11-14-2014, 12:04 AM
Yeah, yeah. Crab people. They were big, icky, monstrous crab people. They had a slimy cave dwelling with water dripping in large puddles. There were little mud holes where he could tell they slept. And in the center, where the group stood and shuffled about, he could see bones and clothing. That was all he needed in the way of evidence. They were already disgusting abominations that deserved to be slaughtered, but now. Now he could let the katana spill blood. Or whatever these things held under their tough shells.
“Th-that's my wife's...dress...” It was his good buddy who laughed at his mask. He didn't know his name. Didn't know any of their names. It made it easier in case any of them died. Which made him feel horrible. He would have to address that after today.
But first.
“All you can eat crab buffet!” Yoshimitsu unsheathed the cursed blade, letting it fly from the saya. Over the years the katana Yoshimitsu underwent very different incarnations. From being forged by the demon sword smith Muramasa, giving away a blade of unimaginable terror that the clan stole in a raid. All the way down to melting it down and re-smithing it into a new blade every few decades. Thousands of years down the road, Yoshimitsu held a blade of purple glow, a handle made from highly polished material. Most of the technology that surrounded the metal blade amplified the power of the curse. Not once did his clan try to suppress the evil within the katana, but sought to make it stronger. More effective. It came with the caveat: Kill the wicked or suffer the curse of the blade Yoshimitsu.
He leapt through the cave tunnel and into the dwelling. Normally he would use both Fumaken and Yoshimitsu in unison, but not today. It was all about feeding the curse. Startled and slow, the first few members of the crowd turned their attention to the whirling dervish that was Yoshimitsu. With a jump and a spin, the savage warrior for peace swung the ethereally glowing blade and ripped through the abdomen of the first monster. It wasn't a perfect cut like it normally would have been, but applying a little extra force from his left arm (robo-arms for the win) sliced straight through. Thick oozing substance leaked all over the front of the monster, the hole spreading horizontally. Bringing the blade back, Yoshimitsu thrust it forward, kicking the oni down onto its back and skewering it like a kebab. It must have roused his new team of warriors as they all yelled and charged in. His icy blue LEDs watched the life drain from his prey, its inky blood seeping into the katana.
The images and thoughts went away. Euphoria. Enlightenment. He was whole once more. The picture of that fountain popped in his head. The fountain from the all white room Omni had placed him in. It was tranquil. It stirred up emotions of ambitions. There was an impossible goal to attain. And there were hot chicks everywhere. He would attain this paradise. This ascension. It would be his one way or another.
“Hey...hey!” Yoshimitsu looked up from the limp body to see the slaughtered remains of the subterranean crustacean humanoid to see his crew had taken out the rest. Not a scratch on them. They did good. He was mildly impressed. Granted there had been maybe five of the creatures and they didn't move very quickly it seemed. He withdrew the katana from the corpse and inspected it. Bone dry, humming at a low, even pitch. It was fed. For now.
“You are avengers today.” Yoshimitsu put a boot on the dried husk of the demon, sheathing the katana as he addressed the scattered soldiers, “I may have helped you guys, but these were your families, friends and neighbors, this was your victory.”
They all cheered and patted each other on the shoulder. Some men hugged. One thing they all did was cry. These foul monsters terrorized each and every one of these soldiers. He felt like he used to when he was younger. Like he actually did something that mattered. It wasn't about being The Yoshimitsu, it wasn't about furthering the Manji Ryu, it wasn't putting on a show. It was doing the right thing. He put down evil and helped those around him. It felt...good.
“Let's get out of here, men!” The captain strapped his sword back into his belt, “We'll have good news to tell everyone when we get back!” All the men gave one last cheer as they left the way they had all come in together. “You comin', samurai?” Yoshimitsu looked at the lead. He shook his head slowly.
“I want a moment alone with these...things.”
“Th-that's my wife's...dress...” It was his good buddy who laughed at his mask. He didn't know his name. Didn't know any of their names. It made it easier in case any of them died. Which made him feel horrible. He would have to address that after today.
But first.
“All you can eat crab buffet!” Yoshimitsu unsheathed the cursed blade, letting it fly from the saya. Over the years the katana Yoshimitsu underwent very different incarnations. From being forged by the demon sword smith Muramasa, giving away a blade of unimaginable terror that the clan stole in a raid. All the way down to melting it down and re-smithing it into a new blade every few decades. Thousands of years down the road, Yoshimitsu held a blade of purple glow, a handle made from highly polished material. Most of the technology that surrounded the metal blade amplified the power of the curse. Not once did his clan try to suppress the evil within the katana, but sought to make it stronger. More effective. It came with the caveat: Kill the wicked or suffer the curse of the blade Yoshimitsu.
He leapt through the cave tunnel and into the dwelling. Normally he would use both Fumaken and Yoshimitsu in unison, but not today. It was all about feeding the curse. Startled and slow, the first few members of the crowd turned their attention to the whirling dervish that was Yoshimitsu. With a jump and a spin, the savage warrior for peace swung the ethereally glowing blade and ripped through the abdomen of the first monster. It wasn't a perfect cut like it normally would have been, but applying a little extra force from his left arm (robo-arms for the win) sliced straight through. Thick oozing substance leaked all over the front of the monster, the hole spreading horizontally. Bringing the blade back, Yoshimitsu thrust it forward, kicking the oni down onto its back and skewering it like a kebab. It must have roused his new team of warriors as they all yelled and charged in. His icy blue LEDs watched the life drain from his prey, its inky blood seeping into the katana.
The images and thoughts went away. Euphoria. Enlightenment. He was whole once more. The picture of that fountain popped in his head. The fountain from the all white room Omni had placed him in. It was tranquil. It stirred up emotions of ambitions. There was an impossible goal to attain. And there were hot chicks everywhere. He would attain this paradise. This ascension. It would be his one way or another.
“Hey...hey!” Yoshimitsu looked up from the limp body to see the slaughtered remains of the subterranean crustacean humanoid to see his crew had taken out the rest. Not a scratch on them. They did good. He was mildly impressed. Granted there had been maybe five of the creatures and they didn't move very quickly it seemed. He withdrew the katana from the corpse and inspected it. Bone dry, humming at a low, even pitch. It was fed. For now.
“You are avengers today.” Yoshimitsu put a boot on the dried husk of the demon, sheathing the katana as he addressed the scattered soldiers, “I may have helped you guys, but these were your families, friends and neighbors, this was your victory.”
They all cheered and patted each other on the shoulder. Some men hugged. One thing they all did was cry. These foul monsters terrorized each and every one of these soldiers. He felt like he used to when he was younger. Like he actually did something that mattered. It wasn't about being The Yoshimitsu, it wasn't about furthering the Manji Ryu, it wasn't putting on a show. It was doing the right thing. He put down evil and helped those around him. It felt...good.
“Let's get out of here, men!” The captain strapped his sword back into his belt, “We'll have good news to tell everyone when we get back!” All the men gave one last cheer as they left the way they had all come in together. “You comin', samurai?” Yoshimitsu looked at the lead. He shook his head slowly.
“I want a moment alone with these...things.”