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Heaven’s Reign
Heaven’s Blade, one of the most dangerous and most lethal compounds on the outskirts of the Tokyo, for one too so much as walk through the front gates would be considered a gift from above. Thought right now the place was on high alert as its many residents kept a look out for one man that they knew would be coming today.
Up on one of the many room tops of the builds within the place multiple sharpshooters and snipers looked out into the lone stretch of road that lead into the place. A human who was the leader of the group walked over to the edge and spotted a small dust cloud coming up the road. Pulling up a pair of binoculars the group leader adjusted them before spotting their target approaching.
On an old WWII army issued motorcycle wearing an old steel army helmet with a 7 of spades in it, a pair of old aviator goggles with black bandana covered his face, covering his torso was navy and blue short sleeve hoodie with a DEA like tactical vest only with the old patch removed and replaced with 71, that was loaded down with extra ammo and a few grenades, a pair of worn in blue jeans and combat boots covered his lower half as he speed towards the compound.
The group leader glared as he pulled the binoculars down and pulled up a radio.
“He’s coming,” was all the human said into the radio as he crackled back.
“Proceed with the plan,” a voice replied back before cutting off.
Lowering the radio the man looked over to a couple of foxes next to a mortar and nodded to them.
Giving a salute they loaded a round into and fired away.
A few miles out of the compound, the rider heard the familiar whistling sound of oncoming shelling. Looking up he barely spotted the mortar round before it took a piece out of the road in front of him.
Dodging the debree and hole the rider shifted the bike into a higher gear and accelerated towards the compound at full speed.
Seeing as the target was unaffected by the shot, the human gave a hand gesture, signaling a whole mass of mortar rounds off the buildings near the compound’s edge to begin raining down on the target.
Hearing the mortar rounds rain down all around him the rider quickly swerved and dodged the shelling he was receiving. As one round exploded in front of him, he quickly used the dug up ground to jump over the large hole and gain cover in the dust cloud that was kicked up.
“Target lost, sir,” one member shouted as they tried to spot the rider in the small man made dust cloud.
“Find him! He cannot reach his destination on time!” the leader shouted.
“Roger,” was the many responses he received from the snipers.
At the time a shiba anthro looked through his scope at the entrance where the smoke had mostly if not nearly covered.
Suddenly the rider emerged from the dust cloud through the gate entrance to the compound.
“Target has breached perimeter!” he shouted.
“WHAT! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR SHOOT HIM!!!!” the human shouted as every sniper opened fired at the rider only for him to drive into one of the many buildings between them.
“Target as entered structure F5!” a hawk shouted as they lost him in the buildings many rooms.
“Dammit,” the human shouted as he held the radio up. “Attention all personnel, target has entered one of the out building, sector F. I want all personnel on high alert in that area,” he shouted before pulling it away, not even waiting to hear a response.
“Fall back to sector A, that’s where he will be heading,” the group leader ordered his men as they all nodded and proceeded with the plan. “We must not let him reach his destination in time,”
Inside the building, the rider parked his bike and dismounted it. Looking around the structure the rider adjusted the backpack on him before pulling out an old lever action shotgun that he had strapped to the pack’s side and gave the action a quick cock before proceeding though the building.
Only his breathing and footsteps could be heard down the empty hallways, as the rider turned down one dark hallway he stopped and noticed how the light seemed to be the only thing shining through the windows in the place.
Glaring at the too peaceful of scene, the human slowly stepped forward and waved his shotgun through one of the rays of light. Suddenly a loud click was heard before multiple spears popped out of both the walls and the floor.
“Hm….not bad, but not good enough,” the rider said as trap reset itself.
Hunkering down near the windows edge, he slowly adjusted the pack to make sure it didn’t hit one of the light rays and slowly made his way down the hall until he was at the end. Standing up he let a light sigh as he held up his arm to check his time.
“Still good but I need to hurry,” he said to himself as he started dashing down the next hallway. A few hallways later, after a spike pit, pendulums’ of doom, a dead language puzzle, and a leap of faith later the rider stopped and noticed the exit of the building.
“Heh…to easy,” he said as he took a step forward only to feel his foot sink a little.
Looking down the young man saw he had stepped on a trap trigger that slowly clicked as it sunk some more.
“Ah crap,” was all the rider could say before a loud crash was heard behind him.
Turning around slowly the rider’s eyes widen when he spotted a huge boulder rolling towards him.
“Oh hell no!” he shouted as he made a dash towards the exit.
With each clap of his boots on the tile floor the rider could feel the boulder gaining on him.
“Damn, damn, damn, dammit!” he shouted as he felt the large rock nearly on his heels before diving towards the door.
With a loud crash the boulder was stopped by the door frame as the rider rolled to his feet to look and see he was mostly in the clear.
Picking himself up the rider dusted himself off and picked up his dropped weapon before looking around to notice he was in some sort of outdoor corridor with either a small barrier or pathway leading towards a door into the buildings next to the two.
Slowly walking down the corridor the rider kept looking either behind or to the side of him in case of any sudden ambush. As he was halfway down the corridor the rider suddenly heard a sound that made his blood run cold, a loud click was heard coming from the building in front of him.
“Shit!” the rider shouted as ducked into one of the small entrances as heavy machine gun fired upon the corridor and pinned him down.
Taking a few deep breaths from the close call, the rider quickly pulled out a small mirror and used it to peak around the corner and spotted the MG nest only the flinch as a round shattered the object.
“Well…that’s seven years of bad luck on your ass buddy,” the rider said as he dropped the mirror’s remains before switching his shotgun for a M1 Garand.
Pulling the action back, he grinned as he heard the familiar click of it closing as he waited for his opening. Suddenly just as quick as the machine began to fire it suddenly stopped as a loud click was heard signaling it was needing to be reloading.
Giving a quick sign of the cross, the rider quickly popped out of his hiding spot and fired a couple of rounds at the mg user instantly taking him out.
Not even bothering to check and see if he was down for good, the rider just ran and shoulder tackled the door below the nest and made it into the building.
Meanwhile the MG user grunted as he held up a radio to his face.
“Target…target has infiltrated sector D,” he grunted.
“Understood, don’t worry the shadow squad is already on high alert of his presence,” the other end replied as the gunner nodded.
“Roger,” he replied before passing out.
Inside the building the rider walked down small corridor and approached a duel set of wooden doors.
“Well…this is a little out of place,” he said as he placed one hand on the handle while holding his rifle close with the other. “And behind door number one,”
Opening door, the rider was surprised to see himself walk into what would be described as an indoor forest, he looked around in shock at the small ecosystem the compound had constructed.
“Different…” was all he could say as he saw another set of doors at the far end of the room. “Please, don’t let this be like a Vietnam moment,”
Making his way through the thick woods, the rider didn’t even notice the bark on one of the trees seem to shift a little as he passed it. Stopping near a large tree root to sit and rest for a few minutes a loud thud caught his attention, turning towards the noise he spotted a kunai lodged in the tree right next to his head.
“Damn!” the rider shouted as he dove for cover just as three more knives embedded themselves in the tree roots right where he was crouched.
Slowly peaking up, the intruder tried to spot his assailant, knowing that things were about to get rough he quickly slipped a bayonet onto the rifle just in time to spot something move in front of him.
Sucking in a breath though his teeth, the rider lashed out with his rifle just in time to stop a dragon in ninja garb from slicing him open with a ninja sword.
“Ninjas!” was all the rider could say just before he was kicked to the side before kitsune kinochi.
Rolling to his feet he pulled up his rifle only to see his two attackers were gone.
“Damn,” the rider whispered to himself as he kept his eyes open for any kind of movement.
Suddenly a twig snapped behind the helmet wearing young man. Spinning around he blocked another ninja this one a human only to see him grinning at him.
Feeling something wrong, the rider surprisingly saw something reflect in both of their blades. Right behind the rider stood a large byakko ninja with his mask down, opening his jaws as wide as he could he lunged down on the rider.
Knowing what was about to happen, the rider quickly jerked his rifle to the side causing the shinobi in front of him to stumble towards him. Wrapping the surprised human in a bear hug, the rider quickly spun around and switched places with the human who could only scream as he was snapped up instead of the rider.
The byakko barely had time to grunt and try and spit his comrade out only for the rider kick his feet out from underneath him causing the feline to fall onto his back and accidently swallow the shinobi in his jaws before he reappeared in the tiger’s white and black striped belly that busted out of his uniform.
“Sorry can’t stay and play, on a schedule,” the rider shouted as he hurtled over the byakko’s gut causing him to grunt in discomfort before the human was running
through the door.
Just in time to miss a hail storm of kunai and shurikens embedding into the doors as the closed.
Once the last blade was embedded in the doors all was mostly silent except for the byakko’s groans.
“Dammit! How the hell did we miss!?” a shout came from one of the many ninjas in the room.
Panting from nearly being turned into a pin cushion, the young man took one deep breath and walked over and slowly peaked out the door’s windows and saw the next building between him and his destination. Kicking the door open he waited a few seconds before making a dash to the next building and slid to cover in its entrance.
Pressing his back to the doors, the rider looked around before moving inside.
Once he was inside he was surprised to see a large pool that would rival any Olympic size one.
“Damn…if I wasn’t running for my life, this place wouldn’t be too bad for a pool party,” the rider said as he started to walk along the edge of the pool towards the doors at the end.
As the intruder made his way, he never noticed a shadow move along the edge next to him. Right as he was nearing the edge of the pool, a hand shot out and grabbed him by the ankle and tripped him.
“Dammit not again!” the rider shouted as he felt his pack and rifle slip off of him before he was dragged into the water.
As he was pulled under, the rider was thankful he was wearing his goggles since they allowed him to see he was surrounded by a few aquatic anthros like sharks, whales, and even a few others like a barracuda along with a few scuba diver, like the said one that had a hold of him and was already drawing a knife.
Knowing he was already at a disadvantage, the rider quickly grabbed the knife arm and stopped it from trying to slash him, grunting in both pain from hitting the tile along with his lungs begging for oxygen. The rider grabbed the diver’s mask hose and looped it around the knife blade and sliced it open causing the diver to panic while the other aquatics surrounding him started to move towards them.
Seeing a large tiger shark getting close to them, the intruder grabbed the back of the struggling diver’s tank and pulled it towards him. Knowing that this would either make or break his chance of escape, he tried as hard as he could to bring his elbow down on the regulator valve connected between the two tanks. With two good hits a large stream of bubbles erupted from the opening as before the diver was launched into the stripped shark’s jaws, throwing the aquatic back, the terror of the deep now sported a large belly along with belching up a plethora of bubbles from the still
ruptured tank.
Now free, the rider quickly swam towards the surface and the edge. Breaking to the surface the man with a mission quickly grabbed onto the edge and tried to pull himself out of the pool only to be grabbed once more and pulled in.
The rider thrashed around bellow the water’s surface before suddenly the whole pool went calm and quiet. Suddenly a loud explosion was heard underneath the water before a large geyser erupted from the same spot the rider was dragged under.
Once more the rider broke to the surface panting while also missing one of the grenades on his vest, which turned out to be a powerful flash bang which combined with the water’s echo effect was enough to knock out and stun most of his attackers who were no floating on the surface out cold.
“And…there goes another decibel in my ears,” the intruder panted out as he tried to get the ringing in his ears to stop.
Pulling himself onto the edge, the rider rolled onto his back and panted from both the fight and from being nearly drowned. Holding his watch up to his face he saw he was running out of time.
“Need to…push on,” he breathed out as he rolled onto his chest and pushed himself up to his feet.
Picking up his rifle and backpack, he slowly walked out the doors and into the sunlight.
Shielding his eyes to the bright light, the rider’s eyes adjusted to the light to finally see he had stepped into what would be described as some sort of zen garden or something with cherry blossom trees, a small creek flowing through it, a rock garden, and even a small bamboo forest. But that all didn’t matter to the rider as what stood in front of him was what looked like a small army of what looked like shinigami like sword users, stood between him and his final destination.
“Damn….” Was the rider breathed out as he watched them parted to reveal the same human leader from before that had first tried to stop him from getting into the compound, who was wearing a white hiaori to distinguish him from the rest.
“I’m surprised you made it this far but now, your journey ends here,” he said with authority in his voice.
“….I still got half an hour left buddy. And I ain’t dead yet,” the rider said with a couple of deep breaths as he pulled himself together.
“Just give up now, you’re on your last leg,” the man said as he gripped his sword hilt.
“Not gonna happen, I’ve come this far and I aim to finish this,” the rider said as he ejected the clip in his rifle for a fresh one.
“If that is your decision, then so be it,” the man said as he pulled his blade out and held it up.
Time seemed to slow down as the rider and the sword user army, as a breeze kicked up and the cherry blossoms started to fall. The leader of the army brought his sword down silently ordering the army to charge. Letting out a battle cry the group charged at the lone rider who had faced most of the things the place had thrown at him.
Taking a breath, the rider tilted his helmet down a little before letting out his own cry before charging towards the group like many who had carried the rifle he held in his hands during the wars that had passed.
Right as it looked like the army helmet wearing young man was about slam into a wall of swords he suddenly slid to a stop just a few feet away from them and grinned under his mask. At first most of the sword users thought the intruder had figured out it was foolish to try and take them all on but were shocked to see the young man lob a familiar item into their group.
“Catch,” the intruder shouted just before a loud explosion erupted throwing all those close to it like rag dolls.
Those not caught in the blast were knocked back by the concussion from the explosive’s shockwave disorienting them.
A large bull anthro who was in front of the group was the first to regain his senses was first rewarded with a rifle but to the face that threw him to the ground.
Charging right through the group, the intruder didn’t even bother with the grunts knowing full well that they were just there to distract him from his main mission.
Stomping on a deer anthro’s head who was barely getting back onto his feet. The intruder threw himself into a group of felines who provided him a soft landing before he rolled back to his feet and charged though the heart of the group.
It was about here, when the rider’s luck had ran out and most of the group was finally back on their feet and senses back to normal. Seeing this the rider quickly pulled out his shotgun and began to unload round after round to two or three enemies with each shot. Like a plow blade he made his way through the crowd, even as he used his last shotgun round, that never stopped him from flipping the weapon around and using it as a club which some were lucky just to get either a body or face check those not so lucky got the occasional nut cracker.
Slipping the lever action back into its spot, he quickly switched over to his battle rifle and either slashed at those who were close with the bayonet or taste the .30-06 round. All the whole time the rider didn’t get out without the occasional slash to his side, arms, legs, even his head but both his determination and old steel helmet helped him push through along with knocking the jerk who tried to take his head off, teeth out.
As a large lion fell to the heavy wooden rifle butt slamming against his head, the rider finally broke through the group only to have one last obstacle standing between him and victory.
The group leader, who stood still fresh from not even doing anything while everyone else fought against the intruder, panting from both; the sword wounds and fatigue, the rider glared at the leader who just glared back.
Checking his rifle, the young man groaned as he saw he was out of ammo.
“You have lost, now you have no chance at succeeding in you mission too…” the leader began only to be cut off by a loud bang before he was thrown back from a round by the rider’s revolver that he had kept by his side the whole time.
“We’re done,” was all the rider said as he slowly limped past the downed man.
Stumbling a little into the building, the rider looked up and smiled a little as he finally made it to his destination. Limping towards the desk in front of him, he stopped and slowly reached into his vest and pulled out…a sheet of paper.
Laying the paper down on the desk, a lady at the counter looked it over and smiled to him.
“Well Mr. Coyote, I am happy to say you have full filled all your requirements for your foreign studies here at Heaven’s Blade University,” the lady said as she signed off on a few things before stamping it.
Pulling off his helmet and goggles, Coyote sighed and smiled at the fact he was done with his foreign exchange credits that he decided to take.
“Thank you ma’am, I will say it was…interesting learning at such a unique place like this,” Coyote replied as he took the form from her and slipped it back in his vest.
Limping out the doors to the admission’s office, Coyote looked to see most of the army who were actually the students of the university picking themselves up after being on the receiving end of riot round rubber bullets.
“Hey cowboy, you didn’t have to get so caught up in the moment, you know,” a cat anthro shouted as he massaged his jaw from the one of Coyote’s melee attacks.
“Yeah…sorry about that but when you told me about this crazy tradition y’all do to any who either graduate or are completed their foreign studies here, well…you should of know I would of taken my pred hunting practices into effect,” the hunter pointed out as some nodded understanding that.
“Ahem,” a voice cleared next to Coyote.
Turning towards the owner, the young man just looked over at the group’s leader who in fact was the student body’s president. Mostly glared at the American but held his hand out to him.
“Congratulations, Mr. Coyote, on both your studies and being the first foreigner to survive the Heaven’s Reign,” he said mostly in the same tone he used the whole time he was against the hunter.
“Thanks bud, but…next time maybe shows some guts and get into the mix of things instead of sitting back and letting others do your work. Trust me it helps you in the long run,” Coyote said with a grin as he shook the president’s hand before walking off to retrieve his bike.
“…What did he mean by…” before the young man could finish he suddenly felt something soft push against his back.
Looking up the student president’s eyes widen as he saw a large brown a cream furred wolf anthro grinned down at him.
“Time for a little punishment, for not doing your job, Mr. President,” the wolf said as he licked his muzzle a little.
A few minutes later Coyote was riding his back down one of the many roads in the campus grounds waving to some of the students he made friends with over the last few months. As he rounded the last corner that would lead him out of the campus grounds he spotted a familiar group of anthros, the tiger shark, the byakko, and the wolf who still sported large bellies from the crazy tradition.
Pulling up next to them he laughed as they came over and patted him on the back, shook his hand or congratulated him on making it through the school trial. The reason behind this was the fact they were the hunter’s roommates when he first came over so if anything there was a little side job within his run that he was pulling off.
“Alright, so if I remember right you all get to keep who you ate in your guts for the entire week if they got eaten during the Reign?” Coyote asked remembering when they first told him about the little extra bit before his run.
“Yep, all through till next Friday,” the byakko said as he belched up the ninja’s mask that who was still sitting in his white dome of a belly.
“As long as we don’t digest them it’s all good,” the shark said as he picked his teeth a little and laughed.
“Okay, just wanted to make sure. Y’all take care of yourselves while I’m gone and if you can try and see if y’all can come over to Crossroads Tech, okay?” Coyote said as he was patted on the back once more by the wolf, who had one hand on his belly which jiggled while he laughed.
“Don’t worry, Coyote like we’re going to let you go that easy,” he said as he patted his gut some.
“Alright then, see y’all state side,” Coyote said as he revved his bike some.
Giving one last hand shake to each one of the trio, Coyote waved to them as he pulled his bike out of the campus entrance and proceed to head towards the airport and back home to Crossroads.
You'll see what I mean. XD
Heaven’s Reign
Heaven’s Blade, one of the most dangerous and most lethal compounds on the outskirts of the Tokyo, for one too so much as walk through the front gates would be considered a gift from above. Thought right now the place was on high alert as its many residents kept a look out for one man that they knew would be coming today.
Up on one of the many room tops of the builds within the place multiple sharpshooters and snipers looked out into the lone stretch of road that lead into the place. A human who was the leader of the group walked over to the edge and spotted a small dust cloud coming up the road. Pulling up a pair of binoculars the group leader adjusted them before spotting their target approaching.
On an old WWII army issued motorcycle wearing an old steel army helmet with a 7 of spades in it, a pair of old aviator goggles with black bandana covered his face, covering his torso was navy and blue short sleeve hoodie with a DEA like tactical vest only with the old patch removed and replaced with 71, that was loaded down with extra ammo and a few grenades, a pair of worn in blue jeans and combat boots covered his lower half as he speed towards the compound.
The group leader glared as he pulled the binoculars down and pulled up a radio.
“He’s coming,” was all the human said into the radio as he crackled back.
“Proceed with the plan,” a voice replied back before cutting off.
Lowering the radio the man looked over to a couple of foxes next to a mortar and nodded to them.
Giving a salute they loaded a round into and fired away.
A few miles out of the compound, the rider heard the familiar whistling sound of oncoming shelling. Looking up he barely spotted the mortar round before it took a piece out of the road in front of him.
Dodging the debree and hole the rider shifted the bike into a higher gear and accelerated towards the compound at full speed.
Seeing as the target was unaffected by the shot, the human gave a hand gesture, signaling a whole mass of mortar rounds off the buildings near the compound’s edge to begin raining down on the target.
Hearing the mortar rounds rain down all around him the rider quickly swerved and dodged the shelling he was receiving. As one round exploded in front of him, he quickly used the dug up ground to jump over the large hole and gain cover in the dust cloud that was kicked up.
“Target lost, sir,” one member shouted as they tried to spot the rider in the small man made dust cloud.
“Find him! He cannot reach his destination on time!” the leader shouted.
“Roger,” was the many responses he received from the snipers.
At the time a shiba anthro looked through his scope at the entrance where the smoke had mostly if not nearly covered.
Suddenly the rider emerged from the dust cloud through the gate entrance to the compound.
“Target has breached perimeter!” he shouted.
“WHAT! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR SHOOT HIM!!!!” the human shouted as every sniper opened fired at the rider only for him to drive into one of the many buildings between them.
“Target as entered structure F5!” a hawk shouted as they lost him in the buildings many rooms.
“Dammit,” the human shouted as he held the radio up. “Attention all personnel, target has entered one of the out building, sector F. I want all personnel on high alert in that area,” he shouted before pulling it away, not even waiting to hear a response.
“Fall back to sector A, that’s where he will be heading,” the group leader ordered his men as they all nodded and proceeded with the plan. “We must not let him reach his destination in time,”
Inside the building, the rider parked his bike and dismounted it. Looking around the structure the rider adjusted the backpack on him before pulling out an old lever action shotgun that he had strapped to the pack’s side and gave the action a quick cock before proceeding though the building.
Only his breathing and footsteps could be heard down the empty hallways, as the rider turned down one dark hallway he stopped and noticed how the light seemed to be the only thing shining through the windows in the place.
Glaring at the too peaceful of scene, the human slowly stepped forward and waved his shotgun through one of the rays of light. Suddenly a loud click was heard before multiple spears popped out of both the walls and the floor.
“Hm….not bad, but not good enough,” the rider said as trap reset itself.
Hunkering down near the windows edge, he slowly adjusted the pack to make sure it didn’t hit one of the light rays and slowly made his way down the hall until he was at the end. Standing up he let a light sigh as he held up his arm to check his time.
“Still good but I need to hurry,” he said to himself as he started dashing down the next hallway. A few hallways later, after a spike pit, pendulums’ of doom, a dead language puzzle, and a leap of faith later the rider stopped and noticed the exit of the building.
“Heh…to easy,” he said as he took a step forward only to feel his foot sink a little.
Looking down the young man saw he had stepped on a trap trigger that slowly clicked as it sunk some more.
“Ah crap,” was all the rider could say before a loud crash was heard behind him.
Turning around slowly the rider’s eyes widen when he spotted a huge boulder rolling towards him.
“Oh hell no!” he shouted as he made a dash towards the exit.
With each clap of his boots on the tile floor the rider could feel the boulder gaining on him.
“Damn, damn, damn, dammit!” he shouted as he felt the large rock nearly on his heels before diving towards the door.
With a loud crash the boulder was stopped by the door frame as the rider rolled to his feet to look and see he was mostly in the clear.
Picking himself up the rider dusted himself off and picked up his dropped weapon before looking around to notice he was in some sort of outdoor corridor with either a small barrier or pathway leading towards a door into the buildings next to the two.
Slowly walking down the corridor the rider kept looking either behind or to the side of him in case of any sudden ambush. As he was halfway down the corridor the rider suddenly heard a sound that made his blood run cold, a loud click was heard coming from the building in front of him.
“Shit!” the rider shouted as ducked into one of the small entrances as heavy machine gun fired upon the corridor and pinned him down.
Taking a few deep breaths from the close call, the rider quickly pulled out a small mirror and used it to peak around the corner and spotted the MG nest only the flinch as a round shattered the object.
“Well…that’s seven years of bad luck on your ass buddy,” the rider said as he dropped the mirror’s remains before switching his shotgun for a M1 Garand.
Pulling the action back, he grinned as he heard the familiar click of it closing as he waited for his opening. Suddenly just as quick as the machine began to fire it suddenly stopped as a loud click was heard signaling it was needing to be reloading.
Giving a quick sign of the cross, the rider quickly popped out of his hiding spot and fired a couple of rounds at the mg user instantly taking him out.
Not even bothering to check and see if he was down for good, the rider just ran and shoulder tackled the door below the nest and made it into the building.
Meanwhile the MG user grunted as he held up a radio to his face.
“Target…target has infiltrated sector D,” he grunted.
“Understood, don’t worry the shadow squad is already on high alert of his presence,” the other end replied as the gunner nodded.
“Roger,” he replied before passing out.
Inside the building the rider walked down small corridor and approached a duel set of wooden doors.
“Well…this is a little out of place,” he said as he placed one hand on the handle while holding his rifle close with the other. “And behind door number one,”
Opening door, the rider was surprised to see himself walk into what would be described as an indoor forest, he looked around in shock at the small ecosystem the compound had constructed.
“Different…” was all he could say as he saw another set of doors at the far end of the room. “Please, don’t let this be like a Vietnam moment,”
Making his way through the thick woods, the rider didn’t even notice the bark on one of the trees seem to shift a little as he passed it. Stopping near a large tree root to sit and rest for a few minutes a loud thud caught his attention, turning towards the noise he spotted a kunai lodged in the tree right next to his head.
“Damn!” the rider shouted as he dove for cover just as three more knives embedded themselves in the tree roots right where he was crouched.
Slowly peaking up, the intruder tried to spot his assailant, knowing that things were about to get rough he quickly slipped a bayonet onto the rifle just in time to spot something move in front of him.
Sucking in a breath though his teeth, the rider lashed out with his rifle just in time to stop a dragon in ninja garb from slicing him open with a ninja sword.
“Ninjas!” was all the rider could say just before he was kicked to the side before kitsune kinochi.
Rolling to his feet he pulled up his rifle only to see his two attackers were gone.
“Damn,” the rider whispered to himself as he kept his eyes open for any kind of movement.
Suddenly a twig snapped behind the helmet wearing young man. Spinning around he blocked another ninja this one a human only to see him grinning at him.
Feeling something wrong, the rider surprisingly saw something reflect in both of their blades. Right behind the rider stood a large byakko ninja with his mask down, opening his jaws as wide as he could he lunged down on the rider.
Knowing what was about to happen, the rider quickly jerked his rifle to the side causing the shinobi in front of him to stumble towards him. Wrapping the surprised human in a bear hug, the rider quickly spun around and switched places with the human who could only scream as he was snapped up instead of the rider.
The byakko barely had time to grunt and try and spit his comrade out only for the rider kick his feet out from underneath him causing the feline to fall onto his back and accidently swallow the shinobi in his jaws before he reappeared in the tiger’s white and black striped belly that busted out of his uniform.
“Sorry can’t stay and play, on a schedule,” the rider shouted as he hurtled over the byakko’s gut causing him to grunt in discomfort before the human was running
through the door.
Just in time to miss a hail storm of kunai and shurikens embedding into the doors as the closed.
Once the last blade was embedded in the doors all was mostly silent except for the byakko’s groans.
“Dammit! How the hell did we miss!?” a shout came from one of the many ninjas in the room.
Panting from nearly being turned into a pin cushion, the young man took one deep breath and walked over and slowly peaked out the door’s windows and saw the next building between him and his destination. Kicking the door open he waited a few seconds before making a dash to the next building and slid to cover in its entrance.
Pressing his back to the doors, the rider looked around before moving inside.
Once he was inside he was surprised to see a large pool that would rival any Olympic size one.
“Damn…if I wasn’t running for my life, this place wouldn’t be too bad for a pool party,” the rider said as he started to walk along the edge of the pool towards the doors at the end.
As the intruder made his way, he never noticed a shadow move along the edge next to him. Right as he was nearing the edge of the pool, a hand shot out and grabbed him by the ankle and tripped him.
“Dammit not again!” the rider shouted as he felt his pack and rifle slip off of him before he was dragged into the water.
As he was pulled under, the rider was thankful he was wearing his goggles since they allowed him to see he was surrounded by a few aquatic anthros like sharks, whales, and even a few others like a barracuda along with a few scuba diver, like the said one that had a hold of him and was already drawing a knife.
Knowing he was already at a disadvantage, the rider quickly grabbed the knife arm and stopped it from trying to slash him, grunting in both pain from hitting the tile along with his lungs begging for oxygen. The rider grabbed the diver’s mask hose and looped it around the knife blade and sliced it open causing the diver to panic while the other aquatics surrounding him started to move towards them.
Seeing a large tiger shark getting close to them, the intruder grabbed the back of the struggling diver’s tank and pulled it towards him. Knowing that this would either make or break his chance of escape, he tried as hard as he could to bring his elbow down on the regulator valve connected between the two tanks. With two good hits a large stream of bubbles erupted from the opening as before the diver was launched into the stripped shark’s jaws, throwing the aquatic back, the terror of the deep now sported a large belly along with belching up a plethora of bubbles from the still
ruptured tank.
Now free, the rider quickly swam towards the surface and the edge. Breaking to the surface the man with a mission quickly grabbed onto the edge and tried to pull himself out of the pool only to be grabbed once more and pulled in.
The rider thrashed around bellow the water’s surface before suddenly the whole pool went calm and quiet. Suddenly a loud explosion was heard underneath the water before a large geyser erupted from the same spot the rider was dragged under.
Once more the rider broke to the surface panting while also missing one of the grenades on his vest, which turned out to be a powerful flash bang which combined with the water’s echo effect was enough to knock out and stun most of his attackers who were no floating on the surface out cold.
“And…there goes another decibel in my ears,” the intruder panted out as he tried to get the ringing in his ears to stop.
Pulling himself onto the edge, the rider rolled onto his back and panted from both the fight and from being nearly drowned. Holding his watch up to his face he saw he was running out of time.
“Need to…push on,” he breathed out as he rolled onto his chest and pushed himself up to his feet.
Picking up his rifle and backpack, he slowly walked out the doors and into the sunlight.
Shielding his eyes to the bright light, the rider’s eyes adjusted to the light to finally see he had stepped into what would be described as some sort of zen garden or something with cherry blossom trees, a small creek flowing through it, a rock garden, and even a small bamboo forest. But that all didn’t matter to the rider as what stood in front of him was what looked like a small army of what looked like shinigami like sword users, stood between him and his final destination.
“Damn….” Was the rider breathed out as he watched them parted to reveal the same human leader from before that had first tried to stop him from getting into the compound, who was wearing a white hiaori to distinguish him from the rest.
“I’m surprised you made it this far but now, your journey ends here,” he said with authority in his voice.
“….I still got half an hour left buddy. And I ain’t dead yet,” the rider said with a couple of deep breaths as he pulled himself together.
“Just give up now, you’re on your last leg,” the man said as he gripped his sword hilt.
“Not gonna happen, I’ve come this far and I aim to finish this,” the rider said as he ejected the clip in his rifle for a fresh one.
“If that is your decision, then so be it,” the man said as he pulled his blade out and held it up.
Time seemed to slow down as the rider and the sword user army, as a breeze kicked up and the cherry blossoms started to fall. The leader of the army brought his sword down silently ordering the army to charge. Letting out a battle cry the group charged at the lone rider who had faced most of the things the place had thrown at him.
Taking a breath, the rider tilted his helmet down a little before letting out his own cry before charging towards the group like many who had carried the rifle he held in his hands during the wars that had passed.
Right as it looked like the army helmet wearing young man was about slam into a wall of swords he suddenly slid to a stop just a few feet away from them and grinned under his mask. At first most of the sword users thought the intruder had figured out it was foolish to try and take them all on but were shocked to see the young man lob a familiar item into their group.
“Catch,” the intruder shouted just before a loud explosion erupted throwing all those close to it like rag dolls.
Those not caught in the blast were knocked back by the concussion from the explosive’s shockwave disorienting them.
A large bull anthro who was in front of the group was the first to regain his senses was first rewarded with a rifle but to the face that threw him to the ground.
Charging right through the group, the intruder didn’t even bother with the grunts knowing full well that they were just there to distract him from his main mission.
Stomping on a deer anthro’s head who was barely getting back onto his feet. The intruder threw himself into a group of felines who provided him a soft landing before he rolled back to his feet and charged though the heart of the group.
It was about here, when the rider’s luck had ran out and most of the group was finally back on their feet and senses back to normal. Seeing this the rider quickly pulled out his shotgun and began to unload round after round to two or three enemies with each shot. Like a plow blade he made his way through the crowd, even as he used his last shotgun round, that never stopped him from flipping the weapon around and using it as a club which some were lucky just to get either a body or face check those not so lucky got the occasional nut cracker.
Slipping the lever action back into its spot, he quickly switched over to his battle rifle and either slashed at those who were close with the bayonet or taste the .30-06 round. All the whole time the rider didn’t get out without the occasional slash to his side, arms, legs, even his head but both his determination and old steel helmet helped him push through along with knocking the jerk who tried to take his head off, teeth out.
As a large lion fell to the heavy wooden rifle butt slamming against his head, the rider finally broke through the group only to have one last obstacle standing between him and victory.
The group leader, who stood still fresh from not even doing anything while everyone else fought against the intruder, panting from both; the sword wounds and fatigue, the rider glared at the leader who just glared back.
Checking his rifle, the young man groaned as he saw he was out of ammo.
“You have lost, now you have no chance at succeeding in you mission too…” the leader began only to be cut off by a loud bang before he was thrown back from a round by the rider’s revolver that he had kept by his side the whole time.
“We’re done,” was all the rider said as he slowly limped past the downed man.
Stumbling a little into the building, the rider looked up and smiled a little as he finally made it to his destination. Limping towards the desk in front of him, he stopped and slowly reached into his vest and pulled out…a sheet of paper.
Laying the paper down on the desk, a lady at the counter looked it over and smiled to him.
“Well Mr. Coyote, I am happy to say you have full filled all your requirements for your foreign studies here at Heaven’s Blade University,” the lady said as she signed off on a few things before stamping it.
Pulling off his helmet and goggles, Coyote sighed and smiled at the fact he was done with his foreign exchange credits that he decided to take.
“Thank you ma’am, I will say it was…interesting learning at such a unique place like this,” Coyote replied as he took the form from her and slipped it back in his vest.
Limping out the doors to the admission’s office, Coyote looked to see most of the army who were actually the students of the university picking themselves up after being on the receiving end of riot round rubber bullets.
“Hey cowboy, you didn’t have to get so caught up in the moment, you know,” a cat anthro shouted as he massaged his jaw from the one of Coyote’s melee attacks.
“Yeah…sorry about that but when you told me about this crazy tradition y’all do to any who either graduate or are completed their foreign studies here, well…you should of know I would of taken my pred hunting practices into effect,” the hunter pointed out as some nodded understanding that.
“Ahem,” a voice cleared next to Coyote.
Turning towards the owner, the young man just looked over at the group’s leader who in fact was the student body’s president. Mostly glared at the American but held his hand out to him.
“Congratulations, Mr. Coyote, on both your studies and being the first foreigner to survive the Heaven’s Reign,” he said mostly in the same tone he used the whole time he was against the hunter.
“Thanks bud, but…next time maybe shows some guts and get into the mix of things instead of sitting back and letting others do your work. Trust me it helps you in the long run,” Coyote said with a grin as he shook the president’s hand before walking off to retrieve his bike.
“…What did he mean by…” before the young man could finish he suddenly felt something soft push against his back.
Looking up the student president’s eyes widen as he saw a large brown a cream furred wolf anthro grinned down at him.
“Time for a little punishment, for not doing your job, Mr. President,” the wolf said as he licked his muzzle a little.
A few minutes later Coyote was riding his back down one of the many roads in the campus grounds waving to some of the students he made friends with over the last few months. As he rounded the last corner that would lead him out of the campus grounds he spotted a familiar group of anthros, the tiger shark, the byakko, and the wolf who still sported large bellies from the crazy tradition.
Pulling up next to them he laughed as they came over and patted him on the back, shook his hand or congratulated him on making it through the school trial. The reason behind this was the fact they were the hunter’s roommates when he first came over so if anything there was a little side job within his run that he was pulling off.
“Alright, so if I remember right you all get to keep who you ate in your guts for the entire week if they got eaten during the Reign?” Coyote asked remembering when they first told him about the little extra bit before his run.
“Yep, all through till next Friday,” the byakko said as he belched up the ninja’s mask that who was still sitting in his white dome of a belly.
“As long as we don’t digest them it’s all good,” the shark said as he picked his teeth a little and laughed.
“Okay, just wanted to make sure. Y’all take care of yourselves while I’m gone and if you can try and see if y’all can come over to Crossroads Tech, okay?” Coyote said as he was patted on the back once more by the wolf, who had one hand on his belly which jiggled while he laughed.
“Don’t worry, Coyote like we’re going to let you go that easy,” he said as he patted his gut some.
“Alright then, see y’all state side,” Coyote said as he revved his bike some.
Giving one last hand shake to each one of the trio, Coyote waved to them as he pulled his bike out of the campus entrance and proceed to head towards the airport and back home to Crossroads.
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