by LOTRspartan 31st January 2017, 5:17 pm
You're very correct Chris, Hiro said with a sigh. Please, sit. It's a bit of a long story but I'll try to keep it brief. Hiro beckoned for his friends to sit, as he himself plopped down, exhausted from the events.
You see, when I was born, I was raised by a clan. Not anything big, there were about fifty of us. We were a close knit family. I had friends, aunts and uncles, my mother and father, my sensei... he paused for a second, my younger brother and sister. Hiro tried to push that away from his mind at the moment, for he had a story to tell.
I grew up relatively normal and began training at the age of seven. Everything changed when I turned ten. My sensei and I had gone out for some training when I spotted a pair of ruins. Curiosity got the better of me and we explored. I found an idol in there, the shape of scary mask. Finding humor in it, I decided to put it on, much to Sensei's discomfort. To this day I wish I hadn't. Hiro slightly moved in his seat a bit, feeling uneasy retelling the story he promised to keep hidden.
The mask suctioned itself to me and I couldn't get it off. All I remember was seeing a man. His skin was all scaly and rough like and given a blue hue. He had horns and piercing blue eyes. He just grinned at me and began manically chuckling. Then this thing walked up to me, touched it's claw like hand to my forehead and then just disappeared. I woke up back at the dojo with my family huddled around me, thankful I had woken up. I explained what I saw they rushed for a holy woman. Hiro paused once again, figuring out what information to exclude and what would be important. He continued.
The next three years consisted of more training, weekly visits from the holy woman, and nightmares galore by the demon I just now refer to as Oni. One day, the holy woman had brought several of her colleagues with her and were going to attempt a remove the spirit from me. All I remember was feeling this burning sensation all around me and blacking out. When I awoke... Hiro grew visibly distraught. His hands were shaking and he could feel some tears rolling down his faces. The place was destroyed...my sensei was hung on the roof of one of the burned buildings. My parents were nailed to the wall by their own swords...my...my siblings...oh god.
Hiro pressed his hands into his face and began to give some audible whimpers. A few moments passed before he straightened himself up, and wiped the tears from his eyes trying to show courage and strength even though he knew exactly all the emotion he just showed in front of these two. Ever since that day I began roaming around the land looking for clues and answers about what this thing could be all while this bastard taunts me. All I've figured out was that the only way to summon him was by consuming large portions of blood. The only way I knew that was when I was sucker punched in the face by a group of bandits and just tasted nothing but blood in my mouth. Next thing I know, there are six dead bandits in front of me, large holes in their body and blood covering my mouth.
Hiro wiped his mouth, as if he could still feel the blood on his lips. All I want is to get rid of this godforsaken thing. And what drives me crazy is that I don't have any recollection of what happens when I transform. I don't know how my family died but Oni sure does but refuses to tell me! Hiro slammed his hand on the table, the sadness now turned into rage.
He looked up at his new friends.That's my story. If you guys think I'm a freak I won't hold it against you because I sure think I am.