The One Armed Fairy (Under Maintenance)

1: The Wolf's Arrival

(Spoilers for Sekiro: Shadows Die Twice and Fairy Tail)

In a land far, far away lies the kingdom of Fiore. A small, peaceful nation and a land filled with magic. Found in every home and bought and sold at every marketplace. For most, magic is nearly a tool, a mundane part of everyday life. For some, however, magic is an art, and they've devoted their lives to its practice. These are the wizards. Banded together into magical guilds, they ply their skills in search of fame and fortune. Many such guilds dot the landscape of Fiore, but there is a certain guild, in a certain town that soars high above the rest. Its name is Fairy Tail. It is a guild of which countless legends are made, and today a new legend is born within its halls. It is the story of the one-armed wolf named Sekiro.

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The small group of bandits stood around the shinobi, a handful of their brethren already laying at his feet, waiting for an opportunity to open so they could stab him in the back. A cheap trick that would not work against the swordsman standing before them, his bloodied sword ready to cut down any bandit that dared approach.

One of the marauders grew impatient and with an ax raised above his head, he rushed forward, only to be met with a shuriken lodged in his throat. As two more sprinted forward, crude blades at the ready, the shinobi prepared himself for the deadly encounter. With the swiftness of the wind, he swung his blade in an arc, cutting the bandit across the chest and spilling crimson life upon the dirt.

As the last of the bandits stepped forward from behind, the shinobi turned and slashed down before piercing his blade through the bandit's throat. The bandit was a young boy, barely above the age of 20, a look of surprise and horror on his face. The young boy gazed into the dark and cold eyes of the shinobi, as he tried to speak only blood came to his mouth. The boy's life faded from his eyes as his corpse slide off the blade, dropping to the dirt with a soft thud.

"I've killed your men, you're the only one left, come face me." The shinobi flicked the blood from his katana as a large man stepped forward, most likely the leader of these bandits.

"You're skilled I'll give you that, but if you think you can win against me then you got another thing coming." The leader cracked his knuckles as rock formed over his skin. The shinobi had only faced a few opponents that could use magic so easily, the versatility of magic users in this land made for very dangerous and unpredictable encounters. The shinobi's blade would have difficulty cutting through the rock that encased the bandit leader.

The shinobi raised his sword in a defensive position but it proved useless as the large man came charging towards him, slapping the katana from his hands as it bounced along the ground. Before the swordsman could react he was grabbed by his neck and smashed against a tree, feeling his ribs break before being slammed into it again.

"I'm gonna break your bones until there are none left the break." The bandit spoke in a fierce voice as he smashed the shinobi against the tree again. The shinobi could easily reach for the blade on his back but... no, he could do this without it, no need to waste it on someone like this. With a quick flick of his left arm, the shinobi armed himself with a flame barrel. Raising his arm he unleashed a hellish barrage of fire upon the stone man's face, the rocky armor quickly started heating up but the man refused to let go, even as screams of agony erupted from his mouth.

The stone bandit tried to push the shinobi's arm away, tried to make the flames stop but he couldn't take the pain anymore. Dropping the swordsman from his grasp he turned away, falling to his knees as he peeled the layer of rock off his face. Ripping the stone from its place the man's face was completely scorched, his skin burned and charred. The shinobi retrieved his blade from the ground and approached the bandit, placing a gourd from his belt up to his lips and drinking from it.