jigglyskitt
SNEAK ATTACK
Chapter #001/Enter: Trent Zarona
Trent lunged backward as an oncoming attack all but connected with his torso. He put his right foot behind him and held it strong to sustain his balance. He looked his opponent directly in the eyes. His foe was a bulky man who wielded a giant axe. He wore a black tank top and a pair of tight jeans. Trent eyed him cautiously, anticipating his next attack.
"Die!" the man yelled as he leaped towards Trent, heaving his axe forward. Not a second too soon, Trent lifted his sword and blocked the assault. He felt the weight of the man crashing against his own, and he knew he was losing. Trent's next move came almost automatically. He ducked under the weight of the man and maneuvered around his massive physique. Before the bulky man knew what had happened, Trent was behind him, ready to finish him off.
"Art of the flare blade!" Trent called out as an inferno began to circle around his sword. He held it up in hopes of ending the battle, when suddenly, it all stopped.
"Trent! Wake UP!" a woman's voice screamed. Trent's eyes flung open as he felt two violent hands shaking his body. He screamed and flailed about in his bed until he noticed it was all a dream. He looked at the woman who was shaking him. It was his sister, Roxanne.
Roxanne was an attractive young woman, at the age of only twenty years. She had shoulder-length silver hair, and a smile that would brighten anyone's day. She wore a light blue tube-top with a short black skirt, and a pair of black leg warmers. A giant, black hammer (her weapon of choice) was strapped to her back. Her eyes burned into Trent's with a great anger.
"GOD DAMMIT, TRENT! WE'RE GONNA BE LATE!" she screamed. Trent looked to his alarm clock.
"Oh my god, the tournament!" Trent immediately jumped out of his bed and ran to his dresser.
"Trent, if we miss the ship, I'm gonna kick your *** so hard you'll wish you'd never been born!" Roxanne stomped out of the room and headed down the stairs.
It wasn't unlike Roxanne to behave this way. She had always been a little crazy. As long as Trent had known her, she was crazy. You really couldn't blame her. She had a tough life. Her mother died because of birth complications when she was born,. When she was just four, she found Trent, and her father immediately took him in. When she was ten, her father died of sickness. That left her to parent a six-year-old Trent at the age of only ten years. Luckily, though, her father's wealth and good fortune was able to help Roxanne and Trent live a somewhat-healthy life in their hometown of Raia-Shin.
Now, ten years later, Trent was sixteen, and aspiring to be a master of weapon arts. Fighting had always been a part of his life. Other kids in the village never seemed to like Trent, and therefore, he was prone to getting in fights.
Trent dug through his dresser for a certain pair of pants. He threw clothes all over the room until he finally found them. He slipped them on and looked at himself in the mirror.
"Damn, I'm hot." he told himself, winking at his reflection. Trent had medium-length, spiky, white hair and blue eyes. He threw on a gray tank top and a leather jacket and looked to his desk. There sat a picture of Trent's father. He picked it up, "Dad, today is the day my old life ends, and my new life begins. The day I become a real, live fighter. I'm going to make you proud, dad." He set the picture back down on his desk and headed down the stairs.
"Hurry your slow *** up, Trent. We're gonna be late!" Roxanne screamed from the front doorway. Trent grabbed his sword, strapped it to his back, and followed his sister out the door.
The village of Raia-Shin was quite populous. Villagers roamed the streets in pursuit of food items at markets. It wasn't exactly the richest of villages, but it did fine. Trent and Roxanne ignored all of this and made haste towards the port.
"Trent, the ship's leaving in like, two seconds. Hurry up!" Roxanne pestered.
"Well we wouldn't be running late if you had woken me up earlier!"
"Maybe you can wake up yourself, dumbass!"
"Shut up!"
"YOU shut up!" Roxanne screamed as she turned around and smashed Trent's face in. That was a sign that the argument was over. Trent mumbled as he got up. Without a word, Roxanne turned around and began running towards the ship. Trent immediately followed.
They came to a gate in front of the ship entrance. The last passengers were already making their way onto the ship. Roxanne handed the receptionist two tickets. He examined them, reached into the drawer of his desk, and pulled out a key. "You are room C-4. Here's your key."* Roxanne took the key and led her brother up the ramp to the ship with little time to spare. The ship began moving seconds after their boarding. Trent made a sigh of relief as they both panted, trying to catch their breath.
"That would have been a lot easier if you'd just gotten up." Roxanne scolded, folding her arms in front of her chest.
"Someone's on her period." Trent mumbled to himself.
"I HEARD THAT, YOU DICK!" she screamed as she whipped around and kicked Trent square in the groin. Trent collapsed to the floor of the ship. The pain caused a single tear to fall from his eye. Suddenly, a voice echoed out from a nearby speaker.
"ATTENTION ALL TOURNAMENT PARTICIPANTS. PLEASE REPORT TO THE BOW OF THE SHIP IMMIDIATELY. THAT IS ALL."
Trent got up and walked to the front of the ship with his sister. They arrived to see a giant assembly set up, with ten rows of velvet seats, all full of people. There was a big stage in front of the chairs with a small podium. They made their way down the aisle and sat down. A man in an expensive-looking tuxedo walked up to the podium and began speaking.
"Greetings, tournament participants, and welcome to the 3rd annual Takanawa Weapon Arts Tournament!" a round of applause was heard from the crowd. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Doctor J. R. Baken, the CEO and judge of the tournament. But I'm sure you don't care about me, right?" A laugh echoed out from the audience.
"Man, this guy is cheesy." Trent whispered to Roxanne.
"Shut up, I'm trying to hear him!" she snapped back.
"Without further ado, here is the man himself, Mr. Takanawa!" a second round of applause was heard as an aging man made his way to the podium. He shook hands with Dr. Baken, and began to speak into the microphone.
"First of all I'd like to thank you all for coming here. It really is an honor to see so many great fighters together. This year, the tournament will be bigger and better than ever. As you may know, the tournament is set on Takanawa Island, about thirty miles east from here. Now, there are about 200 of you here right now, but guess what?" he paused. "Only sixteen of you will actually fight on the island." A round of gasps sounded off from the crowd.
"Why the crap does this guy have to act like he's some stupid reality show host?" Trent remarked.
"Yes, you heard me right. The preliminaries of the tournament will be fought right here on this very ship. When we finally reach the island, only sixteen of you will be left. You will meet up on the island with three other groups of sixteen, where the actual tournament will take place. That is, of course, if you can make it to the tournament. The preliminaries will begin tomorrow. Your tournament schedules are in your respective rooms. That's all I have to say. Let’s make this tournament a good one!" with that, Mr. Takanawa left the podium and exited the stage. All the passengers left for their rooms.
***
So, getting off to quite a start, would you not agree? Well, if you liked this at all, you're going to love the rest of it. Until next chapter, adios.
Special thanks to Yami Ryu (Renegade) for helping me come up with the name "Raia-Shin".
Trent lunged backward as an oncoming attack all but connected with his torso. He put his right foot behind him and held it strong to sustain his balance. He looked his opponent directly in the eyes. His foe was a bulky man who wielded a giant axe. He wore a black tank top and a pair of tight jeans. Trent eyed him cautiously, anticipating his next attack.
"Die!" the man yelled as he leaped towards Trent, heaving his axe forward. Not a second too soon, Trent lifted his sword and blocked the assault. He felt the weight of the man crashing against his own, and he knew he was losing. Trent's next move came almost automatically. He ducked under the weight of the man and maneuvered around his massive physique. Before the bulky man knew what had happened, Trent was behind him, ready to finish him off.
"Art of the flare blade!" Trent called out as an inferno began to circle around his sword. He held it up in hopes of ending the battle, when suddenly, it all stopped.
"Trent! Wake UP!" a woman's voice screamed. Trent's eyes flung open as he felt two violent hands shaking his body. He screamed and flailed about in his bed until he noticed it was all a dream. He looked at the woman who was shaking him. It was his sister, Roxanne.
Roxanne was an attractive young woman, at the age of only twenty years. She had shoulder-length silver hair, and a smile that would brighten anyone's day. She wore a light blue tube-top with a short black skirt, and a pair of black leg warmers. A giant, black hammer (her weapon of choice) was strapped to her back. Her eyes burned into Trent's with a great anger.
"GOD DAMMIT, TRENT! WE'RE GONNA BE LATE!" she screamed. Trent looked to his alarm clock.
"Oh my god, the tournament!" Trent immediately jumped out of his bed and ran to his dresser.
"Trent, if we miss the ship, I'm gonna kick your *** so hard you'll wish you'd never been born!" Roxanne stomped out of the room and headed down the stairs.
It wasn't unlike Roxanne to behave this way. She had always been a little crazy. As long as Trent had known her, she was crazy. You really couldn't blame her. She had a tough life. Her mother died because of birth complications when she was born,. When she was just four, she found Trent, and her father immediately took him in. When she was ten, her father died of sickness. That left her to parent a six-year-old Trent at the age of only ten years. Luckily, though, her father's wealth and good fortune was able to help Roxanne and Trent live a somewhat-healthy life in their hometown of Raia-Shin.
Now, ten years later, Trent was sixteen, and aspiring to be a master of weapon arts. Fighting had always been a part of his life. Other kids in the village never seemed to like Trent, and therefore, he was prone to getting in fights.
Trent dug through his dresser for a certain pair of pants. He threw clothes all over the room until he finally found them. He slipped them on and looked at himself in the mirror.
"Damn, I'm hot." he told himself, winking at his reflection. Trent had medium-length, spiky, white hair and blue eyes. He threw on a gray tank top and a leather jacket and looked to his desk. There sat a picture of Trent's father. He picked it up, "Dad, today is the day my old life ends, and my new life begins. The day I become a real, live fighter. I'm going to make you proud, dad." He set the picture back down on his desk and headed down the stairs.
"Hurry your slow *** up, Trent. We're gonna be late!" Roxanne screamed from the front doorway. Trent grabbed his sword, strapped it to his back, and followed his sister out the door.
The village of Raia-Shin was quite populous. Villagers roamed the streets in pursuit of food items at markets. It wasn't exactly the richest of villages, but it did fine. Trent and Roxanne ignored all of this and made haste towards the port.
"Trent, the ship's leaving in like, two seconds. Hurry up!" Roxanne pestered.
"Well we wouldn't be running late if you had woken me up earlier!"
"Maybe you can wake up yourself, dumbass!"
"Shut up!"
"YOU shut up!" Roxanne screamed as she turned around and smashed Trent's face in. That was a sign that the argument was over. Trent mumbled as he got up. Without a word, Roxanne turned around and began running towards the ship. Trent immediately followed.
They came to a gate in front of the ship entrance. The last passengers were already making their way onto the ship. Roxanne handed the receptionist two tickets. He examined them, reached into the drawer of his desk, and pulled out a key. "You are room C-4. Here's your key."* Roxanne took the key and led her brother up the ramp to the ship with little time to spare. The ship began moving seconds after their boarding. Trent made a sigh of relief as they both panted, trying to catch their breath.
"That would have been a lot easier if you'd just gotten up." Roxanne scolded, folding her arms in front of her chest.
"Someone's on her period." Trent mumbled to himself.
"I HEARD THAT, YOU DICK!" she screamed as she whipped around and kicked Trent square in the groin. Trent collapsed to the floor of the ship. The pain caused a single tear to fall from his eye. Suddenly, a voice echoed out from a nearby speaker.
"ATTENTION ALL TOURNAMENT PARTICIPANTS. PLEASE REPORT TO THE BOW OF THE SHIP IMMIDIATELY. THAT IS ALL."
Trent got up and walked to the front of the ship with his sister. They arrived to see a giant assembly set up, with ten rows of velvet seats, all full of people. There was a big stage in front of the chairs with a small podium. They made their way down the aisle and sat down. A man in an expensive-looking tuxedo walked up to the podium and began speaking.
"Greetings, tournament participants, and welcome to the 3rd annual Takanawa Weapon Arts Tournament!" a round of applause was heard from the crowd. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Doctor J. R. Baken, the CEO and judge of the tournament. But I'm sure you don't care about me, right?" A laugh echoed out from the audience.
"Man, this guy is cheesy." Trent whispered to Roxanne.
"Shut up, I'm trying to hear him!" she snapped back.
"Without further ado, here is the man himself, Mr. Takanawa!" a second round of applause was heard as an aging man made his way to the podium. He shook hands with Dr. Baken, and began to speak into the microphone.
"First of all I'd like to thank you all for coming here. It really is an honor to see so many great fighters together. This year, the tournament will be bigger and better than ever. As you may know, the tournament is set on Takanawa Island, about thirty miles east from here. Now, there are about 200 of you here right now, but guess what?" he paused. "Only sixteen of you will actually fight on the island." A round of gasps sounded off from the crowd.
"Why the crap does this guy have to act like he's some stupid reality show host?" Trent remarked.
"Yes, you heard me right. The preliminaries of the tournament will be fought right here on this very ship. When we finally reach the island, only sixteen of you will be left. You will meet up on the island with three other groups of sixteen, where the actual tournament will take place. That is, of course, if you can make it to the tournament. The preliminaries will begin tomorrow. Your tournament schedules are in your respective rooms. That's all I have to say. Let’s make this tournament a good one!" with that, Mr. Takanawa left the podium and exited the stage. All the passengers left for their rooms.
***
So, getting off to quite a start, would you not agree? Well, if you liked this at all, you're going to love the rest of it. Until next chapter, adios.
Special thanks to Yami Ryu (Renegade) for helping me come up with the name "Raia-Shin".
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