InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Shogun's Fury ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Demetz 
Brief history leading up to where the hero is now.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.02.2005 | Updated On: 09.30.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 707 | Visits: 166 | Status: Work In Progress
Brief history leading up to where the hero is now.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.02.2005 | Updated On: 09.30.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 707 | Visits: 166 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I suck at names so I’m borrowing some. The storyline is mine and I will probably be changing the names later.
Prologue
How long it had been since last he knew someone he could trust enough to call a friend? Traveling companions he might trust in a fight, but he, like the rest of them kept his past silent. Although honor seemed to have waned in significance through the constant warfare shame remained an unwanted stigma. Each man in the small traveling party had a past he preferred forgotten, and each respected the others enough that they could all keep personal matters to themselves. This was a pragmatic crew he had joined, all the better given his circumstances.
How long had he kept his true past secret? Time mattered little in this existence. He was the son and heir of a daimyo, or rather would have been had his father not died in battle before his only heir had matured enough to take for himself reign over the clan. With his father’s death the clan divided into factions, each with an interest in seeing the young boy dead, after all it simply would not do to have a potential usurper in the midst. What territories were held by the clan were taken over by local leaders and generals. His father dead from battle, his mother dead from his birth, his would be caretakers all grasping for power of their own... at the age of seven Miroku was an orphan with nowhere to go, no one to trust, and he was living in a world where men were as demons lurking behind every corner to take their hand at being bandits. His father’s enemies searching to kill him, and many of his father’s allies searching to kill him, what else could boy do but run?
He dropped his surname and referred to himself only as Miroku, and made his way to a temple complex whose headmaster had once been an ally to his father. There he found safety among the ikko ikki - warrior monks. He had studied extensively the koans, the works of Sun Tzu, and when he was not studying he was training physically, or performing labor for the temple. For eight years the heir to the deceased Mori clan enjoyed the safety of the temple, but such fortune was not to last. An agent of the Shimazu clan infiltrated the complex, and when the Shimazu army attacked, sabotaged key defensive positions. The Shimazu army razed the temple complex to the ground, and the Ikko Ikki scattered. Miroku was among those who had escaped and sought shelter in a nearby village whose people, though they swore fealty to the Shimazu clan, were yet contemptuous of their would-be rulers. It was at that village's shrine that he meet the oracle who would change his life and set him on a course he could never turn away from.
It was because of the oracle that he met her, because of her that he realized his life had a purpose, and because of their union some time later that He would never stop fighting for the future he promised himself he would deliver to his daughter. The others never knew… could never be allowed to know - his passion for the war they fought together had nothing to do with some obligation wrought by his monk-hood; he fought so that in time he could gain the power to take back his daughter from the most powerful demon that ever traversed Japan. It would take all the might of the country to ever do such a thing. He smiled, staring off into a lightly clouded night sky. It may well take years to do what he had to, but he would become Taishogun, and he would free his daughter. Progress was slow and it was time for him to leave.
"Sweet Zowijane," he whispered as he settled in to meditate, "I will free you."
"You say something Miroku?" inquired one of his companions. Hearing no answer he returned to his place of sentry.
Prologue
How long it had been since last he knew someone he could trust enough to call a friend? Traveling companions he might trust in a fight, but he, like the rest of them kept his past silent. Although honor seemed to have waned in significance through the constant warfare shame remained an unwanted stigma. Each man in the small traveling party had a past he preferred forgotten, and each respected the others enough that they could all keep personal matters to themselves. This was a pragmatic crew he had joined, all the better given his circumstances.
How long had he kept his true past secret? Time mattered little in this existence. He was the son and heir of a daimyo, or rather would have been had his father not died in battle before his only heir had matured enough to take for himself reign over the clan. With his father’s death the clan divided into factions, each with an interest in seeing the young boy dead, after all it simply would not do to have a potential usurper in the midst. What territories were held by the clan were taken over by local leaders and generals. His father dead from battle, his mother dead from his birth, his would be caretakers all grasping for power of their own... at the age of seven Miroku was an orphan with nowhere to go, no one to trust, and he was living in a world where men were as demons lurking behind every corner to take their hand at being bandits. His father’s enemies searching to kill him, and many of his father’s allies searching to kill him, what else could boy do but run?
He dropped his surname and referred to himself only as Miroku, and made his way to a temple complex whose headmaster had once been an ally to his father. There he found safety among the ikko ikki - warrior monks. He had studied extensively the koans, the works of Sun Tzu, and when he was not studying he was training physically, or performing labor for the temple. For eight years the heir to the deceased Mori clan enjoyed the safety of the temple, but such fortune was not to last. An agent of the Shimazu clan infiltrated the complex, and when the Shimazu army attacked, sabotaged key defensive positions. The Shimazu army razed the temple complex to the ground, and the Ikko Ikki scattered. Miroku was among those who had escaped and sought shelter in a nearby village whose people, though they swore fealty to the Shimazu clan, were yet contemptuous of their would-be rulers. It was at that village's shrine that he meet the oracle who would change his life and set him on a course he could never turn away from.
It was because of the oracle that he met her, because of her that he realized his life had a purpose, and because of their union some time later that He would never stop fighting for the future he promised himself he would deliver to his daughter. The others never knew… could never be allowed to know - his passion for the war they fought together had nothing to do with some obligation wrought by his monk-hood; he fought so that in time he could gain the power to take back his daughter from the most powerful demon that ever traversed Japan. It would take all the might of the country to ever do such a thing. He smiled, staring off into a lightly clouded night sky. It may well take years to do what he had to, but he would become Taishogun, and he would free his daughter. Progress was slow and it was time for him to leave.
"Sweet Zowijane," he whispered as he settled in to meditate, "I will free you."
"You say something Miroku?" inquired one of his companions. Hearing no answer he returned to his place of sentry.
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