Uzumaki Menma
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"Fearsome Monsters... Exotic Creatures...
Vast riches... Hidden Treasures...
Evil Enclaves... Unexplored Lands...
The word "unknown" holds a certain magic.
And some people are drawn to that inexplicable magic.
This is the tale of one of those people!"
Monster x Hunter
Vast riches... Hidden Treasures...
Evil Enclaves... Unexplored Lands...
The word "unknown" holds a certain magic.
And some people are drawn to that inexplicable magic.
This is the tale of one of those people!"
Monster x Hunter
Hiro was sure he was going to die.
Looking back now, as he sprinted back to the village along the broken path, carrying a small thread which was tied to something that drug on far behind him, he couldn't believe his mistake.
It was the grand opening of his mother's restaurant and every important merchant, owner, and fisher was going to the event. He was suppose to arrive at seven on the dot.
It was now 8:30.
His feet began to beat upon the ground faster, almost becoming rhythmic. His heart began to race quicker. The air blew through his blonde hair, made his blue eyes water, turning them an even clearer color. Everything seemed to blur as the path now twisted and became gnarled upon his ascending speed.
The whistling of the wind mixed with the sounds emerging from the foliage aligning the sides of the dirt road became a majestic symphony that only willed him to move swifter.
Faster.
Faster!
Faster!!
A shadow up ahead made Hiro slam on the brakes. His heels dug into the stone of the cobble pebbles ingrained within the street, causing deep lines revealing brown earth underneath their design. He slid and slid and slid. And then he slid some more. By the time he was done, the heels on his feet were bloody and raw.
He bent over and huffed and puffed, trying to catch his breath. Once a sufficient amount of hair had been swallowed, he tiredly peered upward upon the three figures that blocked his path. Puck, Knuckle, and Hugo. The trio was infamous for trying to make his life hell. Unfortunately for them, it hardly worked.
"Hey, guys! Did you enjoy the opening?" Hiro asked politely, not feigning in the slightest.
The smaller, and more pudgier one took a wobbling step forward: "Almost! Except we didn't see our best buddy there!" Puck snarled, voice cracking as he spoke.
"Yeah, you're mom was totally pissed off! We could hear her ranting about how pathetic and worthless you are." said another of the stooges, Hugo, who's long face and curly, spaghetti-like hair blew in the wind. He was tall and lanky, the opposite of the fatter Puck who took another step forward.
"Where were you?" asked the buff-est of the duo. This boy's name was Knuckle. It was a nickname provided by the small kids who had seen him break the noses of half-a-dozen other kids, some adults. His red hair was his trademark as well as the freckles that littered his nose and cheeks.
Hiro gasped. His mom really was going to kill him! He had to hurry if he was gonna salvage the night. "I was going to bring her a present for the night..." Now he was unsure of his plans. The string in his hand suddenly became heavier.
"Watch'a carryin' on that thread wrapped around ya' little finger?" asked Puck, swinging his hips. He had come dangerously close to Hiro now.
"Don't worry. It's just something I fetched out of the woods..." Hiro retorted, face still twisted into a thinking expression. What was he gonna do?!?!
"We'll take it off your hands," Knuckle said cracking his knuckles. "We knew you'd be out here messing with the things in the forest. That's how we found you."
Hiro suddenly smiled. "Thanks, guys! But I'm good. I really must be on my way though."
He bounded past them, happily bouncing up and down as he made his way over the hill.
At the top, he froze and gazed at the familiar sight below him; the village, built on the edge of the ocean. Smoke billowed out of the factories, countless numbers of fishermen boats docked on the sea, and many other lights lit up the night sky.
Hiro grimaced and closed his eyes. "Well, let's get this over with I suppose..." When he re-opened them, he took off, just like the way he started. The shock wave of his takeoff knocked Hugo on his butt. The other two stumbled.
"Goodbye! See you guys later!" Hiro called back to them as he waved.
Puck roared, his wide face going red with anger. "We're not done with you, brat! Let's go guys!" he yelled, signalling for his lackeys to get ready to move. That's when he noticed the thread. It was so thin, it could barely be seen. It hung, suspended in midair, at the spot Hiro previously stood at.
Puck flicked it and it made a sound like the pluck of a violin string. He looked at Knuckles who shrugged. And that's when they all felt it. The ground began to shake and tremble. The string was pulling something! As Hugo picked himself off the ground, he peered down the road. He did not believe his eyes.
A giant Sea Bear was rumbling towards them at an inescapable speed. It's eyes were wide and angry. It's mouth hung open in a nasty roar, revealing it's sharp teeth. It's shaggy cloak was covered in seaweed and build-up of plankton in it's thick coat which was sea green, allowing it to blend it and capture prey although it could easily use it's giant paws which could tear a brick house down in one swipe.
"S-sea Bear!!!" Hugo screamed, pointing in fascinated horror.
The three of them screamed. There was nothing they could do except watch in anticipated fear as the thing approached at break neck speed. Closer, and closer it got until it was upon them. It's colossal body towered over them as big as a shrimp boat. They could peer at the scars on it's belly signifying it's epic battles waged in the ocean.
But... something unexpected occurred. The Sea Bear flew over them, down the hill, after Hiro who was already nearing the village.
And that's when Puck saw it.
The thread glimmered in the pale moonlight, shimmering around the Sea Bear's thick neck which even a knight's sword couldn't cut. Puck traced it back to Hiro's pinky finger which swung back-and-forth with the casual swinging motion of his arms.
Puck gasped.
Hiro had killed the Sea Bear.
He had tied a mere thread around it's neck and now dragged it back to the village, faster than a speeding gazelle, all the while whistling and jostling to sweet nothings.
Suddenly, the image of the scars on the Sea Bear's stomach came racing back to his mind. The jagged red lines that zig-zagged all over the thing's belly.
Those scars came not from the claws of a Bullet Shark or Pheasant Hawk, but by the hands of a twelve year old boy late for his mother's appointment.
The final image came to Puck and it made him shudder.
Guts and gore, splattered along the edge of an ocean cliff. The Sea Bear wheezed and coughed, making throaty gargling noises and it sucked in it's last breaths of air. On top of it stood a boy not much taller than 5'7, his blonde hair shimmered in the ocean breeze.
All was similar to his likeness... except his pale blue eyes.
They were now stained blood red.
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