Light Fang
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(Warning for more mature class of reader.)
Chapter 1 Having had adapted…
Rules to staying alive in a strange place:
1. Stay away from anything in a lab that reads "Keep Out."
2. Don’t go inside because you might not come out.
3. If you find yourself sent to a strange place, adapt quick or die where you stand...
...If I had only thought of this before, I would still be on that school field trip back at home three months ago...
“I still can’t believe it. Three months--that is how long I’ve been here in rural Japan. It is nice but plagued with demons, some good but tons of evil ones. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for those demon hunters taking me in and teaching me to wield a sword…”
I had been sent back in time to this rural Japan place. I’ve been attacked by demons but I got saved and they took me in as one of them. I’ve met some nice male and female half-demons who had both a human and demon parent. I’ve learned to wield a sword as both defense and offense. I’ve seen bloodshed from both my team and my prey. The deaths themselves have been bloody and horribly disturbing, caused by both cold steel and demonic beasts' claws that tear the victim apart and teeth that shred through bones. Now I’m sitting near the corpse of a snake demon, a Nāga, who's blood is still running down it's scales. Its life has long left its body but I stare at the blood staining the ground and my blade. It’s the fifth one today to fall to my blade and it has been taking the attention of the head demon hunter.
“Ah Zack, you have improved my son,” he says to me.
“You’re not my father, and I am not your son. I’m an outsider that shouldn’t even be here,” I say back.
“I know, it’s just that you’ve been so down lately I thought that would cheer you up...Where are you going?”
“For a walk; maybe it will clear my head.”
“Ok be safe...Young demon slayer,” he tells me before I head off.
The more demons I’ve slayed, the more I miss home, where my friends wouldn’t die at the fate of their own blades or to claws. I couldn’t take seeing all that blood flying the first month, but now it doesn’t make me flinch, I’ve been covered in demon blood and sweat. My heart hurts, my blood runs cold, and my fears take grasp when I’m in battle, because it might be the last breath I’ll breathe. In these fights the loser always loses their life and I might never find a way to return home.
“Every battle makes me stronger physically but also weakens me on a mental level…”
{SNAP!}
“Who’s there!?”
“DIE YOUNG DEMON SLAYER!”
“HA!”
“EUUUUUUAGH!”
I quickly turn with a lighting speed whipping my blade around with me to slice the Nāga, who had planned to kill me by pouncing at me, but they snapped a branch alerting me of their presence. I killed them with one sweep of my blade, and as the severed torso flies away from its body, the blood squirting out of it stains the blade of my sword, my arms, and even my face. I remained motionless to show that I did not fear them.
“51… that makes the fifty-first demon that I have killed ever since becoming a demon slayer. I show no fear. I show no regret for it is the demons that make the mistake and attack the one they can’t beat,” I say, showing no emotion in my voice.
I think that my life is hard having to fight to survive or spend the rest of my life as a slave for a demon or be killed in cold blood by them, but there are other dimensions with others who live much harsher lives than me…
“It’s useless to dwell on this. I have to move on. Where there is one demon, there is usually a large group,” I say, running off.
I dash off into the sinking sunset, slicing my way through another twenty-eight demons. As I run in a heroic manner in another dimension, someone is running away in fear for their life…
To be continued...
Chapter 1 Having had adapted…
Rules to staying alive in a strange place:
1. Stay away from anything in a lab that reads "Keep Out."
2. Don’t go inside because you might not come out.
3. If you find yourself sent to a strange place, adapt quick or die where you stand...
...If I had only thought of this before, I would still be on that school field trip back at home three months ago...
“I still can’t believe it. Three months--that is how long I’ve been here in rural Japan. It is nice but plagued with demons, some good but tons of evil ones. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for those demon hunters taking me in and teaching me to wield a sword…”
I had been sent back in time to this rural Japan place. I’ve been attacked by demons but I got saved and they took me in as one of them. I’ve met some nice male and female half-demons who had both a human and demon parent. I’ve learned to wield a sword as both defense and offense. I’ve seen bloodshed from both my team and my prey. The deaths themselves have been bloody and horribly disturbing, caused by both cold steel and demonic beasts' claws that tear the victim apart and teeth that shred through bones. Now I’m sitting near the corpse of a snake demon, a Nāga, who's blood is still running down it's scales. Its life has long left its body but I stare at the blood staining the ground and my blade. It’s the fifth one today to fall to my blade and it has been taking the attention of the head demon hunter.
“Ah Zack, you have improved my son,” he says to me.
“You’re not my father, and I am not your son. I’m an outsider that shouldn’t even be here,” I say back.
“I know, it’s just that you’ve been so down lately I thought that would cheer you up...Where are you going?”
“For a walk; maybe it will clear my head.”
“Ok be safe...Young demon slayer,” he tells me before I head off.
The more demons I’ve slayed, the more I miss home, where my friends wouldn’t die at the fate of their own blades or to claws. I couldn’t take seeing all that blood flying the first month, but now it doesn’t make me flinch, I’ve been covered in demon blood and sweat. My heart hurts, my blood runs cold, and my fears take grasp when I’m in battle, because it might be the last breath I’ll breathe. In these fights the loser always loses their life and I might never find a way to return home.
“Every battle makes me stronger physically but also weakens me on a mental level…”
{SNAP!}
“Who’s there!?”
“DIE YOUNG DEMON SLAYER!”
“HA!”
“EUUUUUUAGH!”
I quickly turn with a lighting speed whipping my blade around with me to slice the Nāga, who had planned to kill me by pouncing at me, but they snapped a branch alerting me of their presence. I killed them with one sweep of my blade, and as the severed torso flies away from its body, the blood squirting out of it stains the blade of my sword, my arms, and even my face. I remained motionless to show that I did not fear them.
“51… that makes the fifty-first demon that I have killed ever since becoming a demon slayer. I show no fear. I show no regret for it is the demons that make the mistake and attack the one they can’t beat,” I say, showing no emotion in my voice.
I think that my life is hard having to fight to survive or spend the rest of my life as a slave for a demon or be killed in cold blood by them, but there are other dimensions with others who live much harsher lives than me…
“It’s useless to dwell on this. I have to move on. Where there is one demon, there is usually a large group,” I say, running off.
I dash off into the sinking sunset, slicing my way through another twenty-eight demons. As I run in a heroic manner in another dimension, someone is running away in fear for their life…
To be continued...
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