mountain

"Come on Red, don't tell me you're time working for the stuffy Heroes Guild had gotten you soft" Carina teased while running backwards as she and The Traveler, whom we'll call Red for the duration of the story, raced up over ten thousand feet of stairs to reach the Jurai Dojo. Carina had parked her bike at the bottom of the mountain and assured Red that nobody would try to steal it. Otherwise they'd be in for quite a shock.

"You've never beaten me since you were a kid Chisana and you won't now." Red flexed then decided to make this race interesting, they have another 10,000 ft before they reach the dojo so it'll be interesting to see how much Chisana's stamina has improved. Red decided to speed up and before the young woman knew it he shot right past her.

She looked up in amazement, "Guess that training had paid off! I wasn't expecting that. But I wasn't expecting not to expect it so it doesn't count " She grinned, "You got yourself a race, Big Bro"

With a dash she took off after him.

Note: So I've brought back an old favorite. This actually helps me improve my writing more. I don't have a big plot. The closest I can give is that it's a Slice of Life story. With Sword Fights and cool shit.

[superkamiguy1]

Nov 2, 2024 18:05:42 GMT Valhalla Erikson said:

"When pushed, killing is just as easy as breathing"
-John Rambo

Prologue
The Yokai Swordsman

Our story begins with a man walking down a long bridge, he is dressed in a black kimono and dark gray pants. The rain pours down heavily, but he acts unfazed by the cruel conditions mother nature provided him. The fact that the straw hat he's wearing shields him from the rain a bit helps a little.

He's determined to reach his destination and it'll take no hostile weather to prevent him from completing his journey. Not even a trio of unwelcome individuals he's encountering at this very moment. One of them, the tall, broad-shouldered, muscle one twirled his battle-ax stands in the middle of the other two individuals. The one on the left is average size and lanky holding a sai while the other individual on the right is sporting a pair of spiked brass knuckles. The Traveler just stoically gazes at the trio as they're approaching him, they don't look like they are residents of the city. If he had to take a wild guess he'd assume they're bandits.

"Heh," The leader wielding the battle-ax stroked his beard, "Whatever reason you have coming here is all for nothing."

"Don't push it; you, gentlemen, only have one life. I'd cherish it as long as possible" The Traveler placed his hand on the handle of his sword while approaching the men.

"The one thing we'll cherish is that sweet ass bounty we'll collect. And that sword in your possession" The bandit with the Sais declared

The mysterious swordsman glared through his shades. Not of hatred, because that would imply that he’d find the bandits he encountered worth enough value to spark such an emotion.

There was nothing behind his gaze, all he sees are obstacles blocking his destination. "If you want to meet Lady Death that badly, then I'll gladly oblige"

The three rushed at The Traveler, blood rushing through their veins, adrenaline going 100mph. The Traveler however is perfectly calm, undisturbed by the men's advances. And then... One strike was all it took; The Traveler drew out his sword and slashed upward, he could hear the tip of the blade piercing the one holding the Brass Knuckles skin. He stepped to the side to cut the Sai Wielding Bandit's throat, he ducked an attack from the taller individual. Just as the man stumbled forward The Traveler took his sword and stabbed him in the back, the sword went right through the leader's heart.

The Traveler drew out his sword and wiped it clean with his cloth. He continues his journey, ignoring the blood spewing from the fallen bandits as he puts both his sword up and tosses the cloth off the bridge. Those bandits weren't his concern, he has important matters to deal with.

As he does an Raven soars around the landscape like an avian about to reap the souls of the fallen. It's eyes gazed at the fallen bandits then at The Traveler before it flew away. Back to the city, unbothered by the weather's hostile environments, till it makes its destination at a clock tower where a Lady In Red awaits sitting at the window of the tower.

She was eerily beautiful but she kept the lower half of her face covered by her facemask. Her fire red hair with its blond streaks was pulled into a ponytail. She had a primarily black uniform complete with black boots laced with grey laces. She had long black gloves that covered her hands. Her pants were tied with a red sash belt. There was a handgun held in a holster on her side and two swords on her back.

Offering her arm the Raven lands on it, cawing at it's master.

"Ah. I see he hasn't lost a step since his ascension" Her own crimson eyes looked at the bird with glee while she stroked it. "You may not know it yet Raggedy Man but this is where your real journey begins."

Chapter I

Bright Lights, Big City

The rain beat down on the city streets like a Cherokee drum with no sign of relief in sight. The civilians of the nameless city just went about their usual routine while using their respective umbrellas to fend off the weather conditions as best as it could. Only the street lamps and various buildings from all shapes and sizes provided a source of light that they need to get to where they're going.

The Traveler felt like he's a stranger in his own home, he knew that he had been away from his town for a good while but he'd never fathom that the town he once knew in his childhood grew into a busy metropolis with self driving automobiles and speeding hoverbikes. He closed his eyes and sniffed the air, smiling to himself when he picked up a whiff of cherry blossoms. As a child, just about a few miles south from the dojo he grew up in, there were a forest of cherry blossom trees and he'd always go there to climb the tallest tree he could find and enjoy the view of the dojo from afar. He wonders if that same tree is still around? Part of him wonders if anyone he knew from the dojo is around?

---

The cold winds pierce The Traveler's skin, while past experiences has taught him to remain resistant to the harsh weather environments it didn't stop him from taking a sharp breath. He calculated that he has about 30 miles to go till he reaches his dojo. The one thought that kept him going was that, plus Karo and his sensei. He scoffed as another memory popped in his head regarding a tagalong Chīsana Senshi. He even missed that little rascal.

Him, Rana, Chisana, Leon, and Sing had a lot in common despite their different background; they each com from an environment where they've had to grow up really fast in order to survive and the methods that they had to do in order to survive wasn't a pleasant one. It wasn't till Sensei Akira took them into her dojo and gave them a home, which ended up turning their lives around. Now, at The Traveler's darkest hour, he seeks her guidance even more.

"Need a ride somewhere, Stranger"

The Traveler snapped out of his thoughts to see a young woman riding alongside him on a hoverbike. The engine supporting it was so silent that he didn't hear the bike approached him. The young lady in question had a dark complexion with short black hair. She wears a black cowboy hat with a black duster, gloves, and jeans. The Traveler didn't recognize her at first till the instant he notice a familiar grin that flashed a single sharp canine.

"It would be rude of me to refuse a generous offer, even from you Chisana" The Traveler teased, for a moment the young woman scowled then smiled coyly at the older gentleman.

"I'd be careful sir, those kind of remarks would get you left in the cold"

The Traveler shrugs,  "I've been through worse."

The Traveler approached the young woman and hopped on the bike. He puts his bag in the back compartment then holds onto the rear portion of the hoverbike.



"It's Carina, BTW" Carina kicked the engine into full gear

"Chisana, it's a term of endearment"

"Whatever you say, Red" Carina said and the hoverbike took off.

---

Richmond Jet Black cut through the air with his broadsword again and again while balancing on the poles with his blindfold on. He stepped from pole to pole silently while continuously slashing through the air to cut through the spheres being shot from around him. He didn't use his sight. He focused on his hearing and expanding his aura outward like a radar.

Aura protects and strengthens the simple hunter, but that's not all. Aura can also amplify the senses and the brain to extremes by controlling and directing its aura to its senses and brain. This is a supportive technique used only by huntsmen and huntress who has master their aura because this technique is very dangerous. This technique is dangerous because it involves various body organs. If someone inexperienced used this technique, it could cause great harm and possibly death. Blindness, deafness, loss of taste, odor loss, amnesia, brain death, and even more can be the result of using this technique as an inexperienced person. However if you master this technique, you can literally become a superman.

All the senses would then go into full swing if you manage to strengthen them and if you use this technique to successfully reinforce your brain, your cognitive abilities will be greatly enhanced while your perception will hastened to the point where you can see things in slow motion while. However this technique should not be used over a longer period of time, such as in days or weeks, but over a short period of time, such as a few hours. Otherwise it could cause some damage.

This technique was developed by humans after it was taught to them by Faunus Warriors.

Another support technique which can be used by people with great control over their own Aura and are sensitive to Aura. This technique creates a second invisible shield of Aura which then spreads in all directions. Whoever passes through this invisible shield, will be immediately sensed by the user. The more Aura you have, the bigger the sensory shield can become. Mostly a sensory shield can be deployed up to a kilometer. The user can detect a being with Aura much faster than one without one because if they pass the sensory shield, this shield immediately responds to a foreign Aura.

It was this technique that Richmond was currently in the middle of training. Granted the spheres didn't have Aura but that made the training that much better for him. By utilizing his hearing along with the Sensory Technique he was able to detect them in mid-flight and intercept. He continued this exercise until he heard Carina driving up on her hovercycle and pulled off his blindfold. "Head's up guys! Carina's back!" He called to his fellow students and caught the next sphere. "Take Five!" He hopped down from the poles and landed on his feet, flourished his sword and sheathed it. He laughed and ran his fingers through his dark hair.

Richmond Jet Black was dressed in a black leather jacket worn over a white t-shirt. He had black leather pants. There were armored shoulderpads on the jacket and armored leather gloves with red palms. He wore a fancy belt and shoes.


"I wonder if he's finally come back yet."

---

Gonegai Mountain

"Come on Red, don't tell me you're time working for the stuffy Heroes Guild had gotten you soft" Carina teased while running backwards as she and The Traveler, whom we'll call Red for the duration of the story, raced up over ten thousand feet of stairs to reach the Jurai Dojo. Carina had parked her bike at the bottom of the mountain and assured Red that nobody would try to steal it. Otherwise they'd be in for quite a shock.

"You've never beaten me since you were a kid Chisana and you won't now." Red flexed then decided to make this race interesting, they have another 10,000 ft before they reach the dojo so it'll be interesting to see how much Chisana's stamina has improved. Red decided to speed up and before the young woman knew it he shot right past her.

She looked up in amazement, "Guess that training had paid off! I wasn't expecting that. But I wasn't expecting not to expect it so it doesn't count " She grinned, "You got yourself a race, Big Bro"

With a dash she took off after him.

Note: So I've brought back an old favorite. This actually helps me improve my writing more. I don't have a big plot. The closest I can give is that it's a Slice of Life story. With Sword Fights and cool shit.

One hell of an epic intro to the story bro! Love the RWBY Shout-Outs with Aura and The Faunus! Digging the Hoverbike too! Real Final Fantasy Vibes with this one! You've got some amazing characters loaded up in the story! And of course the ever amazing badass character intro! Great to see Carina back! 

Looking forward to the story!