First step to Ragnarok

As snowy hills passed the periphery of his vision, the grand sight of a shimmering sea surrounded by towering glaciers came within view. The *traveler's* robe and cowl had been covered in a thin layer of fresh snow; with thick leather boots he trod across the ice in a pace quickened by purpose. Yet longing lingered as a lump in his chest. Strangely enough, the cold land reminded him a lot of home.

**“Why does this feel like home?”** he wondered as he strode forward, seeking answers, snowy hills followed by an icy tundra filled with nothing filled his vision only stopping once before muttering to himself “**a sword’s poor company for a**

**long road”.**

The same snowy hills and tundra were part of the Iron country, stealthily he had wandered there, seeking answers for the many questions he had “**Why did my father have these? How did he obtain such items, where was he from? and who was he really?”** All those enigma’s filled the mind of the young man named Ganshou as he walked with the weapon, the treasure bestowed upon him by his dad sealed within a scroll he kept stored in his pouch.

As days passed he continued on to wander the uncivilized areas of Iron country walking upon a valley where he had heard an echo from.

“**Who goes there?**” a man's voice growled through the wind.

Ganshou had froze in his place behind an icy pillar, already reaching for his sword as a gust of wind cut through the icy pillar, barely having enough time to avoid the attack by squatting down quickly, “**This land doesn’t welcome lost wanderers**” a second voice was heard, but that one sounded older, and even angrier than the previous one.

As Ganshou got up, the sliced snow filled the area while two men were standing in front of him, but they did not see his features only a silhouette and two crimson dots staring back at them with menace

**“ a wanderer isn't always lost”** he replied to the figures opposing him as he drew his sword.

The fight lasted for many minutes, until Ganshou turned out victorious, both men laid there, defeated and bloodied as the young man stood tall they spoke to him “**Finish us, send us to the heavens don’t leave us to bleed out like dogs”**

For a moment it seemed like time stood still, endless thoughts of darkness and despair filled the mind of the victorious one “**The only absolute in this world is that everything has an expiration date”**

Ganshou brandished his sword, slicing both the men’s heads off as breath vapor left his mouth “**There is only death… Mine, or yours!”** He said with dedication as he swung the sword once in the air to fling off the excess blood staining it before sheathing it on his back.

Days have past since the battle and the wanderer had left the Land Of Iron, heading towards his known birth place, Land Of Moon “**If anyone would have any answers for my past, it’s the Uchiha, someone must have known my mother”** That’s the thought, the hope Ganshou clinged onto on his way there.

On the fourth day he finally arrived in the old town he grew up in, at the outskirts of Land Of Moon, not many people lived there, and they had noticed him as a stranger, yet he had familiar eyes.

He walked automatically to his old house as if his legs had a guidance system leading him back where he came from before suddenly stopping and turning to the voice of an old woman “**Ah, little Ganny I wondered when will you show up here**”

“**Do I know you?”** Ganshou answered immediately.

“**I’ve known you ever since you could fit into a small chair”**  the old woman answered as she opened the door behind her and gave off a welcoming gesture towards Ganshou to come in.

Coming in the house the wanderer felt oddly home as he sat down on a small wooden chair in front of a fireplace “**How do you…”** He began asking before being silenced by the old lady, she had a small frame and walked very slowly but her figure was still emitting menace and danger, as if she fought a thousand battles.

And there it was, two Uchiha sat down in a small woodland home with a thin layer of smoke emitting from the chimney, apparently she was Ganshous godmother, and Rhitta’s very close friend, Yes, it was at that day Ganshou had first known his mothers true name, and his fathers too,

“**Your father came from far away, we did not know where but he seemed like he had a heavy burden, your mother Rhitta fell for him in an instant, he was quite handsome, just like you.**

**His name was Kaiju Kai, he was of a great blacksmith family that used to live in the north, And in the one month they were together they had you, Ganny.**

**But after a month Kaiju had left without a trace, only leaving a large amount of Ryo, and a scroll containing one of his ancestor’s creations, we did not know how he came to possess it but he must have known where it was hidden.”**

And so it came to be known to Ganshou of his family, as he looked at the weapon bestowed upon him by his father, Kabutowari, yet he very much disliked the name not wanting anything to remind him of the ingrate Samurai for killing his ancestors

So he named the Hammer, Kaiju for his father’s memory which also meant “Monster”

And  the axe he had named Rhitta in memory of his mother who had already passed away during his teens, this way he could fight for both his Uchiha lineage, cutting down foes with Rhitta, and smashing any opposition with the might of Kaiju.

However Ganshou had much to learn before he could master the weapon and so he began his training journey with Kabutowari, the weapon which he held like a sacred treasure.