Thread: Oh My Goddess (Thanatos and I)

FancyBrat said There is a tale of a great battle that occured in the land of Nippon, one between neighboring villages that were pretty much fed up with one another. One village, Kazemura, was rich in vegetation, while the other, Yukimura, was home to a famous blacksmith. Both villages were popular stops for food and weaponry alike, though there was always a great deal of tension between them. There were numerous occurences of assaults during exchanges between the two, and one day they had both had enough. Both villages had started to build up forces against one another, looking to take absolute control over the other. With a blacksmith and his apprentices in Yukimura, weapons were much more available, thus leading to a larger force. Seeing as they had a very slim chance of winning, the inhabitants of Kazemura had turned their hopes to the heavens. There was said to be a guaridan diety in a deep slumber, and their prayers were enough to awaken her. Fueled by their belief, the goddess had gone to battle, single-handedly annihilating the opposing forces. With this, Yukimura was now under the control of its neighbor. A shrine was built in honor of the goddess that aided Kazemura, where it is said she still resides to this day... Present day Nippon... Since the great battle between Kazemura and Yukimura, there had been a significant drop in assaults. There are still many residents in Yukimura who are outraged that they are to be controlled, but their actions are restrained, in fear that this goddess may come and wipe them out. The village of Kazemura was just as lively as ever, having many people traveling in and out to get their hands on fresh fruits, vegetables, and other nessecities. The shrine had been built a little outside the village in a small remote area. A long path leads up to it, and many people still go to pay their respects. A giant lock had been placed around the doors of the shrine, with only the holy men of the village holding the key. They claim to enter inside every now and then to be in the presence of their guardian, though she has yet to be seen by the other villagers. At this time of the day, everyone was too busy manging their booths or carrying out their daily routines, so the area around the shrine was empty. It was truly a great place for meditation, as the sounds of the village could not reach here. There is always a gentle breeze blowing through the area, sending a few leaves scattering across the stone floor. The inside of the shrine was still a mystery to the other villagers, as they were not allowed inside of course. Another breeze washed through the area, carrying with it the faintest hint of a voice. Someone... Click to expand... Nijo Minamiyori was no stranger to the legends. The stories he was told as a child when he asked where his daddy had gone off too. They always came back with the same thing, the Goddess had taken him to a better place. Even back then something felt off about that story, something he couldn't quite put his finger on, his Father from what he had heard before was the villagers greatest warrior, something young Nijo had shown quite exceptional skill at himself. Though we're getting sidetracked. Nijo's father had been the best, why would the Goddess want to remove him from this earth in such a manner. Having grown up in the village of Yukimura, he had been dealing with blades and other crafts of a blacksmith's forge for as long as he could remember. Gaining his first apprenticeship at a young young age with a swordsmith, he had loved it, every single moment of it. From that young age until present day, he had worked for that Master Swordsmith, practicing the art of folding the blade, the rites and ceremonies that went into crafting a Katana, it was no mean feat! It took quite a bit of study and work to even get that wave along the edge of the blade. Though not only did he spend his time making these artful blades, the other parts of his time were spent training both hand to hand as well as utilizing the finished product of his craft. Slowly but surely people amongst the town began to whisper, that young Nijo, was following in his father's footsteps, those spoke these words with awe and fear. Awe to have a hero amongst them again, fear for the last time they had such a powerful warrior, half the men of their village were slain by the Goddess. The lie they told Nijo was to stop him from just charging off. That is until one day, when his mother had let it slip, he had found her crying in front of an alter, today was the anniversary of his death, when he asked her why she seemed so upset, his mother finally broke down and told him the truth. It felt like his whole world was crashing in, everything he knew was a lie, his father wasn't taken from this earth like it was a great boon. He was killed by her with half of the men of this village. He kissed his mother goodbye, and her cries renewed thinking she was about to lose a son as well. Turning at the door after collecting his supplies, he would pull that mask half up his face. Do not cry for me, I will come back. His blood was singing for vengeance, and it was everything he had not to sprint straight to that temple. Though no, he slowly let his thoughts gather, as he walked the long path thinking about what he was going to do. The Goddess was a myth, wasn't she. The holy men claimed to have seen her but there is no way she could have come to life to destroy his father's assault. There had to be another way, he was determined to find out the answer. Arriving at the temple, looking at the quaint little set up, how quiet and peaceful it seemed here. Moving down the path, he would drop to his knees, blade held out before him, still in its scabbard. Bowing his head. Goddess, listen to me. I am Nijo Minamiyori, son of Kiato Minamiyori. I have heard of your treachery and seek a vengeance only your defeat can sate. To take from these people who believe in you, what you have taken from me so long ago.