Name: Tsumi Buredo
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Position: Lawful Good
Powers/Abilities/Techniques/Skills: Basic Agility- Tsumi has climbed all his life, and thus, can now do
basic free running.
Below-Basic Cure- This, due to Tsumi’s lack of having practiced with Cure magic, does not actually heal. Rather, it moves
MINOR wounds to other locations (cannot transfer to other bodies).
Weapon/Items: Basic sword
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Appearance: Tsumi Buredo weighs in at an even 150 Pounds, and stands at 6”2. Tsumi has a rather scrawny build and, much to his dismay, no matter how much he eats, he just can’t seem to gain any weight. Tsumi's white hair is mostly short, but two strands in front go down to his mouth, nearly blocking out his calm, focused eyes. In fact, Tsumi’s eyes are Dichromatic, his “normal eye” is a subtle grey, while the other is a complete negative image, the whites of the eye having turned black, while the iris turned white. As for clothing, Tsumi prefers his metal vest, metal gloves, and steel pants. Tsumi's pants are, in fact, all one piece. This is accomplished with overlapping cloth, and the attachment of metal plates. The cloth under the steel is made of a thick silk, which offers almost as much defense as steel, hence the plating. On Tsumi’s chest is the mark of Xyn, which, although crooked, he wears very proudly. Tsumi's vest is made of steel, using very small chain links in some places, so that the wearer can still move comfortably.
This set of clothes was given to Tsumi by Raxino, a descendant of Kurcet, who struck a deal with Tsumi. The deal was, if Tsumi could beat Raxino with any one weapon in the shop, he would forge him the clothes free of charge, but if he failed, he would have to work at the blacksmith shop, with no pay, for five years. Tsumi chose a sword, while Raxino chose a chain of daggers he had made himself. Tsumi, deciding that a chain of daggers was more arrogant than dangerous, easily disarmed Raxino, knocked him down, and pointed his sword at Raxino's neck, before walking away. Of course, both Tsumi and Raxino were novices back then, with no idea of how to fight.
Personality: Tsumi is a rather strange individual. He is very sarcastic, while kind at the same time. Tsumi has a very strong sense of right and wrong, and intervenes into the simplest of conflicts. Tsumi does not understand his own mortality, and would gladly sacrifice himself for a good cause. He is a naturally brave soul, with one exception, GIRLS. Cannot talk to anything female, and usually gets a bit nervous when a girl talks to him. He knows nothing about romance so, when the topic is brought up, he becomes quiet.
Tsumi can usually withstand a girl’s presence once he gets to know them enough. Very sentimental about his life, but doesn’t really like to talk about it. Tsumi finds new motivation every time someone shows that they have genuine faith in him. Tsumi enjoys being social and talking to others. Tsumi doesn’t work well in a group he doesn’t know, but easily coordinates once he actually knows them. A clear head is the key to any win, and that’s exactly what Tsumi tells himself during every fight.
Tsumi will give anything to protect his sister, Amy. She is the only person that Tsumi can really share his feelings with. Tsumi would give anything to shield her from harm, even if it meant his own life. Tsumi does, however, tend to be overprotective of his dear sister and does not let anyone he doesn’t know near her. Tsumi has been trying for a while to learn how to cook, and always fails miserably. Shinrai, being incredibly kind, always chokes down every bite of Tsumi’s pathetic cooking. In short, the bond between Tsumi and his sister is unbreakable. Even across the bands of death, one would live on in the other’s heart.
Original World: Planet Peace
Current World: Traverse Town
History: Part 1: Planet Peace-Long ago, a small portion of each Planet broke away from their homes to travel away from the world. All of these villagers happened to be war veterans, or skilled warriors with only one goal in mind: To raise their children away from the violence, cruelty, and anguish that the universe contained. To this end, this group of elite fighters travelled deep into space, past where legends and rumors say to never venture. Eventually, they came to a location where one could not hear the suffering screams of those who chose to fight, and slowly built up a planet to support their children. Of course, no planet they could find had achieved the peace they longed for, so they instead chose to forge their own. This Planet came to be known as "Planet Peace".
Several generations later, these ideals had been forgotten, and replaced with the worshipping of a god of war. The children of the planet were taught to slaughter anyone they did not trust, and did so without remorse. This “god” was actually a group of three ancient demons: Zo, the demon of sight, Kyn, the demon of power, and Rei, the demon of magic. This group of demons was named “The dark trinity”. Each demon passed a single technique into the hands of the village of peace. These techniques became known as the “Blackheart” fighting style , as it was said that your heart had to be blacker than the darkest shadow to even think of studying these forbidden techniques. In fact, the Blackheart Techniques were so amazingly strong, that the use of a blackheart technique took a third of one’s soul, as payment.
Part 2: The Stained Soul-One hundred years after the discovery of the Blackheart Fighting Style… A boy, named Kurcet, was on his way to his ceremony of manhood. At the ceremony of manhood, a boy was required to choose his profession, and onto his chest would be branded the mark of the master who taught the chosen profession. Kurcet had grown up training in the arts of the Warrior; however, he had chosen to be a blacksmith. This astonished the whole village, especially his dearly beloved girlfriend, whom he had promised he would go with into Alchemic Research. She later asked him why he had broken his promise, for such a pitiful profession, to which he had replied “Something is coming. We may never get to see it, our children may never see it, but this is something I just need to do.”
Later, at the age of eighty, Kurcet got to see the disaster he had foreseen. A man strolled leisurely into the village, carrying only a small, thin, silver sword (Known to some as a “Katana”). He told the people of the village that he would return in three days, and when that time came, it would be the end of their world, and the beginning of a new one. As an example of his power, he destroyed the village’s council building. The council met (in a toolshed) and decided that the village’s strongest warrior would meet the stranger in battle; however, he would need a blade full of magic. Kurcet immediately took to forging a sword unlike any the world had ever seen. Kurcet smiled as he worked, knowing that his prophecy was indeed coming to pass. Kurcet put his heart into forging that grand blade, not even bothering to eat, or sleep, for fear that the deprivation of a few hours could mean the difference between a sharp blade, and a dull one.
The day of the battle came, however, the blade was not finished. The headstrong warrior came in to collect his sword, wearing an arrogant smile on his young face. Kurcet, determined to save his village, used all three blackheart techniques on the sword, which shattered it completely. All was not lost, as Kurcet knew. The Dark trinity appeared before him, extending demonic fingers toward him. Kurcet shook his head, instead choosing to bargain with these dangerous demons. He asked to keep his soul, and instead be bound to the village forever. In this state, he would watch over the villagers where the blackhearts could not. In exchange, the Dark trinity reformed the blade, sharpening it beyond anything a mortal blacksmith could accomplish. As planned, the arrogant young warrior went to battle against this stranger. Kurcet watched as this young warrior, overconfident and headstrong, was defeated by the stranger.
The stranger spoke. “Souls who have lost everything in a pitiful attempt to defeat me, hear this. Your world will be burned to ashes, but I shall leave two children, a male and a female, to rebuild. Every hundred years, I will return, and burn a single village to the ground.” This statement gave Kurcet no solace. Planet Peace burned to the ground, and now lay in the hands of two children, by the names of Tolak and Rybecca. All the while watched the soul of a blacksmith, who believed that the failure was not the warrior’s, but his own.
Part 3: Prologue-Birth, 15 years ago-“It's a boy, Mrs. Buredo.” Muchina Emyli lay on a hospital bed, crying from the sheer agony of giving birth (which will NOT be described in detail).Medical personnel rushed to her side to see that she was ok, and had not been harmed. “It’s a boy, you say?” She said, weakly. “Yes, ma’am. One very pale…” The doctor put his ear to the newborn’s chest.”…suffocating child.” The doctor then realized the severity of his statement, and called the medical staff over. The head nurse calmly walked over, and touched a few of the baby’s chest-related pressure points.
Within a few seconds, the baby spat up the fluids that had lodged in its throat, and handed the baby to Emyli. “I shall name you……..Tsumi. You shall be known as Tsumi Buredo.” The doctor stared at her, eyes wide. “B-but that means SIN! Are you seriously willing to name your own child SIN?!” Muchina turned, and looked at the doctor with sad eyes. “Yes. He was my sin, my mistake. Should have been a girl, stupid child.” The doctor pulled the head nurse to the side. “Expect this one in again soon, and order a watch on that baby.”
Tsumi Buredo, Age 5 (10 years ago)-“I’m home!” chimed an overjoyed Emyli, who danced into the house, carrying what looked like a ball of cloth. “and guess what I brought?” Tsumi walked up to his dancing mother, and looked straight up at her. “What did you bring home, mommy?” Emyli ignored him, and danced into the master bedroom. “We got a daughter?” Tsumi’s dad said, excitedly. “Yep! Now we’re a whole family. Me, you, and our daughter, Amy.” Tsumi was used to it, by now. Sometimes, It was almost as if he wasn’t there at all. Tsumi walked out of the house, and went exploring.
He came back to the house at about 1:00 AM. “Oh, hello.” Muchina nodded to him as she walked to her bedroom, totally oblivious to his late arrival. The next day, he thought of a plan. While washing the dishes, he threw a plate down, and stomped on it with all his might. “TSUMI! Why did you break this plate?” “So you would know I’m here.” “Yes, yes. That was VERY naughty of you. Don’t do it again.”
The next day, he did the same thing. “You broke another plate. We’re going to run out of those, you know.” his mom said, before walking away. Tsumi repeated this day after day, until they finally ran out of plates. “Why did you break all the plates?” his mom said, as interested as ever. Tsumi did not respond with words, now was time for action. Tsumi did what he deemed necessary which, in this case, was delivering a punch to his mother’s face. Muchina was dumbfounded. “Y-you just hit me! How DARE you!?” Tsumi stared into her eyes, meeting them with his own empty pupils. “I see… “ After that day, Tsumi was able to improve relations with his parents, and at last, was happy.
Tsumi Buredo, Age 10 (5 years ago)-“That’s 30 straight wins! Wow, Oheina, you just can’t be beat!” A crowd of kids gathered around a girl, who looked to be about 11 years old. This girl flicked her hair out of her face, in an over-clichéd fashion. “Well, of course. How many of YOU pipsqueaks can beat ME? After all, I’m eleven years old. Mommy says I’m a big girl, now.” Oheina surveyed her crowd, looking quite pleased with herself. She then caught sight of two boys in a tree, who weren’t paying any attention to her. Oheina was quite miffed at this, and went to go gather the lost sheep. I mean, come ON. What could be BETTER than paying attention to HER? “Hey, you boys in the tree!” One of the boys, a rather shy one, became quiet. The other one, Tsumi, jumped down from the tree.
”What is it?” Tsumi asked. They hadn’t even been paying attention! How RUDE! ”What do you MEAN ‘what is it’? Grab the bamboo sword, and fight me!” Oheina shouted. ”Hmm…..nah.” ”What?! Why won’t you fight me!?!” ”There’s no reason to. It won’t make either of us stronger, and we aren’t enemies.” ”Well….were enemies now! Now, come fight me!” ”Hmm….nah. bye, now!” Tsumi turned to leave. ”Then I’ll just have to beat up your friend!” Tsumi whipped back around, a feral look in his eye.
“Give me the sword.”
Oheina laughed triumphantly, threw him the bamboo sword, and took an offensive stance. Tsumi, not versed at all in swordplay, took a stance he HOPED was defensive. Oheina lunged at him, wildly swinging her sword. Now, Tsumi new for a FACT that this was not swordplay (or, at least, he HOPED not). Tsumi blocked, and went for a horizontal slash. Oheina, her childish arrogance overtaking, attempted to backflip out of the way of Tsumi’s slash, and instead found herself lying on her back. She attempted a desperate stab at Tsumi, which was easily deflected from such a poor angle. Tsumi disarmed her, and walked away, stopping only to talk to his friend, and to say ”You can hurt me, but never, EVER, hurt my friends.”
Part 4: Present Day-Present Day, 1000 years after the discovery of the Blackheart Fighting Style…“Wake up, Tsumi!” a small, squeaky voice said, before poking his cheek. “Amy…” Tsumi’s mother, Emyli said. “You know that this month is his hibernation cycle…” said his dad, wryly. “Awww…LAST month was his hibernation cycle!” said Amy. “EVERY month is his hibernation cycle” said Emyli, laughing. It was true, Tsumi loved sleeping. In fact, he slept so often, that many had stated he had managed to hibernate, such as an animal. “He’s awake! He’s awake!” shouted Amy, eager to feed her brother a breakfast she had personally prepared.
Tsumi rolled off his bed, and opened his eyes. Above him he saw the sun, in all its glory. Except….he didn’t remember the sun being so flat. Tsumi then became fully coherent, and realized that this “Sun” was in fact an omelet falling towards his face. Tsumi reacted by opening his mouth, and catching the omelet between his teeth. Amy laughed, and said “Nice catch. Know what day it is?” Tsumi thought for a moment, before saying “Well you made me breakfast, mom is actually here, dad actually got out of the shop, for once …….is it worshipping day, already?” Emyli laughed, “No, silly. It’s your birthday!” Tsumi yawned “That explains why I’m up before lunch.” Everyone laughed, except Tsumi’s dad, who merely decided to kick him. “Your fifteen now. That means that today is your manhood ceremony! Get up, or we’ll just substitute you with a rock. I doubt many will tell the difference.” Tsumi got up, and ran out the door, nervous about the ceremony, and excited about the after party.
“Tsumi Buredo, child whose life was spared by the grace of the Dark Trinity, choose your profession.” Tsumi thought, allowing a tense silence to descend upon the crowd who watched. After what seemed like an eternity, he spoke. “I want to be a warrior.“ The elder spoke “You are hereby accepted into the academy of…“ His words were cut short, as at that moment, a stranger had walked into town, and had stabbed a small child. As the child screamed, the stranger spoke over him, his voice booming across the village where Tsumi lived. “You have three days.” The stranger said, ominously. “Three days before I take what is mine. Any who flee will be killed, any who remain…..will be killed slowly.” after which, he turned, and walked away. The village elder sat down, and began to elaborate on this man’s words.
“Long ago, the village was attacked by a man, who carried only a small sword. The village was burnt to the ground, and only two children survived.” Tsumi stared “So….what did they do about it?” he asked. The elder responded “good question, Tsumi. Nobody knows for sure, but what I heard was a man tried to fight back, and was brushed aside like a flea.” Tsumi looked at the ground in dismay “So what do WE do about it?” The village elder shrugged. “What CAN we do? Tsumi, you should go home. Enjoy the time with your family, while you still can.” Tsumi stood up with determination in his eyes “I’ll be in the ancestor’s forest.” He said, before running off to the forest, that all were forbidden to enter, for good reason.
This Forest was inhabited by the lingering regret of every soul that passed through it, and not all regret was passive. In many cases, people touched with the regrets would kill their families, before committing suicide. Not everything in this forest was evil, however. Some regrets were of not passing on knowledge, or the like. Now, most people can’t see regrets, but, for those who can, regrets look like large teardrops, containing the face of who created it. Tsumi looked for the face of a man whose regrets he had stumbled upon many times, a blacksmith named Kurcet. Tsumi had seen so many of Kurcet’s regrets, that after looking into one, he could sometimes communicate with him. This time, he found a regret that seemed bigger than the others (the bigger a regret was, the more it plagued that person). This regret was about 16 feet tall and 12 feet wide. Tsumi stuck his head into the tear drop, and, when he took it out, he was shocked beyond belief. Tsumi watched Kurcet exchange his soul for a sword, which carried the hope of the world upon it. When Tsumi returned to the village, he hurried to tell the elder of his findings. He burst into the elder’s house, both eager and nervous, only to find the elder had taken his own life, in his pitiful fear of what lay ahead. Tsumi fell to his knees, and actually cried for what seemed like an eternity. Tsumi finally picked himself up, looking for the sun overhead to check the time. The sun was rising. “Only two days left” Tsumi said, before passing out on the floor.
When he next woke up, the sun was close to setting. Tsumi walked out of the elder’s house, and back into the forest of regret. “KURCET!” he shouted repeatedly. “Where are you?!” Kurcet responded “Child, what could you possibly need at a time like this? Go spend time with your family, while you still can.” Tsumi simply replied “Where’s the sword you made for that warrior?” Kurcet looked Tsumi in the eye, and said “That sword was meant for killing the stranger.” To which Tsumi replied “I know. That’s why I want it.” Kurcet was taken aback. “You can’t kill him! He’s invincible!” Tsumi smiled, not in a happy way, but in a vampire way. “No, it’s not that he was too strong, it’s that the LAST moron behind your sword got cocky, and paid the price. I won’t fail, I swear.” Kurcet sighed. “Very well. It’s in the chamber of the Dark Trinity. If you can survive whatever they have in store, I’m sure you’ll come out just fine. The chamber is behind the elder’s house.” Tsumi walked away from the forest, and into the chamber of the dark trinity.
Inside, there were voices everywhere, as if the whole world was speaking at once, all trying to call for help, while being strangled. He continued deeper into the chamber, clutching his ears to dampen the horrific screams, until finding three Altars, inside a giant room. On the first altar, on the left side of the room, was engraved “Zo”, On the second altar, just ahead of where Tsumi was standing, was engraved “Kyn”, and on the final altar, on the right side of the room, was engraved “Rei”.
Tsumi spoke their names “Zo. Kyn. Rei. Please, if you can hear me, please help me.” The Dark trinity themselves acknowledged his plea. The three altars burst into flame, all at once. Instead of demons, however, he saw three humans, each in a black cloak, with their hoods up. They spoke “WHO DISTURBS OUR SLUMBER?! Oh. It’s YOU.” Tsumi became confused. “I’ve never met any of you in my life. And why are your hoods up?” Zo chuckled “He can see us now. Little Z has grown up.” Tsumi looked to see any sign of deception from her. He found none. “M-My name is Tsumi Buredo. Not Z.” it was Kyn who spoke this time, “Defeat that stranger, and we will tell you more, little Z.” Tsumi nodded, before remembering what he had come to ask for. “I need the Stained Soul.” All three laughed. “The Stained Soul? The blade that the old blacksmith traded his soul for? Very well.” The ground began to shake, and a large rock, in the shape of a mirror detached itself from the ground, and floated in front of Tsumi. “But on one condition. Should you fail, your soul belongs to us.” Tsumi touched his hand to the rock that was floating in front of him. “Deal.” On the flat surface of the rock appeared the words “Let this deal be sworn with blood from both parties” The dark trinity now stood on the other side of the mirror-rock. They all put their hands on it, and a sharp, needle-shaped point cut into each person’s hand. Judging by the grimaces on the faces of the dark trinity, it had been a very long time since they had suffered pain. The mirror then shattered, leaving only the Stained Soul in its place. “Go, little hero.” Said Rei, fondly.
Part 3: The Battle-Tsumi spent most of the time before the stranger came back training. Tsumi spent the last hour sleeping, and when the time came to fight, he was nowhere near rested. Tsumi met the stranger in front of the village, sword in hand. The stranger said to him “You wish to fight? Very well, but loss of life will be your own accountability.” Tsumi smirked “Especially yours.” The stranger drew his katana, which grew to twice its length, and a horizontal blade now sat between the middle and the top, forming a cross. “Well, at, least it’s not on fire.” Said Tsumi, as the blade caught fire. Tsumi took a moment to admire The Stained Soul. It was a basic sword, with one gimmick: It contained the memories of it’s past wielders.
Tsumi sighed in annoyance. “Let’s see what the Stained Soul is capable of…” The stained soul had a variety of effects on Tsumi. 1, it gave him enough motivation to realize that he could indeed beat this guy. 2, It discolored one of his eyes, making it a complete negative image of the other.
Tsumi swung his blade in an overhead slash, which was blocked, and parried the stranger’s attack. The stranger smirked. “looks like you’re not completely incompetent, like the last one” Tsumi landed an uppercut. “I’d like to think so.” The stranger, not to be defeated by such a young warrior, decided to step it up a notch. “Blackheart technique: Draconic Sword!” Shouted the stranger, confidently. The stranger’s sword melded into a large, living dragon, which coiled around the entire village, and breathed a stream of flame into the center. Tsumi, in a focused rage, was now entirely determined annihilate this stranger. Tsumi jumped right into the dragon’s mouth, and as soon as he was sucked into the digestive tract, he began to destroy the dragon. Now, the dragon’s digestive tract moves anything inside it slowly backwards. Tsumi held his sword straight up, and began spinning head-over-heels, which effectively formed a poor man’s buzz-saw. This cut the dragon in half, due to it’s own digestive tract. Due to sheer momentum, however, Tsumi also managed to severely wound the stranger. The stranger laughed, which caused the blood to splatter on the ground in large pools. "You haven't won yet. Not by a longshot!" said the stranger, fully immersed in, and loving, the feeling of battle.
Tsumi replied by cutting off the stranger's right hand (as lucky as Tsumi was, the stranger was left-handed). The stranger was smiling, now. He trembled, in what seemed to be pure hatred, combined with absolute bliss. "So, it's true. Z has returned." Tsumi ran his blade through the stranger's stomach "I don't know why people call me that, but i do know one thing. MY NAME IS TSUMI BUREDO." he said, before ripping the blade straight upwards, effectively cutting the stranger in half. Tsumi ran into the burning village, determined to save anyone and everyone he could find. Everyone he found, however, had already abandoned themselves to the flames. He searched and searched, before one person, the only one so far still coherent, told him that his family had taken refuge in the forest of Ancestors. Tsumi, now afraid for the lives of his family, ran into the forest.
Dodging regrets here and there, he called for his family. "AMY! MOM! DAD!" he shouted. "Tsumi...." said Amy, from behind him, sounding more like a zombie, and less like his sister. "Tsumi..." Said his mom, also talking slowly. "Tsumi...." Said Tsumi's dad, also slowly (not too different from the way he talked, actually...). Tsumi turned, and saw each one holding serrated knives. They walked toward him, slowly and ominously. Emyli threw her knife directly at Tsumi's head, before rushing at him, hands in a position to choke. Tsumi's reaction was automatic, he didn't react as fast as his hands did. He looked down, and saw his own sword through the heart of his mother. He pulled out the sword, and his mother continued to rush at him. He then made a sudden realization: This was not his family, not anymore. He completely dismembered his family, limb by agonizing limb, and walked slowly toward the Dark Trinity's Chamber, which lay on the outskirts of the village.
Part 4: The Truth-“Why did you call me Z? That’s not my name.” said Tsumi, to which Kyn replied “Not in this life. Let me tell you a little story. In a different universe, you were regarded as a hero. That hero’s name was Z; however, that hero was ALSO a man reborn. The very original went by the name of Project Z. Project Z’s soul was cut into 26 pieces, with each piece being put into a separate being. Each individual Project was supposed to develop their skills as much as they could, and then, once they had reached their full potential, their portion of the soul was put into a super powerful being, known as CHAOS. The rest of that story, however, is for another time. The SECOND Z created the blackheart fighting style, and, as his final act of heroism, used all three to save the girl he loved. However, during his dying minutes, he found out a horrible truth. Project Z’s soul was doom to cross different realities, all the while doomed to fail.
Anyway, Z created us so that the blackheart jutsu would not be misused, but he himself had to abide by the rules. We, as thanks for bringing us into existence, put him back together, moved him to a different universe, and renamed him Tsumi. You are Tsumi, the sin who will break the chain of failure. That mark that you wear on your chest is the mark of Xyn. Xyn is the process in which the soul is broken up and mended, and always leaves a mark. The mark usually ends up as a scar, unless it happened on a large scale, or more than once. Now, BOTH of those instances happened to you, and thus, your crystal mark was created.” Tsumi looked surprised. “Thanks for everything. I had better be going…” Zo stopped him “You still owe us your soul, boy. The village and its inhabitants were burned to the ground.” Tsumi smiled “No, I don’t. Our bargain was for me to defeat the stranger, not to save the village.” The dark trinity all laughed as hard as they could. “Well done child, come back if you need any help.” Tsumi nodded “thanks.” “oh, and by the way, don’t come back.”
Role Playing Sample: Tsumi certainly had the resolve to leave the ashes of his village, but now, a specific problem presented itself: How was Tsumi going to get anywhere else? Tsumi was currently engaged in climbing the highest mountain within a 50 mile radius. Perhaps, if he could get high enough, he could exit the planet from there. However, another problem had presented itself. Black creatures had begun to infest his planet, and were attacking him by the thousands. He had not hesitated to fight back, but it appeared that his attacks were not working. In fact, they seemed to be stronger after every attack he launched. Tsumi had holed up for three days, trying to find a way to defeat these things. He had tried trapping them, stabbing them, hurling things at them, and even burning them. Nothing worked.
“If only I had the power of the village elders… What did they call it, again?” He said, aloud. “Er….Magic? Yes, that’s it, magic!” He reached the halfway point of his journey, a flat outcropping, about 15 feet long, where a particularly small black creature was lazily running about. “Now….what was that spell……Oh yes!” He pointed his hand at the black creature, and shouted “CURE!”. Instead of having any effect, however, it merely backfired, inflicting a small wound on his chest. The small black creature, turned toward him, staring at him with it’s wide, yellow eyes. It stared at him for a moment, before leaping at his head. He ducked, sending the black creature over the edge of the cliff. Over the side, Tsumi could see a large black cloud gathering at the mountain’s base. Upon further inspection, Tsumi could see thousands of black dots swarming within the cloud. The black creatures were preparing to attack.
Tsumi resumed climbing as fast as his legs would carry him, while the black cloud slowly consumed the mountain. He reached the top, gasping in horror at the planet’s new appearance. The black cloud had not come chasing him, it was searching for something. Every other mountain in sight was being consumed by a black cloud of the same caliber, leaving the mountain blacker than the cloud itself. The clouds of darkness all began to recede. Whatever they were searching for, they had found.
“What are you doing up here, child?” said a voice behind Tsumi. “Zo….where are Kyn and Rei?” Zo Blackheart sighed. “They were lost to these black creatures, known as Heartless. They can no longer maintain the delicate balance between self-control and darkness.” Tsumi looked toward his village, which he had named “The Ashes of Peace”. “They’re gathering there. Whatever they were looking for, they found it.” Zo gasped in shock. “Z! Do you remember how to fight the heartless?” Tsumi shook his head no. “Very well. Allow my soul to grace your blade, and receive the knowledge of how to fight the darkness.” Zo began to glow, and shattered, like glass. The Stained Soul began to shake, and took on a black hue. “It’s no Keyblade, but it’ll do the trick.” Said his sword. “Key…blade?” Tsumi asked. “I’ll explain later.” His sword replied, before regaining the silence of it’s Stained Steel.
Tsumi slid down the mountainside, swinging his blade at Heartless left and right. He was, to his own surprise, finally capable of damaging the Heartless. He ran toward the Ashes of Peace, killing as many heartless as he could. To his dismay, however, for each heartless he destroyed, two stronger ones took it’s place. There were simply too many. Tsumi eventually took to avoiding them, killing only in self-defense, until he arrived at the Ashes of Peace. There, the heartless were too busy swarming into the blackheart’s cave to notice him.
Tsumi followed, sneaking through the crowd of heartless that endlessly sieged the cave. “YES…..more…..MORE……bring us MORE DARKNESS!” He heard, from the cave’s inner sanctum. “We will defeat the traitor known as Zo……and take Planet Peace for ourselves! Once we do that, we will sail the universe, spreading the darkness to ALL worlds!” Tsumi ran in, swatting half a dozen heartless to the side. “Zo was right….you have lost control, both of you.” He saw both Kyn and Rei fused into a gooey mass of darkness. They spoke together, in a hybrid of both their voices. “No, child, we have reached enlightenment. We know now that the darkness is not something to shun, but something to accept!” They shouted, coughing up giant blobs of black matter. “You’re wrong! You’ve been corrupted beyond salvation…” The giant hybrid laughed. “It is you who is beyond salvation, child. You refuse to accept darkness, thus, you must be consumed by it! You must be consumed by us….The Blackheartless!”
The giant creature sent a small tendril at Tsumi, cutting straight to his heart. Once his heart was exposed, a flash of light consumed the visual spectrum. When the light died down, he found himself on a very large pillar, which appeared to be made of Stained Glass, which formed a picture of himself. “A picture of me on stained glass…..i could get used to this!” He said, taking a fighting stance. The Blackheartless also took a very gooey fighting stance, sending several more tendrils toward Tsumi, which he cut with his Stained Soul. “I see…..so THIS is your heart!” said the large gooey mass. “This….is my heart?” Tsumi said, curiously. “Indeed it is. Enjoy it while you can, as it will soon sate the hunger of the eternal darkness!”
The Blackheartless lunged at Tsumi, engulfing him in dark tendrils. Tsumi fought the darkness, writhing and slicing every which way, but he knew it was no use. “Use your light!” Shouted his sword. Tsumi focused on his light, allowing it to engulf his being. The Blackheartless spat him out, writhing in pain, it’s black tentacles receding, leaving two Blackhearts in it’s place. Each of them glowed with a black aura, which inflicted a feeling of dread on Tsumi. “Don’t be afraid! Let your light be your weapon!” His sword shouted. Tsumi closed his eyes, engulfing himself in light. He opened his eyes once more, his eyes both glowing different colors. His normal eye began to glow white, as the eye in negative image began to glow red. “My light is my power…..and you won’t take it from me!”
The stained glass pillar shattered, the pieces flowing into his sword. He swing his sword, which was now engulfed in a pillar of light, and brought it down upon the blackhearts. They screamed in pain, and a flash of darkness let him know that they had receded from his heart. He was safe, but his planet was not. The blackhearts turned and, joining hands, they walked into a glowing keyhole behind them. “You lose, Z.” They said, as a loud rumbling shook the planet to it’s core. “I’m afraid my power has run out, Z. Your sword will return to normal once this planet has been destroyed. However, with practice, you may eventually be able to once again defeat the heartless.
“I understand.” Tsumi said, as the planet finally died. A large hole formed in the sky, and all living things were sucked out. Tsumi lost consciousness, as he passed through the planet’s atmosphere for the first, and last, time. He wound up on a roof in Traverse town, where he lay for three days, watching the sky.
