This is the rewritten version of my first fanfic: The Sword that
Transends Light and Darkness.

If you are wondering why I'm rewriting it, then it's because that
I don't really like my original, and that's that

'Thoughts'

"Talking"

Spells/Other's thoughts/Skills

[Captions]

{Korin's Voice}

Inner Voice

Chapter 1 The Return of the Knight

The wind blows and the leaf rustles, the bright moon shines down on the bright city of Hong Kong, as in the dead of the night where bustling crowds are walking and chatting, despite the heavy downpour with colourful umbrellas walking all about the streets.

But elsewhere, in the abandoned construction site of a new skyscraper, a young thirteen year old boy is running for his life. His spiky black shaggy hair swaying all around his face dripped in rain, his mouth panting for air as his feet stepped on nearby puddles. His black long sleeved shirt drenched in the rain sticking on his slim yet firm body and his green jeans dripping in water, "Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT!" He cried, his dark blue eyes widen in fear and tears falling down his face passing the large knife scar by his left cheek under his eye that reaches passed his ear.

"What kind of mess have I gotten into this time?-!-!" Behind him, chasing him is a large African man with yellow glowing tattoos on both his hands and face, his entire body glowing as well, "Come back here!"

"Like hell I will!-!" The boy cried.

{My name is Korin, Motoyama Yan Korin. Why my name is so weird? Well, I'm a half Japanese Chinese, and I inherited both my parents' family names. The Japanese from my mother, and the Chinese from my father. I'm kind of in a mess right now, as you can see…}

"BOY!-!"

"GET AWAY FROM ME!-!" Korin cried, reaching in his pockets and taking out a black talisman, "Spirits of Fire and Wind, Grant solid form and become my sword!" The charms combined together and form out a long black Chinese war sword with a black blade that emits flames from its edge that he holds with two hands, "Black Flame Sword!"

"Hoho, what control from such a young mage." The man chuckled, "Let me respond with this!" His right fist glowed as he punches down at the kid, who dodged it barely with the fist making a large dent on the metal frame behind him.

{As you can see, I'm a mage. Not a fully-fledged one, but I can at least defend myself.}

"Take this!" Korin stabs forward at the man, who blocked it with his hand, the blade not even piercing the skin. He chuckled as he grabbed the blade and tossed the kid into a metal pillar. Korin stood back up, grunting in pain.

{As for why I'm in this mess, we have to go back a little while earlier…}

Xxx Few minutes ago xxx

Korin strolled down the street, a bag of ingredients in his hand and a piece of paper in another, "I think that's about it…" He muttered to himself, "Now, all that's left is…"

He turned into a small antique shop, the interior filled with many crystals of many colours and incense filled the air. There were also other Chinese spiritual items, like the eight-trigram mirror hanging on top of the counter and a few yellow talismans hanging on some of the cupboards.

"Welcome." The old Chinese man by the counter greeted, he smoking a long pipe, "Ah, Korin. Another errand from your dad?"

"Yeah, the old man is running low on wind magic crystals and I need some more weapon charms." Korin said, picking up on some black talismans, "And he need some more incense as well."

"I see." The old man chuckled, "Well, it's a good thing that I got the wind crystals stocked up and there is a new black charm for you." He ducked down under the counter and took out a five small bottles with greenish blue crystals at the bottom of each bottle along with a black talisman, a bit different from the rest, catching Korin's attention, "The Fire God Talisman. If you use it with other talisman, it can boost up all your fire spells quite a lot. And it is reusable for unlimited of time, as long as the charm isn't damaged."

"Is this going to cost extra?" Korin asked worriedly, "The wind crystals are already costing quite a lot…"

"Considered it a gift." The old man smiled, "Your family has been some of the regular customers of my little shop and I want to thank you for that."

"Thank you, Mingzhi-jiisan!" Korin said, then realizing he said in japanese, "I-I mean, thanks uncle."

"Hahaha, don't worry about it…" The old shopkeeper laughed.

"Hey, old man."

They heard a gruff and rough voice and see a large African man entering the shop, he has dark brown hair tied in braids and tied again on his back and dark eyes, his large muscular body stuck out under his white singlet and green military shorts with brown combat boots, "I heard this is the best magic shop in this part of the world."

"I see my shop is attracting foreigners as well." Mingzhi chuckled, "What can I do for you?"

"I'm looking for a certain magical item." He said, taking out a small scroll that has the picture of the Fire God Talisman on it, "The Fire God Talisman. I heard rumours that you are holding on to this sacred charm and I'm hoping to lighten your load of it."

"Well, I'm sorry to say this, but you can't have that." Mingzhi smiled, "You see, I have given it to this young lad over here."

"Hmph, to this young kid?" The man scoffed, "Your eyes must be getting poor, old man, but I doubt that kid even know the real powers of that talisman."

"It is true, but I see great potential in this kid." He smiled, "And his affinity with the flames is as great as his will."

"Ha, affinity has nothing to do with handling the power of a fire god." The African laughed, "Kid, do us a favour and hand over that talisman."

"What do you want to do with it then?" Korin asked suspiciously.

"Hm? That's not of your concern."

"Then why do you need it?" He asked again, "You said that it is really powerful, so you getting something like this means you need it for something."

"Boy, do you really want to mess with me?" The man asked angrily.

"Yes, if you don't tell me what you need it for!" Korin shouted back.

The man growled angrily, yellow tattoos arise from around his arms and on his face, "You're really pushing it boy…" He growled, "Fine, keep that charm, I'll just take it from you the hard way!"

Xxx Back to the present xxx

"God damn it…" Korin muttered, "What kind of skin do you have?" 'A magic spell that surrounds the body in an armour-like aura and boost his strength like crazy… I met one heck of a monster…'

"Your magic sure is a unique one." The African man said, "You materialize your weapon by using the magic of the spirits around you with that black charm as the catalyse. I have never seen an Asian magic like that before."

"Tch…" Korin readied his sword.

"Boy, what's your name?"

"Motoyama Yan Korin."

"Yan?" The man then chuckled, "That would explain the unique magic you use… You're part of the Yan Exorcizing Magic Council, aren't you?"

"That's right."

"And you're part of their bloodline too. Looks like getting that charm isn't going to be easy." He grinned, "Korin. As a reward for being able to survive this long, I'll reveal my strongest magic!" He roared out as the tattoo glows brighter, his muscle bulk up even more even showing some of his veins even on his face. "This final incantation, Great Soul of the Earth, supply me strength to knock down my enemy."

The ground under him dents from the sheer weight of the energy he is releasing, "Witness the strongest armament magic, Magnam Anima Terram (Grand Soul of the Earth). This spell is made to duplicate the fighter's physical abilities by at least ten times. In other words…" He dashes forward and slams his fist at Korin's gut, causing the boy to gag out in pain as he was sent flying back hundreds metres and smashing into an iron pillar.

'W-What power and speed…' Korin coughed out.

"How does it feel? The impact of a giant wrecking ball, I mean." The man said, "Not really good, doesn't it?"

'This isn't good…' Korin mentally cried, 'My vision is blurring…'

"This time, I'll make sure you stay down." The man raised up his fists for the final blow, "Farewell, Motoyama Yan Korin."

He slams down both his fist in a final strike. At that moment, rushing footsteps are heard and his attack was halted by a spiky blonde man in black business suit, "Ah?"

"My oh my, a grown man going all out on a child?" The man said, "Aren't you being a bit immature, Valde Gero (Brown Bear in Latin)?"

'W-Who…?'

"Hm? And who might you be?" The African man asked

"Tell me, is your boss doing okay?" The blonde man asked, his bang waved in a bit in the air showing his bright blue eyes, "How is he, Extermoes?"

Valde widen his eyes in shock as he raised his fist up at him, "Who are you?-! How do you know the boss' name?-!"

"Isn't it obvious? He is the leader of the only magic mafia in Magica Mundus, the Ultimus (The Last One in Latin)." The man said, "Now then, I'm not sure why are you attacking him, but this boy has a destiny to fulfil, and you're in his way." He vanishes from the spot and lands knee to the man's face.

'Fast!' Valde mentally cried, feeling his broken nose, 'And he even got through my Magnam Anima Terram…' He didn't even got a chance to retaliate as the man hits his fist on his cheek, followed by a few series of punches and kicks, the last kick hitting him back really far. The blonde stood in a horse stance as his right fist glows in golden flames

"You're not the only one that can use an armament magic." The man smirked, his body glowing in golden light, "Go ahead and tell your boss that Ray Equitem says hi." He punches Valdes in the gut hard, sending him flying up in a burst of golden flames, breaking through the metal pillar behind him from the impact. Ray's body stopped glowing as he let out a sigh, "Now then…" He turned to Korin, who has lost consciousness from the concussion.

Xxx Next Morning xxx

Korin slowly opened his eyes, his vision slowly readjusting to the ceiling fan above him, 'Where…?' He wonders, turning his head to the side, finding his ever familiar desk filled with drawings and notes, 'My room…? Why am I…?' He then recalled the fight last night, "Ah! That's right- Ite!" He shot up from his bed but then stopped as he felt the pain from his chest, realizing that he is all bandaged up on his wounds.

*SLAM*"Onii-chan!" A girl of eleven slammed opened the door as she ran and tackled him in a bone-crushing hug, she has long dark brown hair and dark blue eyes and in a pink one-piece dress, her name is Motoyama Yan Hiyoko, "You can't get up yet! Your wounds aren't healed up!"

'I think my wounds got worst…' Korin paled, all the while trying not to cry out in pain of his bones breaking under the pressure.

"Ah! Hiyoko! You can't do that!" Another girl ran in worriedly, she is of Korin's age with the same black hair but shoulder-length and slightly spiky at the top with dark blue eyes wearing a white shirt under a dark blue hoodie with a violet skirt, her name is Motoyama Yan Kinchi.

"B-But, Kinchi-nee!" Hiyoko cried, "Onii-chan suddenly came back with all those nasty wounds and he shouldn't move!"

"No, no, I meant… You're making his injuries worst…"

The young girl looked at her older brother, who seems to have passed out from the pain, "Ah! Onii-chan!" She squeezed even harder, Korin managed to come back to life but cry out in pain.

"I said stop, Hiyoko! Korin-nii is going to die at this rate!" Kinchi cried.

"Calm down, Hiyoko." A man in his mid-thirties walked in, he has long black spiky hair tied in the end in a spiky ponytail and dull black eyes wearing a white lab coat over a black turtleneck shirt with a pair of purple pants, his name is Yan Yong-Kia, "You awake, Korin?"

"Oyaji (Old man)…"

"Man, you had me startled." He chuckled, "To think that Ray-san brought back my oldest son in that kind of condition."

"Ray…-san…?" Korin then remembered, "That's right! Where is he?-!"

"Over here."

The man walked into the room, his blazer on his shoulder, "You're finally awake, Motoyama Yan Korin."

"You're…" Korin muttered, his two sisters blushed at the sight of the handsome blonde man.

"You should know by now." Ray sat down by the chair by the desk, "How's your wounds right now?"

"That's not the main point!" Korin cried, "Last night, when you're talking to that large man!"

"So you heard, huh?" Ray sighed, "I guess that makes things a bit easier to explain. My name is Ray Equitem, and as you have noticed, I'm a mage, same as you and your family. But that's not the real point." His eyes narrowed in seriousness, "I'm also a member of the largest mafia family in the whole underworld, the Vongola."

"Vongola…?" Korin looked at him confused, "Clam?"

"I'll be straight to the point." Ray said, pointing at Korin, "I'm here to pick you up, Tenth Knight."

"Eh? Knight…?" Korin blinked, "Whoa, whoa, stop it right there. I have no clue what are you talking about. What knight? What is this Vongola thing? And more importantly, what does any of this have to do with me?-! I'm just a normal guy who is trying to get by in life and maybe become a magister magi someday!"

Ray turned to the boy's father, "Yong-Kia, you never told him?"

Yong-Kia sighed, "So it's really been decided, huh?"

"Oyaji…?"

"Korin, listen closely as I'm going to say this only once." Yong-Kia said, "The truth is, our family have ties with the Vongola mafia for generations, and in each generation, there is one that serves the main core of the family as the boss' protector, his [Knight] to be exact."

"The current leader of the Vongola is Ninth, and his protector, his Knight," Ray pointed at the doctor, "This man over here."

"Otou-san is part of the mafia?-!" Hiyoko cried.

"Since you were born, Korin, you were already chosen to be the Tenth." Ray added, "It's in your blood, so you can't reject this duty."

"Fuck you!" Korin shouted angrily, "What does this has anything to do with blood?-! Just because my father's the Knight that I have to be his successor?-! What is this, Ancient China, where the emperor's throne is passed down along the bloodline?-! There's no bloody way I'm working with some dark organization full of killers! If you want someone in our family, go find someone else."

Ray sighed, "My, my, what foul mouth… The thing is, Korin, you are the only one suitable for the spot, and not because you're Yong-Kia's son. You possessed a power that is necessary for the post." He raised his hand up, "The Knight Flames." Golden flames ignites on his palm.

"T-That flame!" Hiyoko cried.

"You have invoked this flame before, did you not?" Ray asked. Korin looked away at the thought of the flames, "That is more than enough. Besides, even if you refused to accept it, I will have to train you nonetheless." After extinguishing the golden flames, he got up from the seat, "I'll giving you till evening at best. Our plane will take off at 10pm. Pack up and say all your farewells by then. You will not be seeing your family for a long time." With that last sentence, he left the room.

Korin clenched his fist in anger, "Onii-chan…?" Hiyoko looked worriedly at her older brother.

"Damn it!" He dashes out of his room in frustration.

"Onii-chan/Korin-nii!-!" His two sisters cried out.

Xxx Dojo xxx

Korin arrived at the small dojo in the back of their house and took a sit on the wooden hallway of the training building. He had to get away, to fully arrange his mind. "Damn it…" He groaned as he lay down on his back, "What is this all of the sudden…? What Knight, what mafia… Being part of a magic family is as tough as it can be already…"

"I knew you'll be here."

He tilted his head forward, finding his twin in front of him, "Kinchi…"

"You haven't change at all…" Kinchi sighed as she sat down next to him, "Whenever you're upset about something, you'll come to the dojo to clear your mind." Korin turned his head away from her, "Ne…Korin-nii… Are you leaving after all?"

"When I ever said that?" Korin said angrily, raising his hand up into the sky, "I'll never join some mafia, blood ties or not."

"I'll never use those flames ever again."

Kinchi touched her right shoulder subconsciously, "I see… you're still up on that…"

"Besides, that man is really suspicious. I feel like he's hiding something from us." Korin added, "I'll rather die than be trained by that kind of guy."

"Is that how you feel?" Yong-Kia asked as he walked towards his oldest children.

"Tou-san…" Kinchi greeted.

"Oyaji, why did you hide this from us?" Korin asked, "Why did you not tell us?"

"I have planned on telling you, at least when you guys are a bit older but…" He sighed, "Time is a real bitch when she wants to be." He looked at Korin with an unusual seriousness in his eyes, "Listen Korin, we didn't choose you because you have that flame and you're part of this family, it's because it is you. Korin, I choose you because you have the ability to change the Vongola."

"Change it?"

"I can't explain any further but what I can say is that only you can be the Knight, no one else." Yong-Kia said, "Your mother would have said the same."

Korin's eyes widen in shock, "So… Mom knew as well…?"

Yong-Kia nodded, "I know I shouldn't mention it, but if you become the Knight, you stand a better chance of finding him."

That clicked something in Korin's memories, a dark-brown haired body of a woman laid dead in her own blood flashes in his mind, followed by an image of a white haired man. He gritted his teeth a little, "Is that so…?"

"Korin-nii…" Kinchi looked back at her twin worriedly.

"Very well…" Korin said, "If that's the case, I'll accept it. I'll be the next Vongola Knight!"

Yong-Kia smiled, "That's what I like to hear."

On the other hand, the younger twin looked away disappointed and upset.

Xxx Later that Afternoon xxx

Korin has packed up most of his stuff he has planned on bringing with him as he and Ray stood outside their doorstep with bag slung on their backs, "So you're really going?" Kinchi asked.

"Yeah." Korin said, "If I have even a small chance on finding that man, then it's worth it."

Kinchi looked away sad, "It's going to be lonely without you here."

"Come on now." Korin said patting her on the head, "It's not like I'm gone forever. I'll come back, I promise. So don't cry, okay?"

Kinchi sniffled a little, knocking his hand off her head, "I'm not crying!"

Korin gave a tired laugh at his sister's attempt to keep up a tough front, "Onii-chan…" Hiyoko looked like she's about to burst into tears, "You'll come back, right…?"

"Of course." Korin smiled as he patted her head, "It's a promise that I'll keep, to you and everyone else."

"Korin, I want you have this." Yong-Kia hands him a rather large white revolver, its barrel only holds four bullets and its barrel is one long rectangle tip with one hole where the actual barrel is, "This is the gun I used when I started out as the Knight. Don't worry, I have a spare of this so you can take this."

"Thanks, oyaji." Korin said, taking the gun from his father's hands.

"Let's go." Ray tells him as the two set off.

"Take care, onii-chan!" Hiyoko called out, "Come back soon! It's a promise!-!"

Korin gave a back wave to them, as he walks after the blonde man, "Where to first?"

"We need a place where you can both train for your flames and how to use that gun as well as a quiet one where we won't arouse to much attention." Ray said, "We're heading to Japan."

To be continued…

How do you like this new story? Please review on how I can improve
this rewritten and maybe share some ideas for the new plot. But for
starters, this will be a main pairing of KorinXFemTsuna. For other pairings,
I'll see what I can do.