Dark Confessions
#13 of Tail Underground
Within the Bamboo forests of the Chang Province of Han-Ma, Vergil slowly strolled silently through. This would be where his master who had taught him his sword style would live, being trained from the time he was eighteen to now. It had been thirty years he spent training and he hadn't seen him in a few months, thinking there was more he could be trained in. As he came up to a grove, in which his master's house stood, he would find his master, a green oriental draconian kneeling down before a great cherry tree, the only tree that was in the forest of bamboo. Vergil looked down to notice a tanto lay before his master, and almost immediately knew what it was for. The old draconian wore the finest red silk kimono on this day.
"Master..." started the young fox as he slowly walked up to him.
The Draconian looked up with tired old eyes and smiled gently to the young swordsman, "Master Vergil, you've returned... I'm glad I could talk to you in my final hour..."
Vergil slowly knelt beside his master and shook his head, "You shouldn't do it, I still have much to learn from you... I'm not a master yet." Vergil said sternly.
The dragon chuckled and shook his head, "Silly boy, I've taught you everything you need to know, you are a fine swordsman, and the only person who has surpassed me in the art of Batt..jutsu and Iaijutsu." he replied.
Vergil shook his head, "No, it's not your time master, don't do it..." he said softly.
"Vergil," his master would begin, "I have to tell you something... something I've lived with for a long time... You're real name is Han, Not Brande, Not Fiehrick, you're surname is Han."
Vergil looked to his master in utter disbelief, "What do you mean?" he asked.
The old dragon looked to his pupil and nodded "Your name is Han Xing, named for the first of the emperor's lineage of Han-Ma, and your brother was Han Ming... you both were born here in Han-Ma, and your father was a member of the Nine, the council in which the Emperor decides what is made to law or not. Tang, that snake in the grass ordered me to kill his family... that was, including you..." he said hanging his head low.
Vergil shook his head softly and looked to him, "No... why?"
The Dragon shook his fist and screamed aloud, "SO THAT SNAKE COULD FINALLY TAKE YOUR FATHER'S PLACE!!! DAMN HIM AND EVERYTHING HE'S DONE!!!!"
With that, he began to cough wildly and Vergil slowly places his hand upon the dragons back, comforting him softly.
The dragon looked up to him and smiled, "luckily, he caught wind of my attack and sent you off to Arca to an orphanage, though I know not how you ended up with Jules... but after you disappeared... I was relieved I wouldn't have to kill the two of you, both you and your brother. I trained you as a means of penance, for when I saw your face staring at me, I felt your father's hatred upon his face staring back at me... and it frightened me..."
Vergil closed his eyes, now finally knowing the truth of his heritage. "So... we are members of royalty... Thank you for telling me this Matsumushi... you were the only person I ever considered a father..."
The Dragon smiled and looked towards the house, "I have a present for you, I haven't used it, for it is too pure for my hands to use... but you, a warrior who fights for the right of the people, you deserve it more then I... You must return to Arca... for I have foreseen Tang's Return... you must send him back to the depths of hell in which he came..."
Vergil stood up and nodded softly, causing the dragon to look up to him and smile, "Look at you, your stance, your style, everything about you screams one thing Vergil, and I know you hate me saying it..."
Vergil looked down and blinked, "What would that be Master?"
The dragon smiled bigger and looked to him with awe, "You Vergil... you are a Hero..."
Vergil nodded his head, he didn't want to admit it, but at this point, he knew it to be true.
With that, the elder dragon picked up the Tanto and said a gentle prayer in his home language of Han-Manese, and dove the dagger straight into his heart, this was the ancient art of Sempuku, an honorable death for a dishonorable scoundrel, the dragon looked up to Vergil one last time before he unsheathed his weapon and in one fell swoop lobbed off his master's head.
Vergil, who had kept his eyes closed through the ordeal, slowly opened them as tears ran down his cheeks, whispering softly, "Good Bye... Father..."
The dragon would then fall over lifeless upon the ground, as Vergil slowly went to fetch the shovel and buried his master underneath the Cherry tree within the grove, using the sword he killed him with as the only grave mark at the head , stuck in the ground so no other mortal would ever be able to pull it out. Vergil then slowly walked inside the house to find a beautifully crafted sword and sheath on the bedroll before him, he fell down to his knees and slowly unsheathed it to inspect it. It was Beautifully crafted from the finest Orichalcum.
Vergil quickly sheathed the weapon and slowly walked outside, standing before his master's gravesite, bowing politely, "Farewell Master, Father... I thank you for your final gift, and I shall use it to slay my enemy, Tang..."
With that, Vergil suddenly popped into a sprint, running as fast as he could, He needed to hurry back to Ryo-Ma and catch the next airship out to Arca...