The Start!

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In a realm where honor and steel reign supreme, The esteemed Mori Clan Leader Heshiro Mori stands as the living embodiment of the clan's values and traditions. Heshiro Mori, a name that resonates with power and respect, is the pinnacle of the Mori clan's noble lineage. As the current clan leader, Heshiro bears the weight of both their ancestors' legacy and the future of their realm.

One day in an intense battle with the Osomi Clan Heshiro was struck down by his sworn enemy Isamu Osomi.

An intense war was going on in, The battle of Yukimura City two clans were currently fighting for the city. The Osomi clan and the Mori Clan each brought over 8,000 troops with them along with their commanders.

"This is the final battle of this war," a young man was dressed in a traditional Japanese warrior armor known as "Hide Armor" with a longsword tied to his waist and a spear in his hand, Heshiro Mori stood with his men before Yukimura City.

"You all have made it here after many hardships, but now is the time for you to unleash your courage.I want to see a battle that will be engraved into history. We shall win this war."

"WITH DEATH, THERE SHALL BE HONOR!" Heshiro Screamed aloud, Looking back at his troops every single one of them stomped on the muddy ground and screamed.

"WITH DEATH, THERE SHALL BE WAR!". 8,000 men screamed aloud each one of their voices seared with the respect and fealty they hold for their Dynamo.

At the same time, on the other side, a man dressed in a black and red robe, his long white hair tied up, the man had an aloof expression on his face as if the people around him were mere insects, in front of him was his army who looked like they were about to die from the cold, the man was none other than,

"Osomi Clan Leader, Isamu Osomi.

The man who was supposed to be leading his army right now was simply sitting on the ground and playing around with snow.

His right-hand man, Eishiro Akashi walked towards Isamu and bowed.

"Young master, I believe it's time for us to get started,"

"Oh, it's finally time? Well then, go call everyone over,"

"Yes," Eishiro said and turned around and waved his hand at the army.

All 8,000 troops lined up before Isamu.

"MY LOYAL SOLDIERS, THE TIME HAS COME! WE SHALL RETAKE OUR LOST HONOR THE FIRST MAN TO BRING ME DYIAMO HESHIRO'S HEAD WILL BE AWARED WITH

100,000 MON!" Isamu screamed his voice echoing over the soldiers.

"HONOR AND COIN!" every soldier of Osomi screamed their faces red and gold representing their clan colors and their love for the gold named Mon.

'Isamu looked at his soldiers and smirked, the time to reclaim our honor has come.'

Heshiro Mori looked towards the gates and saw a giant banner flying with the Osomi Clan crests on it, behind that was another 8,000-man troop, Isamu was nowhere to be seen.

"The war has officially begun."

The soldiers from both sides began running at each other, they were screaming

at the top of their lungs as they were ready to fight.

Both the Osomi and the Mori Clans were at the forefront of the battlefield.

"Kill the Osomi dogs," Heshiro roared as he swung his spear killing a few Osomi soldiers, the battle was chaotic.

Both armies were trying to push each other, but the ground was wet and muddy.

Heshiro stabbed a soldier in the heart and looked towards the Osomi troops and his eyes locked onto a man.

The man wore a red robe, a white cloth covering his face, he was wearing black leather gloves, and a giant two-handed sword was in his hands.

Heshiro knew that man, Isamu Osomi was known to wield the "Black Death" The name was self-explanatory, it was a sword that killed hundreds.

Heshiro ran towards the man, swinging his spear around and cutting down any soldier that stood in his way.

"Isamu!" Heshiro roared.

"Oh, if it isn't my dear brother-in-law, it's been a while." Isamu pulled down the white cloth revealing his face.

Isamu had short black hair, the man had two scars on his face that were left there when Heshiro fought with him 6 years ago.

"You will die today!" Heshiro ran towards Isamu and threw his spear at him, the spear pierced his shoulder, making Isamu drop his sword.

"Shit," Isamu said and ripped out the spear and threw it away.

"You think a puny thing like that can kill me, your father was also arrogant." Isamu charged toward Heshiro, he was fast, and his fist landed straight onto Heshiro's face, Heshiro's vision went blank for a second, and was hit by a powerful kick.

Heshiro fell to the ground but quickly rolled backward and avoided a sword strike.

"What a coward, hiding behind the shadows of your ancestors while you have no power."

"You think you can insult my ancestors you damn Osomi dog," Heshiro's anger exploded, and a red aura burst out of his body.

Heshiro punched toward the air creating a gust of wind.

"You are nothing without that strength of yours, let's see how long it lasts." Isamu ran toward Heshiro with the intent of killing him.

Their battle raged on and it looked like Isamu had the upper hand, Heshiro could only block attacks as his breathing got heavier and heavier, and his Qi reserves were getting depleted.

"Give up Heshiro, you are a pathetic excuse of a Clan leader, look at you now, on the verge of dying, I wonder how will your son deal with the pressure."

"I will kill you!"

"Try it, you damn bastard," Isamu said and swung his sword towards the left, but instead, he swung his fist, it was too late for Heshiro to react.

He was hit straight in the stomach, his eyes widened in shock as he saw Isamu's fist.

'He faked me out?'

Isamu took a few steps backward, then ran towards Heshiro and kicked him in the stomach.

Heshiro couldn't even stand anymore, he tried to stand up, but he couldn't his legs gave out.

"It's been a great battle, dear brother, I'm gonna take your head now," Isamu picked up his sword, and swung it above his head.

Heshiro was on the ground, and he looked toward the sky and closed his eyes.

"Father, it's all up to you now,"

Isamu swung his sword, the blade was coming closer and closer, and Heshiro was prepared to accept death.

On this death-ridden day Heshiro Mori the "Flame Demon" was slayed by Isamu Osomi.

"Where the HELL AM I?!" Heshiro screamed aloud.

'I'm supposed to be dead, where am I is this the after-life?" Heshiro thought he looked around, He was in a white box with a desk and chair in front of him as he looked towards the wall all he saw was blackness looking beyond these walls he saw black, black, black with little specks of white in the distance.

Suddenly two people appeared in front of him, an old European man who looked like the traders from a distant country dressed in a very white robe, And a young man with strange clothing and a similar skin tone to the older man.

"Ah, Hello Heshiro I'm glad you've finally arrived come." The Old-man said his voice soothing to the ears.

"HESHIRO MORI!? THE FLAME DEMON!" The Young man screamed, running up to Heshiro and vigorously shaking his hand over and over.

"Wh-, Who are you, people!" Heshiro screamed pushing the young man onto the ground.

"Ouch, that really hurt dude," The young man said rubbing his behind.

"My apologies, Heshiro," the old man said bowing his head slightly.

"Heshiro, my name is Krios and this here is my grandson, Johnathan, and this place is called the Soul Space."

"What do you mean, SOUL SPACE?!" Heshiro screamed.

"It's exactly as I said, and you are here because you died."

"What!?"

"Your son and daughter-in-law have taken over the Clan and will lead the Clan better than you,"

"Th- they have, are you serious?" Heshiro couldn't believe it, his daughter-in-law would be better

than him as a clan leader, the fact that he was even being replaced as the Clan leader made his blood boil, but his daughter-in-law?

"What the hell, why would they do such a thing?"

"Because you died."

"You bastard," Heshiro screamed and ran towards Krios and jumped at him, Heshiro was going to rip out his head.

"What a fool." The old man said,

"Hey old man, is he that dumb," Jonathan said laughing as Heshiro's body passed through Krios's body.

"What the!" Heshiro fell on the floor with a loud bang.

"You have not died, but you are not alive, your physical body has been slain by my Grandson's friend,"

"Then what the hell is this?" Heshiro said pointing at his body, "Isn't this my body?"

"You can think of this place like the afterlife, we have a lot to talk about,"

"You're right, I need answers, what are you two, what are you not human."

"No, we aren't,"

"Then, are you the gods that are spoken of in myths,"

"You could say that," Krios said and laughed.

"Then why have you summoned me," Heshiro asked.

"To make a deal," Krios said.

"A deal, what kind of deal," Heshiro asked, looking at Krios with narrowed eyes.

"A Deal that is going allow for you to be reborn anew not in your old world but in a new one, called Planteos formally known as Game of Thrones," Krios said with a smirk forming on his face.

"What are the conditions, nothing is ever free in this world," Heshiro said his mental health broke bit by bit because of this strange situation.

"You have 3 conditions Heshiro,

1. My grandson Jonathan's soul will be merged into yours.

2. You will have the task to conquer this world.

3. You shall Worship the Norse Gods and make its name known across all lands." Krios said the

grin on his face bouncing off his face.

"I Agree," Heshiro announced a smile etched across his face.

'Conquering the world huh, how easy, I have a new chance at life.'

"Are you sure Heshiro, this world will not be as peaceful as your old world, there will be wars, plague, and countless famines."

"That does not matter I have already accepted,"

"Then so be it, we have made a contract."

Krios opened snaped and both Heshiro and Jonathan disappeared and then reappeared suddenly.

They reappeared but not in the form of their old bodies but in a small ball that was glowing and flying the ball was both red and gold at the same time looking at Krios the ball looked like it was staring at something.

[Hello! My name is Zenos and you both have been merged by the God of War and Money, Krios select a name your souls have been merged between Jonathan]

"Ou- our souls have been ARGH!" The ball screamed aloud suddenly memories started pouring in.

Modern society 2023 Manwha, Anime, College highschool, food, empires, history......

[10 days later]

Millions of memories coursed between the ball before it finished sorting them out.

[Please Select a Name]

"Alaric that's the name I choose."

[Alaric good choice, Please Choose 3 wishes you want in your next life.]

"Hm?! 3 wishes there's a lot of options, Time Travel, Super Strength, Infinite Mana..."

[1 week later]

"I've decided it was a very intense, choice for three things that'll affect my life I doubt I'll ever be reborn again I've decided to choose.

1st I want a Roundabout system that helps aid me by giving constant quests to help aid me in my goal.

2nd I want the blood of 100 primal beasts along with a tattoo power system that'll let me transfer beats blood to people of my choosing or myself and aid them with the power of that beast providing them physical and mental boosts and allowing me to purchase them back.

3rd I would summon troops from a certain period aka the Edo period of Earth." Alaric said his ball form conveying words mentally to the system.

[ That's all? Surprising, to say the least, it took a week for you to tell me those simple wishes, hmm simple enough very well it's going to be done if that's all BEGONE!]

On a planet far...far away, A Baby was being born in a small village in the South of Westeros towards the Riverlands in the village of Seagard.

The baby boy was not like others he had short black hair the child was born with a tattoo that was glowing in a dim blue color.

His parents were a couple living in the small village of Seagard, his mother's name was Sela Tully and his father's name was Gerrard.

His parents were surprised to see the boy being born with such a mark.

"What a weird tattoo." His mother said, gently caressing the tattoo that was glowing with a dim light.

"It looks quite pretty." The woman said with a smile.

"How do you think he got this mark?"

"I'm not sure, maybe it was something he got at birth," the mother said with a smile,

"I guess you're right," the father said and smiled at the baby, "we should give him a name,"

"Oh, that's right, how does the name Alaric sound?"

"I love it, our son's name shall be Alaric,"

"Good,"