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the rise of the purple samurai

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The division of team pink: the rise of the purple samurai
Chapter three

As James fell through the air it came to him that hacking off the rathalos’s foot while in mid-flight while still in its clutches was not his smartest plan. Still it was a stroke of luck when he hit the river and didn’t break anything. But the feeling of triumph was shattered as James realised that the rathalos foot’s grip was still as effective as when it was attached and he began to sink with it in to river. He promptly hacked at the toes until free but having not taken a large breath before falling breaking the waters surface his oxygen starved brain was beginning to fail and light from the surface of the water was beginning to fade in his mind.

“If I can just reach the surface,” he thought, struggling his way up. Making every inch of his body pulsate to get him to the surface quicker. But the surface just got darker and James’s body gave out. He closed his eyes and lost consciousness.

He woke up on the bank. It was night. He examined his body in disbelief to find small bite marks across his kut-ku chest plate.

“Maybe a plesioth grabbed me and spat me out when I was to hard to chew” he thought to him self, surveying the surrounding area.

He’d not been here before. The tide had dragged him further than originally anticipated. A mile south there was smoke, lots of smoke. James wasted no time getting up and running towards the source.

As he got closer and closer he saw people running away from the smoke. All of them covered in soot and blood. Some were wounded or carrying the injured. Every one of them terrified. James tried to get some of them to explain what was happening but all of them were to scared or damaged to talk.

James reached the source of the smoke. A chard village, everything burnt, many dead or dying. James looked everywhere for survivors, under derby or in the few stand structures. He found two girls hiding under a large lance shield.

“What happened here?” he demanded of the crying girls.

“Yian garuga.” She replied threw tears. “It just burnt and killed everything. We didn’t provoke it and it didn’t eat anyone it killed. It just….it just did it for fun. It’s evil! Evil!”

“Ok” comforted James. “I’ll go kill it. Wait here.”

In all honesty he didn’t think he could kill it at all. He couldn’t kill a rathalos and even they couldn’t incinerate a whole village. He knew he would probably be killed but something drove him on. Maybe it was honour or perhaps just blind outrage. Either way he wasn’t gonna leave without doing what he could to get rid of that creature.

He looked out at the destruction cause and noticed that a patch of the outer village was still on fire. He headed out in that direction and at first he saw the blacked silhouette of what would seam to be a mere kut-ku. However as he got closer the form got spikier, brutier and darker in colour. The creature emerged from the flaming surroundings to reveal itself a dark purple, almost black spike covered, scared, old monster. James gripped his poison axe tightly and ran at the guruga.

“Die!” he yelled striking the creature only to have his axe bounce straight off. “But its fully sharpened,” he though “perhaps this wasn’t a good idea.”

The garuga turned, growled and bit James. This small bite sent him flying and searing in pain. The monster then pecked repetitively whilst approaching him.

“No time to worry about pain,” he though while rolling away from the peck.

James stood up and swiped as many times as he could at the monster thickened hide, only a few strikes making their way through. James jumped between its legs, as he was accustomed to with the kut-ku. However the guruga stepped back and did a back flip striking James with its poisonous tail. James got up and checked that he hadn’t been poisoned. He hadn’t but the attack was powerful and he was in immense pain. The creature fired a blast with incredible force at him. James only just managed to guard but the force of it still sent him flying into the burnt remains of a house. James realised if his attacked weren’t going to be powerful he’d have to make them as effective as possible and concentrate of the beast’s head. He jumped up and ran at garuga. It readied a blast, which James recognised and rolled to side of in time. He then jumped at the creature and struck its head multiple times. Garuga snapped at him but only managed to grab the battle cap off his head. James repeated the process of swiping at its head and rolling away for a while until the garuga started flaming at the mouth, by this time James had cleaved off it ears and some fur from its mane. The garuga tried the back flip again. James guarded but the power of the attack broke James’s arm.

“AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!” he screamed out in pain. “You fucking bastard!”

He tried something more risky and jumped onto the monster neck and swiped again and again at his head. More chunks flew off the beast’s head and beak as James hacked and slashed. Eventually James succeeded in poisoning the garuga and it began to fly away. James held on as long as he could, still stabbing at the creature, using his broken arm to hold on agonisingly. Eventually he fell off landing badly on his broken arm. He lay on the ground in pain, grunting a gasping as he watched the purple beast fly off into the night, wounded but not terminally. James was not satisfied but his wounds were to great and he fell unconscious.

Chapter 4

He woke up the next day in purple tent. His arm was in a rudimentary bandage and cast made of torn purple material and wood. He looked around and one of the girls he saw last night was asleep on the ground next to him. He prodded her to see if she was ok and she woke up.

“He’s awake! He’s awake!” she yelled. “Come here he’s awake!”

The other girl he saw that night entered. He could only assume they were sisters. The girl passed him a bowl of soup and watched him for a second before leaving again. James tasted the soup quickly and almost spat it back out at how revolting it tasted, until he realised the girl who made it could not be older that 12 and he did not wish to hurt her or her older sisters feelings. James just smiled and took a few more sips of the pasty ooze before putting it down.

“How is it?” asked the elder sister. “Don’t you like it?”

“No no.” replied James hastily. “ It’s just it hurts to eat right now.”

“Oh ok. Thanks for saving us. That garuga would have killed us had you not have come”

“Why were you here? Why didn’t you run with the others?”

The girl looked down into her lap and then over at a chest next to the wounded hunter that he had placed the soup on.

“There are many theories surrounding yian garuga.” She asserted. “Some say its an old, battle worn kut-ku. Others say it’s a crossbreed of rathalos and kut-ku. Most think it’s a new breed of Yian family. But my family for generations has believed it to be a demon that possesses a kut-ku every few hundred years. Our village was attacked some three hundred year ago by garuga. All seamed lost as our greatest warriors fell to it. But then a man from a distant land with fair hair like yours came to our village. He wore nothing but purple cloth clothes and a samurai sword. He went out and killed the garuga and made fine armour from it. He was there named the purple samurai and are village has honored his memory since. But now garuga returns each and every year and no one has came. So this year everyone left except me and Anya. Oh, Anya is my little sister by the way. I’m Rubee. But anyway we waited for the fair hair warrior to come and save us. Then you came and got rid of it. So.”

“I didn’t finish it Rubee” interrupted James. “But I need to and thats where I’m going now”

“Now!? But your weak!” insisted the girl.

“True but so is garuga. This I is my best opportunity to kill it.”

“You can’t fight it with a broken arm.”

“I’ll find a way.”

“Get going then.” Said Anya entering the tent, having over heard the convocation.

“Anya!” snapped her older sister

“He’s right and you know it. Besides his arms all better.”

James was confused at first but then he flexed the arm that had broken to find it didn’t hurt.

“How?” James asked Anya.

“I put curative stuff in the soup.” She replied with a sense of pride.

“Oh” James realised “so that’s why it tasted so bad.”

“What do you mean?” remarked Anya with a quivering lip.

“Oh what I meant was….”

It was too late. Anya started crying and Rubee began to comfort her. To James this seamed like the best time to leave.

James walked for miles in the direction he had last seen garuga flying before he fell unconscious. He was just about to give up hope until he found a charred old battle cap. At first he thought it was the hat the garuga had stolen the night before, but as he marched onwards he found more charred armour. It’s was kut-ku gunner armour.

“Oh no” he thought, as concern for his team mate sunk in “Liam.”

James started thinking about what had happened only yesterday to Liam and then he began to wonder what happened to Mikle. As he jogged onwards things only got worse he found the body of dead teenage rathalos with a broken blood shotgun in his mouth. There was no doubt about it, something bad had happened to Liam. As worry began to swarm around in James’s brain he heard the beat off wings behind him. He turned to see a wounded garuga. It growled at James in recollection of what he had done to it. It prepared to fire a powerful blast at the hunter. James had no time to think and he jumped behind the rathalos corpse in hope it would take the blow. It did but not well, the corpse rolled over and caught fire. It was no longer cover but an obstacle. James rolled away and hoped that the garuga might be distracted by cooking meat but no luck, the garuga was here for fun not food. It fired another blast at James. He guarded but it still knocked him back, he had no time to block the second blast the garuga had fired. It hit James right in the chest, incinerating his kut-ku mail and velosprey gloves. the stunned hunter only just managed to regain his footing as the garuga ran straight at him. The hit was devastating. It must have broke several ribs and sent James flying into the burning rathalos. James’s skin was lightly charred as he jumped off the corpse to the side that garuga was not looking at. James was now in incredible pain and was very weak. He searched his pockets for anything that was for healing but nothing.

“Wait. What’s that” he thought finding a flash bomb in his pack. “This could really turn things around.”

He jumped out from behind the corpse and threw it in front of the beast. The flash was blinding and the garuga danced around attacking in any direction. James saw his chance and attacked again and again at the creature’s head. However in his excitement James did not see the garuga spin its tail and stab James full of poison. James groaned, he had been poisoned many a time by gypceros but it was nothing like this. He could feel the poison in his blood burning his veins. James shrugged and held it in. He could feel pain later. He lunged at the garuga, embedding his axe deep in the monster’s head. It shrieked out in pain and spun round quickly, snapping off the blade. It then opened its wings and began to fly away again.

“Oh no you don’t!” yelled James, throwing away his broken axe handle and jumping at the garuga.

He just grabbed its tail as it flew off. Holding on for dear life, James pulled out his misshapen carving knife, melted and reformed many times from all the garuga blasts. He then kept stabbing at the tail with it as he had seen Mikle doing to the rathalos. Also like with the rathalos it flew for miles swooping, diving and swaying to try and get James off. the determined hunter cut and hacked at the tail until finally like on the rathalos, it came off. This also had not been one of James’s smartest plans as he began to fall from a great height. Both fortunately and unfortunately James did not feel the great impact of land as the poisoning from earlier had stopped his heart. James closed his eyes to darkness.

Chapter 5

James surprisingly awoke in a purple tent with an elderly man looking at him.

“Well its official.” Said the man who it can only be assumed was a doctor of sorts. “I am a miracle worker, bow down to me and call me your lord and god.”

“What happened?” murmured James.

“Well you crashed to earth, braking almost every bone in your body. Then we found you and it turned out you also had no pumping heart. So we took you back to our village to do what we could and low and behold we brought you back from the dead my boy.”

“We? Who’s we?”

“Little Anya. She has medical wisdom beyond her years. Then again great things are expected of her being a descendant of the purple samurai himself. Yes her and Rubee have great thing expected of them. There farther had a talent for fighting but errr it would seam not enough for the garuga.”

The doctor looked down. James realised that their father must have been killed and they were alone in the world. James tried to get up and surprisingly mustered the strength to get up.

“Wow, you two do have an art of medicine.” James remarked “but tell me doctor what of their mother?”

“She had an art for nature and studied it greatly. She even wrote the passages about the animals that hunters use today. But unfortunately she was killed whilst trying to draw the fatalis.”

James and the doctor were silent and looked about for a few moments. James mustered the strength to get up and walk. He was then informed that he had been asleep for several days and during this time people returned to the village and began rebuilding it. He left his tent to find even more purple tents dotted about the village as new houses were being constructed. As he walked around people smiled at him as they must’ve heard what he had been doing to kill the garuga. When Rubee and Anya saw him they ran at him and hugged him whilst asking how he was. Rubee had even gone as far as to make him some purple cloth clothes.

She said “I know they aren’t good as armour but they’ll keep you warm and they may even remind garuga of the purple samurai himself.”

“Thanks but I don’t think I’ll do to well against the garuga without a weapon.”

“Taken care of,” said Rubee passing him a green and purple short sword. “We forged it with the part you cut off him that night and the tail you were still holding onto when we found you.”

“And here.” Anya spoke passing him a purple shield that was also made of garuga.

“Thanks again but I need to ask one more for a favour”

“Of course” replied both Anya and Rubee.

“I need you to get all the village to have fun tonight, to laugh, dance and make music. This monster is truly evil. Any sound of joy or happiness will draw it near to destroy. That is when I will attack.”

The girls agreed and that night there was a party. Everyone was having fun, drinking, dancing and playing music just as planned. James sat as high as he could. Ever watchful for the dark purple beast. After several hours the party died down. People went to bed and high spirits were all round.

“Perhaps the garuga won’t come tonight.” many thought. But not James he knew better.

As the fires of the party died to embers he heard it again. The flap of wings. The garuga closed in on the tents but then from the corner of its one eye it saw James. That was its target. It swooped at him but James ducked. the purple cloth garbed hunter looked back at the beast and smirked. He had confidence. He knew that on this last swoop he would bring the monster down. It flew back ready to strike again. James pulled up his shield to take the blow. It hit the guard and landed. James wasted no time jumping underneath and slashed its underbelly repetitively. He knew what it would do. The garuga tried a back flip but with out a stinger the stump was useless and James grabbed it tightly. The monster landed after flip, flinging its tail upwards allowing James to be catapulted into the air. He put away the raven blade and landed on the wyvern’s back. the hunter grabbed onto the broken back plates and crawled his way to the head. Just as he’d hoped the blade of the poison axe was still there in the beast's cranium. He grabbed a hold of it to try and pull it loose but the purple beast shook and shook until James came flying off dragging the blade with him. He landed on the blade cutting through necessary organs. The garuga then spat three fireballs at James each of them hitting and incinerating most of his purple cloth garments. The wyvern, still not content and ran at James. Time slowed, James saw the beast running at him, he felt the blood gushing out of him and the burns on his skin. He gazed at the sword forged of his achievement in his hand and inspiration hit. He tilted his head and kept looking at the monster running at him. He didn’t move, not even flinch he just stood and waited for it. The beast got closer and closer but still he didn’t move. He felt the heat of the creatures breath on his charred skin but still he didn’t move. The creature was but an inch away and James struck. Driving his sword into the hole in the monster’s head caused by the broken axe blade. The raven blade just kept going. It went deep in and through the brain and out the bottom of the jaw. He looked into the beast’s eye still clutching the hilt and saw its gruff, angry demeanour change. For a second and just a second the eye changed from blind rage and the creature thought a million thoughts it had never thought because of its natural angered state. But just for a second. The Garuga’s eye closed and it died. James pulled out the sword and sat down. His wounds were great but he’d heal. He had been through worse. He closed his eyes and slept a well earn sleep.

When he awoke he was once again in a purple tent. His wounds all bandaged up and beginning to heal. Rubee and Anya entered the tent.

“Your on the mend now and should be fully healed in three weeks or so. But with are medicine I’d say about two days.” Emphasised Anya with a smile.

“Thanks for saving the village and killing yain garuga.” praised rubee looking at her shoes, hiding her face. “We offer you ours village’s thanks and our greatest treasure.”

“Thanks but I can’t take anything else.” Replied James getting to his feet.

“Oh but you must you’ve earned it and the title that comes with it.”

“Title?” replied James confused.

“Yes” answered Rubee looking up at him to reveal a she was blushing. “The village considers you the new purple samurai and hence have given you….” she talks as dragging in the chest the James had rested his healing soup on “the armour of the purple samurai.”

James reluctantly excepted the armour and wore it as he left the purple village. He would set out on a journey to find out what happened to Liam and Mikle.

“I hope those guys are ok” he thought to himself. “those guys are going to be pretty pissed I’m not wearing pink armour anymore but screw em’ there just gonna have to be jealous of the purple samurai. Hoo-ha.”

James walked of into the sunset and saw a wyvern off in the distance.

“I guess it can’t hurt to try out the armour first.”

The end
ok i know its get worse at the end and it seams like i'm just trying to end it but i was writting it at 2 in the fucking morning and as a member of the human race i need my fucking sleep. its james story after the 'devision of team pink'. so enjoy comment if you will. stay tuned for the next two mikle was in a mystery desert and liam was falling to his doom. good night i'm going to fucking bed.

Blue off to fucking bed.

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woah, im relly impressed ,
so far for me the stories are gettin better every time...
great work man.