The Weapon Witch

Her name is Soka, no one knows about her past and she never speaks. She communicates to her meister, Vinjio, telepathically. She's come for revenge but no one knows it, who is she out to get and why? Her story is about to unfold before the DWMA's eyes.


6. Soka

Ninety-nine kishin souls and one witch soul? The kishins were easy, the witch might be tougher. I stared at Spirit and Stein and stood. They watched me. 'I want to get started now.' I thought to Vinjio.

'Now?! Can't we rest?' He thought back with a sigh.

'No! Now!' I snapped.

He stood slowly and walked toward me. "I guess we'll get started now." Vinjio said in an unenthusiastic voice.

I punched his shoulder and he yelped. "Hey, at least I'm agreeing to go now!" He snapped.

I narrowed my eyes. Stein chuckled. "You can't go now! You must rest, there's a test tomorrow so study!" Sid snapped at us.

I sighed. "Haha!" Vinjio laughed victoriously.

I stomped on his foot and stormed passed the adults. Me and Vinjio had a small house near the DWMA, surprisingly. We'd lived only a few blocks from DWMA for all those years and not once thought of going to it. Now, we were enrolled. When I reached our house, two stories tall with two bedrooms downstairs and three upstairs, including a bathroom and office, I went straight toward the office. It was two large desks, on opposite sides of the room.

Vinjio had a printer, computer, and some other electronics over on the left, his side. My side, the right, had a laptop, stacks of paper, and books. I sat down and looked at the laptops screen. Names of all the students, professors, and basically anyone who went or worked there were pulled up. Before coming here, I'd researched every member, searching for two in particular. Their names stood out among all the rest, including another one.

When I was little, I only had my mother, who was ripped from me when I was only four. I never had conversations because the only reason I used to speak was because everything my mom said interested me. I listened and absorbed everything she said, now, I had no interest in anything anyone had to say. How she died? She fell in love with a weapon and had me, but my real father died protecting his meister before I was born. Then she met another weapon, this one is still alive.

When he found out her secret he and his meister killed her, an innocent woman who'd done no harm! I slammed my fist on the desk, hate burning in me for those two men. I'd watched, only a child and unable to do anything, as they decapitated her beautiful body and ate her good soul. Now, I was going to get revenge on them, no matter what the costs and no matter who I had to go through to get there.

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