Master... Jaxine? [Fin, PL]

[Deleted]

Running around the Dojo like a child, Jaxine was having fun recording her fellow students and her Blademaster on an old VHS Tape Recorder she fixed after fully mastering her Matter Manipulation ability. The thing was so old and outdated that it was quite possible it was the last functional one in existence. She didn't care about that, but she did find some level of an attachment to it as she had fixed it herself rather than getting it for free. Making something with your own hands or earning it always felt better, he would tell her.

Sitting at the forge with no shirt on, he was a man by the name of Ezekiel Orpheus NeCross. 'Zeke' as he preferred was not an average Saiyan by any means. Firstly at almost thirty years old, he still looked to be in his early twenties. He had auburn colored hair rather than the common brown, witch was even rarer than those who were born with blue hair. He kept it spiked back and sported a thin chinstrap-type beard. His royal blue eyes locked onto the camera as he sighed. "Is it necessary to record me right now?" he asked. Jaxine shrugged. "Could make a video about making a good sword." she suggested. Zeke shook his head and stood up.

He was a terrifying seven-foot-two and carried about two-hundred and fifty pounds of muscle. Even with the heat from the furnace he wore black jeans, work boots, and black combat gloves. He cracked his neck and grabbed a coat from the wall, throwing it over his shoulders and shoving his arms through the sleeveless holes. The black leather ended at his ankles. At his height, he obviously had it custom made. He walked out into the training room where several students practiced.

Zeke was, by all means, a true sword master. It was quite likely that he was the best swordsman in the known universe. A title he would gladly accept. Many have seeked him out. From Earth to Planet Vegeta, Nor to Icira. Even Namek. All came with their best in tow to try and prove this claim wrong... and failed. Zeke made it a point to always battle them fairly and on the same level of power to fortify his place as the "Legendary Swordsman" as others soon came to call him. He never killed any of them of course, and offered all of them a chance to train under him. Some accepted, and were still here to this day. Among the Kiken Monastery's many warriors were quite a collection of the best swordsmen, renowned within their towns, cites, planets and even solar systems as the very best. Yet still not at the level of Grandmaster NeCross.

One day while training, Jaxine landed a pretty brutal blow on Zeke. It spouted blood everywhere and sent him tumbling through the gravity chamber. He tried to shrug it off of course, but she could tell she had hit him pretty bad. It was strange... up until that point, she had never landed a blow on Zeke. As a matter of fact... no student had. She didn't let it go to her head, asking of he was feeling alright... aside from the gash in his shoulder. He said he did and praised her for the blow, but she never accepted it as a victory herself. He had been away alot and returned with similar wounds. Sometimes more than one, sometimes not re-appearing for hours, days, up to a week. He never explained why he was gone or what was happening. Then came a day of confusion as Zeke had seemingly vanished without rhyme or reason. Never told anyone and left no note. The people of the Monastery worried but figured he would return soon. However... it never happened. Four weeks passed quickly.

Ever since the fall of the old queen's Saiyan Legion and the end of the FREE revolution, mass violence was a thing of the past on Earth's Moon. That was until the back doors of the Monastery's Dojo exploded and IT burst in. It happened fast... barely able to see the person in question, Jaxine and several others only seen a tall male figure charge though the Dojo welding a certain sword... Muramasa. The Legendary Demon Blade.

The Muramasa blades had been cursed thousands of years ago with evil, bloodthirsty spirits by the 'gods' (I now known as 'Kais') as the original Master Muramasa claimed they would be 'great destroyers'. If unsatisfied with the bloodshed from battle, they would drive the wielder to commit acts of killing, weather it was murder or in some way justified didn't matter, there just had to be bloody death of some kind. They had all been destroyed since then... there was only one of them left. The Muramasa formerly wielded by Master Zeke NeCross.

He locked it away after the spirit within the blade had attempted to subtly influence him to kill those who 'deserved' it. Though not in disagreement with the sword's apparent motive, he knew where it would of led in the end. Zeke had lived through enough dark, vile, messed-up stuff to know better.

Or did he?

The black blur passing through the Dojo burst out the front door and was gone. Everyone knew... their master had finally succumbed to the dark influence of Muramasa. Jaxine however was in total denial, convinced Zeke was away and the sword was stolen by someone else. This person could be using the assumption of Zeke's decent to darkness as a cover. But the evidence was not in her favor. She tore through his room and through his belongings for clues and found nothing except an old VHS tape. She played it back on her old Recorder that she soon realized he had used to record the tape with. It contained a message for her.

"Hey Jaxine. If your watching this, its probably because I'm either dead or otherwise gone. You likely found it in my desk drawer. Know I won't be angry if you had torn through my things at this point. Also know... I likely won't be back. If I'm not dead then I had set out on an important personal mission. And failed. My failure will put me in hiding. I must inform you that something is coming. Don't wonder who or what it is...no Just kill it. Kill it on sight. If for some reason it has already been there, find it. Reclaim what it stole... Muramasa. Then do what I was too stubborn to do. Rip the evil from the blade for good.

Do not seek me out. I will not re-appear until Muramasa is found and cleansed. To help you, seek a passage behind the forge. There is a door locked with a code. The code is your full name. You will know what this gift symbolizes when you see it."

Zeke would pause on screen for a moment, looking down. Then, looking back at the camera, he finished.

"Good luck... Master Jaxine."

Jaxine couldn't believe what she had just seen. Zeke was gone? Who or what was that dark blur that stole Muramasa? Was that Zeke? A hundred questions ran through her head as she blankly walked through the halls, making her way to the forge. As Zeke stated in his message, there was a locked room behind the forge itself. She proceeded to input the password... Jaxinette Caulie.

The locks disengaged as the light shining behind her illuminated the room to reveal a black and gold Katana setting on a display stand, curve up. Below it was an empty section on the stand where a second sword was supposed to me. This vault had held the stolen blade Muramasa, and stipl held the other coveted treasure. The blade that was pronounced a national treasure of the Earth's ancient civilization of Japan.

The Legendary Grandmasters Blade... Masamune.

The Masamune had been found by the first master, Trunks Breifs and was passed down to Master Masamune I, his star pupil. Over the years it had been very seldom that it was someone other than a member of the Masamune bloodline who led this Dojo. Zeke dreamed of making his own successor a Masamune himself and had searched for quite some time with no success. Even had he found one, they would of had to earn the title of Grandmaster. Zeke had mentioned to Jaxine that he had someone in mind... But she never expected it to be herself.

She took up the Legendary Blade and rallied the peopke of the Monastery to break the news. She showed them the Blade ane the video. There were many surprised looks and remarks, some even angry. But Grandmaster Zeke had made his choice.

Ever since that day, she took the Dojo far more serious. Training and caring for the people of the Monastery and searching for the Theif as well. Then one day she found a clue. Somwone had seen a mab weilding a sword resembling Muramasa. After confirming the Blade was not a replica, Jaxine decided it was time she pay Earth a visit.

[Deleted]

586PL rewarded