Ronin: Through Blue and Blood RTBB

It’s what they used to call wanderers….

Warriors who lost their purpose. Their way. Their master.

Men and Women with a blade, but no higher mind to guide the hand that held it.

I changed that narrative. I removed my master willingly and without hesitation. I put myself in every situation I’ve experienced.

I am Ronin because I slaughtered my Teacher.

But I’m not a wanderer with no direction. no purpose.

I’m the strongest Hero alive. and my purpose? Eviscerate everything that spills from the Tangents wherever I travel.

Whatever monster— no matter how powerful.

Whatever Tangent biome— no matter how dire.

My muscles tighten. My blade cuts. The Thunder booms in the wake of my lightning fast finesse.

Everything falls.

At least that’s what I always knew it as….

But recently conversations with that green eyed boy have taken me to my past. His words highlighting my history like lightning illuminating shadows in a forest.

The details skitter past my minds eye like rats.

I find myself young again everytime I close my eyes after what he said.

Back in the Oceans. Back surviving key moments.

Considering a foolish beast-boys words….

“What does it matter to be the strongest Hero alive if your legacy is only Monsters?”


***THIS IS A SIDESTORY CONNECTED TO BEASTS: REBORN**