Well, this fic I wanted to make 'coz well, Musashi is based on me, and I'm not much of a star. So I'm gonna have this one based on people very close to my heart, it will start with our darkest character, Neon, going on a journey to find his best friend Ichiya Komono, who will be the vaguely described star of our Prologue, which will begin now!

Lightning struck as thunder echoed throughout the plains, followed up by pouring rain and hail.A large fortress stood tall on one side of the plains, while a large army stood at the other. Orcs, goblins and all manner of demonic beast formed up the ranks of this army. while at the other end, on the fortress walls, behind the gates, everywhere, men clad in brilliant silver armour stood, some shaking, all of them wearing looks of fear and grim.

Atop the wall above the drawbridge stood a man, standing on the very edge of the wall he stared out into the storm's eye. On his back was a katana, the right of his waist a wakizashi, and onthe backof his waista ninja-to. He wore crimson red armour, that of a samurai, minus the helmet. He stood outfrom many other troops, who all wore silver medieval armour. His blonde hair blew in the wind, as did the slack of the rag he wore around his waist.

Various mutterings weregoing on behind him "Thats Komono"

"They say he's samurai" The man ignored these and continued to watch the sky. Behind him a man wearing similar armour to him, but black was pushing the crowds aside "out of my way" He said calmly, eventually reaching the man "So, they made a move yet?" He asked plainly, the man atop the wall replied "Nope, just standing there".

"Well, lets hope they move soon, these winds are getting strong".

"The winds aren't my problem, in fact they're my strength".

"Thats great for you, but unfortunately there aren't many shadows around here".

"Oh don't wory once we light the beacons over the battlefeild there'll be plenty".

"True.. But we won't be doing much until they make a move". The man in the black armour had a long katana on his back, and a scar over his left eye, his long black hair blew in the high winds. Soon a loud roar was heard from down below them, as the enemy had started charging forward.

"Well Pal, you gotchur wish!" Said the man atop the wall, drawing his Wakizashi and Katana, winds raged around him.

The two sides met in battle, who'd win? No one knows, the only thing even the great sages of Eather know, is that th fate of this world lies in the hands of a young man, by the name of Neon.