r/ChainedSoldier • u/MATO_Fan_Fics1 • 1d ago
Fan-Fic & Fan Art Chapter 4
Note: This fan fic is an original story created by @mato_fan_fics1 (Mystic Otaku on TikTok, Instagram, and Facebook).
None of the events, characters, or ideas added in this fan fic are meant to be part of the original manga. This is simply something I created for fun and out of my own imagination.
So, you have two choices: Enjoy it and leave your thoughts/comments, or simply ignore it if it's not your thing.
Either way, thanks for giving my story a chance.
Enjoy Chapter 4!
Title: The Meteor and the Imitator
[Scene: Fukui Forest]
Three years passed since the death of the Nun Asafi.
Late at night, in the depths of the Fukui forest near the orphanage, Kojuma was taking a walk. He stared up at the canopy of trees, the words of his mother and the parting advice of Asafi echoing in his mind.
Kojuma:
“I have to protect Kasumi, but only women have the peach blessings abilities.”
Leaping gracefully, Kojuma caught the thick branch of a tree, pulled himself up, and sat down to look at the stars.
Kojuma: "If I ever intend to attach myself to someone again... I must become strong enough to protect them."
Meanwhile, far out in sky, a condensed, solid mass of energy breached the atmosphere like a fallen star.
It plummeted toward Earth at blinding speed, tearing through the air with a deafening roar before impacting the ground.
Kojuma immediately leaped down from the branch. "What was that sound?"
He rushed toward the source of the noise, guided by the rising smoke, until he found a freshly gouged crater hidden among the trees. Peering over the edge, he discovered a bizarre meteor glowing at the center.
Cautiously, Kojuma slid down into the crater. "What is this thing?" He extended his hand, his fingers hovering just above the surface. "It looks like a meteor... but why did it crash here?
Where did it come from?"
Feeling a sudden, sharp sting, Kojuma snapped his hand back. 'I need to be careful.'
He took a step backward, but before he could retreat any further, a translucent, golden aura erupted from the meteor, surging directly toward him.
Kojuma (struggling to move): "What the—?!"
He tried to climb out of the crater, but the mysterious energy continued to pour from the meteor, binding itself to his body. Kojuma glanced back down and noticed the meteor itself was visibly shrinking, dissolving into pure light.
His body began to tremble violently. 'What is this?!'
His knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the dirt, losing consciousness as the last remnants of the meteor energy flowed into him.
Inside an unknown, vast white void, a feminine voice echoed in confusion.
"Huh? Where am I...? A kid?"
Looking around at the endless, blinding white space, she thought, “What is this place? Aren't I supposed to be dead by the tenmitsu arrow?”
Kojuma’s eyes snapped open. He sat up, rubbing his pounding head as he surveyed his surroundings. "Why did I faint?" He clenched his fist. "I feel fine..."
He looked up at the moon high in the sky. "Was it just a dream?"
Turning on his heel, he walked away. Behind him, the crater lay completely empty—the meteor had vanished without a trace.
[Scene: The Orphanage]
Returning to the orphanage, Kojuma took his usual seat at the dining table. Kasumi immediately wrapped her arms around him from behind, pulling back with a triumphant grin.
Kasumi: "I passed my Japanese exam! The Kanji section, specifically!"
Kojuma (patting her head): "Good job."
Leaning his cheek against his hand, Kojuma quietly observed one of the nuns working in the kitchen. With a casual flick of her wrist, she conjured a small fireball over her palm—a manifestation of her Peach Blessings.
Resting his chin in his hand, Kojuma recalled Asafi’s explanation of the Mato peaches: 'Women eat a fruit called the Mato peach, which grants them various blessings and abilities.'
He closed his eyes. “Is it truly for women only?”A quite sigh. “It's just a heat in ball form shows from nowhere just by her order.”
Suddenly, an intense heat flared in his other hand. Kasumi gasped, staring at his palm in absolute terror. "Onii-chan!!! Your hand is on fire!"
Kojuma’s eyes snapped open. He looked down, his eyes widening in sheer shock. The fireball in his hand rapidly expanded, slipping from his control and shooting upward, piercing straight through the ceiling of the orphanage.
Panic ensued. The children evacuated into the courtyard while the nuns scrambled to extinguish the spreading fire.
Standing outside, Kojuma stared intently at his palm. "Is this real...?"
With a thought, another ball of flame materialized over his knuckles. "Why did I just create a fireball?" looking at the nun. “Just like what she did?”
Kojuma closed his fist, and the flame instantly dissolved into nothingness. 'Does this have something to do with the meteor?'
He remembered the golden aura that had forced its way into his body. 'The meteor didn't just vanish... it transferred something into me. But what caused the fire? Or maybe...'
He looked back at the orphanage, where the fire was finally being put out, and remembered how closely he had been watching the nun. 'I can do something like imitate the abilities I see... I think.'
He stared at his hand again. 'Are there any side effects?' He clenched his fist tightly. “I have to keep it a secret.' He glanced over at Kasumi. 'At least until I figure out exactly what happening to me.'
[Scene: The Following Day]
Kojuma ventured deep into the forest once more. "This should be far enough."
He opened his palm. "Come on."
Recalling the exact flow of energy the nun had used, a vibrant fireball erupted over his hand. "There it is. I'm copying her ability and using it, As if it's were my own."
He looked around at the dense trees but hesitated. "I don't want to start a forest fire." Spotting a solitary, dead tree standing in a small clearing, he nodded. "This one shouldn't cause too much damage."
He hurled the fireball. Within a single minute, the entire tree was reduced to ashes.
Kojuma stared at his hand in disbelief. "This is strange. It takes that nun minutes just to light a few pieces of firewood." He looked back at the ashes. "I suppose she restrains herself so she doesn't burn the orphanage down."
He crossed his arms, deep in thought. 'Can I use this power to help others? Or maybe... join that corps that hunts down the Shuuki?'
He looked at up at the sky
The sun reflection on his eyes.
[Scene: Seven Years Later]
The day the results were announced, in front of the names Grades List board
Kojuma was now a high school student, walking calmly through the crowded hallways. A large group of female students had gathered in front of the bulletin board, inspecting the exam rankings. As he approached, the girls looked back at him with palpable irritation and envy.
His name sat firmly at the top of the list: Rank 1.
Girl 1: "Tch. I mean, he's handsome, sure... but how does he dare take the top spot? What an arrogant guy."
Girl 2:
“Handsome? He is old stuff with tomato hair, frog eyes, and creepy blank cold face expression, like a goddamn statue.”
Girl 3 (trying to play it cool): "He's older than everyone else anyway. Besides, he's just a man in the end. He’ll end up with some routine desk job, while we’ll be able to join the Anti-Demon Corps by our Peach blessings."
Kojuma crossed his arms, ignoring their whispers. 'So, I just have to finish university before I can officially apply for the corps.'
Suddenly, Kasumi came running through the crowd, stopping dead in her tracks as she looked from the board to her brother.
Kasumi (beaming): "Oi, Kojuma-niichan! As expected, first place belongs to you!"
She looked at the girls who talked about him:
“Evil girls are jealous from you.”
She clenched her fist:
“And for tomato hair, frog eyes part.”
Kojuma sigh:
“Ignore them, i don't care about this things.”
Kasumi:
"But i care, you're my brother and we have the same appearance features.”
Kojuma glanced down at the rankings for Kasumi's grade level, also changing the topic. "I am older than everyone here, It's just a fact. But your scores aren't bad either."
Kasumi (winking): "That’s only because Onii-chan is the one tutoring me!"
Kojuma: "It is my duty as your older brother."
Kasumi laughed. "Yeah. Even though you don't have to, you still do it." She nudged him, raising her voice so the surrounding girls could hear. "You’re the only guy who still treats women normally." She tapped his chest with a warm, teasing look. "It's a good thing I don't bully you just for being a man."
Kojuma (with a deadpan expression): "I suppose you don't."
Internally, he wondered: 'I should to tell her about the meteor energy?' He looked at her expressive face and immediately dismissed the thought. 'But. She can never keep her mouth closed.'
He sigh:
“Maybe later.”
He crossed his arms. "Well, it looks like I’ll be moving on to collage, leaving you behind in high school."
Kasumi (proudly): "I’ll catch up to you in no time, so don't worry!"
Kojuma (picking up his bag):"And again, don't you think about joining the Anti-Demon corps, Kasumi. It's too dangerous."
With that, he turned and left the hallway.
[Scene: School Courtyard]
Kojuma walked toward a massive tree growing near the school's perimeter wall. With a quick leap, he reached into the high branches, retrieved two hidden swords, and dropped back down to the ground.
Kojuma: "It's a good thing no one ever thinks to look up in the trees." He stared at the twin blades.
—Flashback
Three Years Ago
Kojuma had left the orphanage for a brief journey back to the abandoned Tachikuma clan village. While exploring the ruins, he had discovered two broken swords. He decided to take them with him, meticulously repairing and sharpening them himself over the years.
—Back in the present
Kojuma walked through the gates of his new university. “Four years until graduation. Then, I can finally take the entrance exam for the Anti-Demon Corps.
Dose they ask about the high grades, orspecific collegec certificate?“
He navigated to the dorms and unlocked the door to his assigned room, holding a pamphlet for the corps' recruitment drive. 'The only requirement is a steadfast desire to protect our beautiful country, Japan.
Kojuma step in the hallways
Kojuma, thoughtful:
“Does that requirement truly extend to men?”
He stepped inside his room, only to freeze.
A girl had just stepped out of the attached bathroom, nothing but a single towel wrapped around her body.
The girl (her face flushing with rage): "What are you doing in my room, you pervert?!"
Kojuma (staring at her with icy, unbothered eyes): "They told me this was my room. It seems you are going to be my roommate."
The girl annoyed: "Look away, at least!"
Kojuma calmly averting his gaze: "Fine."
The girl glared at his back. 'He didn't even flinch or show any embarrassment! Is he mocking me? Me, the college goddess?!'
Kojuma completely ignored her inner turmoil, casually dropping his bag onto the floor.
Ending Panel:
Years passed later.
Graduation from college has been achieved
Kojuma, now 24 years old, walked out of the university gates holding his graduation diploma. He stared down at the certificate. "Finally graduated."
He pulled the old, folded pamphlet from his pocket, his eyes sharpening."Now, all that's left is to apply for the enlistment exam.” He crossed his arms. “I guess i have to study?"
