Chihiro could only observe as his father pounded the metal while infusing the product with his desired outcome. "Chihiro, I do not have long. This will be my last mystic code.
Kunishige Rokuhira was one of the greatest mystic code creators in the moonlit world. His works renown throughout the world. Some claim that give the mystic codes some time and they'll end up as noble phantasms.
Chihiro smiled back as the father and son duo worked on finishing the ornamental touches to the mystic codes.
Kunishige had long taught Chihiro the art of making mystic codes. Kunishige would imbue the mystic codes with miniature world views unique the item in order for the mystic code to develop and grow.
Kunishige's master piece. The shinuchi mystic code, a mystic code meant to guarantee the Holy Grail War. Commissioned by the clock tower, the shinuchi would be held before being given to whoever was selected for the war. However unlike most mystic codes he made, due to the nature of the item commissioned and the flexibility required, the code did not have the function of eternal contract.
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1991 Rokuhira Residence
Fire was burning everywhere, "Chihiro! Run and hide, they're after the shinuchi. Remember what I've taught you and stay quiet! The shinuchi can be recovered, but you can't." Rokuhira wanted to speak more and hand down the final will however at that moment, the bounded fields shattered.
A surge of flame entered the house as both father and son were engulfed in the flames. The nature of this assassination was a bit special, the shinuchi of Kunishige was the target and Rokuhira was meant to be killed in order to prevent the shinuchi from falling into the hands of the clock tower.
Flames burnt Chihiro as he hid away in the disposal chute for failed mystic codes.
Vaguely he could hear one of the mages shout at the rest "Oi, focus! We've killed Kunishige already, look for the shinuchi he's kept stored.
Chihiro could only hear his worst fears as the mages shouted "Found it! Under the basement. The shinuchi is here!" Chihiro soon lost consciousness as the flames burnt his skin and reducing the house to embers. Slowly his hand gripped tightly and just as he fell asleep he felt the hard hilt of the enchanted blade that answered his calls and a sensation of cooling.
The sound of footsteps from outside the house soon awoke Chihiro who started fuming while dripping tears of anger and sorrow. The memories poured back as someone approached the door.
"Chihiro-kun?!" It was Touko Aozaki, a friend of Kunishige and fangirl, the same mage who helped Kunishige set up the wards and was the first to be alerted. Her eyes saw a glimpse of a fading water manifestations as she looked towards the basement where the smashed box was sealed. "Shit the shinuchi is gone?" Touko soon looked at the katana that Chihiro was holding. "Another mystic code?"
Soon after applying first aid Chihiro soon woke up, and confirmed his thoughts before fainting. "Enten." The blade within his hand was Enten. It was only after the blade manifested did his memories of a previous life come back. He suspected he would gain the other blades over time.
Chihiro continued to stare at his father's dead corpse. "Did they not know how much dad cared about the mystic codes he made? Why he rarely sold them?" Touko couldn't say anything, after all, she too knew about Kunishige's reason for creating those mystic codes. Chihiro's eyes sharpened again while looking around and he spotted the dead fish. A stark reminder of the shattered remnants of those peaceful days.
"I can't let them tarnish dad's legacy. The shinuchi isn't meant for mindless slaughter, it's to keep the killing to a minimum with power."
Touko got rid of the rest of the flames before kneeling down near Chihiro. "It's good you have a goal, but we should get moving. I'll take care of you, instead of your dad. It's the least I can do as his friend."
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1994
Chihiro walked up to a seemingly abandoned house before knocking on the door. Seeing that no one was answering the door was kicked open. The sound of muffled children came from the living room.
The so called named serial killer Ryuunosuke was startled at his appearance "Hey! Who the hell are you?"
Chihiro simply unsheathed a blade, Ryuunosuke panicked as he laid eyes on the long blade.
Chihiro drew one out of the two katana at his waist, the katana he had the fondest memories off. A constant reminder of his ideals.
"Enten"