Yosho's Tales...

Author: Daferge

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Disclamer: Tenchi Muyo! is a copyright of AIC/Pioneer Ltd.

All respective characters are property of their original owners. All origional charactors and ideas are the property of the author...

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Yosho's Tales...

Chapter 01... The Beginning...

( August 22nd 1281... )

High above the small planet two completely different star-ships were locked in deadly combat...

While one was of a crystalline style, the other was more natural design, being created from living wood...

The crystalline one was know to be a hunter, but was now the hunted...

And the hunter would chase it to the ends of the universe...

As it was, it had been a long chase and the warships found themselves on the very edge of known space it's self...

A small star, a few planets, with only one showing signs of life on it...

This was a protected planet, a world that had was still young and primitive...

Contact by being from other worlds was forbidden by galactic Law, punishable by DEATH...

The crystalline ship was trying to land and allow it's pilot to escape, hiding among the native population...

The hunter would not allow it...

And so, as they approached the bright side of the planet's surface, the sun at their back, the two ships collided and fell to the world below, crashing...

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But even as the dust of the crashed ships settled, the battle continued...

The two pilots had survived and continued to fight, with powers that only the "GODS" would have...

The crash had created a huge crater and energy each fighter threw dug huge gashes in the surrounding hills, creating scars that could be see from high above...

Combined with the dust and moisture in the earth, clouds began to form, getting bigger and darker as more power was used...

Soon, massive storm clouds formed around the combatants, hiding them from any local natives...

Getting larger and larger, the storm soon covered a large area of the island, upon which the two were fighting...

The winds, rain and lightning effected more than just those on the land, it effected those upon small, fragile forms of transportation that moved upon the water...

Just off the western coast, a large number of these vessels would soon feel the effects of this storm and only a very few would survive...

The battle was to the death and both fighters knew it...

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( Decades later... )

A figure stood, looking out over the valley and the lake below, among the forest of trees...

With long white hair, he wore the robes of a Shinto priest...

The cup in his hand had come from a village to the west, the tea within, from a village to the East...

Together, they relaxed the priest and allowed him to reflect...

Only recently had it been safe to travel beyond the surrounding hills...

For only recently had the scars of battle been removed from the surrounding terrain...

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One had to look hard and know where to look, to see any thing out of place...

Katsuhito Masaki, once called Yosho Masaki Jurai, smiled, for any space craft that happen to pass by would have to do a really detailed scan to detect that the Valley and it's Passes were any thing but natural...

After his fight with the violent Space Pirate Ryoko, Yosho realized that with his tree-ship destroyed, not only did he have no way off this planet, but that his life would be shorter...

But then a strange thing happened...

On a small island, on the edge of the new lake, he discovered the Juraian tree Funaho, to which he was bonded, alive and well...

Not only that, but it wasn't taking root and loosing it's Juraian power, as it should have...

So Yosho began to think of his future...

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Looking for a reason, he discovered that Funaho was getting power from the gems that he had managed to take from Ryoko, during their battle...

When he had managed to get close enough to Ryoko to grab hold of her, he'd used his master key, Tenchi-ken to steal her power gems and seal them away...

Now they were preserving the tree and him...

At the same time, a major change came over the wild raging beast that he'd been fighting just moments before...

It had turned into a small, frightened female, sobbing at his feet...

And the crown prince of a world ravaged this creature, his blazing sword ready to take his revenge, suddenly found that he could not...

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Instead of destroying her, like he'd sworn to do, he found himself holding her and comforting her...

When Tsunami, the goddess, appeared and nodded, he knew he had to do some thing...

And with Funaho's help, he did...

He created a cave, using the ships cryo-sleep chamber and placed the sleeping Ryoko within it...

There, she would sleep and rejuvenate, recovering from all her centuries under Kagato's vicious control...

He saw a happy, smiling Ryoko one day living free...

But for now, she would sleep, perchance to dream and he would protect her until that day...

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Over the next several decades, he used Funaho's power and the power of the gems, to hide the battle scars by growing a thick forest around the cave...

He also built the shrine and the steps leading up to it, as protection from the "Demon" sealed within the sacred cave...

As a Shinto priest he hoped that rumors of a powerful Demon would keep Ryoko safe, but it also tended to attract fools who thought there might be treasure...

These, the Juraian swordsman Yosho quickly dispatched, until the curse of the demon grew enough to protect the shrine...

And when the time did come, he traveled, as an elderly priest, to the North end and to the South end of the new Pass through the mountains, letting the nearby villages know of the new path that would take weeks off of traveling around the hills...

Travelers, praying for good fortune, made offerings at the small shrine, over looking the new trail...

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Katsuhito smiled as he watch the sun set in the West, far beyond the local hills...

Funaho had taken time to create a map of this young world and shared it with him...

Perhaps he would travel and explore his new home, once he was sure that the cave and shrine were both safe...

He was slowly aging, as the local did and it would soon be time for a new priest, a younger priest to take over the duties of watched over the sleeping demon...

He smiled, it would be nice to be able to wear his real face again...

The old priest would leave the key to the shrine with the old woman who lived in the village just to the south...

As a young girl he'd saved her family from bandits and she would visit the shrine every so often, leaving some small offering and bringing him news of the outside world...

The NEW priest would retrieve the keys in a few weeks...

Enough time for a trip one of the larger towns he'd heard so much about...

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He smiled, since the crash, he visited Funaho and seen that she was doing nicely...

It seem that the locals had even taken to hanging prays in her lower branches...

She even offered to contact a fellow tree-ship and have them both rescued, but he'd declined, so she pretended to take root...

He knew he couldn't go home, for his return home would cause civil war, due to his non-Juraian blood and his position as next in line for the throne...

He hated to shift the weight to little Ayeka's shoulders, but he knew she had a better chance of ruling peacefully than he did...

Besides, hadn't Tsunami appeared a number of times over the past few decades?...

Smiling at him and nodding her head?...

Something told him that he was doing the right thing...

Smiling, he put the empty cup in his robe pocket and headed to the shrine...

There were still a few things he needed to do before he left...

Some thing told him that the future held a brighter future...

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To be continued...

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