A place far away from our loved hero's was a land where freedom and justice were upheld to upmost max. Peace was everywhere. The grass swayed back and forth in the hills, the cows mooed on the farms, the birds sang their happy yet lovely songs. Yet peace didn't last forever, wars broke out and death was inevitable. Somewhere within this country a battle took place, bloody and unpredictable. Two figures stood on a large plains field where fire and brimstone were. Soldiers were dying left and right and nobody could stop it. The monsters or rather the soldiers of one of the two figures fought the mortal enemies. The first figure, a man with white hair cladded in silver armor carrying a long, glowing great-swords. The other figure, a man dawned from head to toe in large grey bulky armor with golden lining. Some parts even glowed with green pulsing energy. The armor was hulking and monster like in appearance with sharp talons at the tips of his fingers. The helmet had two long stretching horns and a carved roaring mouthing at the front. His eyes glowed bright green with black pupils that stared down at his opponent. He too also held a great-sword. The two figures clanged their swords together and the true battle started. They stepped two meters apart from each other, giving space as the slaughter around them continued on without notice. The two figures then charged at each other, each at blinding speeds not normal for human eyes. The white haired man raised his sword and swung with a large slash of crackling energy escaping from it and heading towards the horned beast. The armored man dodged and swung his sword twice with one hand, sending two large energy slashes and the white figure dodged with ease, but at the cost of killing many of his soldiers. The white figure cursed under his breath, sword clashing with the armored figure. "Sacrifices are made to win wars, commander." The armored figure said as they clashed again with the white haired being pushed back by a strong back stroke. "You don't get the right of calling me that, IMK." The silver clad yelled back with anger as he swung and blocked on coming sword strokes. The armored figure stayed silent and continued his onslaught of strokes. The Commander dodged most of the attacks with some difficulty, he even had to barely move sideways to avoid getting cut in half. Losing more soldiers in the process, their body's either getting split or lose of the limbs and bleeding to death. Most bled to death while getting devoured by the beasts they fought, painful but effective leaving only bones on the battlefield. "Tch! I'll end you, Glut." The White commander was whispered under his breath as the sword in his palms lit up with fire. He swung two carefully prepared strokes that were made in blinding precision making it hard to dodge. Glut, the armored man, easily dodge while laughing his head off. "This sure is fun. Let take it up a notch." Glut said as he slammed his sword into the ground causing the ground within a 500 square miles to break and crack open. Large black gapping holes appear on the ground causing lava to spew out. Glut cackled with delight, pulling out the sword and dash forward towards the surprised commander with such speed it destroyed the ground beneath him. The commander, however, was ready for this and he to dashed forwards. Glut was surprised by this action and tried to attack but suddenly felt something sink into his chest — a sword. Long, heavy yet double edged sharp like a knife. The commanders great-sword. "Oh. How interesting." Glut said calmly as he punched the white haired man in the chest sending him flying across the battlefield into a large wall of a mountain. The impact was tremendous, cracks start to spread and large pieces of the boulder started to fall down like bricks. Glut was pissed. How he land that attack? Should not have been possible. In fact it was close to impossible as they were almost on the same level of power.
As these thoughts went by inside Glut's head the mountain was suddenly slashed into pieces in an instant firing debris's onto the landscape below. The white haired commander was standing in the middle. His face calm and serious as he appeared before Glut in a blink, slashing his body in instantaneous bursts. But Glut could see these attacks and struck back with more power. The sounds of clashing swords echoed from country to country. Several hundred if not thousands of swords strikes were made in each passing second. The ground around began to crack and break as a small mini circle appeared that surrounded them. This dent on the earth grew bigger and bigger by the minute and finally something happened. The commanders swords was ripped free from his grasp as Glut laughed. Glut stuck his sword in the ground, leaving it as he punched the other man's face. A loud boom was heard from all across the field. Then the shockwave came and it blew up fifty square miles of terrain. The commander was stunned and he almost lost consciousness. Another blow struck him in the gut. Blood spewed out from his mouth making a small puddle. Glut was growing more powerful. Each resounding hit made shockwaves. The earth shook and feared him with every landing blow. Mountains, large masses of lands and hills that stretch up for miles on end. Their bulky and dense with lots of minerals. They are seen as monuments of nature, the behemoths of the earth. They seemed so ancient they people wouldn't dare or even believe that it was possible to slice a mountain in two. Or even punch a mountain. One mountain within this war was tall and more stronger then the rest. Reaching impossible heights that touches the earth atmosphere, making it to the top without dying was impossible. It was call "The Tomb of the keep." A fortress that could never be destroyed or reached. Glut, or better known as "The Immortal Devourer." Punched the commander into this mountain creating a large city-like crater. "Is this all you have to offer, hero?" Glut mused as he slashed his brought his fist down with blinding speed for his build and destroying the entirety of The Tomb of the keep. Glut raised his hands, clasping them together and being it down for another killing blow. But the Commander stopped it with two hands that held Gluts arms. "I won't let anymore of my people die here. Here, Immortal Devourer. You will die for good." The commander said as he a large bright aura surrounded him. Red, blue, gold, dark grey and purple. These colors represented the white haired man's power. "How many blessings from the gods do you have?!" Glut exclaimed with excitement as he watched the man he considered a rival now stand stronger then ever. "I don't know, but I know that's it's enough to defeat you." The commander said with a calm smile as within not even a second. Glut felt several if not millions of blows had collided with his body. "Impossible. They gave you the time blessing?" Glut said with astonishment that quickly turned into anger. As he glared at his rival. How dare they betray me! Leave me! Treat me like trash! Those cursed gods will pay! "Devourer." Glut said as lang flesh like tentacles sprang out from his back. Their red flesh that wiggled and twisted with squelching of fluids and blood quickly become silent as they became blackened with char. Large mouths wriggled their ways towards the tip and roared with screams of agony and pain. They then started to swirl around, eating specific dead soldiers with sigils and symbols. Power started to surge greatly into Glut and his fists started to glow with a dark purple haze that looked unstable as it was striking the ground around him and tearing at his armor. "You know, I can't keep calling you Commander. Your not worthy of the title to me." Glut said with hatred burning in his green eyes. The black pupils burning brightly as large flame like energy spewed out from his eyes and into the air like a cloud of smoke. "If only I had the time blessing, then I wouldn't have made any of my prior mistakes." Glut thought calmly with a soft mental chuckle. Maybe dying won't be so bad if he doesn't think of the mistakes he made.
After several minutes of thought and thinking Glut clenched his fists and dashed forward, the ground becoming a long orange-red line as the shockwave came after seconds after. It seemed like he teleported and appeared before the commander. "My name? It's Caspio re Marada. The saint knight of the kingdom Mont Regaldio DelGatudo." Caspio said calmly as he swayed his body and dodged the bullet like attack with ease. Caspio then dodged many other attacks given from Glut who roared in frustration. "You most certainly are strong, Glut. Or should I say Netorato cam Hellibyt. You fought well, but I just got too strong in a short amount of time." Caspio said calmly as touched Netorato with a finger sending him flying away with blow after blow reining down on him as he crashed into the debris of the ancient mountain. The tentacles that were protruding from Netorato's back started to once again eat the surrounding dead soldiers, avoiding the fallen ones. Netorato rose up from the large crater. Stumbling as he tried to stand. "What was the blow? It's like he hit every single part of my body and vitals. Did he use time log?" Netorato thought in anger, but he knew anger wouldn't help him in this situation. He needed to be calm and focused. "Done yet?" Caspio asked with a frown crouched down next to Netorato. Netorato dashed backwards and extended out his arm, spreading out his finger and letting out tiny little blackish purple slashes that tore through the air like nothing. However, not even that was enough and Caspio zoomed by grabbing Netorato by the head and slamming it hard into the ground causing a massive earthquake that rumbled throughout the entire earth. Within the large stone spiky like monument lay Netorato, his helmet destroyed showing writhing veins and worm like appendages. "Such power. You fought well, Net. But the gods have chosen me as their final knight. You were just the prototype. I'm sorry that you had to go through so much pain. It was technically my fault to begin with. My existence brought you pain and suffering." Caspio said with soft tears dripping down his face. He watched as the writhing veins formed eyes and a mouth. "Do. you. mean. that?" Netorato stuttered out with some effort. His eyes narrowed at the crying hero he once fought. Caspio wasn't wrong, his existence brought Netprato pain and suffering. He felt betrayed by the gods he loved, his creator. His parents. Then he was betrayed by his own friend, his only friend. Caspio. How munch he hated Caspio! But Two thoughts came into Netorato's mind. Why should he blame a child for his mistakes and why is he blaming Caspio for an event he had nothing to do with? That's when it hit Netorato. He couldn't blame Caspio. Reflecting back on his own mistakes and trying to learn from them was good, but to keep remembering them over and over again like their thorns was his own fault. He could have lived a better life if he had just accepted Caspio's offer of peace and prosperity then his own self greed and selfishness. Why hadn't chosen greed over family then his wife would still be around, if he hadn't picked up Caspio from the knights he wouldn't feel guilty and self loathing. Everything he did was his own down fall. "I'm sorry, Caspio. I'm so deeply. You would have turned out better if I had just let you stay within the knight core." Netorato spoke softly with a groan, limbs twitching slightly as small eyes moved to stare up at his friend. No Caspio wasn't his friend, he didn't deserve to be Caspio's friend. He betrayed Caspio and lost that right to friendship, nothing could be done to fix that.
Caspio stared down at his fallen friend, no best friend whom cared for him, fed him, given him a home to live in. "Don't be sorry, friend." Caspio said calmly with a smile, sitting down next to Netorato's writhing body. Caspio noticed the sudden eyes movements of Netorato's eyes and found it strange how they reminded him of the stars in the sky. So pure, so pretty, so perfectly spaced out. "I know you don't have much time left. So I'll say this. I hope you get reincarnated somewhere where you don't have to feel the need to correct everything. Have more friends, don't hate yourself. I hope that maybe one day, you can truly become the greatest hero you wanted to be, Right?" Caspio said calmly as he watched his only friends chest rise up and down, the rhythm growing gradually slower and slower. Then to a sudden halt, but not before Netorato let out a soft sigh of, "Thank you, Cas." Then finally turning into dust and fading into the cold chill of the wind.
Netorato felt the warmth of death quiet satisfying, it was something he knew was coming. Embracing it was like drinking a cup of water, instant and smooth. He wished he couldn't stay alive just a little longer though, he lots of things that needed to be said to Caspio. He didn't want that boy to live in guilt. He hoped that if he did get reincarnated, it would be in a world where peace and freedom were not mutually exclusive to certain people, but to the whole world. Where justice was fair as humanly possible and not corrupted with greed and cruelty. Maybe his wish will come true, maybe. As Netorato's thoughts drifted within the abyss of the universe, wandering and pondering. He suddenly felt a pull on his soul, like something was grabbing and squeezing it hard. A light pull was given and it jolted Netorato making him look around within the abyss. Looking around and finding nothing he looked down at himself to see a long chain attached to his chest and gently pulling him forwards towards a tiny insignificant light in the distance. "Maybe this won't be too bad." Netorato thought calmly as he poked the chain. That idea was short lived and suddenly the chain pulled him harder and faster then before, the ball of light growing closer and closer by the second. If even seconds exist in this place. Netorato wasn't afraid, no it was just that it hurt like being struck with a large needle then being slammed with a hammer.
After about many minutes later Netorato finally reached the ball of light. His face contorted in pain as he wrenched the chain free from his chest. Turning around slowly as to no get motion sickness he was finally able to get a good look at ball of light. It was a larger then life figure with specks of rainbow like light swirling around it like a black hole. It made this beautiful art image of looking at a rainbow. Netorato deducted that this being of large impossible size mass was ment to traverse those who died and want a better life into the next world, where they will be reincarnated. It keeps the soul intact without their being any unnecessary pain during the process. It must also keep their prior powers from their first world and pass on into the next with its host. Netorato nodded to this theory as he had heard it many times before in his other world. The only problem was, does he touch the orb? Like what is he supposed to do? Grab it, leave it, touch it? What? He was stuck on that part. Maybe sit here and wait? No that would take too long. Maybe get closer to it and let it slowly absorb him? Netorato floated around the orb, it was about to same size as the earth or maybe the sun? He didn't know what the sun looked like so it was possible it was same size of earth? Maybe, but than again not plausible. Given that people worship the sun as a grey being and holy source of light means it's far greater in mass than the earth by a large margin. Maybe in the new world he'll learn about the sun? Netorato stopped floating around and stared up at the orb, thinking what to do. Or at least what he could do. After a while he finally gave up and went ahead with some minor tactical moves. He attempted to attack it, that failed miserably as the attack couldn't even touch it or even reach it. He tried to throw something at it and that didn't work either as he had nothing to throw. He then decided to head butt it, that seemed to work as suddenly he was sucked into it like dam of water. The feeling of being sucked into something was weird, his body stretched out to the extreme then growing tiny. Then his limbs elongated and then wiggled around like a jump rope. They then became tiny little atoms that grew in size then shrunk. Then sudden he turned into tiny atoms and began wiggling around. Becoming a dinosaur was funny but being a small tiny worm was gross. He then became this strange triangular chip and was flying around at sonic speed. He also become a hydra that fired lightning from its mouths, that was fun. After a while of turning into creatures then back into atoms he was finally able to be back in his normal body. Then all of sudden everything went dark.
Netorato felt something almost familiar, like being pulled back into reality after being in an illusion. The sudden twitch of limbs, the strange light, he could heard people talking about him. Wait, people? That shouldn't be possible he was dead. But he went through that strange phase, so maybe this was normal. Maybe that orb doesn't actually reincarnates you, but just gives you dreams of your wanting. Who knows now, the only thing he can do is look on the present. Voices, yes the voices! It's more evident now and more profound! He could feel tiny fingers twitch to life and his eyes adjust to the strange lighting. This was the feeling being alive again! He heard soft notices in the background. He could feel heat and a heartbeat, his heartbeat.
Somewhere within an alleyway, lay a boy. A young boy with slightly long black hair and lightly dark red eyes giving it that maroon like taste. Deep the in distance cars zoomed by the alleyway not noticing the unconscious boy. "Where am I?" The boy exclaimed slowly, opening up his eyes and groaning. His voice was young, yet rough and stiff. He could slowly feel his strength return and he slowly sat up from the dirty floor. "This place. It's so beautiful?" The kid shouted excitedly as he saw the outside world through the small distant crack in the dark alleyway. Car drove by and people with modern day clothing walked by without a care or risk of being kidnapped. "How strange. No magic? No energy? No anything? Just people? Is this world —peaceful?" The boy asked thought to himself and tears streamed down his face and he remembered certain persons words. "Finally! A peaceful world with no conflict or monsters!" The boy shouted mentally as he wiped away his tears. As the boy stood up from the ground slowly, making sure he was stable and able enough, he checked around to take in his surroundings. "Bricks, wood and stone? Such simple materials. How would humanity work so hard and make such amazing master pieces!" The boy thought as he touched a wall of a building near him, the feeling was rough like gravel and sand. The boy then turned towards a small puddle, walking over towards it and leaning down close it. Upon seeing his reflection he frowned. It wasn't anger, but mutual sadness. "How long it's been since I last saw my human face. My true face." He muttered quietly to himself as he leaned back. Looking down at himself he also noticed he was nude. Not the best choice he realized and so nervously looked around for clothing. He finally found a pair of clothing lying neatly on the ground beneath him folded in neat stacks before grabbing them to put them on. It was a black shirt, black cargo pants with white strings, grey socks, a pair of fingerless gloves and a pair of black leather boots.
After putting on the cloths the boy then decided to make his way towards the exit of the alleyway. As he got closer to the exit the more he got to see the city. Lines of shops and restaurants along with cafes that didn't exist within his world. He then left some things appear within his pockets, so he reached down into them and pulled them out. The first item was a small flat rectangular called a phone, next was a wallet with a card and a bag full of coins. Something he was familiar with. "This must be the currency, how odd. A flat four sided figure. I wonder what these are for?" The boy thought with interest as he placed the items back inside his pockets and walked off down the street. As he wandered around the streets, adapting the new technology, buildings and customs. He started to think about something. "Something doesn't feel right, the people here feel extremely anxious about something. Like a dangerous event is about to take place. How odd." The boy thought as he wandered over to a bench and sat down on it with a small sigh. "Let's try something. I don't know if this will work but let's hope for the best." The boy closed his eyes and leaned onto his knees, breathing in heavily and sucking in the air around him. "First gate of unseeing eye, Open." He muttered and within that instant felt the air ripple and warp. Senses kicked in and he saw the world in purple, black, white and green. He expanded his reach to about 20 miles radius, then to fifty, then to 100 putting the max amount of strain on his body causing small drops of blood to drip from his mouth and eyes. He wiped them and retracted the energy, breathing in a huge air bubble and exhaling. The boy's eyes were blood shot and blood dripped from his mouth. A wide cruel and twisted smile appeared on his face as he stood up and walked away into another alleyway where he disappeared into the air.
Running across building to building the boy ran at 20miles per hour speeds and growing higher. The boy's eyes had seen something. A girl, with an open neck wound. Injured but still alive and breathing. He needed to get there quickly before she died. This time, he won't make the same mistakes twice again. After a while of running he finally stopped, huffing and puffing. This body was in able to tank on this type of thing. He tried to use the same technique he always used in his past life, but it seemed like this body was unused to such brutal treatment. But he nearly there and needed to help the grip before it was too late. He needed to keep going and keep moving! Pushing his body to up most limits he could feel his leg muscles burst.