Daisuke"The Dark Knight" Riku Nightfall
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Name: Daisuke Riku Nightfall
Age: Eighteen
Height: 6"0
Weight: 192 lbs
Alignment: Neutral
Class: Swordsman
Small bio: He was born on a small island. When he was five his little brother was killed by pirates. He joined the navy at the age of twelve and was a Captain's shiphand until the age of thirteen. Pirates yet again ransacked his place, along with their headquarters and killed everyone except for he himself. In the end, he was able to kill a single pirate at the cost of his sanity. Knowing that death lingered at his hands he attempted to kill himself but was stopped by a mystical force. He continued living and trained in the art of swordsmanship, swearing to bring down the bad Pirates in the world. Later he consumed the Blade-Blade Fruit. In truth, he had become a pirate, to defeat Pirates.
Age: Eighteen
Height: 6"0
Weight: 192 lbs
Alignment: Neutral
Class: Swordsman
Small bio: He was born on a small island. When he was five his little brother was killed by pirates. He joined the navy at the age of twelve and was a Captain's shiphand until the age of thirteen. Pirates yet again ransacked his place, along with their headquarters and killed everyone except for he himself. In the end, he was able to kill a single pirate at the cost of his sanity. Knowing that death lingered at his hands he attempted to kill himself but was stopped by a mystical force. He continued living and trained in the art of swordsmanship, swearing to bring down the bad Pirates in the world. Later he consumed the Blade-Blade Fruit. In truth, he had become a pirate, to defeat Pirates.
Weapon of Choice: Touketsu Touji & Nenshou Akikaze
Weapon Description:
Touketsu Touji - A blade forged in the coldest parts on the earth. Crafted with diamond, the highest quality of steel, and ice, it is fit to be one of the Saijo O Wazamono. The hilt is crafted of blue and black cloth, and the guard is made of pure diamond. The blade itself is made of melted ice placed on steel.
Nenshou Akikaze -A blade forged in the hottest parts of the earth. Crafted with gold, the highes quality of steel, and lava, it is fit to be one of the O Wazamono. The hilt is crafted of red and black cloth, and the guard is made of pure gold. The blade itself is made of molten lava pounded and placed on steel.
Crew Name: Tenjiku Pirates
Bounty: 280,000 Berri (Higher, Lower, or Okay? o.o)
Fruit: Blade-Blade Fruit
Regular Techniques
One Sword Style – Lions Roar (Raion Nakigoe) – By holding his blade at his side within his sheath he pulls it out abruptly creating a moving force. Pulling his blade from the sheath a clashing sound between blade an scabbard can be heard. This “Lion’s Roar” then enters the opponents ears, and when it does they know that the user aims to kill.
One Sword Style – Tiger Cage (Tora Kago) – Without looking up the user jumps into the air with his/her blade in their left hand. Striking down the user then attempt to trap their opponent within a cage of attacks. A barrage of strikes then occurs within mid-air.
One Sword Style – Black Crow Nest (Barakku Karasu Nesuto) – By holding the blade before them in a defensive position the user will defend with the slightest movement; agile and quick like a crow.
Two Sword Style – Flowing Waterfall (Ryuuchou Bakufu) – By holding the blades within each hand they run forward and then flip their body, as if running backwards bended low. Bringing their arms crossing near their body the user then spirals the blades with an intent to hurt and quickly works his/her way towards the other side of the opponent.
Two Sword Style – Tiger Cub Jump (Tora Cabu Janpu) – Holding both blades facing the ground the user jumps up in an attempt to pounce on the opponent. Holding the blades close to his/her body in attempts to strike, they attack in a motion that a tiger cub would; playfully.
Two Sword Style – Back Lash Wave (Ushiro Rasshu Shuuha) – If being attacked the used holds both blades behind his/her back and then swings upwards in attempts to deflect/attack the opponent.
Two Sword Style – Buffalo Charge (Baffaro Tosshin) Holding both blades within his/her hands the user charges forward like a bull in an attempt to stab through the opponent.
Three Sword Style – Eagle Strike (Washi Dageki) Watching the prey like an eagle to user places one blade within the mouth and two in their hands. Standing in a fixated position they then dash forward with great speed and dig their heels into the ground in order to slow themselves down. Using the stopping force they then turn their bodies and slash horizontally.
Three Sword Style – Falcon Drop (Taka Shizuku) – Taking their time the user surveys the opponent and then goes to high ground, either jumping or by pouncing, and then drops down on the opponent with their blades.
Three Sword Style – Vulture Hunt (Hagetaka Hanto) – Just like a vulture would attack their prey the user watches and then attacks using light footwork but weak strength.
Howaido Buriza-do(First Dance: White Blizzard) - Holding his Touketsu Touji outwards facing the opponent, he dashed forward, his blade circling itself within the air, he would then slice downwards.
Akai Maguma(Second Dance: Red Magma) - Holding his Touketsu Touji at his side and arching his back, he would dash forward, nearing his opponent, and then stab his blade into the ground. Using the force of the blow to throw himself into the air, he would then aim himself downwards and stab his Nenshou Akikaze towards his opponent.
Taikou Senkai (Final Dance: Light Pink Revolution) - Twirling his blades around within their sheaths, he then holds them by his side, each being grasped by the hilt. Throwing his weight forward, the sheaths would launch themselves away from the blades and then burst. His Touketsu Touji infront of his body and his Nenshou Akikaze behind himself, he would slide across the ground; with the help of friction, and then when near the target, spin his body as if to launch himself through the air, and slice, landing upon his feet once more.
Niji Kaiku(Finale Dance: Rainbow Evolution) - His swords clashing against each other, and his muscles tightening, his blades would begin to shake, sending a tremor into the users body. Dashing forward in a simple two sword style movement, he would throw his blades upwards towards the sky, and upon locking onto his target, he would throw his fist forward, in an attack aimed for the face, succeded or not, he would use the force of the blow to throw himself upwards, and twirling towards the other side of his enemy's body. His blades coming downwards, he would land on the other side, grasping his blades, and then turning his body towards his opponent, stab through. After this attack however, because of the force of the blow sent into the opponent, the attack would backfire, leaving Daisuke's arms unusable for the while.
Aozora Yanagi Dageki(Blue Sky Willow Strike) - Holding his Touketsu Touji within his hand, he would point it at his enemy and then slash forward sending a wave of air; which formed into a blast of energy; at his opponent.
Aozora Yanagi Koukuukogeki(Blue Sky Willow Air Strike) - Holding his Nenshou Akikaze within his hand, he would point it at his enemy and then jump into the air, spiraling within a ball shape, and point the blade forward, sending waves of condensed air; which formed into a blast of energy, at his opponent.
Matsudai Howaido(Forever White) - His Touketsu Touji pointing at the Sky, he would strike a pose in silence. Praying to God that his stamina would not fail.
Howaido Dokuro Sarasshu(White Skull Slash) - After his Matsudai Howaido technique had succeded, with his strengthed blade he would dash forward, and then slash at his opponent.
Akai Bakkusurasshu(Red Backlash Attack) - After his Matsudai Howaido technique had succeded, he would clash his Touketsu Touji with his Nenshou Akikaze. Afterwords he would dash forward, and then purposely miss his opponent within the slash, only to bring his blade backwards, and slash with the blade surrounded by his burning spirit, as if in a backlash motion.
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Blade-Blade Techniques
Blade-Blade Fruit - Sniper Mode - User is enabled to use a single finger in order to fire off a series of knives from their body at the maximum speed of a bullet. Knife can only be as long as the users index/middle finger, and it takes three seconds for the user to use the technique after firing off two knives. In this post, Daisuke uses his power and immitates a Cowboy at the same time saying "Bang!!" The signify his firing off the attack.
Blade-Blade Porcupine - By calling forth the blades in his body he is allowed to make them surge outwards in an attempt to block an attack, or to attack others.
Blade-Blade Stinger - Using his left or right arm he calls forth blades from his body and then attempts to punch his opponent. As he does so, blades surge from his body and cause his opponent to be stabbed by a few of them, if not then all of them.
Blade-Blade Grab & Slash - Running/Standing/Sitting he is able to call forth a blade from his body and then grab it after it had been released. Afterwards he is enabled to slash his opponent.
Blade-Blade Absorbtion - Either Sitting/Running/Sitting if he is able to pinpoint the location of his opponents blade/bladed weapon, then he is able to absorb it into his body. There is a 3-5 second interval however.
Blade-Blade Catch - By holding his arm/doing nothing as he is about to be slashed/stabbed, he is allowed to summon the amount of blades he controls in order to stop an opponent attack and/or catch his opponents blade.
Blade-Blade Sword Scatter - By scrunching his body together like a porcupine he can then explode outwards releasing a wave of blades in all directions.
Blade-Blade Single Shot - By holding his palm out on his opponent or towards his opponent, by concentrating all of his energy on a single point he is able to release a single blade at his opponent at MAX speed in an attempt to stab them.
(To be finished)
Character Appearence:
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Big Bio -
A Dream. All life starts with a single memory....A Nightmare of blood and tears. A blade slicing across the neck; red crimson flowing ever so lightly. This is nothing but a simple dream, yet...a small mistake can make it....a reality....
Tic....Tok....Tick...Tok.......
The clock strikes 6:00. A shallow breath escapes thy mouth, releasing sorrow.
Daisuke shudders, his mind filled with foretelling dreams...he was in Twilight...
(Twilight = A state of being awake, yet not being able to move)
Ksshing...
A blade crossing against another, red crimson flowing from the wound. The sound of a tongue licking the blood from a dirtied blade...A head laid down low, the eyes invisible to the naked eye.....Suddenly; the figure looks up, pupils stained red with a brick-colored blood!!
Daisuke shoots up, his head suddenly feeling heavy. His entire body is soaked with a salty spray of sticky sweat, as he wipes his forehead. Rain begins to sprinkle above his cozy hut, Daisuke now fully awake. He yawned slowly, his eyes darting from left to right, as if he was watching. Upon his left he felt a small force approaching. His eyes watched, as the small figure began to dash away. Suddenly, it fell...the red flow of blood escaping from its wound.
Daisuke takes a shallow, yet efficient breath. “Breakfast...” He says, lifting the dead rabbit up. The man gulps, pulling his blade from the wound, his blade now sprinkled with drops of a blackish hue. Daisuke walks towards a nearby stream, pulling out a small white towel. He dips the towel in water, and then rubs it across the edges of the blade. In a matter of minutes, the blade shines more brightly than before.
He walks back, looking at the dead carcass laying before him; left unmoving; simply dead and the soul was....gone. Licking his lips hungrily, Daisuke reached towards his pocket, pulling out a small knife. He sat down, slowly ripping the pelt away from the skin. He then chopped the meat, starting a small fire, whilst afterwards, dropping the chunks of meat into the fire. ~3 Minutes Later~ The crisp meat began to crack, the blackened aroma suddenly becoming ghastly. Daisuke took a final sniff of the meat, the flames wildly spreading, before he then poured water upon it...the flame dieing out.
This is how he had lived for the past month, fasting himself. He lived for 31 days without food, and now he would return to his peaceful island, an island without a name. He smirked wondering how his neighbors would think of him. Their responses gave him a slim chance of hope as he clasped his hands together. It would take him a matter of 5 minutes to reach his boat, and then an extra 10 to make paddles. There would also be the time difference between where he was, and his island. So, it would take him about a matter of 2 hours and 15 minutes to reach his destination. And so he began his long trek home....
~2 Hours 45 Minutes Later~
It had taken longer than expected. The sea was as harsh as it could’ve been, and the waves were crashing across his small boat so hard, splinters flew away. There were also the snakes, dinosaurs, and crocodiles to deal with. As he left the island, a Tyrannosaurus attempted to even eat him. And all Daisuke could do was evade. He wasn’t battle equipped yet, but soon he would be. He stepped upon the sandy shoreline, taking in the fine smell of asphalt and fresh sea water. It was his home, and his heaven.
~5 Minutes Later~
Daisuke stepped upon the cobbled path towards his old work station, the local Pub. He pressed his hands upon the closed door, and then squeezed his left hand upon the knob. He turned it, smelling the aroma of beer and cigarettes. He took a step forward slowly smirking. He noticed something and it was true, nothing had changed. Daisuke practically screamed aloud “Old Man, I’m back!!” The man behind the counter lifted his head up frowning. For some reason, the atmosphere had suddenly changed. Daisuke’s eyes widened, a new presence appearing behind him. Daisuke leaned forward, dashing towards the counter, turning his head to see a man dressed in all black. The man seemed to be rather chubby, and behind him were a few others, each as fearsome as the next. Daisuke recognized this man, but from where??
“Boy, don’tcha knows this is my town??” The chubby man asked. Daisuke lifted his blade up slowly. The man gulped and took a step back. Two others replaced him, and stood firm and tall. This formation looked like a chess game. Daisuke was simply put as a knight. He could easily leap over the two and take down their leader, yet he hesitated....Suddenly it struck him ever so lightly, as if silk had just slapped him across the face. Suddenly, Daisuke grimaced. This man was very evil, the same man that had killed his little brother years before. “You....fatty....remember me??” Daisuke questioned hastily. The chubby man began to breathe harder. “You’re the one....who killed....MY BROTHER!!” Daisuke screamed aloud, ripping out his Houka no za Mori. The blade scraped against its scabbard as it was released. The chubby man began to pant slowly remembering “Y-You’re that ki-” The man didn’t get to finish his sentence. The two before him had fallen, a deep gash forming upon their chests. Daisuke was suddenly before him, bloodlust in his eyes, bleeding through. Daisuke leaped upon his chest his feet placed down firm. The other men began to run forward, but Daisuke held his palm out. All the men didn’t take the hint, and dashed forward.
Big Mistake.
Daisuke drew his two blades and instantly intercepted all of the rest. He slashed all around and then carefully stabbed the men so that they would live...for now. The man, the captain of the crew, the crew that took his brothers life. “Pumma....don’t run...” Daisuke said. He walked infront of the man, a silence hushing everyone in the room. Daisuke bent before Pumma, pulling his head up. With his right hand, a blade appeared within his grasp, inches away from Pumma’s face. Yet he hesitated again thinking to himself. “Would this be what you want me to do...Shirouh??”
Tic...Tok....Tick....Tok....
The clock strikes 6:00. A shallow breath escapes thy mouth, releasing sorrow.
Daisuke shudders, his mind filled with foretelling dreams...he was in Twilight...
Ksshing...
A blade crossing against another, red crimson flowing from the wound. The sound of a tongue licking the blood from a dirtied blade...A head laid down low, the eyes invisible to the naked eye.....Suddenly; the figure looks up, pupils stained red with a brick-colored blood!!
Daisuke shoots up, his body soaked in a salty sweat. It was just a dream; all of it was a dream. He pushed himself out of bed, himself hitting the floor hard. It was another day of work ahead of him, and he would need his energy. Licking his lips he walked towards the bathroom, lightly brushing his teeth. A presence appeared behind him. “G’morning Daisuke...” A small boy said, a yawn escaping from his mouth. “’orning Shirouh.” Daisuke said, little balls of tooth paste flying in all directions. Daisuke smirked spitting out the mint-like gunk. He hated it, just as much as he hated Pirates. “Shirouh, you ready for school??” Daisuke asked slowly. His little brother had nodded back. Daisuke left the house, leaving his little brother behind and walked off towards the pub.
~20 Minutes Later~
“Sorry I’m late boss!!” Daisuke yelled aloud, strapping an apron across his waist. “Just don’t be late again!!” A loud voice called back. Daisuke slowly began to prepare for work.
~3 Hours Later~
“That’s strange...” Daisuke whispered to himself. It really was. In the past 3 hours, only 7 customers showed up. Usually 32 would show as soon as the Bar opened. Suddenly, the door clicked open. “Welcome!!” Daisuke yelled out in a cheery voice. “You sound weird.” Shirouh replied back, closing the door. “Oh, Hi Shirouh how was school today??” Shirouh shrugged his shoulders slowly pulling up a small, yet strange vegetable. “What’s that??” Daisuke asked. Shirouh shrugged his shoulders again and took a big bite. “But it’s good!!” For the next 3 Minutes, Daisuke watched his little brother eat the vegetable as if it were an apple. The boy licked his fingers “Good!!” He yelled out.
Suddenly a chorus of voices called out a strange cry. “PIRATES, PIRATES ARE COMING!!” Daisuke was surprised. He looked at his little brother and yelled aloud towards his boss “Sir, I’ve got to go early!!” No one called back, but Daisuke figured the old man was asleep. Daisuke then took a deep breath...and took a step.
The young boy walked outside, his brothers hand in his own. There was a scent of burnt wood flowing throughout the air; the small town was left in a pile of cinder ashes. Daisuke gulped gripping his brother’s hand even tighter. He spotted a wooden plank burning slowly, and he picked it up. He then ran towards a crowd of people, straining to see what was happening
“This village is to pay us 100 Million Berries every 10 years, if not...then this’ll happen...” The man known as “Pumma” glared down towards Daisuke, picking him up by the hair. “This is what happens when you defy...ME!!” The man yelled aloud his arm suddenly throwing Daisuke towards the ground. An impact released him from the man’s deadly grip. “Leave my brother ALONE!!” Shirouh screamed out, strange markings appearing from all around his body. “What’s this??” Pumma asked, then picking up Shirouh. He observed the boy, noticing how the markings began to spread throughout the boy’s body, suddenly changing color with emotion. “I’ve seen this somewhere before...yes...this boy has eaten the Dark-Dark Fruit....” Pumma smirked, his muscles beginning to bulge. “And I’ve also heard that those with the powers of the Devil Fruit...can’t swim...” Pumma readied himself, a wicked smile forming across his face. He threw as hard as he could, Shirouh sailing off into the horizon. Daisuke heard a small splash, and then an explosion. “Oops, looks like he crashed into the ammunition we left near the shoreline!!”
Tears exploded from Daisuke’s eyelids, as he gripped the plank tightly. “AUGH!!” He yelled aloud, dashing towards Pumma. The boy thrusts forward, his assault only leaving a small scratch upon the man’s palm. Pumma eyes the boy slowly smirking. “Let’s take him and leave, he’ll make a fine slave...” And that was it, his brother dead, and he was left to become a lowly slave. In a matter of 6 years he was released. And after that he joined the navy in order to find the pirate that started it all. During the next 6 years he hunted down the crew, leaving only 2 members left to find. One Pumma, and then another known as “Porshia”. And Pumma was before him, yet he couldn’t strike. He hesitated...and kept hesitating...Slowly; Daisuke let the blade sheathe as he stood up. Pumma slowly crept away, careful not to make the slightest sound. Daisuke intercepted, four knives being released from his now moving hands, stabbing Pumma in his hands and feet.
If the man couldn’t move, what good was he?? Daisuke gulped turning towards the crowd “Turn him in...He should have a High enough bounty for this town to sustain on, also...collect the 100 Million Berries he took from you all.” Daisuke took a deep breath, and left his town...this time for good. He wouldn’t turn back. He made a promise....a promise to a friend. A friend whom he met on a journey…A friend named Mari.
Daisuke began to lightly take a sniff of the non-polluted air, a surge of newborn strength rushing into him. He yawned stretching his arms out wide as he then plunged his left arm into the water. It cooled him down as he thought. Thought of his previous days in the Navy, and of the woman that saved his life. It all began one fateful day….
“Chore boy, clean the floors!!” A voice called out. An even shriller one replied “Yes Sir!!” A pale but handsome looking teen emerged from the shadows pulling behind him a bucket and mop. The teen gripped the mop tightly and then dipped it into the concoction pressing the wool surface on the maple floorboards. He began silently moving, the soapy water sloshing as the mop wiped across the floor. The boy’s superior, looking the age of 35 with a grey beard and scars smirked lightly “My boy, you always do work and don’t complain, keep it up and you might get ranked up to a lieutenant someday. Maybe in 10 years??” The man’s gruff voice made the Chore Boy lightly shiver. “Yes sir.” He replied. Birds began to slowly, but in harmony chirp around the small building sending a wave of soft music throughout the facility. “Daisuke, stay here…” The man said roughly, as he ran from the scene. That left the boy alone, except for the mop and birds, each in motion singing a soft song...
~5 Minutes Later~
“Sir, I’ve finished my cleaning duties, I’m going out to the Training Room now!!” Daisuke called out, loud and sensibly clear. No one answered him. The boy shuddered, a blast of wind throwing him backwards. That’s when he heard them, explosions and laughter filling the front of the facility. Daisuke turned his body, grabbed the mop, and then ran off towards the direction of the laughter. He opened doors and slammed through the walls as he finally reached the battlefront. In red on the ground lay his superior, covering in a red crimson. “Captain Rolan!!” Daisuke yelled out rushing towards the side of his fallen master. “Boy, get out of here…” The voice screamed. A shadow towered over the back of Daisuke, a shrill laugh echoing throughout the battlefield.
Daisuke shuddered yet again; this force was intriguing….yet deadly. He gulped the mop still in his hands. “Little boys shouldn’t be on the battle field…” The voice casually replied. The boy turned his head towards the essence, the raw power making him sweat. He saw a skinny man, weighing around 140. It looked as if he were 6’’2, but Daisuke couldn’t tell. “Scram Kid.” The man replied, kicking at the ground. Dust spewed upon Daisuke’s lips, causing him to cough. To the boy, it seemed like that mad had caused all the carnage, he still heard the screams of agony and the cries for help, but he sat in place. He was frightened for some reason, and wouldn’t get up. His arms and legs turned to lead, and his head began to droop slowly. He heard a shallow but soft voice call towards him. The boy’s eyes darted up, suddenly spotting what he needed. He stood and began to run towards that direction just as the man known as “Scram Kid” dropped his mace towards Daisuke.
It was close, but Daisuke hadn’t taken a single hit until…The mace suddenly shot forward. Daisuke not having enough time could only watch as it stabbed through his right eye forcefully. The child fell back, but regained his composure and continued, scampering away towards the woods.
~Ten Seconds Later~
He stood tall, gripping the mop until his hands were sore. He knew what he had to do, and it involved getting his hands on a blade, once that happened, the battle would guarantee in his victory. He took a slow, yet deep breath and then rushed forward, where the battle would continue, with or without him.
~20 Seconds Later~
Daisuke trudged through the woods and came to a sudden yet abrupt halt, sensing the danger of the battle. He looked forward, seeing the one known as Scram and his own master Rolan fighting. Rolan took a quick jab to the right, but Scram intercepted this and came down with his mace; hard. The Marine Captain only had enough time to gape at his mistake, just as the mace came down and crushed his skull. Tears flowed down Daisuke’s cheeks as he walked forward towards his doom, or salvation.
Scram turned his head wildly sensing another opponent, only to find a child in its place. “Pssh, I thought you ran…” Scram said smirking. Daisuke shook his head and then dashed forward. The boy had gotten faster, but not fast enough. The boy slashed forward, the mop flying towards its target. Scram intercepted the attack and lightly smirked. He ducked and then with his mace in his left hand threw it forward. “Game Over…” Was all he said as the mace collided with the chest of Daisuke!!
The boy fell backwards, the mace spinning and slicing through his flesh. Scram turned smiling, he had defeated them all. Daisuke fell to the ground with a thud watching his own blood flow. He heavily turned his gaze towards a knife at his side. The man looked at his side spotting a clean blade at the side of Rolan. “Spoils of War...” He said lowly. And just like that he walked away just as a sharp object grazed his arm. He turned in surprise to see the boy known as “Daisuke” still standing. Scram gulped, sensing killing intent in the boys eyes. He shivered anger rushing throughout his entire being. “WHY DON’T YOU DIE?!” He yelled aloud rushing forward blade in hand. He dashed and brought the blade towards Daisuke face. Daisuke frowned placing his left hand in the way. The blade struck Daisuke’s palm, and stopped completely. “It’s over…” Daisuke said, the blade slipping into his skin, handle and all. Suddenly, it returned, the blade now facing Scram. The boy called out in a great and loud tone “Houka no za Mori: Odori Hitokire Gankai Seikatsu Akka Oni!!” A sudden burst of adrenhalin struck the boy as he dashed, the blade striking Scam in the chest.
The air collided with the glowing silver as it ran through the air, aiming for Scram’s chest. The man only had time to purse his lips as he was lifted into the air. Daisuke didn’t have enough power to push the blade any further. Scram fell back, his body intact, but a strange flow of blood and a dozen injuries covering his body. “H-How dare you?!” He questioned, finally noticing the amount of blood he was losing. He gritted his teeth just as Daisuke fell unconscious. Scram had a choice, either stay and slay the child, or run and live another day.
He took the most obvious choice and looked towards Daisuke grimacing. He walked forward smiling yet again. He gazed upon the unconscious body of the boy and lightly laughed. He reached inside his left pocket pulling out a blunt object. He then attached it to his index finger, and as if by command it grew to have a point. The man took two more steps forward and looked down upon the boy “You have caused me much more trouble than I anticipated little one, and for that you shall die!!!” Scram brought his left arm down, in an attempt to slice the skull of Daisuke right open, but then…
A force erupted from the woods, so fast that even Scram himself couldn’t detect it. Scram looked up and growled “Release me pheasant!!” He yelled aloud, clawing his way from reach. A shallow voice called back, the voice too large and rough for the boy himself. “Shut up and listen, you must not kill the boy!!” Scram shuddered finally recognizing who he talked too. “M-Master, what a surprise!!” The boy wore a shroud over his body, but a blue gleam in his eyes was deadly. “But why should I spare him??” Scram asked surprised. “Because…..He is my brother…” Scram gaped as the mysterious man removed his hood. Under it was a boy about the age of 8. Shirouh glanced back in the direction of his brother grimacing. “He is getting to strong too fast…” A strong wind picked up, and suddenly….Shirouh disappeared.
~5 Years Later~
After his training in the woods, Daisuke glanced towards the sky still feeling the pressure of an unusual presence. He didn’t know his brother had survived, but somehow he did, leaving Daisuke in the dark. “....Captain Rolan...i’m leaving now...” Daisuke replied again and again as he splashed water upon the grave. Taking a deep breath he walked away, wanting to achieve what he desired most, the passion of the art he needed. He wanted to continue his master’s fallen dream. To cross paths with those stronger then he, he pledged that he himself would become a Swordsman.
~15 Days Later~
Daisuke tripped and fell into the ocean. Minutes Later Daisuke was unconscious under the sea. A fishhook grabbed him by his shirt collar, and he was pulled upwards. Suddenly, he had awoken.
Just as he recoiled from the dazzling pain the ocean had left on him, a voice escaped infront of him. "Oh, you're awake." This voice was kind and sweet, the room filled with the aroma of cherry. "Nh, so you saved me??" Daisuke asked lowly. She simply nodded. Daisuke sighed...how could he have been so ignorant and unaware of what was going on around him...he didn't even notice himself falling....Suddenly numbers appeared in his head. The exact location of this island, latitude and longitude was forming. All he needed to do was see a bit of the agriculture. "So, why're out here...got any dreams....ambitions??" He asked bluntly. This girl blushed, as if saying...."I'm to embarassed to say it." Daisuke turned his head noticing a cracked frame with two people inside a picture. Yet, one was holding a baby. "So, that's you and your sister??" He narrowed his eyes. She winced slightly noticing a tear rolling down her cheeks. "I recognize that uniform...your father must be an Navy Soldier!!" He said shocked. He looked up, noticing a shuddering voice. "Was..." Daisuke gripped his head as memories flooded it. "Ple-Please help my Daddy!! He remembered a little girl say. Suddenly he was back out of his mind, he had remembered.... "Were your fathers name.......Silon, Kysho??" Daisuke asked. She nodded. Daisuke held his breath remembering.... P-Pleas-P-Please help my Daddy!! A girl would shout. A Fourteen year old Daisuke would not budge. "I said no, he can handle himself..." The girl was crying... "If my daddy gets hurt, it'll all be your fault!!" That child must've jinxed him, because after the battle started, her father was kicking a**. But at the exact time she said that, he was then shot in the head by a stray bullet....coincidence, right?? Wrong, that bullet had no path; Daisuke checked all the enemy guns later that afternoon as he sliced through all of their army. He even checked the ones hoisted around the Navy Officers' waists. Nothing, it wasn't just a coincidence, he caused it. Daisuke sat his head down...he was thinking about this too carefully....
Bang!! Crash!! Shhsh...
Noises could be heard around him. "GET 'IM!!" Those voices yelled as a shrieking voice escaped inside the house. Daisuke narrowed his eyes noticing a cut gushing with red blood. The door bursted open with gunfire as the woman fell. Daisuke felt a slight chill, his swords...he needed his blades...but he couldn't show it now...could he?? "Well...lookie what we have here...if it isn't "Daisuke the "Dark Knight"..." The voice cried out. A man stepped forward smiling. He looked like a toad, a black toad. "Yoshiro the Big..." Daisuke sighed out. "Bounty of 50,000, it's wasted on you..." Yoshiro frowned. "That's not nice..." he said as he brought his hand down towards the girl. Killing intent circled around Daisuke, as he appeared before Yoshiro.
Ksshing...Klang!!
Ssh...
Upon Daisuke's palm was one blade, splattered with blood. The other pirates ran...the girl was simply amazed. "M-My father's ambition was to become the greatest swordsman....Can you do that for him??" She asked reaching behind herself. "This was and is his greatest creation, it's not registered in the 21 as of yet...but..." She handed it towards Daisuke. "Nhioshio La Mesa Luna..." He said smirking. He remembered the times when he and Kysho went out to drink...some milk. Tears stained the blade, as an inscription was left on the dull end. "To you, whom I trust"
T'was recent, but not forgetten..sooner or later Daisuke would return, after he collected his reward money for turning in the dead carcuss, he would mail it off towards "Maci" the girl...the daughter of Kysho. A 16 year old with a pure heart...his friend.....
Making a Promise with himself, he sets sail for the Grand Line...Searching for the strongest in the world...attempting....to become the greatest!!
His ambition...so great he would risk his life....A promise, one so great he'd die for.
It's time to set sail for adventure!!
