Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Muma Oni - The Succubus Demon ❯ Solo Fight ( Chapter 25 )
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By: Levante01 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.06.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 157 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.06.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 157 | Status: Completed
Ryomaru and Sato entered the elevator that went to the observation deck of Tokyo Tower. It was the only way up. The elevator emitted a whirring sound as it headed up. Ryomaru placed a firm hand on Sato’s shoulder.
“Are you okay?” Ryomaru asked.
Sato nodded, gripping his sword tight. “I’m fine, just worried about my grandpa.”
The door opened and Sato and Ryomaru stepped out. The observation deck was unchanged. Outside the windows, though, was the second floor of the castle. Hasu transformed and Ryomaru held him fast, sending a burst of clear energy out, shattering the glass.
Sato and Ryomaru headed through the broken windows. The second floor was much different from the first. The room was brightly lit. Pillars lined the walls. The outside of the observation deck was lined by red carpeting. As Sato and Ryomaru circled the deck, they found a long carpet that led toward a circling flight of stairs.
“That must be our way to the top,” Sato said. “Hurry, let’s go!”
“Wait!” Ryomaru called out, but Sato didn’t stop.
An arrow shot through the air, piercing Sato’s left tricep. He fell to the ground fast, clutching his arm and crying in pain. Sato glanced around through tearful eyes and saw someone wearing a chainmail vest and plate leggings walking toward him, a bow strung over its shoulder, a long sword at its side.
“I told you to wait,” Ryomaru said as he stood beside Sato.
The warrior stopped and stared through his helmet at the two. He slowly lifted a finger and pointed. Sato’s eyes widened. “You mean me?” he asked, and the warrior nodded. The warrior tossed his bow aside and drew his sword, holding it erect in one hand.
“Stay down,” Ryomaru told Sato as he blocked him from the warrior. “You can’t fight with that wound.”
Sato gripped the arrow still in his arm. Gritting his teeth and, crying loud in pain, he pulled the arrow from his arm, blood spilling to the ground. He stood, picking up his sword. “I can fight,” he said stubbornly. “If it’s me he wants, then so be it!”
Ryomaru smiled, impressed by the attitude he showed now compared to a few minutes ago. He stepped aside, allowing Sato to fight.
Sato slowly stepped forward. He knew he was crazy for doing this, but Ryomaru was there to help if it got ugly. Sato dragged the blade of his sword across the ground and brought it upright. He was only able to use his right arm; the feeling in his left arm was disappearing and he found his muscles not responding.
The warrior charged. He came down with a hard slash. Sato parried fast, but the force threw him off his feet. He slid on his rear across the ground. He got to one knee before the warrior attacked again. Sato parried as best he could as he climbed to both feet. The warrior reversed his sword and jabbed Sato hard in the chest with the golden hilt. Sato flew across the ground again, landing hard on his back, the air from his lungs gone.
The warrior came down at Sato quick. A clang of metal on metal rang over the floor as the sword released from the warriors hand and clattered to the ground several feet away. Ryomaru was standing between the warrior and Sato again, brandishing his sword.
“It’s not honorable to attack a man when he’s down,” Ryomaru said and the warrior backed up.
Ryomaru looked at Sato. “Are you sure you’re all right?” Ryomaru asked.
“Not really,” Sato replied as he stood. “It’s difficult to fight one-handed. Could you give me a minute?” Sato added to the warrior. The warrior nodded and went for his sword.
Sato set his sword down and pulled off his shirt, using it as a bandage for his left arm. Any more blood loss and he would faint. He was quite glad that the warrior was allowing him to take this breather.
“You’re in no condition to fight,” Ryomaru said, “not now, and probably not for a few months. You should just go home.”
“No!” Sato exclaimed angrily. “My grandpa needs me. I won’t give up. I can still fight; it’ll just take me a minute to be ready.”
“You can’t wield a sword properly with one hand.”
Sato grabbed his sword and straightened. “I’ll be fine, don’t worry!”
Ryomaru nodded and stood aside once more.
Sato staggered forward, watching the warrior through blurry eyes. “I can do this,” he said softly. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the tough training that his grandpa had put him through his entire life. He felt a sudden surge of energy stream through him as he thought of the countless hours he trained with his grandpa.
“Sato!” said Ryomaru in a surprised voice.
Sato opened his eyes and found himself surprised as well. A white aura was flowing around him, emanating from the sword he held. “It’s Teshi’s sword,” he said. “What’s it doing?”
“It seems like that sword has some power of its own,” Ryomaru said. “Put it to good use, Sato.”
Sato nodded. The white aura slowly grew into a swirl that completely engulfed him. He could feel his body reenergizing. Even the feeling of his left arm was returning. It began to itch as it healed itself, the blood that soaked his shirt drying and cracking.
“This power,” Sato said as he glared over his sword. “It feels … remarkable.”
The warrior had enough waiting. He charged at Sato with lightning speed. Sato found that he unbelievably blocked the attack. The warrior stood over him, forcing Sato to one knee. A surge of power shot through Sato’s body and he threw the warrior backwards. Sato shot swiftly at him. The warrior was on his feet again quick and parried Sato. The two exchanged fast blows. Sato ducked under the warrior’s sword and smacked the flat of his blade against the warriors back. The warrior staggered forward and turned as Sato rushed him once more. The warrior came hard with a punch to Sato’s gut. Sato slid backwards, but remained on his feet.
Sato shook his head and smiled. The warrior slid his blade across the ground as he raced at Sato. Sato parried with the flat of his blade and spun fast, coming behind the warrior and trying for a powerful strike. The warrior countered easily with amazing swordsmanship, throwing Sato back and sending his sword through the air. The warrior turned fast, his sword swinging around. Sato leapt quick, landing on the blade of the warrior’s sword. He extended a foot, kicking the warrior in the head with all his might.
Sato landed on the ground behind the warrior. The helmet landed on the ground nearby, a large dent in the front from Sato’s kick. Sato looked around slowly with a smile. The warrior dropped to the ground, defeated.
“That was something,” Sato said as he turned to face the fallen warrior. He stepped over to him cautiously. He grabbed the warrior’s chainmail by the back of the neck and lifted him. Sato gasped in horror.
The warrior’s grip tightened on his sword and swung it around, slicing Sato across the chest. Sato twisted through the air and landed on his back, letting out a painful cry. The warrior stood over him. He was headless. The crevice in the neck of the chainmail revealed no body inside the armor.
Sato sat up on his elbows, staring at the warrior. The sword rose and came down fast. In a split second Sato had rolled out of the way. He raised his legs up and sprang to his feet, delivering a quick low kick to the back of the warrior’s knee, taking it to the ground. Sato whipped around fast as the warrior’s hand came into the air and he kicked the sword out of its palm.
Sato stood back from the warrior and waited. The warrior didn’t move. The chainmail suddenly went flat.
“Looks like you won,” Ryomaru said.
Sato looked down at his chest. Blood slowly oozed down his front. He wiped a finger gently over the wound, wincing at the pain. “At least it’s not that deep.”
“You got lucky,” commented Ryomaru. “That thing pulled its attack.”
Sato looked around at Ryomaru in surprise. “It pulled its attack? How do you know?”
“I saw it, of course. Just before it connected, it loosened its grip and pulled back its shoulder.”
Sato looked back at the armor. “Well, it’s just a pile of armor now.”
“You should probably put it on. It can at least protect you from some attacks, and cover that wound on your chest.”
Sato nodded and pulled on the armor over his chest. He put on the plate leggings over his jeans and looked around for his sword. He went for it. Suddenly something hit him hard from behind, sending him forward. A loud cry filled the floor. Sato turned back quick and saw Ryomaru collapse to one knee, sweat dripping down his face.
“Ryomaru!” Sato cried.
“Stay back!” Ryomaru replied, holding up a hand. He stood and faced the stairs where two people approached.
It was Risa and Totsa, the phantom siblings. Their masks were removed, and their hoods pulled back. Their cloaks dragged across the ground. They walked hand in hand, smiling back and forth at Ryomaru and Sato.
“Look what the cat dragged in,” Totsa said. “Who would’ve thought they’d make it this far?”
“I know,” said Risa. “Kaiban said he expected a lot from this kid, and here he’s beaten two deadly beasts.”
Sato narrowed his eyes. “I get what’s going on,” he said darkly. “First I find my grandpa’s sword in that giant thing downstairs. Next, this set of armor refuses to kill me by pulling back an attack that surely would have finished me.”
“So this boy has a brain, does he?” Totsa said.
“Why would you do this?” Sato asked. “You’ve been helping us. Why? What’s this all about?”
“Kaiban wants to face you himself,” Risa replied. “But here’s the thing: we’ve decided that we don’t want that. Kaiban has so much to prepare for our domination over Japan, so we’re not allowing you to pass any further.”
Ryomaru brandished his sword. “Your fight is with me,” he said. “Leave the boy out of this.”
Totsa grinned as he lowered his eyes. “If you insist.”
“Are you okay?” Ryomaru asked.
Sato nodded, gripping his sword tight. “I’m fine, just worried about my grandpa.”
The door opened and Sato and Ryomaru stepped out. The observation deck was unchanged. Outside the windows, though, was the second floor of the castle. Hasu transformed and Ryomaru held him fast, sending a burst of clear energy out, shattering the glass.
Sato and Ryomaru headed through the broken windows. The second floor was much different from the first. The room was brightly lit. Pillars lined the walls. The outside of the observation deck was lined by red carpeting. As Sato and Ryomaru circled the deck, they found a long carpet that led toward a circling flight of stairs.
“That must be our way to the top,” Sato said. “Hurry, let’s go!”
“Wait!” Ryomaru called out, but Sato didn’t stop.
An arrow shot through the air, piercing Sato’s left tricep. He fell to the ground fast, clutching his arm and crying in pain. Sato glanced around through tearful eyes and saw someone wearing a chainmail vest and plate leggings walking toward him, a bow strung over its shoulder, a long sword at its side.
“I told you to wait,” Ryomaru said as he stood beside Sato.
The warrior stopped and stared through his helmet at the two. He slowly lifted a finger and pointed. Sato’s eyes widened. “You mean me?” he asked, and the warrior nodded. The warrior tossed his bow aside and drew his sword, holding it erect in one hand.
“Stay down,” Ryomaru told Sato as he blocked him from the warrior. “You can’t fight with that wound.”
Sato gripped the arrow still in his arm. Gritting his teeth and, crying loud in pain, he pulled the arrow from his arm, blood spilling to the ground. He stood, picking up his sword. “I can fight,” he said stubbornly. “If it’s me he wants, then so be it!”
Ryomaru smiled, impressed by the attitude he showed now compared to a few minutes ago. He stepped aside, allowing Sato to fight.
Sato slowly stepped forward. He knew he was crazy for doing this, but Ryomaru was there to help if it got ugly. Sato dragged the blade of his sword across the ground and brought it upright. He was only able to use his right arm; the feeling in his left arm was disappearing and he found his muscles not responding.
The warrior charged. He came down with a hard slash. Sato parried fast, but the force threw him off his feet. He slid on his rear across the ground. He got to one knee before the warrior attacked again. Sato parried as best he could as he climbed to both feet. The warrior reversed his sword and jabbed Sato hard in the chest with the golden hilt. Sato flew across the ground again, landing hard on his back, the air from his lungs gone.
The warrior came down at Sato quick. A clang of metal on metal rang over the floor as the sword released from the warriors hand and clattered to the ground several feet away. Ryomaru was standing between the warrior and Sato again, brandishing his sword.
“It’s not honorable to attack a man when he’s down,” Ryomaru said and the warrior backed up.
Ryomaru looked at Sato. “Are you sure you’re all right?” Ryomaru asked.
“Not really,” Sato replied as he stood. “It’s difficult to fight one-handed. Could you give me a minute?” Sato added to the warrior. The warrior nodded and went for his sword.
Sato set his sword down and pulled off his shirt, using it as a bandage for his left arm. Any more blood loss and he would faint. He was quite glad that the warrior was allowing him to take this breather.
“You’re in no condition to fight,” Ryomaru said, “not now, and probably not for a few months. You should just go home.”
“No!” Sato exclaimed angrily. “My grandpa needs me. I won’t give up. I can still fight; it’ll just take me a minute to be ready.”
“You can’t wield a sword properly with one hand.”
Sato grabbed his sword and straightened. “I’ll be fine, don’t worry!”
Ryomaru nodded and stood aside once more.
Sato staggered forward, watching the warrior through blurry eyes. “I can do this,” he said softly. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the tough training that his grandpa had put him through his entire life. He felt a sudden surge of energy stream through him as he thought of the countless hours he trained with his grandpa.
“Sato!” said Ryomaru in a surprised voice.
Sato opened his eyes and found himself surprised as well. A white aura was flowing around him, emanating from the sword he held. “It’s Teshi’s sword,” he said. “What’s it doing?”
“It seems like that sword has some power of its own,” Ryomaru said. “Put it to good use, Sato.”
Sato nodded. The white aura slowly grew into a swirl that completely engulfed him. He could feel his body reenergizing. Even the feeling of his left arm was returning. It began to itch as it healed itself, the blood that soaked his shirt drying and cracking.
“This power,” Sato said as he glared over his sword. “It feels … remarkable.”
The warrior had enough waiting. He charged at Sato with lightning speed. Sato found that he unbelievably blocked the attack. The warrior stood over him, forcing Sato to one knee. A surge of power shot through Sato’s body and he threw the warrior backwards. Sato shot swiftly at him. The warrior was on his feet again quick and parried Sato. The two exchanged fast blows. Sato ducked under the warrior’s sword and smacked the flat of his blade against the warriors back. The warrior staggered forward and turned as Sato rushed him once more. The warrior came hard with a punch to Sato’s gut. Sato slid backwards, but remained on his feet.
Sato shook his head and smiled. The warrior slid his blade across the ground as he raced at Sato. Sato parried with the flat of his blade and spun fast, coming behind the warrior and trying for a powerful strike. The warrior countered easily with amazing swordsmanship, throwing Sato back and sending his sword through the air. The warrior turned fast, his sword swinging around. Sato leapt quick, landing on the blade of the warrior’s sword. He extended a foot, kicking the warrior in the head with all his might.
Sato landed on the ground behind the warrior. The helmet landed on the ground nearby, a large dent in the front from Sato’s kick. Sato looked around slowly with a smile. The warrior dropped to the ground, defeated.
“That was something,” Sato said as he turned to face the fallen warrior. He stepped over to him cautiously. He grabbed the warrior’s chainmail by the back of the neck and lifted him. Sato gasped in horror.
The warrior’s grip tightened on his sword and swung it around, slicing Sato across the chest. Sato twisted through the air and landed on his back, letting out a painful cry. The warrior stood over him. He was headless. The crevice in the neck of the chainmail revealed no body inside the armor.
Sato sat up on his elbows, staring at the warrior. The sword rose and came down fast. In a split second Sato had rolled out of the way. He raised his legs up and sprang to his feet, delivering a quick low kick to the back of the warrior’s knee, taking it to the ground. Sato whipped around fast as the warrior’s hand came into the air and he kicked the sword out of its palm.
Sato stood back from the warrior and waited. The warrior didn’t move. The chainmail suddenly went flat.
“Looks like you won,” Ryomaru said.
Sato looked down at his chest. Blood slowly oozed down his front. He wiped a finger gently over the wound, wincing at the pain. “At least it’s not that deep.”
“You got lucky,” commented Ryomaru. “That thing pulled its attack.”
Sato looked around at Ryomaru in surprise. “It pulled its attack? How do you know?”
“I saw it, of course. Just before it connected, it loosened its grip and pulled back its shoulder.”
Sato looked back at the armor. “Well, it’s just a pile of armor now.”
“You should probably put it on. It can at least protect you from some attacks, and cover that wound on your chest.”
Sato nodded and pulled on the armor over his chest. He put on the plate leggings over his jeans and looked around for his sword. He went for it. Suddenly something hit him hard from behind, sending him forward. A loud cry filled the floor. Sato turned back quick and saw Ryomaru collapse to one knee, sweat dripping down his face.
“Ryomaru!” Sato cried.
“Stay back!” Ryomaru replied, holding up a hand. He stood and faced the stairs where two people approached.
It was Risa and Totsa, the phantom siblings. Their masks were removed, and their hoods pulled back. Their cloaks dragged across the ground. They walked hand in hand, smiling back and forth at Ryomaru and Sato.
“Look what the cat dragged in,” Totsa said. “Who would’ve thought they’d make it this far?”
“I know,” said Risa. “Kaiban said he expected a lot from this kid, and here he’s beaten two deadly beasts.”
Sato narrowed his eyes. “I get what’s going on,” he said darkly. “First I find my grandpa’s sword in that giant thing downstairs. Next, this set of armor refuses to kill me by pulling back an attack that surely would have finished me.”
“So this boy has a brain, does he?” Totsa said.
“Why would you do this?” Sato asked. “You’ve been helping us. Why? What’s this all about?”
“Kaiban wants to face you himself,” Risa replied. “But here’s the thing: we’ve decided that we don’t want that. Kaiban has so much to prepare for our domination over Japan, so we’re not allowing you to pass any further.”
Ryomaru brandished his sword. “Your fight is with me,” he said. “Leave the boy out of this.”
Totsa grinned as he lowered his eyes. “If you insist.”