The Unknown Saga

Episode 2; Over and Over Again

The year is 1200. The country is japan. The island, was what will be called Okinawa. The day, well it was tuesday. That was the day that the first born of the Yoruuichi clan finally came out to the world. Her name was Aoi, due to the rivers donning an unnatural shade of blue hue during her birth. The summer that year was one of great prosperity for the Yoruuichi clan; being able to herd the raging steer known as the japanese economy. As the era of samurai had started truly picking up steam, The Yoruuichi had taken to becoming blacksmiths and armor refiner's. They had collected enough Yen that they could have opened their own dojo and training center. To which, that is exactly what they did. The center was dubbed 'The Yoruuichi Center of Mighty Warrior's' to have honor towards those fighting in war. To have new warriors made in their own home, armed with their own weapons and donning their own armor made inside the center in front of their very eyes. Each sword and set of samurai's armor came with color's that were decided upon by the owner of the set, as a way to bind them to their armor. To make their armor truly feel like a second skin above their true skin. Something that they would and could feel incredibly proud to die in. That no matter the time, they could lay their life down in this armor and say their life was good.

But one day, 3 years after the birth of the youngest yoruuichi daughter, a simple yokai had come to town. Everyone had thought that this yokai was just a regular man, until it was very clear that he was another damn devil. The Monster had Four tentacles coming out of his back, and Two wings planted on his shoulder blades. Their skin was a sickly turquoise hue as scales had layered their body, and their face was undefinable. It had eyes that were stretched to the length of egg's and yet had the width of a human thumb. They had no nose, and their mouth was simply empty. There were no lips or creases where the mouth should be, just a whole that signified that was the mouth, with razor sharp teeth inside. Each tooth looked like it was from a completely different animal. The snarl of the devil was something to be truly feared by every single man on the face of Okinawa. Each and Every single person on the island was slaughtered ruthlessly, ending the brutal Killing spree with The yoruuichi clan. Their youngest daughter had a fear that they couldn't understand as the devil came closer. Their body was trying to flee, but suggested to fight, yet couldn't choose to do one or the other. Their mind was running with anxiety and unfettered fear. A scream of bloodcurdling proportion's had rang out before their life was stolen, being ripped away from the baby at an unfair age.

The Darkness that surrounded them seemed to be insurmountable, and yet; it felt so clearly just another barrier. The soul of this child was then greeted by a voice; "You. You are the Chosen one. Chosen to slay a devil that can and will plague the world for generations upon generations. He will die and return to this mortal plane, as will you. Warrior, I grant you sentience and courage. Go forth and Become The Devil Slayer." With these fabled words, The soul of Aoi Yoruuichi began the cycle of endless life and death. To train herself to become the worlds greatest warrior, to take down a devil she didn't even know if it could die. Such a horrendous devil, it seemed to follow her through time. No matter the name, No matter the day. She would experience the same set of tragedies in her life; She would be born anew in a brand new age, taking a portion of her strength with her in each repeated cycle. She would train her body to breaking point and let it snap in twain so that she can set the bar for herself higher and higher, becoming a warrior of such infamous reknown that she could accomplish a myriad of different things with just her words. Then She would meet The devil that she doesn't understand, as she would label it The Unknown Yokai, battling the oni to the death. But with her strength, she had no hope. She would always die.

She had seen thousands of ages. She had seen the period of the samurai begin and end, both she took great pride in. She had seen the iron ages of Anglo-Saxon area's with knights ferociously fighting under their king and queen for the honor of their approval. She had seen the despicable and often desolate times of viking's and pirate's. She had come to seen the advanced ages of men and women accompanied by advanced pellet slinger's, the era of Metal Horses with deadly howls of explosions and Steel Birds in the wide open sky chirping with the sound of death. She had seen armor made from the the smallest of resources to create dense pads, and Plastic being utilized to create helmets and goggles. She had seen combat and she has evolved with it, taking her skills with her. She had experienced in various ways of using a sword, of using a bow and arrow. She could utilize a modern day rifle infinitely better then most would think due to years of experience with older variants and versions. She has learned more in her reincarnation cycles then most people could learn in a single life of nothing but study. She knew the art of war better then Sun Tzu, those who knew her would dare say, but that is the terrifying prospect of reincarnation; For how much you may learn, you will still lose just as much. No Matter how spectacular she became, The devil always found her.