The Call to Rise

Legend of the Samurai Part 2: A Mysterious Vigilante

Author's Note: So someone, and I'm not saying who *cough @Lightning_Dragon_101 cough* really wanted a new chapter, otherwise they might explode. So, I got inspired and managed to finish editing this chapter. Hope you guys enjoy!

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Elsewhere, in an abandoned building on the outskirts of Ninjago City, sparks flew and metal creaked. A certain spunky girl turned off the welder in her hands and lifted up her metal face shield. She scrutinized her handy work before deciding that it was acceptable. She climbed down the small step ladder that she had been standing on and placed her welder down on a nearby bench. She walked across the big room towards a table covered in gears, blueprints, and a few other odds-and-ends. A strangely shaped helmet sat on the edge of the table. She pulled up a short stool and sat down at the table. She grabbed a screwdriver and the helmet. She started to tighten a few screws inside the helmet, looking up every so often to gaze out the window in front of her.

    Ninjago City was a nice place, and it had been ridiculously easy to find a place to set up a base of operations without too many people noticing. There were plenty of places to get something to eat, and she even managed to score a temporary job at an automobile repair shop. Still, the girl wouldn't call the big city home. Come to think of it, she hadn't been able to call anyplace home for a while now. Not since she was a little girl....

    The girl shook her head, trying to banish the memories of her dark past. She succeeded in burying most of them, but one lingered. It was from her brief stay(if you call the first eight years of her life 'brief') in the place of her birth--from a little village known as Ignacia. With her father and her older brother, she once had a happy childhood.

    Then, it was stolen from her.

    At eight-years-old, the girl had become an orphan. Her father had been slain inside of his own house, and her brother had disappeared, never to be seen again. At least, that was what the villagers believed. The girl knew better. Her brother had sacrificed himself to save her.

    To this day, the girl regretted not doing anything to prevent it. She could have stopped him, or at the very least gone with him. But no. Instead she had run away like a coward, and left her brother behind to lead their pursuers astray. He had promised that he would come back, that he would be okay. The girl had waited and waited and waited, but her brother never returned. By the age of ten, she had given up any hope that he was returning. By age twelve, she sincerely believed that her brother was dead.

    By age thirteen, she started plotting revenge.

    At one of the many foster homes that she had been to, the man taking care of her was a car mechanic who built robots on the side. He taught her a few things during her stay there, and she could honestly say that she was sad when she had to leave. But the things that she had learned helped her immensely, as they provided a way to enact her revenge against the people that had stolen her family from her. It had taken her almost two years, but after a lot of blood, sweat, and effort, her masterpiece was ready. All she needed to do now was figure out a way to test it...

    The sound of an explosion broke the girl from her concentration. Setting down the helmet, she stood up and looked out the window, her hands placed gently on the glass.

    Not to far from her little hideout, maybe a few blocks away, the girl could make out smoke billowing out from over the building tops and people running away in fear. Grimacing, she walked back to the big table. She knelt down and dragged out a small box. Inside the box was a set of armor, a pair of daggers, and a small  gold bracelet with a big red jewel in the center. The girl donned the armor and hid the daggers in a pair of pockets hidden from view. She attached the bracelet firmly to her right wrist, making sure that nothing could remove the bracelet.