Across the world, it is a children's tale, and a literary classic. The Legend of Yuma, the Valiant.
As depicted in the story, Yuma is a loyal yet reckless soldier in an army that fought the spirits from other worlds, coming to spread their ill will.
Born into a family of farmers, Yuma began his life in a peaceful state, kind to those around him and playing with the other children in the village. But, one day, a war began between the demons and evil spirits rising from Hell to prey upon the living humans.
As it was required for every male in the village, Yuma took up a sword and charged. Surpassing all the warriors of the village, Yuma had slain more than half of the attacking force. Walking home, he was celebrated as a hero and given much praise.
Every day, sun and moon light, Yuma went back to the battlefield and fought with all his will until he was too tired to continue and simply passed out, the exhaustion taking over. His comrades would shake their heads, and one of the men would carry him back to the village where, once he awoke, was once again congratulated.
Every time one of his fellow villagers offered him a smile, a few words of praise or happiness, Yuma's determination to save his people solidified. Taking his sword up yet again, with a determined grin, Yuma marched through the village with renewed energy and resolve.
But it would be that day that would lead to his death.
That day, the demons and spirits had decided to bring a deadly spirit with them. Yuma, foolishly believing that he could defeat it, charged alone as his comrades and friends begged to him stand back. His father had grabbed onto his arm, pleading him to stay. Shaking the elder man off, Yuma only smiled and said, 'If I die, I will die with honor.'
Attacking the beast, Yuma's left arm was blown off, as was his left eye and a hole went through his right chest. Falling to the ground, Yuma died that day. He should have died.
Limping forth, Yuma's father approached the boy. "Foolish son of mine, if you had not made that choice you would have been able to live peacefully." As his father spoke these words, Yuma fell unconscious. His comrades watched as his father grew horns, holding out a hand to the body. Closing his eyes, he poured his life into his son's body, resurrecting the dead boy.
As Yuma woke, he saw his father. "Father? Are you all right?"
"Protect everyone for me, Yuma."
And his father's body blew away like dust.
He gazed at where his father had stood only seconds ago, wracked with grief. Turning to his fellow soldiers, Yuma's tears fell to the ground. But, only this time, his former comrades only closed their eyes and turned away, walking back to the village as the enemy forces pulled back. Confused, Yuma called out, only to receive no response.
Dragging himself back to the village, he saw the people staring at him, frightened, hateful. Yuma, disheartened and mourning, simply went home to wallow in the silence that now surrounded him. And, that night, with the new moon, Yuma fled.
Yuma ran to the wormhole that the demons and spirits had used to come up from Hell, and he jumped down, sword in hand. That night, all the demons and spirits lay dead, never to be seen again. Yuma smiled, sated. He had avenged his father, and saved his village.
Suddenly, he was struck by an arrow.
It was a demonic arrow, etched with curses and damnations. In his last moments, Yuma's smile widened, and he uttered these words.
I die with honor, and let the people hear the bells of freedom ring as they charge, downing the last of their enemies.
And Servant Saber was born.
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