Sea to Shinning Sea Chapter 1: Grey Waves

Well I have to admit, I did not see this coming, ... ok I did see this coming. However I did not think I would loss this easily. I mean, I am me, how in the world was I defeated this easily, and by a bunch of backwater swordsmen at that. My guns should have been stronger, bah! The only reason I lost was because I was jumped! What kind of honor is that! Dang wish washy swordsmen! Oh! I am sorry. I just realized that you were there. You do know what I am talking about right? Wait you don't, oh right, you just walked in. Well let me rewind this a bit and explain this too you.

Well first off before we go into this I really did not lose. I know, I know, I said I lost at the beginning of the page, but that was me just being angry. In all actuality I never loss and the confrontation with the swordsmen is no less. They just gained the advantage a bit, but I still have things under control. What! You don't believe me! Well bump you none believers. You all can get the crap off my story page then! Begone with yee! Anyway to the ones who actually trust the narrator and main character of this story lets dive into this story. I am sure you are going to love me and understand were I am coming from.

"The sword is a terrible weapon", spoke a handsome young man as he sat around a round table. His short light purple hair flowed a bit in the wind as a aura of superiority radiated from his body. A smug smile crossed his face as he looked into the eyes of the maiden who sat in front of him. Her face was covered with a mix of emotions. At one end she was upset, not with the gentlemen, but herself. Why was she using a sword for when the gun was a superior weapon. For years she had wasted her life training with a hunk of usless iron and now she was finally free. This one handsome devil had just freed her of her foolish curse and opened her eyes.

"How foolish have I been", spoke the maiden as she took the sword from her hip and snapped it into two over her leg. "Now I am free from stupidity and ..."

"Alright stop right there", shouted a voice destroying the image created by the first narrator.

"Hey what do you think you are doing Gonk", shouted the narrator as the voice took form! Standing before him was a man of small stature. He was only five feet tall and nine inches. I know you are probably thinking that ain't that small, but understand that twelve feet tall is the norm here.

"Hydra", spoke Gonk as the narrator took on his human form. The narrator was nothing more than a punk with purple hair. He was around twenty four and held the fashion sense of a fourteen year old. Black jacket, purple shirt to match his hair, black jeans, and a pair of black combat boots, very simple and easy to place on. Not to mention he was only six feet flat, still short when compared to the twelve feeters and don't get me started on those twenty four feet monsters.

Gonk on the other hand had the fashion sense of a fifteen year old emo. A black shirt, black jeans, black combat boots, and a hoodie, which if you ask me is the best part of his outfit, that always had its hoot up covering his face.

"Alright that is it I am telling the story", spoke Gonk as he pushed Hydra out of the screen!

"No you are not!" Hydra shouted as he struggled to get back into the center view.

"Stop playing around or our story won't start", spoke Gonk. "Remember the last stories LordNoodle wrote. They did not make it past chapter 1 and if you keep this up..."

"I don't care", shouted Hydra! "I am the narrator and it is my story, not ours! Get out of here side character", shouted Hydra as he managed to get back into the screen!

"Side Character", shouted Gonk in both disgust and surprise. "If it was not for me you would have been chopped to bits!"

"If it was not for you I would have had more ninjutsu. Law of conservation of ninjutsu Gonk. You took my badass points and thus I got caught off guard."

"Bull..."

"Enough", shouted a voice from the heavens bringing the argument between the two of them to a stop. A shinning figure descended from the heavens. Its body was covered from head to toe with armor and a regal cape flowed, despite there being no wind, in the wind as he descended.

"Noodle", spoke both the characters as the Author himself descended to bring order.

"I will be telling the story", spoke LordNoodleXIV as he addressed the two.

"But-", spoke Hydra and Noodle flicked his hand causing him to vanish.

"Oh snap", shouted Gonk as he watched Hydra be dispelled. "Wait you don't have too ...".

"Yes I do", spoke Noodle as he dispelled Gonk.

"Alright time to get this on its way", spoke Noodle as clapped his hands and summoned up another character. This one was a women, and beautiful one at that. At her hip was fine sword and in her eyes was the determination to be the best in the world. "Ah my dear Avalon", spoke Noodle as he admired his character.

"Right you want me to start the story", she spoke direct to the point.

"Please do", spoke Noodle as he began to rise back to the heavens.

"Right", she spoke as she pulled out a script and turned to page one. Coughing to clear her voice she began to speak.

It all began as it always does, with the sun rising over the horizon. Its golden rays descended to the earth dispelling the darkness and bringing the deeds of man into light. On Western Island, the most western point in the world, there exist a tavern called the Drunken Bladesman. It is not a particularly well built tavern or that famous. However it is the most favored spot for swordsmen in the town and the islands surrounding it. If you wanted to make a name as a bladesmen or bladeswomen in my case, then you headed there. Obviously I was there, but if I had known what was going down today I would have not been.

"The sword is a terrible weapon", spoke a young man with purple hair and the fashion sense of a fourteen year old. The fool had a smug expression on his face that screamed punch me. To both my great surprise and bad judgement I was sitting across the table from him. Before you start jumping to conclusions about taste, desires, and attractions I have no feelings or this fool. He just walked up to my table and started talking to me. He was new and his hair was kind of cute. ... wait no I take that statement back! There was noting cute about his hair!!!

Anyway, I need to stay focus. "The hell", I shouted as I looked at the man. His smug grin never left his face. What in the world is this fool thinking, I thought to myself. He was in the sport for swordsmen. There was no way, it was in that moment I noted the other swordsmen getting up from there tables. It was not many of them maybe one or two. The fools started to speak about the superiority of the gun, but my eyes and mind was focused on the gentlemen standing up. I did not want to get caught up in there slashing range.

"Hey pal, I think you should leave", spoke one of the gentlemen as he walked up to the table and placed his right hand onto the back of the kid's chair. His eyes looked at me with a bewildered gaze. They screamed why are you with this guy! I looked back with a expression saying I don't know him! There was no need for words between us. Ron, that is the swordsmen name, and I are regulars so we kind of sorta know each other.

"Have fun you two", I spoke as I abandoned the chair. "Enjoy the rest of your milk, milk drinker", I spoke as I began to make my exit out the bar. There was no way I was going to get myself mixed up in this mess.

"Hey wait", shouted the man toddler as he chugged the rest of his milk and hopped out of his chair. He completely ignored Ron, which was a bad idea. Ron was kind of a rageaholic and a angry drunk for that matter. At this time of the day, I was sure he was drunk. He liked to drink early and then have his hangover at night.

"You little bastard", shouted Ron, but the young gunner did not seem to pay him no mind. Ron drew his sword out of his sheath, a katana no less. I liked katana's and all, but they are far to brittle for my taste. My blade has to live up to the punishment I put it though. Those katana's break far to easy. The high quality ones are good, but I can only afford mid grade at best and well yeah.

Pulling his sword above his head Ron was ready to strike. I turned just in time to see his blade rise and the fool chasing behind me. "Look ou-", I shouted by my voice did not come out fast enough. Sure the guy was annoying, but he did not deserve to die for it. Ron however was drunk and he felt disrespected. On his home island disrespecting swordsmen equaled death and I assume that this was were his logic came from here.

Ron's blade came down at blinding speed. A quality of his swordsmanship I envied. I was expecting to see blood, but instead I was introduced to the loud pinging sound of metal against metal. The fool, who name I have forgotten or refuse to use, one of the two, had suddenly turned around and blocked the incoming sword blow, with his gun. The man had drawn quite a large revolver, which I was sure he spoke about during his rant wile I was not paying him no attention. The blade had gotten stuck between that metal part surrounding the trigger and the barrel of the gun.

"Bad move", he spoke in a calm and quite frightening tone. Beforehand I could not sense any danger to the man, but now. Now I felt as if I was dealing with a oni. His eyes were hidden behind his hair and his body gave off a murderous aura. With one arm he threw back Ron's blade causing him to take a step back to regain his balance. As Ron stepped back a loud roar filled the building as the fool's revolver went off.

With a thunderous sound Ron's body flew to the back of the bar and slammed into the wall. A hole the size of a gold ball filled his chest and he was clearly not conscious. Ron was tough and I was sure he was not dead, but that shot made quite the statement. For a moment a small chill ran down my spine. This guy is the real deal, I thought to myself. Not only had he blocked Ron's attack in a split second, but he also threw his attack back with only a single arm. A bit of admiration was starting to grow for him, despite the fact that he was a fool and a cowardly gunman. It should be noted that a fool will always be a fool and this fool was not done being a fool.

"Hahahahaha", laughed the fool in the most obnoxious laugh I have ever heard. He was now full of himself after defeating Ron. "Look at that you backwater swordsmen", he shouted gaining the ire of all the surprised swordsmen in the bar. "That is the eventual fate of you all if you do not abandon your out of dated weapons. Look upon the future and despair. Hail the mighty Hydra", he shouted while holding his gun into the air.

"No one here is impressed by that toy gun of yours kid", spoke a voice as a man stepped out of the corner of the room. His irises were as red as the sun and he gave off a aura that screamed murder. At first I did not recognize who that was, but after a moment of looking his name came into mind.

"Master Yamato", I shouted. My words seemed to hand in the air almost like one of those tv dramas. I could practically hear the Don.

"Look kid I know you think you are tough because you have a fancy gun in your hand", he spoke as he stepped up to where the fool was standing. "However it does not matter how powerful Hydra is, you are still out of your league. Normally I would not pick a fight with a foolish runt like you, but once you insult the sword itself I have to stand up and defend my craft."

"Alright lord Yamato is going to teach the runt a lesson", shouted a nameless swordsmen in the background. His words however grabbed the attention of a young man sitting in the background minding his own business. His eyes were not visible from my position, due to the fact that he was wearing a hooded hoodie. His head turned and looked toward the center at the eye of the chaos.

"What the hell", spoke the fool as he stared at Yamato. "Hydra ain't the name of my gun. Hydra is my name you fool", he shouted.

"To be honest I don't give a crap", spoke the man as he placed his hand on his sword. Hydra, that was the fools name, tighten his grip on the handle of his gun. It was clear the two of them were going to fight. However Fate intervene, no literally fate got between them.

"Hold a second you two", shouted the young bartender as she rushed from behind her bar and threw herself between the two men. If there was ever a cuter little thing out at sea I would kill it on the spot. Fate was a blonde hair and big blue eyed maiden with a heart of gold and a thing for swordsmen. She was pretty much the bar mascot and if you want to be technique owner. "If you all fight in here", she spoke almost crying.

"Worry not Fate", spoke Yamato as a soft expression crossed his face. That was the first time I had seen it. Yamato was usually stone face. "We won't fight in the bar. We would not want your insurance jumping up."

While Yamato talked with fate about her problems the fool Hydra simply gawked. I mean seriously, you are about to have a fight with a master swordsmen and instead of trying to size him up or get a sneak attack in you instead decided to stare at the vulnerable maiden. This guy is not only the worse, but probably the stupidest gunman I have ever seen. Still he did take out Ron, who was still lying on the floor bleeding out. Somebody really should do something about that.

"Fine, then", spoke Hydra cutting Yamato and her off. The conversation first started about not messing up the bar and then moved to movies and popcorn. I can not read minds, but I am sure Hydra was annoyed, either that, or he was jealous. Either way the result was the same. Hydra interrupted there little moment and brought the swordsmen back to reality. "We will take this outside."

With a smug smile and confidence Yamato let off a small grin. "Fine", he spoke as he began to walk away from the bar maiden. On instinct her hand reached out and grabbed his. It was in that moment I realized that the rumors were true. The two of theme were dating. Sneaky little wench. Diva is going to be pissed when she finds out. She always liked Yamato, but he ever gave her the time of day, now I know why. I myself might have been interested in him, but my one true love would never have it. If I am going to be the best I need to focus on my blade and not on men.

Anyway, back to the important bits, "Don't worry it will soon be over", spoke Yamato as he pulled his hand away from the maiden and walked outside. He was soon followed by a army of swordsmen waiting to see the demise of this fool and to witness Yamato's skill with the blade. I myself was among the ones wanting to see his skill, but I stood to the back of the crowd. I knew better than to get up close were bullets and slashes might fly. At the time I was not paying much attention to him, but the hoodie man was standing next to me. He too was watching the fight.

"Took your sweet time did you", spoke Hydra.

"I was just giving you the opportunity to flee", spoke Yamato. The happy expression that just dawned his face a moment before vanished and the stone face Yamato I knew returned in a flash. His eyes scanned the gunman over and over looking for any sign of weakness or aggression. Yamato was now ready for a fight, but so was the gunman. He had reloaded the missing bullet in his five shot revolver and was ready now for action. Looking at the two I was already sure on how this battle was going to turn out. After the first shot, it would be over.

A loud bang filled the air as Hydra made the first move into battle. The bullet ripped thought the barrel of the gun and cleaved its way though the sky rushing towards the swordsmen's chest. Its target was the heart and if its path had not been altered the heart would have been its destination. The swordsmen was skilled, and his skill made such a attack useless. The blade was drawn from his sheath at such blinding speeds that it made the bullet jelious. With a single swipe of his arm the swordsmen had not only deflected the bullet, but he also sent a wave of pressured air flying back toward the foolish young lad who thought he could slay him with such a febal toy.

The mass of crescent shaped air slammed into the young lad. To the swordsmen surprise however a river of blood did not follow. Instead he was greeted with a lump of iron flying thought the smokey sky. The warrior was caught unaware, but his honed reflexes made it possible for him to dodge. With both elegance and a action that took minimum effort the swordmaster tilted his head to his left dodging the bullet by a hair.

"He is good", spoke the swordsmen as he brought his neck back to his center. He figured the gunman would be dead by now. Those who spread such foolish words as he usually don't last long in a fight against him.

"I know I am good", spoke a voice. The sound caused the swordsmen's eyes to widen as he looked up and saw the young gunman in the air. His guns pointing down and his body hurdling toward the earth. Two bullets soon shot form the steaming chambers of his pistols as the young man took the offensive.

Foolish, thought the swordsmen as he deflected a bullet and swiftly hopped backwards. The second bullet hit nothing but dirt and the first flew toward the gunman. If the young marksmen had not said anything he could have taken the skilled Swordmaster out with little effort. Instead he not only gave away his position ,but telegraphed his next attack.

The bullet that the swordmaster had deflected rushed toward the gunman who was coming down, but the boy was skilled. Shooting a second shot from his chamber the young man deflected the on coming projectile and landed into the blacken earth. Beforehand the Swordmaster had underestimated him. He was sure he was dealing with a foolhardy lad who did not know a thing about combat or fighting in the world. It was for those reasons that the boy was given a opportunity to take his life. However by either sparing the swordmaster by speaking or his own foolish youthfulness the boy had lost his advantage. The swordsmen would not lower his guard again, nor take it easy on him. With that statement in mind the next action taken would make the most sense.

The moment the boy's foot hit the ground the swordsmen was on him. Swinging his blade at the same blinding speed from before the swordsmen moved to claim the head of his young opponent. The blade cut thought the air like a longboat through the ocean. It's intended destination was his neck. However the sudden rise of a gun barrel quickly turned the tables of the fight. With one gun the boy blocked the blow. The sound of steel against steel filled the air as the swordsmen looked in surprise. Not only had he blocked his blinding blade, but he had also done it with one hand and with the barrel of a gun no less. The sword scratched into the steel of the gun, but it was unable to pierce thought the tempered steel.

"You did not think it would be that easy did you", spoke the lad as he swung his arm and threw the swordsmen blade back. He then raised his other hand up and pointed the gun across and fired at the swordsmen. Following the momentum of the push the swordsmen moved to the gunner's left side dodging the oncoming attack. The young man then pulled up his right hand and began to fire at the swordsmen with both pistols. Dodging one and cutting down the other the swordsmen avoided the new hail of bullets.

"Run run as fast as you can", shouted the young man as he fired another shot from his left hand gun. The swordsmen dodged the shoot as he sprinted around the gunaman. The circular motion he moved made it difficult for him to be shot, not because of aim, but because the marksman arms could not keep up with him. As the fight moved on the swordmaster kept count of how many shots his opponent was firing. He was not sure if the gunman himself had kept up with it, but his two revolvers had only five shots each, a grand total of ten bullets. The one he had just dodged was nine.

"If no one can't shoot you, I sure can", he shouted as he pulled the trigger on his right hand gun. The bullet, to the Swordsmen surprise, was far faster than the last one. The projectile would have hit him dead on if it was not for the hilt of his sword. The little iron ball slammed into the guard on the blade and shattered it like glass. Unfortunately for the marksmen it did not rip thought the sword. Instead it simply bounced off of it and ricocheted into a nearby wall.

"Ten", shouted the swordsmen as he took a hard right step and began to lunge in toward the gunman. A evil smile crossed the boy's face as he held up his right gun and pulled the trigger. However nothing came out and a look of surprise crossed his face. That surprise was all the swordsmen needed to see to make him commit to his attack. Stepping in the swordsmen lunged toward the young man. His blade pointing forward and his aim true. The gunner, now realizing he was out of bullets did something that the blade master did not expect.

In this situation you would expect a gunner to try to run or try to reload, as foolish as a idea that was. However this man knew his stuff. His opponent had attacked with a lunge attack. It was a straight forward slash, obviously the best mode of action would be to turn your body and side step it. Any swordsmen would think this and try it, but the real challenge was always moving your body with enough speed to do so. Most marksmen were fast, but they lacked that instinct a swordsmen had or better yet a warrior. The kid, did not.

As the swordmaster lunged forward the gunman side stepped him and dodged the blow. This would be the moment when one would normally reload there gun, and the swordmaster knew it. The stab was not the final end of the attack. As the stab ended the swordmaster simply shifted the sword slightly, far faster than one could reload with the fastest fingers, and then turned the sword into a slashing attack. It was truly a move for a master. However the gunman was no armature in close range combat. The swordmaster was truly starting to learn that.

Instead of trying to reload his guns the gunner brought his weapons down. He saw the shift in sword attacks coming and blocked the blade with the barrel of his left hand gun. The struggle could clearly be seen on the young man's face as his arms fought against the power of the swing. The gunman was strong, but his guns were not meant to be swords. The design made it difficult to hold the bun steady in that angle which made blocking such a attack more strainous on his muscles. However the boy held true. He had blocked the attack. Seeing the opportunity the gunman jumped backwards behind the swordsmen.

"Oh no you don't", shouted the blademan as he turned his body around pulling the sword over his head and slashed downward with a powerful swing. The swordsmen did not even bother trying to calculate the gunmans moves. At this point he was sure the gunman did not follow the same rules as a normal marksmen. Following that logic he knew the man would not have attempted to reload, but instead he would... The sound of metal gainst metal filled the air the swordsmen blade slammed down against the twin barrels of the gunman's guns. "As expected", spoke the sowrdsmen as he pressed down on his sword attempting to cleave thought his opponents guns. The gunman held the blades in a cross guard above his head. The strain and struggle could be seen on his face just like before as he prevented the sword from coming down on him. The same strain however was on the Swordsmen face as he attempted to pull the blade down and end the fight.

They stayed this way for about three seconds.Both men struggled against each other, the swordsmen trying to bring the blade down and spit open the Gunman's head and the brash young gunner trying to push the blade off his barrel. The gunner was fighting a up hill battle, but the strength of his arms became apparent as the swordmaster's blade began to rise. Looking into the young gunner's eyes the swordmaster knew what was going to happen next. The young lad took a deep breath and then gave a new sudden burst of energy. Instead of fighting it the swordmaster pulled his sword back breaking off the clash and then stabbed forward. The attack caught the gunner off guard, but like the swordsmen his reflexes were fast.

Pulling his body to the side the gunman was able to dodge the blade, but his shirt was not so lucky. The sword stabbed into the fabric creating a clean hole in the cloth. The gunman thought the worst was over, but the sinister expression in the face of the swordmaster told him that the attack was not over. His mind rushed back to the beginning of the fight, the last time the swordsmen did a stabbing attack.

"Crap", he spoke as he tried to pull away, but his shirt, which was wrapped around the blade, restricted his movement. The swordmaster turned the stab into a slach, and despite the gunner's attempt to jump backwards the blade cut deep into his flesh. A red flash filled the eyes of the swordsmen as he saw blood spew from the gunner's side. His body slammed to the ground and then rolled over. The gunner's face was pointed away from the swordsmen, but the river of blood flowing from his side gave testament to his work.

"Brave fool", spoke the swordsmen as he swung his blade and removed the blood. Victory was now his and the loud mouth was dead. Placing his sword back into the scabbard the swordsmen began to walk away. However the sudden roar of the sky caught his attention and a eerie numbness fell over his body.

"Terrible weapons", spoke a voice as the young gunner stood behind him. He was holding his side with his left hand and aiming with his right. "They are only useful up close and there ability to kill is limited." As he finished speaking the swordsmen fell to the ground. The bullet fired by the gunman was close to his heart and blood began to pour out of his body at a rapid pace.

"Unlike the gun", spoke the gunner as he began to fire off four more shots into the now defenseless man. "I don't have to get close to finish you off." With the battle decided and his body bleeding the young gunner began to walk back toward the tavern. Everyone who was watching the fight booed and gawked, but he did not care. He was alive and he was sure the other guy was not. Besides who cares about praise when you are bleeding from you side.

"Damn", spoke the gunman as he took a few more steps. "I think he may have got me", he spoke as he fell to his knees.

"Yamato", shouted a voice from the inn as Fate looked out and caught the end of the dual.

"That no good cheater", shouted a nameless swordsmen as he drew his sword. "I will cut him to ribbons", he shouted. His voice was soon followed by a group chant of agreement and the sound of blades being drawn. My sword remained were it was. They both fought in a dual and Hydra won. Just because the person they liked lost did not mean they had the right to cut him up. On the other hand however, this was Yamato. He was probably dead and his lost was a great blow to the swordsmen community. Who was I to stop them from getting there revenge.

"Crap", spoke Hydra as he tried to move, but he had lost to much blood. His body was going cold and his muscle would not follow his orders. A mob of angry swordsmen rushed forward looking to rip him to piece and at the moment it seemed like it would be lights out.

"Enough", a voice ripped though the air as a figure lunched itself from the crown and infront of Hydra. A leg suddenly appeared and a group of five people began to fly backwards slaming into the others and knocking them off there feet. In a magnificent Don the hooded man from before suddenly appeared. His bad sense of fashion stood out like a sour thumb. "Anyone who wants to touch this man has to go though me! Are you man enough to take on the mighty Gonk!"

Chapter End

Chapter 2