Takes of the Lost Shinigami: Book 2 Alternate Story Line

The Future Plans

Day's later, walking downstairs Storm would take the chance to check the mail, he'd find the guild's payments for eradicating the group of unwanted bears, as he began walking back inside the guild he'd see Min walking down the stairs of the guild, holding a small boy's hand, looking at his father Min would walk towards his father and smile.

" Father..." " Meet Blake..." "He's my son and your Grandson"

Looking at the boy Storm would smile placing his hand on the boy's head as he ruffled the young boy's hair as he smiled and proceeded to speak.
"It's nice to meet you, Blake."

As Storm tried to interact with the young boy, the child would slowly coward behind Min, gripping his pants leg tightly, letting out a small laugh, Min would tell him that his son is still shy and doesn't talk to a lot of people; As he said that he'd take Blake's hand that was gripping his pants and walk him to a nearby park. Watching as he began to train his son in the way's of fighting as he had learned, he'd smile as he saw and felt as though he'd become the leader of the next lineage of fighter's to help sustain this planet's balance of order. Sparring with his son using a frail twig, as his son practiced fighting with a sword made entirely of wood, from a tree claimed to be the heaviest and strongest source of wood on the planet, The Aspholtian Buloke. Noticing the severe injuries that his son had sustained, Min would watch and no longer attempt to attack his son using the small twig and would begin to dodge and weave. all of his Blake's drive and desire to attack had fully vanished, causing him to nearly faint and pass out. Walking over towards his son, as he was sitting on the ground, Min would slowly pull out a small vial attached to his necklace, opening it he'd smell the essence of what was in the small vial and cheerful grin would slowly make it's way across his face as he opened his mouth to speak.
"Blake.." "It's good that you're able to last this long against me..." "But at this rate, you'll end up dying before you can even begin, to manifest and master your powers...." "Drink this.. and get up.."

Placing the vial to his sons' mouth, Min would watch as the red liquid trailed down the sides of his son's exhausted face and into his mouth. Having been given a strange liquid, Blake would feel a strange feeling from his body, as this feeling occurred he'd feel his canine teeth curve and feel like they had suddenly begun growing at a rapid pace. The colors of his eyes would change, His right eye would change into a light faint shade of Babylon blue, as his left eye would remain the same, a crisp golden yellow clouded by a light film of green. Feeling all of his strength returning to his body, Blake would spring up from the ground, launching him high into the air, as he body slowly descended down he'd open a small pouch on the left side of his cargo pants and pull out a small wooden dagger and attempt to strike Min from above. Slowly extending his index finger, Min would wait and time his parry for Blake's attack. Seconds before the small dagger reached him, Min would jump pushing his feet off the ground, flying into the air, at an immense speed towards his son, as he did he'd lightly strike the side of the dagger, Sending Blake flying into a nearby tree. Meanwhile, as Storm placed the guilds earnings into the vault located in the headmaster office, he'd head downstairs towards the bar, making himself a small drink.

Moving from behind the counter to go sit down at one of the nearby tables, he'd notice his son, Lavie. Walking down the stairs, with his shirt off and his body covered in various bandages he'd glare at his father as he sat next to him, opening his mouth to speak.
"Father I swear if someone comes here to wage war on us. " "I will gladly do the honors of killing you myself and claiming this guild as my own."

Laughing at the words of his son as the air around them began to intensify, Storm would let out a small smirk before responding. .
"That's very funny Lavie.." "But being honest, you and I both know that you can't kill me." "You aren't even a 12th of full my power, so I doubt you'll be successful with that attempt, I'm not some fictional hero with an absurd weakness like mythical rocks or futile elements."

Chuckling, even more, Storm would slowly take the cup, raising it to his lips as he took a small sip and proceeded to speak again.
"Well... on Second thought, you could have a chance, if you teamed up with the rest of our member's." "But seeing as Star is still currently the second Strongest member in the guild, I know he wouldn't betray the mutual trust we share"; "And even if he did he wouldn't dare let you become the headmaster."

Looking over towards the stairs Storm and Lavie would hear Rushifa stumbling from his room, down the stairs, as he made his way over to the bar holding his stomach. Mumbling under his breath, Storm would ask Rushifa to speak louder if he had something to say. Looking over towards them, and would remain silent. Taking a bottle of rum off the shelf, Rushifa would sigh as he looked towards the door and noticed, a man had walking up to the guild doors. Looking at everyone as he walked into the doors of the guild, screaming

"I just came here to inform that I have killed the Tyrannical Tony and has taken over all of his armies, in doing so there's going to be changes." "For starters, We will not wagewar with your guild or even level it." "Instead, we will be holding a tournament of power to prove both of our guild's independent Might."

Storm would smile as he placed the tip of his finger into his glass and slowly twirl his fingers around in the ice.
"Well..." "Well you must've gone to great lengths to kill Tony..." "I'm not gonna lie." "I was honestly looking forward to fighting him, even if it were on sparring terms." "However, I will not dwell on mere Thoughts." "So.." "Likewise, I will accept your tournament, though something within me warns me to be cautious, on whether the fact of this being a rouse..." "

Storm would stand up and walk over to the Man,
"Well Sir, What is your name..."

Lavie looked at his Father.
"Your not planning on going through with this, are you dad?". "We haven't even finished repairing the things that were broken because of that incident with Ragnarok and-."

Storm, would quickly cut off Lavie before he could finish speaking.
"I know what I'm doing, but this new friend..." "I find very intriguing..." "If you don't like my motives than, feel free to leave." .

The man would chuckle at the bickering of Storm and his Son.
"I am a man of my word, and there will be no bloodshed even though it took a lot to put Tony down.." "But Nevertheless." "I wish to hold this tournament every ten years." "That way we do not run the risk of waging war." "I also understand that you do not trust me, but I will make a change to the name of my army that has been sullied."

Storm would hum to himself, un-assuringly as he listened to what the man had to say, before replying.
"I hope you understand, there will be consequences if there is Bloodshed." "But the fact that you have taken Tony down, by your lonesome at that." "It makes me that much more intrigued but are you sure that every ten years is a proper fitting to such an event?" "If you do not mind me asking what kind of name did you have in mind."

The man responded by saying.
"I have not come up with a name for it yet." "I do suppose every five years seems to be more fitting." "Now all I need now is to shake your hand." Storm Would smile, "Very well if that is all that you require,"

Storm would slowly extend his hand as would the man and shake each other's hand. After they had finally finished talking about the Guild Tournament and the Man had exited the Guild returning to his own, Rushifa would slowly walk to the bar and grab several bottles of rum. Then he would leave a few dollars and some change on the counter where everyone was as he floated out of the guild and floated around the city with all of his bottles as he sipped rum. Meanwhile, The man had went to his home, a perfectly hidden castle on the edge of the city, He'd be in an area with a Skorpion SMG on his upper back. While strapping an SA08 Bullpup assault rifle along with a 9mm pistol he had strapped his left leg. Then as he started Running forward he took out his 9mm and fired eight shots into eight different mannequins, all hits were complete headshots. Afterward, he had Pulled out his Bowie knife and stabbed one of the mannequin's eight times and then had executed a spinning roundhouse kick to another dummy sending it flying at speeds over 200 Mph into the wall. He had continued on his training by pulling out a Bullpup assault rifle that he fired in all directions hitting each mannequin as he finally does a side flip into the finishing circle, finishing at a new record time.