Fan Fiction ❯ Chi Senshi ❯ Last Warrior ( Chapter 1 )

Chi Senshi- Volume 1: "The Last Warrior"

By Matoko Shizaki

© Matoko Shizaki, 2002

Notes: This is an original fic (I made everything up) based on one of the mangas I've been toying with. Enjoy! (The main character in this shows up briefly in one of my self-insertion fics)

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Two wooden poles smacked together stirring up the mist above the lake. Master Hama, teacher in the art of Mangetsu style fighting, leveled eyes with his student. "I see you've been training Apollo." The long, orange haired boy smiled through his exhaustion and replied, "One must sensei. You know that!" Master Hama nodded before snapping his fingers. Both fighters fell out of their fighting stances and stood calmly on the wooden stumps protruding from the lake. Apollo glanced down noticing that his teacher was showing off and standing on his big toes again. "How can he do that?" Apollo thought. "That is enough for today. Go on and get changed." Master Hama commanded. "Yes Master Hama." Apollo said with a bow letting his long hair fall down onto his bare chest.

Mangetsu's market place was busy closing up for the day by the time Apollo passed through. "I guess today's training wasn't so bad." He thought shifting the sack he had thrown over his shoulder. Cutting in between the houses in town, Apollo finally came to one with a faded wooden plaque. Written and just barely visible on the plaque was Kamai, Apollo. Apollo threw open the door and stepped inside just as the sun finished its decent through the west.

Inside the house it was pitch black. Apollo fumbled around for the matches and candle. After crashing around a bit, Apollo struck the match against the wall and lit the half-melted candle. Light filled part of the hut as Apollo sat his candle next to the bed. Lying down, Apollo tried to sleep and forget the fact that he had no money to afford dinner even though his stomach painfully reminded him.

"Call to arms!" Apollo sat up banging his head on a low-lying beam. "Aw crap," he muttered rubbing his sore head. "Call to arms!" the caller yelled once more. Horns in the village rang out and in a panic, Apollo leapt up from the bed, still trying to put on his shoes. His belt and sword, still in its sheath, lay by the door and Apollo grabbed them before stumbling out into the night air.

Smoke billowed up from the houses and Apollo ducked behind a corner as a huge, black, mechanical army marched by. "The Akkan Assassins!" He gasped drawing his blade. Apollo dashed out into the street down to where the warriors of the village we gathering. Master Hama looked up. "Come and join the ranks Apollo!" one warrior yelled. The teen nodded and lined up at the back next to another man. Master Hama grabbed Apollo's arm and pulled him out of ranks. "No Apollo! You must take this and hide." Master Hama handed Apollo a sheath with rune on them matching Apollo's belt. "What the?" "This is a magical sword. It was your father's. You must not let them get it. You are our last hope Go now to the shadows!" Apollo bowed, not really understanding his master's words. "Thank you Master." Without another word, Apollo ran into the shadows. Suddenly, something behind Apollo hit him on the head with the butt of a sword and Apollo passed out from the blow.

When Apollo woke up, it was sunrise. The sword was still curled up in his arms and he stood up. "Master Hama? Are you there?" he called. None answered so Apollo walked out of hiding and into the light.

Fires still burned in all of the houses and bodies lay all over the roads, killed by swords, arrows, and anything else used. No one had lived but Apollo. "No. This can't be!" Apollo fell to his knees in shock and angst. Tears streaming down his face, Apollo drew the magic sword named the Shadow Caster and plunged it into the ground. "On my honor as a warrior, I will avenge the deaths of my friends and family with this sword. Gods, please help me deliver justice to the world of Mamoru!" The clouds over heard turned dark as Apollo left his village and stepped out into the woods seeking one thing: revenge.