User blog:Rasengan66/BM Chapter 1

This is a thing I wrote in 6th grade that I kinda wanna work on more now. I only wrote this and another chapter. Please review it and see how it is. And give me feedback because my writing is terrible. (also I changed the names because they used to be irl people)

Suddenly, it was dark. Pitch black. The human eye had no hope of piercing the seemingly endless abyss. This area, void of all light… this place was the perfect spot for the gathering. All that one could see was a pair of glowing eyes. Eyes glowing with a mysterious anger.

A mysterious voice came roaring out of the void, shattering the silence. It was dark and cold, and it reeked with evil. It came from the back of the cave.

"Kansuke. Those Icelandic demigods have been a thorn in our side for far too long. Go, get rid of them. I heard Iceland is infested with Megas. That should satisfy you.”

The one called Kansuke did not reply. Only three pure white bats silently flapped out of the cave, flying away into the faraway sunlight.

The bright-eyed one spoke this time. Their voice was full of rage, as if they wanted something done that just wouldn’t work, yet it lacked the malicious intent the first voice had. “I’ve pinpointed the location of their Chicago base. Everyone is in position. We’re ready to attack.”

The one in the back responded again with his icy voice. “Good. We will attack next full moon."

Another sound could be heard now: A smacking of lips coming from the middle of the room. Those same lips broke the silence for the third time: “At last… You’ve all been neglecting my pack for so, so long…”

“No one else has anything to say?” the first voice asked. “Alright, then. Everyone, you know the plans. Scatter.”

Shirita shot into a sitting position, his sheets soaked in sweat. It was just a dream, it seemed. But was it? The voices seemed real… as if he was watching them talk right in front of him. He even saw those glowing eyes glare at him, just for a split second… did the thing behind those eyes know he was there?

Of course not. That's impossible.

It doesn't mean anything. he thought to himself, ''I just need to get more sleep. I’ve been spending too much time studying lately.''

Studying. Ahh, if only he was out there, training with his demigod friends. But unfortunately, he had no power- no magical parent to grant him any. All he had was an average, kind mother, and a father about as decent as a dirty sock. Every once in a while, as he walked to school, a monster would approach out of the forest. Everyone would back off until some hero came in to save the day, blasting magical fire or beams of energy at the fiend.

Shirita smirked, a pained expression etched onto his face. I can’t be a hero. I’ll just go to college and become a scientist like my mother wants. Yeah, that’s alright with me. Let Tanro & his friends go save the world.

He got up out of his bed, let out a lion’s roar of fatigue, and left his room to begin his morning routine.

Kurato walked out of his room at exactly the same time at Shirita. However, there was a major difference in their plans for this beautiful, sunny day. As he walked out into the light, he, rather than turn for a long day of school, ran out into the nearby forest. As he walked with a skip in his step to the place they were to meet, he noticed the autumn leaves, stained with shades of deep crimson and bright yellow.

Admiring the surroundings, he was suddenly surprised by the smiling face of Kashimi, an experienced demigod who he recognised to be his trainer for the day. Her light brown hair drifted across her smiling face and seemed to merge with the fall scenery quite nicely.

Tanro was already there. He was wearing a green T-shirt and athletic shorts, both of which complemented his neat brown hair rather nicely. He was early, as usual. Tanro was the definition of a “model student” (despite them not really being students in the first place), and always showed up to training 15 minutes before we were supposed to and doing stretches to warm up.

Hatsuga was the opposite. He was normally pretty late. However, this time, he appeared to be almost on time. Unfortunately, this was only because his sleeping form lay draped over Shinmai's shoulder, his mop of black hair falling out like a waterfall. As opposed to Shinmai's white skin and overall plain apparel, Hatsuga was wearing dark clothing and sported random gadgets mixed around his body.

“Alright, we’re starting now!” Kashimi called out, beckoning the group to a plain clearing devoid of the characteristic autumn trees. There was a strangely shaped mossy rock right in the center, with many oddly-placed lumps.

Kashimi conjured a metal ball out of thin air and whipped it at the rock. The ball created a woosh in the air as it crashed into the stone.

Hatsuga suddenly woke up and screamed, shattering the peace of the forest, as the “rock” got up and punched the ball away, creating a woosh much louder than the first. Kashimi, apparently expecting this, created a wooden bat and swung at the ball with incredible strength, shattering it into a million tiny metal shards that cartwheeled through the air, throwing off light in all directions.

It had all been laid out for them: The mossy “rock” was in fact a rock troll who lived in this area. It seemed the exercise they were supposed to do was defeating it.

But how? he thought, ''I don’t really have any powers. All I have is this sword.''

But before he could dwell on the topic for much longer, Kashimi had already dealt with the opponent and called for Tanro to attack a different one.

Tanro, immediately after spotting the troll, ran at it, legs pumping faster than a eye could follow. Kurato watched in awe as he dashed through the wind before striking the monster with his swords, a devastating blow. The troll reared back, a deep groan ripping from its stone jaws. It swung out an arm, clipping a nearby tree and snapping it in half. Tanro planted his feet on to the falling log, flipping off of it and onto the troll’s back. It roared again, scraping gouges into its back as it desperately tried to knock Tanro off. Taking no chances, Tanro made two quick strikes to its neck, before somersaulting off to avoid being crushed by limp body.

If Tanro had dazzled them with physical strength and speed, Shinmai showed them his skill he had already accumulated as a demigod. Both of them, however, made Kurato feel miserable at his lack of the qualities necessary to fight evil and save the mortals from terrible monsters. How could he save regular humans when he was basically one himself?

Unsatisfied, Kashimi threw a second ball at another rock. She let this one drop to the ground.

But Shinmai struck before Kurato could further depress himself. In a fluid motion, a spear appeared in his hand. How did that get there? Shinmai was the son of the deity of Death, who's powers had nothing to do with summoning weapons like Kashimi. But it seemed the spear was just for show. He banged it against the ground and summoned a magical skeleton, which he gave the weapon to. Shimai's minion charged forward and stabbed the rock troll’s left arm, wounding it, before taking a right hook in the jaw. The skeleton turned into a mere pile of bones, and the spear vanished mysteriously.

Suddenly, Shinmai was charging the troll, and managed to slashed its injured left arm clean off with a longsword that appeared out of nowhere. Kurato blinked, focusing on the fight, and suddenly Shimai was holding a rather odd weapon that consisted of a metal ball and a knife, attached by a long rope. He shot the ball with his left hand, which wrapped around and immobilized the troll instantly.

Shinmai immediately jumped into the air and was pulled toward the troll by his tool. Using his downwards momentum, he leapt toward the troll. He brandished his knife, the blade gleaming in the sunlight, and stabbed the troll in the forehead, with a slice so clean no blood could ooze out until seconds later, when the beast was already on the ground, dead.

Kashimi called for Hatsuga to attack this time. She conjured yet another ball to wake another stone on the ground, which leapt upright, roaring in fury.

Hatsuga groaned, but he had already awaken. Out of a pouch on his belt, he got out a few ninja stars. Kurato at least knew Hatsuga's way of fighting, so he wasn’t too upset by it. Not compared to watching his friends use their magic. It was really just like that of a mortal, no demigodly powers at all.

But even Hatsuga was pretty skilled. Within seconds, the troll was impaled from head to toe with all manner of weapons- Kunai, shuriken, and strange spiked balls that hung on the monster’s skin awkwardly.

About to deliver the finishing blow, Hatsuga suddenly froze, a shuriken pinched in his grasp. He slowly lowered it to the ground, before reaching his right arm into the air. Slowly, ever so slowly, he moved his fingers so they were all separated. Then, he snapped.

The sound shot through the air as if it was a gun firing. A wave of heat rolled across the clearing, forcing everyone to recoil from him, even the troll. Tree leaves wilted, and dropped to the ground as the crumbled to ash. The grass turned brown, and several birds stopped their song.

Then a wall of fire shot out from his now-clenched fist, the pulse of heat re-emitted from his body with double the strength, this time accompanied by flame. The trees lit up as if they were torches, and the nearby creek completely disappeared. Everyone was launched backwards by the pulse of pure energy. There was a sick CRACK as a body connected with the remains of a troll.

So this is the power of a child of the god of explosions… I guess even Hatsuga has something special. Kurato disappointment in himself rung throughout his body as the explosion that caused it rang through the sky. Why can’t I have powers like the rest of them? What’s the point of being a demigod it I can’t fight? With Tanro's physical strength, Shinmai's skill at weaponry, and Hatsuga's magical explosions, I really can’t do anything, can I?

Kashimi stood, beaming, having seen how Hatsuga had awakened his power. Kurato looked over at his best friend in awe.

“How... how did you do that?”

Hatsuga took a while to respond.

“I- I don’t know. Something just clicked inside of me. Before I could tell what was going on, the power surged through me and let itself out.”

“Awesome!” Kurato grinned, but anyone who looked closely could see the strain on his smile. Luckily for Kurato, Hatsuga collapsed to the ground, seemingly exhausted by his display of power.

“Kurato! Your turn now!” Kashimi cried out to him, still smiling at her three previous trainees. It’s a shame, Kurato thought, that that smile will be gone soon. But Kurato still trudged over to a small patch of grass, where Kashimi woke up the final troll to fight.

Kurato drew his sword. He knew he had no hope, but he may as well try, right? He lunged toward his opponent, swinging at it with his blade. Hey! This isn’t that hard! I can do this! he thought, before it landed a devastating punch to his gut, throwing him into the air. Desperately, he threw his sword at the troll, but it was in vain- the blade snapped in half on the monster’s rocky skin.

Kurato fell onto the ground, aching all over, as everything slowly faded to darkness.