webnovel

Rise Of The Chosen One

"His name is Erabareshimono!" An old samurai saved Erabareshimono after he was unintentionally abandoned by his dead father. Read to find out the adventures of this wonder kid who seems to not stop getting stronger. Creation is hard...cheer me up by supporting me as much as you can please...

Google_User_2114 · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
12 Chs

Prologue

A confrontation unfolded within the forest, its conclusion seemingly imminent as Senshi found himself faltering against Dali's onslaught, teetering on the precipice of demise.

Resembling the archetypal samurai with a Naruto-inspired white coiffure, Senshi bore the scars of battle, his countenance adorned with a rugged stubble, while his trusty sword, adorned with cryptic glyphs, hung ominously upon his back.

Opposing him stood Dali, whose visage mirrored the celestial deity Beerus from Dragon Ball Super, his azure hue accentuated by appendages reminiscent of ears and horns fused atop his head. With a physique reminiscent of the draconic deity, his azure tail swayed menacingly, while spiked bangles adorned his wrists, exuding an aura of menace.

"This marks the culmination of Blangers supremacy, Senshi," Dali declared with unwavering conviction, his fist raised defiantly. "Your samurai lineage stands on the precipice of extinction, destined to succumb to our inexorable might."

With bloodied lips, Senshi retorted with a defiant grin, "Farewell, Dali."

A cataclysmic explosion rent the air as Dali unleashed his devastating assault, seemingly sealing Senshi's fate and casting a shadow over the future of the samurai race.

Meanwhile, amidst the chaos, Senshi's sword hurtled perilously towards an innocent infant, peril looming ominously. In a serendipitous twist of fate, a makeshift shield intercepted the lethal blade, averting tragedy by a mere hair's breadth.

"Goo-goo-gaga," the infant cooed innocently as the danger passed.

Emerging from the shadows, an enigmatic figure approached, an elderly gentleman with a resplendent white mustache, who tenderly cradled the child along with the fallen sword.

"I perceive the hand of destiny at work," the old man mused, his voice tinged with mystery, as he uncovered a parchment affixed to the blade. "Your name is Erabareshimono. Perhaps this encounter was foretold in the annals of time."

With that cryptic proclamation, he vanished into the depths of the forest, leaving behind a trail of intrigue and enigma.

Support me by reading this book, please!

Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!

Creation is hard, cheer me up! VOTE for me!

Like it ? Add to library!

Have some idea about my story? Comment it and let me know.

Google_User_2114creators' thoughts