Dynasty Warriors 8 Ambition: Will of Heaven

(Okay, so yes... I'm writing something new again. However, given the nature of this fanfic it may end up being rather short.)

The rules of the challenge are as follows:

1. If your character is killed in battle, they may not be used again. If you are defeated by any other means you are safe to use that character again.

2. Play on Hard or Chaos difficulty at all times. If you are playing on Hard and it becomes too easy for you, switch to Chaos.

3. You may not have a bodyguard with you.

4. Do not abuse the Blacksmith to make weapons that will 3-hit anyone or abuse the Academy to get to a high level fast.

5. If you run out of playable Officers, you lose. If you complete the Tongquettai you win!

Zang Jiao had been defeated. He was lucky that he had made it out of the battle alive, yet he managed to establish a camp again. He was disheartened by the destruction of his Rebellion, however he knew it was merely the Heavens testing him.

"This is merely another trial of the Heavens," he stated as he stared at the foundation to what would be his masterfully crafted palace, "And as usual... I shall overcome it."

He turned and walked back through his camp, disheartened yet again by where he had ended up. However, he decided to see it as a slate wiped clean for a new day. He walked up to the man he had running his dinky little blacksmith parlor and smiled.

"How des your day go, honorable blacksmith?"

Te Blacksmith looked up from his work.

"Greetings, My Lord. I fear I may be rather low on materials to craft weapons... and the place needs a few rennovations, however I won't let that stop me."

"Materials, you say... perhaps I can aid you. I shall see about gaining the materials you require."

The Blacksmith beamed.

"Thank you! I am truly blessed by Heaven to have a Lord as benevolent as you, Lord Zhang Jiao."

Zhang Jiao tapped the Blacksmith n the shoulder with his Staff.

"may Heaven guide you through this day," he said before walking away towards the gate's guard.

"My Lord," the Guard said, standing at attention, "There is news of a skirmish in Luoyang. We know little other than that our scouting parties were attacked."

Zhang Jiao nodded, tapping his staff on the ground.

"Fetch me a horse at once! I shall ride for Luoyang immediately!"

(Once he got there)

Zhang Jiao dismounted from his horse.

"What is the problem here?" he asked a Private that had ran past.

"Lord Zhang Jiao! How fortunate for us to have met you here... It's Wei! Lady Zhenji of Wei has attacked us!"

"I shall halt the vile woman's progress and turn the tide!" Zhang Jiao shouted, running off into battle. He saw a group of soldiers down the hall.

"This is merely a skirmish, so not much strategy should be required. Do not worry though... the Heavens are on our side!"

Zhang Jiao had easily managed to dispatch the normal troops, managing with few problems to find Zhenji's base.

"So you are the villain who has attacked my scouting party. Prepare to face the wrath of the Heavens!"

He raised his staff, preparing to battle her.

"My my, aren't you the noisy one?" Zhenji said with a smirk, raising her flute and starting to play. The melodies were... intoxicating... luling... a trap.

"I shall not fall prey to your wicked tunes!" Zhang Jiao had managed to snap out of the intoxicating trap by smacking himself in the face with his staff's blunt end. He ran up to her and attempted a heavy overhead blow with the staff, which Zhenji easily blocked with the instrument.

"Ah ah, hands off."

She kicked Zhang Jiao with a surprising amount of force, sending him flying into the wall of the garrison.

"Is that all you have? Or are you as washed up as I thought?"

Zhang Jiao got up and sighed.

"I was holding back befre because you were a woman... hwever I suppose I had yet to realize that all are equal in the eyes of Heaven!"

He trailed the staff along the ground, slashing the ground towards Zhenji with it and sending a wave of explosions her way. Zhenji wasn't prepared for this and was thrown back by the explosions, but not to the extent that Jiao was.

"You don't give up easily, do you?"

She ran up to him and attempted to strike his face with her flute, but he blocked it with his staff. He swept her legs out from under her and attempted to slam his stff into her gut with little success, as she rolled out of the way.

"Now you have made me angry!" Zhenji practically roared, "I just got these clothesand now they're all dirty!"

She threw her flute like a boomerang at Jiao and attempted to kick him in the chest in case that failed, and it would have worked out really well if it hadn't been for Zhang Jiao creating another explosion under her by tapping his staff on the ground. He was still struck by the flute, but he wasn't knocked down. When Zhenji landed on the ground he didn't hold back. He raised his staff.

"The time for your judgement has come!"

A massive pillar of flame erupted from right under Zhenji, burning her quite severely. However, after the musou attack ended, she still managed to be able to move. When she was abut to get up all she saw was a staff in her face.

"Your judgement has been passed. The Heavens have deemed you worthy of joining my forces."

Zhenji started to laugh.

"Join you? You must be joking. That isn't how I do things."

She then noticed the predicament she was in.

"However... I can make an exception. I and all of the men currently under my command submit to you."Zhang jiao pulled the staff back to it's usual resting position and turned.

"Very well... let us withdraw our troops and return to the camp."

Zhenji's eyes widened.

"Camp? Are you suggesting I sleep in a tent?"

Jiao turned back around.

"Are you saying you are uncomfortable with your accomodations?"

Zhenji sighed.

"Just what have I gotten myself into?" she stood up. "At least tell me you will have these burns healed."

"I know of a healer that can make it look like they were never there to begin with."

(Back at the camp)

After getting Zhenji's burns treated and giving all of the materials he had earned to the Blacksmith, he noticed that Zhenji's men had built a ragtag teahouse next to it.

"What is this?" Zhang Jiao asked.

"Progress," Zhenji replied, "I refuse to eat raw food, so I had my men build me a teahouse so we may eat something more edible for once. Trust me, no one will be regretting the addition of this place."

Zhang Jiao smiled at the sight of the admittedly dinky but still comfortable looking building.

"Thank you Zhenji. I believe it looks wonderful."

(And that was Chapter 1. I really hope I don't fail the challenge too soon so I can make this story as long as possible. Thanks for reading and leave a review if you enjoyed it!)