SHIROHAKU SPACEBOUND WORLDWIDE.

My father said that a man always has to do, what he has to, to survive, especially survive for his family.

I woke up from a terror, A nightmare from that night.

I still never remember how I made it out of that fight. But when Shiro woke up, the first thing he did was swear he would see him again.

Shiro had lost everything. His mother was dead. His brothers and sisters were dead. He had nothing left. Nothing but the misery of being alone, and the pressure to fix what was wrong, along with the night terrors.

He would flashback to trying to carry his brother out of the fire, but burning them both. Struggling to carry him but forced to patiently get through the fire.

His brother died in his arms halfway there.

It was a new day, and Shiro hadn’t stopped at any of the villages he had seen, not even to eat. At this point Shiro could run up to forty or fifty miles per hours.

He was pretty quick but still he only had passed three or four villages, and no Surewea. When he finally stops from the unbearable hunger pains, he finds himself in the hidden village of Daikendend. A bigger village than his own, but not the biggest village Shiro had seen. (Even though it was.)

In Daikendend village they held a parade every year to celebrate the pride of the village, teaching the kids about the background of the village.

Their was many people, merchant sellers, villagers, and people telling the story of Daikendend for spare change.

So Shiro sat quietly as intrigued as can be by the history of the village,and when the parade came at night fall, the whole village flooded down the streets, filling the night sky with their Saturn orange lanterns. A million of hem in the sky. The vision of this purely made Shiro feel so much better, as he s,lied up at the night sky.

The parade had a elegant purple and blue lead everything blending into a sunset of a horizon still being painted orange by the lanterns, then a beautiful scarlet red lead the way for the beautiful dancers matching in red clothing, and women of the bath houses also were apart of the parade, Shiro smiled to himself thinking about getting the chance to meet ONE of the beautiful clan whores.

As the parade continued he ended up trailing along a amazingly beautiful cart that had a banner that read “You are not alone In a beautiful blue lettering, on black background. The held their lights and lit up the entire scene, as it glowed a haze of white and blue the white and blue cart, trailed forward, Shiro followed the cart slowly but surely as he started to drown in the sea of people. Was the cart going to get away?

A little panic rushed over Shiro, he had never had anything, was he going to loose this too? People that clearly stood taller than the sixteen year old, blocked the way as many people stood not really paying attention to the lost child all alone.

They stood there laughing and cheering, as the carts made their way and Shiro’s vision on the cart was going on and out, as he clearly was loosing sight of the beautiful glowing cart.

“YOU CAN START ALL OVER IF YOU WANT TO!” Someone called, “WHENEVER YOU WANT TO..!”

Shiro let out a deep sigh as he looked back for a moment to see what he heard.

There were a ton of people and Shiro really did feel lost. He turns around and the cart is gone.

In the world of the ninja realm, in the realm of the demon realm, power moves were are what keep you alive. Everyone has at least two, and a person with only one? Was probably more deadly than the person with several.

A long look back at the history of the shinobi that trained in the way of the killer, vs the ninja that trained the way of the path.

All ninja, rouge and the trained men that called themselves shinobi all of them collected their special abilities in honor, where there was no honor in the game of kill or be killed they respected those who trained after them, it made them legends, and the more people that followed? Made you infamous.

IN THE EARLY 1700s, ninja, and shinobi all trained relentlessly to become powerful, in war they pledged their Loyalty to the kill, and without hesitation they would do it, it wasn’t until the leader Katama Hitakate, that ninja and shinobi swore their allegiance against he demon, he was the first shinobi gone rouge to become a half demon in a era when it became very popular. He was very powerful and very unnoticed until the village Hiragana asked for his loyalty and slaughter his village, many blamed Katama for the fall of his village and most of the survivors didn’t truly feel that way so they pledged their loyalty to him and he protected them.

After years of trying to start over in the demon realm, a great demon named Jira was released into the human realm, and Katama was the only one who could protect the village.

At war he battled hard killing thousands of demons that stood in his way. But he only fell to his knees after fighting off a thousand demons at once, unable to stop the rule of Jira the demon.

It wasn’t until he 1800s that warriors like Kira, Tarsus, and Omi, lived in the era of the rouge shinobi. Each one challenged and pushed the boundaries of the human ninja everyday, unknowingly their power would be used against them later on after their death.

The tinkaiketsu, a powerful physical attack that strength to the chi of the user,

It started of with a significant thirteen that knew the attack. They were all from a clan of physical killers, now learning peace in the path of the shinobi. Brothers, the thirteen knew that they would play a big part in each others lives but not only that, they would play a big part in history. After growing older they each grew their own families, started their own clans, and after banning together to financially save their village, they joined together to teach the next generation the shinobi way.

You see in this time shinobi generations would only come around every third generation, if the village was successful then they would raise ninja every seventh generation. But after the oldest dies, they see it a a opportunity to spread, but after months had passed they disagreed about the village and seperated to fulfill their own village and the goals they saw fit for a new generation.

Many young adults wanted to learn the Tenkaiketsu but unknowingly each of the twelve knew they would save the power move to teach it to someone special.

Many of the ones that learned the moves in the decades that passed were very memorable warriors.

One that went down in history was Kira, who learned the tenkaiketsu at Sixteen, he was a legendary warrior, who protected the world from the demon Shiramatsu and the greatest demon of their time, Makia The king of demons.

Kira was a great legendary ninja, and many ninja and shinobi knew his famous move, the Hiketen Thunder strike. It was a fury of lightning striking the opponent in a blast of electricity as energy. As the move spread around the harder it became to learn it, and the move challenged your body, as well as your Chi.

This move wasn’t just another power move but it was the strength that Kira harnessed. As he trained this move, and continues to train it, far after he learned it. He built up his body as well as his strength along the lines of practicing the mere movement of the skill it took could kill any obvious opponent, let alone the sheer strike of the pressure of the thunderous strike.

Soon Kira learned to use it with both hands in a fury of fast punches, if he landed one touch he could kill you.

And then there was Ekeil who trained the fastest in his generation, he could learn a power move in a matter of weeks and learned from every ,master in the dojo, some teachers even became jealous of him slandering his name for filth because he ok advantage of the teachers to become powerful.

Light on his feet, and the quickest in his class, Ekeil knew most of he moves in his time by his he time h graduated after 9 years of training.

He explored his options in work and was even offered a special spot on the task force, that initially worked for the government, but when he turned it down all his teachers worried that, he was going to begin to make bad choices, in his new found power.

He eventually choose to be a freelance shinobi working for money to help the poor. He did that for many years and trained up others to be in his likeness. He soon retired to his own temple he raised himself, teaching the youth everything they needed to know if they weren’t apart of the generation of raised shinobi.

He was the greatest shinobi of the time, just like Kira.

After a dark age of the rule of Jira, man fell away, and there was nothing but demon to high rule the land. In which the demon Jira ruled over all, until Katama went to war for what he loved.

In the red Forrest, also known as the blood forrest of the west, everyone knew that it let out into the cliffs, also known as the heights, Katama fought his way through to the far side of the heights, battling many teams of demons, fighting them off in waves, but no one could stop him, or match his speed. When he faced Jira, he stood in front of a thousand more demons, Katama who was determined to kill Jira with his bare hands swore “I’ll kill you myself with this one move. The Tenkaiketsu.”

He savagely murdered through the demon, in which Jira saw his opponents power for the first time. And when Katama got close enough to make eye contact with Jira, he is held back, by far too many demons to get any closer.

Jira simply responds at this with, “You simple half demon, the Tenkaiketsu will never touch me.” And quickly before anything else could happen, he was grabbed furiously but a huge number of demon, and decapitated.

Shiro found himself being lost after the parade late that night. It was almost morning but still Shiro had nowhere to go for four hours, until sunrise. He ended up wandering around and found himself in front of the BathHouse, he looks up at the golden painted sign hung widely far above his head and the threshold of the door, that read “Jericho’s BathHouse!”

As interesting as that was, though Shiro had no motivation or interests to sneak into the bathhouse to see what was outside. He sighs and rolls his eyes. And then immediately after that three busy looking business men walk out of the giant golden threshold door. Shiro barely looks up as the doors are closing shortly behind them, and all he could see was business men dressed up in suits sitting at tables laughing and drinking alcohol, to the far opposite side, as Shiro made his way through the crowd unsure of why he would bother, but then he saw her. A girl standing at stand, leaning on her right arm, as if she was bored of all the people, her jet black had been braided up into two Chinese buns, and she wore a soft pink kimono,with a golden ribbon around her waist, tied around her to make a giant bow on her back.

The gold shimmered in the red of the interior of the bathhouse, and glimmered in the lights.She was beautiful, and her hair had been done so perfectly it was equally as beautiful, and as she caught Shiro’s eye, she had no clue. Now? Shiro would sneak into the bathhouse, to see the girl his age, and find out why she was there.

It didn’t take long for Shiro’s decision to sneak in, and only came up with how, three seconds later.

Before he knew it, he was inside to realize the building that was so admirable on the outside was far more beautiful than the inside. And their was more than even more than three floors.

So Shiro runs off to find the girl, and not run into anybody important, and he could save the girl, be her hero, Shiro thought to himself, I could be her

As Shiro pushed forward and made it to an empty desk like stand,he wasn’t disappointed, he wouldn’t give up so easy.

He soon found out that the “Hostess” were the ones to help the men find their seats. And so Shiro concluded she was gone showing a man where he can sit.

So Shiro hid tucked quietly under the desk when he finally saw she was coming back. He never realized until he saw her that he was holding his breath the entire time while waiting.

When she returned to the standing spot Shiro was almost hesitant to pop out. But without more than a second of reassurance he does so, and when the girl doesn’t see, a bit surprised at the kid standing there Shiro begins to talk to her.

“Hi, I’m… umm lost, and I think only you can help me.” He tells. “My name is Shiro, and I think I need your help.”

The girl blinks at Shiro introducing herself as Testumi, and not really knowing what else to say, she agrees reluctantly and leads Shiro through the dining room where beautiful women busily rushed through to maintain the crowd.

“I’m Shiro!” Shiro called trailing behind the girl with long jet black hair. She tugged him along as they weaved through the crowd as they headed towards the back of the bathhouse.

“I’m Tetsumi.” She answered firmly. She was struggling to be heard over the loud music, a group of tall women danced by idly, as they smiled and laughed not even noticing Tesumi and what she was doing. A light scent of old lady perfume caught the air gently under Shiro’s nose. They danced between the floral almost clear kimonos as they fluttered in the wind, passing by.

Tetsumi looked back impatiently every once in a while, sighing Shiro could tell she was a rolling her eyes at him, she was pretty quick, and I’m supposed to be the demon, Shiro scoffed to himselfStill trying to keep up.

Then suddenly Testumi stops at big red and gold door. She quickly turns with her back leaning gently touching the door, “First. You can’t tell anybody what you see. Second. None of it is real. Third. A human boy like you should never talk to a real demon.”she demands. Shiro agrees and Tetsumi opens the door behind her, letting out a sharp demon grin. She knew something Shiro did not. She grabs his hand again and they are trailing through the exit of the bathhouse. Shiro thinking “HEY!? But I AM A DEMON!?”

Somewhere else:

“The Raven kingdom has stood tall over this decade, in the smallness of a life time they have idle stood by as the rule of such pitiful demon have come and gone. But I am the realest and ruler of the darkness, and now I say is the time to rise and destroy every kingdom that stands in our way as we destroy the Raven Kingdom.”

The shadow covered figure gestures to his right hand at the use of the dark mysterious land, there stood some of the greatest legends of our time. Standing in front of the villainous stance of a master demon.

“Master has a plan to destroy the Raven Kingdom, and it will take all of you to do it, but whether you agree or if you will stand against us, you will receive this one message from Master Ken.

I’m on will have a choice to defend your village and protect your lives, or die at the hand of master Ken himself.”

There was silence, hen one of them answered. “

It is true that the tyranny of the demon world has been ruling over us, and in return we have been living to smile out of fear, we have been fearful of death, which is no way to live, and as much as… people like you make me sick. It is true, it is an offer I cannot turndown, I don’t think anyone here can deny it.

But if we do what you say you mugshot promise the safety of every village or we will

all turn against you.

We hold the elitist demon shinobi in the world-“

“No I hold the elitist demon shinobi in the world. You.” Ken interrupts.

There was a moment of silence.

“We will do what you say.” Someone else calls out. Their eyes all fall to their feet.

“You have done the right thing..” Ken answers.

And the scene cuts away the the outskirts of the Forrest. Just outside of the suicide Forrest something was happening. A rouge ninja team is being attacked, after spying on hat was happening, and they all were surrounded, one by one the died that day, never reporting to the chaos that was to begin. But somewhere he story had furthered and Shiro is now almost sixteen. So after a year of returning to the same bathhouse Shiro would sneak away during the day, after promising to Testumi he wouldn’t bother her during the day. To see how far he could go. Reaching the outskirts only after his third day of traveling back and forth he wouldn’t tell anyone what he saw, well if he saw anything.

On the fifth day Shiro made plans to travel and how to travel and find the lost city of Surawea. We wrote it on a map he found, he would first travel straight ahead until he found something. He was almost sure to find a path the ninja had made. Or at least find a place where they could rest in the far distance.

If he traveled out that far and in this amount of time, he could find something, and if he didn’t then he would travel west next.the Forrest was all of the surrounding western and eastern area, but it was close to the outskirts of the Forrest so he knew the trees couldn’t last forever.

So he followed the plan in in one day did not feel satisfied to give up traveling north, he didn’t even feel satisfied how far he got. So hat night exhausted and hungry he met with Tetsumi and they talked about everything under the moon. He even realized he was starting to like her a lot. And all he needed in the world was a girl.

That night before the sun began to rise he was following Tetsumi home like he always does, and he learned something about her. She wasn’t scared of the darkness. Even though the village had seen so much torn away from them, she learned from it. And it inspired Shiro to do the same.

The mission grew harder and harder to Ali about the raveling though the day and never telling anybody what he was up too. But then again why should he? Shiro no longer had family. Why should he respect that?

Shiro grew weary from exploring forward and found nothing but what he called the bitter lands. The valley of the canyon Nazareth and the paths that lead up to them, Shiro remembers learning about them during school.

There was three great wars that happened in the eight paths that took place and all of the lead to the death of a village and a single native carrying the way for a new beginning.

He eight paths now represent the seven realms of heaven leading to the deadly valleys and canyons that narrowly no one survived. Shinobi often traveled across to find pay these days they prefer to live on the opposite side.

Shiro remembers learning so much about the paths and wondered which one would lead him to a God that would selfishly expect for a flower to bloom out in the ashes after a fire had spread.

One day Shiro promised himself would find out.

On his way home he found something. But not just something it was exactly what he was looking for, the first path.

Shiro wakes he next morning to voices coming from outside his tent.

“Well he has to be around here somewhere!” one of them argued.

“…umm.” He other voice replied.

It was two boys that sounded as if they were just older than Shiro, as Shiro was thinking this one of the boys interrupted “We have to hurry! Riken said THIS village, somewhere and we have to hurry his life…is in danger.”

All of a sudden the name clicks in Shiro’s head. He rushes to get dressed as the voice grew further away. “WAIT!!” Shiro calls at the two boys.

They stopped where they were and slowly turned around.

He had to go back, to save the human that saved him first.

A/N:

I’M PROUD OF THIS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT ITS SO IMPORTANT IN MY THOUGHT PROCESS. BUT I HAVE TO KILL ALL THAT OFF FOR SOMETHING BETTER.😂 I HAVE GROWN UP WATCHING ANIME AND I ONLY HOPE I DOA GOOD JOB ON THE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT.

AND ALSO THIS POWER MOVE JUST TO BECOME THAT POWER MOVE. THREEPEOPLE WILL KNOW IT.

AND ALSO DECIDED TO CHANGE DIRECTIONS A LITLE BIT, HOPING YOU LIKE IT!

AND I IWAS TOLD BY SOMEONE MAKING UP A LOT OF LANGUAGE IS A GOOD SIGN IN A ANIME. WHAT DO YOU THINK?

I stopped sleeping about a month ago. The village has been in a constant attack, under the foot of the bigger village, Misaharu. And when the other villages saw us as weak, we fell under the control of Misaharu soon other villages fell one by one. After ten or more villages fell at the rule of Misaharu, the other villages blamed our

weakness at their fall and the rise of the city.

I remember on my ninth birthday, when Misaharu invaded for the first time. Their betrayal was foreseen by many. But no matter how the commoners warned our political leaders, the invasion was still unwarned. By the time I was eleven, I learned to adventure off on my own. With nothing left of our village, Zirawea, we were either slaves or rouge ninja ready to battle off the city on our own.

I soon found out about the lost city of Surawea (sure-a-way), a city built to reclaim what was taken for us. A city to help us rebuild. But word soon spread about the myth of the city, and Misaharu let the villagers of Zirawea know that if they dared tried to travel to Surawea they would be killed by hired hitmen that worked for the city.

I dreamt about going there every night for a year and a half. Dreaming of taking my mother and younger brothers and sisters there for safety. My mother had already lost her job and was forced to work for the city as a slave for only 30 yen a day.

Everyday she had to wake up before sunrise and travel there and work aimlessly as a worker moving and lifting heavy shipments with other widower women. My father had been killed in the war when they all thought that we could fight back. It all went wrong.

And as much As I was hurting my mother was even more lost at the loss of her husband of 19 years. And she had five kids to take care of.

At fifteen I didn’t feel so lost in the world. Where was God? Was he real? Was he out there? If he was, then why did he let us become so lost? I wondered this.

I soon took up the sword at a young age and have been training ever since, to free the village from the grip of the evil city.

And thus my story began.

“Shiro, you must stay here and babysit your brothers and sisters today while I work.” His mother insisted. She knew he would run off anyway, his aimless adventure had become addicting to him, to see less of the pain of the village, and you could see it in his eyes. The distance, the pain, regardless of how she felt she had to be stronger for Shiro than she thought, all that he was going through. “I’ll be back in the morning to rest.”she concluded.

“No school?” Shiro confirmed.

“No.”

“You know, if dad was still alive he never would have let you be so cool.” Shiro told her. “He’d be all like; “Shiro you HAVE to go to school.” He mocked in a serious tone.

His mother laughed to herself smiling at the imitation of what an adult is like in Shiro’s mind. Now gazing into the eye, of her now grown up child.

“You turn fifteen in a week..” she suggested, “How does it feel?”

“Like I’m almost on my way out of this hell hole.” Shiro offered right back. Ever since this war started all I can see is us moving faraway and leaving it all behind.” Shiro told her. “It feels like I’m carrying something heavy.” He confessed.

“One day you will save us all.” She whispered, almost to herself.

“That much I DO know for sure.” He replied.

And with that it was time for her to leave.

SOMEWHERE ELSE:

It’s was a cold dark starry night in the abyss, Tetsumi found herself by choice this time, consumed at the dark ominous lighting, as the sky was lit by the stars.

“The stars have aligned.” She told herself. “That boy demon, will be here soon. And I will travel with him to free the land from the devilish grip of the city and it’s people.”

“The prophecy had told, you have fallen in love?” A voice tempted her, with a soft sultry but venomous tone.

It had only been an hour since his mother left and watching his not too much younger siblings was easy. But the only problem was, it was too easy. So Shiro began to taunt them, telling them they were to stupid to do anything with. And that they are way to ugly to go outside. When all of a sudden a distant boom shook the entire house.

Before another boom in the distance, all the kids had reached the window to see what had happened.

All of a sudden a boom dropped a exploding push of fire and force into the side of the house. They were being attacked by the city.

In a panic Shiro quickly rose to his feet finding his brothers and sisters. One at a time they did what they were told and ran for cover, to find safety. He had one more sibling to find, and he searched and search but could not find him. This made Shiro panic, he soon became dizzy, unable to find his small brother. Another boom. They were getting closer. Digging through the rubble from the wall he couldn’t find his brother. He search frantically as the fire began to spread lighting up the whole room. It was completely chaotic when another boom happen, after just standing up Shiro fell to his knees again.

Before they could recover another boom happen from behind them. Shiro runs and as soon as he find his brother laying there under the threshold of where the door used to be, he knew it immediately. His brother was dead.

He fall to his knees next to his brother. He explains how he found his smallest brother and he was too late to save him. He could hear gun shots all around him. His brother explained that his sisters may have gotten away, saying “But listen.. I don’t blame you. I’m crushed under this debris, and you won’t be able to pull me out in time to save the both of us. What I’m saying is you have to run!” He told him over the loud noises shattering and destroying everything in its way.

“I’m not letting go!”

“Run!” His baby brother responded.

Shiro didn’t know what to do. He wouldn’t leave. He couldn’t leave. His whole family, had been thrown away like nothing, one day they were here, the next? The only thing left was his crushed brother. Under the breathe of the rubble from war.

His doesn’t remember much, but his feet carried him miles and miles away from the destruction crumbling at the feet of the tower city. He had lost everything, and only he could save what was left of the misery the tower city had caused. He disappeared going west, towards Surawea city. He was gone. And his life had changed.

Trying to carry his brother out. And he dies in his arms.

PART TWO.

Tetsumaru and his friend Saizo, were traveling along the path of the 8 mile hiking trail. It wasn’t until they get lost after trailing off of the path, they then get separated after having to run from a strange figure following them. Almost hunting them. It was starting to get late and the sun had began to set over the horizon.

Trailing off into the distance alone Tetsumaru began to wonder to himself, where did he end up?

When he heard a noise coming from above him. At first he didn’t want to look, and in the silence of the woods, there was nothing good going to happen where he found himself.

He continues to walk. Paranoia flows around him and makes his head spin as he continued to push forward even though he was tired. So when he does stop he hears someone talking quietly in the distance, behind the tall bushes about 12 yards away.

“A person?” He asked himself.

So he trailed closer and closer until he reached the bush. Mentally he told himself to spy on this person instead of ask for help so Tetsumaru was determined to peek around and hear what the person was saying.

And there up in a tree. He heard the person talking. No not a person a demon.

“…and geez, you smell like you’ve been lost for 9 months, and you’ve only been a couple of hours” The male spoke. “What do you want anyways?” He questioned.

“Was he….was he talking to me?” Tetsumaru asked himself.

“Yeah you..!” The boy called. He stood up on the branch he was perched on like an owl and pointed directly at Tetsumaru. He had an apple in his other hand.

And just as that happens Tetsumaru leans on a broken branch and falls through the bush,exposing himself to the man.

Tetsumaru coward in fears, afraid to look up at the man who was a complete threat and had he powers to read minds. “How did he hear me?” He questioned himself.

When nothing happens for a moment Tetsumaru looks up, and climbs to his feet. “You’re a lot dumber than I thought, you don’t know how to talk?” The male snarled.

And from looking at him he could tell, It wasn’t a man at all, it was a boy. A fifteen year old boy.

“Hey! Stupid!”: the boy called. “You got lost back there because you were getting hunted.”

Tetsumaru didn’t answer for a moment. And he could only reply, with “Huh?”

“I’m probably the only thing that’s gonna protect you.” He snarled.

“How do you know that..? We were being hunted?” He stammered.

“I heard everything.” The boy scoffed.

“Hey! You’re only twelve I don’t have anything to be afraid of!” Tetsumaru called back.

“You’re just a kid, a bratty, snotty nose kid!”

For a moments Shiro did not respond. He lifts his arm bringing the apple to his mouth, opening his mouth to take a big bite revealing his long front fangs. But before he did, he stops half way and says “That was a demon behind you, you idiot.. And for the record I’m sixteen.” He snarls as he jumps off the tree branch from where he stood and lands right in front of Tetsumaru.

“I’m using you for bait. To lure out that demon following you and I’m gonna kill him.”

“You can’t be serious, are you!? “ Tetsu proclaimed in surprise. “Your so small? How will you do it? And there’s no way I’m going to be bait!! And anyways why do you want to kill this demon anyway!?”

Shiro blinks blatantly at Tetsumaru for a moment. “He stole something from me.”

Shiro snarled. Tetsu found himself staring at the fangs on Shiro. They were so cool, hypnotizing, even inspiring. He must have been tough because he wanted to pick a fight with someone much bigger than him. “And you’re doing it.”

But to their surprise it was too late. A subtle voice from behind them said. It was the demon following Tetsu and Saizo, and there he stood six feet tall in a all white kimono, and two swords on his left hip.

His hair was pure white and his eyes were too. Glazed over a gray pupil, he appeared silently behind him and moved far too quickly to be trapped by a stupid idea by Shiro.

There they stood for a moment, only eight yards away the demon ahead managed to sneak up on them. Shiro rushes in without another word. He makes it there in a flash and even though Tetsu was taken by surprise, he still wasn’t fast enough.

As Shiro swiped at the tall standing demon he only needed to block the three swipes by barely drawing his sword, swing it once he swiped at Shiro’s arm.

Shiro jumps back a few feet out of the reach of the demon and After Lopping it off Shiro let’s out a blood curdling scream, and falls to his knees.

He returns at it quickly slashing at the demon trying his hardest to get past the sword.

His nails were probably five inches long, even though now Shiro only had one good arm, they were unbreakable and sharp, even though he held a sword, that wouldn’t stop Shiro. That wouldn’t slow him down.

Shiro is slashed in the chest at a swing in a miss deciding to trail into his swings to get at least one blow. One blow to finish him. So Shiro jumps back quickly but doesn’t hesitate to continue to swing slash after slash.

“Enough!” Shiro screams. “Kai Jin So!”

“The Kai Jin So..?” The demon thought to himself, he knows a demon power move?” He questioned himself, but did not hesitate to block the now one armed demon. “A demon power move is only possible when a pure demon is trained to fight back.

The Kai Jin So is a power move held by the demons in the half realm. They are often powerful because they hold the power to strike with a force harder than reality. You see in this realm, power is based off of a chi like energy demons use as a source of power, and stronger demon led in teams, flocks, leaders. And high ruled wherever they could.

Demon high rule, was a choice by the demon, to live in such a war raged within themselves. Instantly putting their own lives in danger and it caused them to kill. To kill human after human in slaughters, in armies, in wars, waged against the demon, but they only grew stronger.

The Kai Jin So was a power move created by the ninja named Kye the Slayer. He was infamous because he was known to have killed more than a thousand man and demon. He was likely to kill anyone he crossed. And the village used him as a weapon. But when it came down to it, after third generation of his family being born, he could no longer keep them in danger by being so dangerous.

The government refused to let him retire his job, he took his family and fled.I hiding one day they were attacked by three different villages on the same day he was forced to watch as his family was tortured, killing them youngest to oldest.

With his amazing power, he lived on, many of his students lost their lives in battle long ago, but one lived.

They continued to fight, and the demon weaves elegantly every swing Shiro swings at him. He jumps a fatal sweep kick backfliping away. Landing on his toes, he jumps forward immediately kicking Shiro.

This kid is not a wild demon. He thinks to himself.

His looks up and the demon is already in front of him perfectly Poised he says quietly,

“I know who you are, You’re the boy that made it out of that city that was attacked a few days ago.”

Shiro snarls as he stares the demon in his empty white cold eyes, holding onto his arm.

“You could’ve lived.” And he swings his sword after quickly re-drawing it cutting Shiro’s head off.”

The head goes flying in one direction, and the body falls slumped to the floor.

A/N:

WELL HERE YOU GO!! Chapter ONE, IN COMPLETE PARTS!! I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED IT AS MUCH AS I DID WRITING IT.

A LITTLE BEHIND THE SCENES: YES! SHIROHAKU SPACEBOUND HAS A SIX CHAPTER INTRODUCTION, IN COMPLETE PARTS, AND FOR SOME OF YOU THAT MAYBE HARD TO GET THROUGH.BUT PLEAS DONT LET THAT DISCOURAGE YOU FROM READING! ALSO ALL THE CHARACTERS WILL BE MAKING A RETURN IN THE STORY, SO PLEASE PAY CLOSE ATTENTION. IT WILL ALL BE WORTH IT.

AND FOR SOME OF YOU, THIS WILL BE EASY TO GET THROUGH.

SO A LITTLE BACKSTORY ON SPACEBOUND: