Birth of The Demonic Sword

Kenji woke up. Everything around him was black. White smoke and mist surrounded him. That's when he realized that he was wearing nothing but shorts. He couldn't speak. His mouth was covered by the mist that was surrounding him. A pale white figure marched toward him. The mist enclosing him disappeared. The man had long, red hair, and he had red eyes as well. He was wearing a black kimono and a white belt was wrapped around his waist, and he was wearing an orange undershirt and sandals."Kenji, right? Listen, boy...I am your ancestor." Kenji smiled, or at least, he tried to. He looked around once more. "Call me Kashikoi, kid. I am here to teach you and guide you through our journey. You see, this world runs on the power of magic. The funny thing is, one of my partners invented this method. I knew him very well, but he died young and was only able to teach me a few of the things he knew. Now, I will say that he was a very powerful man. He went on to have a long line of kids that fulfilled his ultimate dream. Truth is, you may already know them very well." Kenji looked up at him quickly. He knew exactly who he was talking about. "That's right. The Kurazakis. I knew Kulas Kurazaki very well. What I'm trying to tell you right now, Kenji is the history of magic and how to properly use it. Each of the Kurazakis had their friends that they could relate to very much as well, and it seems your friend was the infamous Kushibo Kurazaki. If his ancestor was still alive, he would be proud to see what his bloodline has become. Kenji, what I'm meaning to tell you is that the power of magic comes from the soul. Many put their work together to create magic, but Kulas was the one who made the most used type. Transmission of Soul Energy. How it works is that you use the might and courage from your soul and transmit it into energy that you can use to fight! If you don't have the right mindset, you are going to lose!" Kenji started to understand. "Look, kid, if you want to avenge the Kurazaki bloodline, you're going to slaughter them all, every one one of those demons. You're going to win this battle." Kashikoi pointed to a spot in the distance. Suddenly, bright blue flames started to enclose the area around that spot. "Walk through the fire, kid." Kenji nodded and started to walk toward them. After he had gotten into the area with no fire inside, he crouched. He was confused. It was like he instictively knew what he had to do. Suddenly, a sword with a blade made of fire rose out of the ground. He stretched his arm out and grabbed the sword by the hilt. It was heavy. After picking it up, he walked back to the area Kashikoi was at. "That is the sword Kulas used to defeat the strongest in all of the land. Truth is, nobody knew his name. Kulas suffered a fatal injury in that fight that wouldn't allow him to talk to us. Kenji, take this sword with you in your journey. It has the blood of Kulas' enemies infused within it, and it takes a great deal of courage to wield. It only turns on when it realizes it's owner's willpower. Alright, kid, I'll tell you more about my life now." Kenji sat down with him. "You see, I used to be a good fighter when it came to battle, and Kulas was admirably smart and was a great tactician. He was able to defeat any demon, slaughter any dragon, and demolish any basilisk." Kenji's eyes lit up with excitement. "Kulas was able to teach me well before he died, but it is up to you to finish his lessons. First, I will teach you how to concentrate pure life energy." The mist covering Kenji's mouth cleared up. He opened his mouth and closed it repeatedly. "Kashikoi, please, is there a way to revive Kushibo? I can't finish this battle without him!" Kashikoi was able to smile, but Kenji hadn't been able to pull one since the incident. Kashikoi finally spoke. "Listen, kid, when Kulas died, I was most definitely discouraged, but I didn't let it get me down. I knew that Kulas was still by my side all those years before my death. If your friend was still alive, he'd most certainly want you to keep fighting." Kashikoi's arm was beginning to fade. "Alright, kid, someone else is coming to talk to you. I want you to listen to him very well, okay?" Kashikoi's head and legs started to fade until he was gone. Kenji sat in the darkness. He still had the sword in his hand. He was alone. Kenji stood up. Suddenly, a tall, red figure began to walk toward him. Kenji held his sword up to the figure. It was Kulas this time. Kenji could tell. What Kenji was looking at was a tall, dark skinned man. He was wearing a red kimono and an orange undershirt, and he also had sandals on. He grabbed Kenji by the arm and lifted him into the air. Kenji was sweating. The an had an unusually strong grip. He tightened his grip even more. Finally, he started to speak. "I....am Kulas Kurazaki."