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"That is correct. Without the mask, I am but a normal person trying to do good. But with it on, rumors will spread, those who do wrong will learn to fear me."

This is with the assumption that I don't bite off more than I could chew. This was a difficult task for one man to do alone. "Hopefully my presence will be a call-to-arms for people to defend themselves. To make themselves stronger."

Looking over this man, he seemed a lot different than the average villager. He must've been someone who could hold his own quite well, especially if he wasn't afraid of me. No matter, he wasn't my enemy, nor did I intend for him to be.

The Hero: Haji Yukimura, he's the main character after all.
The Sidekick: Haji Takehiro, he kicks people in the sides
The Villain: Haji Maki
The Sidevillain: Haji Shoji since he hasn't done too much to other characters yet


The Nice One: Haji Shou's stealing my nice game.
The Meanie: Haji Maki, attacking my gurlfran
The Comedian: Haji Takehiro, he's funny as hell
The Smart One: Haji Yukimura
The Just Plain Clueless One: Haji Noel



The Pretty Boy: Haji Haji
The Hot Babe: Haji Katsumi, totally not biased here
The Shake n’ Bake: Haji HajixKatsumi, or HajixMasahiro, or HidenorixNoel

Being sent flying back, I would look up to see three of the guys coming at me, ready to stab me in the chest. I would quickly spin my blade in front of me planning on parrying their blows. From there, I would sweep my blade along their legs, planning on disabling them as well. If there was one thing that gave me the advantage, it was my range.

It was better that the people hide in their homes instead of be out in the open, maybe my appearance was a blessing. That said, the first thing I saw when I looked up were men getting their hands cut off. I quickly charged forward, running by the bandits with my blades drawn. I would slash at them as I passed by, planning on defeating them while running for where the young women were being pulled away into. I wanted to save everybody.

It seemed that I had underestimated these men, and they weren't even fearful of my demonic appearance. I quickly grabbed my conjoined weapon by its blade, spinning my body and bringing the blade around it with me in an attempt to slash at all four enemies as they approached me, the range greatly increased due the blade's length doubling.

The people were being massacred, and it was a gruesome sight that made me sick to my stomach. The women being kidnapped made me think of Katsumi, but I couldn't single them out and save them just because of that reason. I would help those closest to me first.

Combining my blades into one, I would swing it around as I neared the bandits near the old men, slicing them in non-vital areas while attempting to get rid of their weapons.

"You cowards! Face me!" I would shout, attempting to get all of the bandits' attention onto myself instead of the people around me. I would try to buy time for everyone else, at the least.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a man walking forward. My weapons were gripped firmly in my hand just in case he tried something, but it seemed all he wanted to do was thank me on the behalf of everyone else. But he wanted me to take my mask off. Even if I did that, my white hair on its own struck fear into people's hearts.

"Sorry, but the mask stays on." I said to him. To me, it was a symbol of my failure. I failed to be a hero to Katsumi the day she was kidnapped, and now my hands were stained. Hiding in the darkness, it was the only way I could make up for that unforgivable act of failure. Besides, I didn't know if this man would strike at me once my mask was removed or not.

"Shou, huh? Well, you can call me whatever you like."

Foolishly thinking my attack would prove something, Yukimura had managed to turn it around against me, as expected of someone of his standing compared to my own. I looked down towards his katana, just inches from my chest, realizing that if this was indeed a real fight, I would've been killed.

"Sanada-san... you are helping me to realize my own weakness."

I stepped away from him, still facing him with my weapon at the ready near my head, gripping it with both hands. If I wasn't good at attacking...

"May I try defending?"

I had learned much in my short time out in the world, as my journey gradually grew darker. My ideals, my beliefs, every value that I held close in my heart seemed to be nothing but foolish notions to give myself hope. If it were possible to change the world through peace, it would've gone that path a long time ago, right? Why create swords and weapons if they weren't meant to kill? Maybe Masahiro was right.

No, I hadn't gone to the other side yet. Even if on the outside, I looked like a monster, on the inside I was the same person. Or at least I thought so. The dark mask I had received in the dungeon was on my face, and it's power had changed my skin to pitch black. It covered my face entirely, and my eyes shined a bright red. Complete with my white hair and other pieces of the dark knight's set, I looked like a demon in a human's body, and that was perfect for this. Identity completely safe, I could be a hero, albeit a dark one.

I rode on horseback quickly as I heard a village was being attacked, wasting no time in getting there. As the village neared on the horizon, I drew my blades, leaping off of the horse and landing on my feet. I charged forward, realizing there weren't too many bandits in the area. They would rush me, but I would be faster. My swords would come up to parry their blades before I spun them around to slam the hilts into their faces to knock them out. Another one rushed me and I would block his attack with one of my blades, slashing the other at his arm to cut into it before I spun around and kicked him in the stomach to knock him back. He crawled away, screaming in pain. A few more of his friends ran forward at me, and I quickly combined my weapons at their hilts to form one conjoined sword, both blades extending to twice their length.

I ducked, spinning the blade around my back to deflect any attacks coming in before bringing my weapon forward, grabbing the blade of it and swinging it around myself to slash at some of the men around me. It would cut them, but I ensured I did not injure them fatally. Tossing the blade up in the air, I'd catch it and detach the blades from one another, holding one in each hand now. The remaining bandits looked as though they were starting to flee.

Taking a look around, it looked as though the villagers were still scared of me, despite having been their savior.

I had to admit, swinging the swords they were meant to be swung felt nice to me. It improved my form, made combat feel easier. Masahiro was right about the weapons being dulled down enough, their blades would cut my opponents but not enough to do any serious harm.

I blocked a blade coming down at me with both of my swords, kicking at the guy to knock him back before spinning around and striking him in the face with the butt of my sword. As he fell, more came from behind him, and I would parry their blows before slashing at any who came my way. I would fail to parry one slash, and it slashed through my kimono, narrowly missing my side. Kicking the guy in the stomach before backhanding him, I would let out a sigh of relief.

"Doing pretty good! They don't stand a chance!" I would say as a couple more appeared from behind a building and charged at me. It was definitely getting tiring to say the least.

And so my girlfriend dragged me into the next path, the mystical energy pulling us in seeming to aid her. Feeling better all of a sudden, I got back up to my feet, no longer pouting. These items certainly made us a lot stronger, and if we could find more of them...

"Eh? Takehiro? Sanada-san? Should we really be moving without discussing this as a group?" I would look down each path as they went their separate ways. Why the hell would they do that after the crap we just endured? What if we were separated and got jumped by those knights or some weird ass midget cow creature?

"Sigh... Katsumi-chan..." I spoke her name, as only she would be in earshot at this moment. "I'm going to follow Sanada-san since he's injured. I was hoping to stay close with you, but..." I looked towards Takehiro. The guy was a beast, and with his explosive fists, he was probably fine on his own.

"I'll let you decide who you want to give support to."

If Katsumi went to aid Takehiro, then I would go to help Yukimura on my own. If she came with me, I'd wait for her before proceeding, being sure to avoid any weird looking tiles and the holes in the walls just as Yukimura did before me.

Noticing the woman bow, I took would bow my head, wincing a bit as I moved the muscles in my stomach. "Ahh, no thanks are necessary, Tsukino-san." I would speak politely. "I am Morei Haji."

I returned to my normal stance after a moment longer of bowing. I did not think to actually speak to this person after trying to help them, as I was used to performing the deed and the other person would leave. Perhaps the hair similarities really helped.

"I know it isn't the most believable story, but yes..." Both of my parents and even my eldest brother had looked normal, so it was beyond me why I was born this way. For the longest time, I considered it a curse, but thanks to it, I met Katsumi, and now Seiko. "You were born with your hair and eyes too, correct? It's not too different."