Post by altairlhanzo on Dec 15, 2016 11:59:51 GMT
The story begins 15 years ago from the current story as it has been written........where you shall learn the tales of a boy, a boy who begun a life as the Last Descendant of his family name. And that story begins......now.
First Day
It he sounds of an utterly high pitch chirp pierced through the open area of this home. This island, this town, Loguetown. It was the home of the famous assassins in all of East Blue. Being as it may they were known to be notorious and discreet, some feared them, being as they hide in shadows. One young lad whom been dancing around with a wooden weapon that was suppose to have similar features as a real sword. Twirling this fine shape tool all around the yard under this beautiful sunny afternoon. He displayed many thrusts and movements with it as if he was quite the swordsman. Even for a boy, his facial expression show how serious he pretends to be when wielding such a tool as if it were a real weapon.
"Ah. My dear boy you will make a fine swordsman yet." a voice said softly clapping their hands as they entered into the yard.
The boy dropped his sword stance while dropping all his imagination to greet the father. The boy himself, well he was about 4 feet tall with dark brown hair. Though it was kept trimmed to keep the hair from blocking his eyes. He worn a simple clothing, that of a gentlemen like figure whom wish to follow in like his father when not donning the other "hooded mask". Not to be so rude but for those reading, this young boy was named Altair L. Hanzo, son of Pierre D. Hanzo and Maria Hanzo both with a secret no one knows about outside of their circle. Altair had soft pale skin tone with a small physique like any other child his age would be. At this moment Altair would been hugging onto his father wrapping the short arms around the waist "Father, Father I been practicing like you told me." Altair said excitedly wearing this huge grin. Pierre slightly breaks away from his son to stare at him with such love in those eyes of his. "Yes I see. Its only been 2 weeks and you already growing into a man." Pierre replies. Rubbing his hand into his son hair where it made his hair that he took time to fix this morning all messy. Altair pouted but his Father laugh at him loudly crouching down. "Hey how about you put that sword away and we should go into town to do a little shopping?" he ask Altair and of course he smiled with joy while putting the wooden sword away and coming back in a hurry to meet with the father. Even though Altair was only 5 years of age, he is very energetic for a kid his age also bright but had that loving nature from his mother.
Soon Altair meet with his father which he held his hand as they left out the door as they walked out into the streets of Loguetown. The sun was bright as ever, along with the civilians that were seemingly walking around. Altair looked in all directions at this lively street of people as if it was for the first time, but he was always being watched and cared for by their caretaker. The caretaker, Liza had always looked after Altair when his father his away for long periods of time. She cared for Altair like he was her own seeing as his mother had passed at the day of his birth. But having the nature like his parents he always seem to get in trouble and caught sneaking out the house. Altair was told to never leave when his father is out and is kept studying in the library or practicing basic combat and swordsmanship "Hey Altair...how about we pick up some bread for dinner I am sure they have some in stock today." he said with a smile. Altair nodded his head happily. They passed many different kinds of buildings and houses until they reached the marketplace 20 minutes later. Pierre held the basket full of food and essentials for dinner tonight while Pierre had...disappeared? Pierre looked around frantically in panicking "Altair!...Altair!" he shouted though he looked underneath the table only to see the 5 year old rugrat eating a apple hiding. "Now where did you get that from?" he asked and happens to look up and notice that a old woman was a bit angry. Pierre realized that Altair had stolen the apple but he wasn't upset he happily paid the woman for the stolen apple. After an hour had been spent within the marketplace they were going to leave but a man whom walked up to Father and whispered into his ear and soon left. Of course Altair had no clue what was said but his father seem a bit worried? "Lets get you home son." he said while picking up Altair and carrying the groceries.
10 minutes they reached home which was a bit shorter time than before. Mostly, because they took their time but it appears Pierre had been in a hurry at this point. They got into their homes only to see Berta cleaning the living room. "Hey Berta I am going back out for a little while. Can you make sure Altair get ready for bed after dinner?" he asked her while she nodded within concern "Y-yes Sir Monsieur D.Hanzo." she knew something was up in the tone of Pierre's voice "C'mon Altair lets get you ready for dinner now." she said guiding him upstairs.
(To be continued)
First Day
It he sounds of an utterly high pitch chirp pierced through the open area of this home. This island, this town, Loguetown. It was the home of the famous assassins in all of East Blue. Being as it may they were known to be notorious and discreet, some feared them, being as they hide in shadows. One young lad whom been dancing around with a wooden weapon that was suppose to have similar features as a real sword. Twirling this fine shape tool all around the yard under this beautiful sunny afternoon. He displayed many thrusts and movements with it as if he was quite the swordsman. Even for a boy, his facial expression show how serious he pretends to be when wielding such a tool as if it were a real weapon.
"Ah. My dear boy you will make a fine swordsman yet." a voice said softly clapping their hands as they entered into the yard.
The boy dropped his sword stance while dropping all his imagination to greet the father. The boy himself, well he was about 4 feet tall with dark brown hair. Though it was kept trimmed to keep the hair from blocking his eyes. He worn a simple clothing, that of a gentlemen like figure whom wish to follow in like his father when not donning the other "hooded mask". Not to be so rude but for those reading, this young boy was named Altair L. Hanzo, son of Pierre D. Hanzo and Maria Hanzo both with a secret no one knows about outside of their circle. Altair had soft pale skin tone with a small physique like any other child his age would be. At this moment Altair would been hugging onto his father wrapping the short arms around the waist "Father, Father I been practicing like you told me." Altair said excitedly wearing this huge grin. Pierre slightly breaks away from his son to stare at him with such love in those eyes of his. "Yes I see. Its only been 2 weeks and you already growing into a man." Pierre replies. Rubbing his hand into his son hair where it made his hair that he took time to fix this morning all messy. Altair pouted but his Father laugh at him loudly crouching down. "Hey how about you put that sword away and we should go into town to do a little shopping?" he ask Altair and of course he smiled with joy while putting the wooden sword away and coming back in a hurry to meet with the father. Even though Altair was only 5 years of age, he is very energetic for a kid his age also bright but had that loving nature from his mother.
Soon Altair meet with his father which he held his hand as they left out the door as they walked out into the streets of Loguetown. The sun was bright as ever, along with the civilians that were seemingly walking around. Altair looked in all directions at this lively street of people as if it was for the first time, but he was always being watched and cared for by their caretaker. The caretaker, Liza had always looked after Altair when his father his away for long periods of time. She cared for Altair like he was her own seeing as his mother had passed at the day of his birth. But having the nature like his parents he always seem to get in trouble and caught sneaking out the house. Altair was told to never leave when his father is out and is kept studying in the library or practicing basic combat and swordsmanship "Hey Altair...how about we pick up some bread for dinner I am sure they have some in stock today." he said with a smile. Altair nodded his head happily. They passed many different kinds of buildings and houses until they reached the marketplace 20 minutes later. Pierre held the basket full of food and essentials for dinner tonight while Pierre had...disappeared? Pierre looked around frantically in panicking "Altair!...Altair!" he shouted though he looked underneath the table only to see the 5 year old rugrat eating a apple hiding. "Now where did you get that from?" he asked and happens to look up and notice that a old woman was a bit angry. Pierre realized that Altair had stolen the apple but he wasn't upset he happily paid the woman for the stolen apple. After an hour had been spent within the marketplace they were going to leave but a man whom walked up to Father and whispered into his ear and soon left. Of course Altair had no clue what was said but his father seem a bit worried? "Lets get you home son." he said while picking up Altair and carrying the groceries.
10 minutes they reached home which was a bit shorter time than before. Mostly, because they took their time but it appears Pierre had been in a hurry at this point. They got into their homes only to see Berta cleaning the living room. "Hey Berta I am going back out for a little while. Can you make sure Altair get ready for bed after dinner?" he asked her while she nodded within concern "Y-yes Sir Monsieur D.Hanzo." she knew something was up in the tone of Pierre's voice "C'mon Altair lets get you ready for dinner now." she said guiding him upstairs.
(To be continued)
