I started diggin a hole next to my fathers grave, large enough for my hole family, when the hole was done i started placing my fathers limbs in to his grave, silent tears were running down my face. I was screaming within, my family deserved an honorable death, but even greater than that, they did not deserve to die. Why did they die? Who murdered them? What will i do after this? My heart and soul were burning with anger.
With all these quiestions in my heart, i found the Katana, given to my family many years ago by a wise Shogun. It was broken in half, my soul tore in half at the site of it. For a short while i considered burying it with my family, but somethinh my father tought me kept ringing in my ears, 'Alway carry the curve to the sky' kept knocking on my chest. I used the sword to cut down the bodies of my mother and my sisters, I had to use all my metal and physical strength to move their bodies to the grave.
When the were all next to each other i said a prayer and cut the emblem from my fathers chest, it was very hard with the broken sword. When the bodies were covered i left, away from the rising sun, away from god, away from everything i had ever known.
I knew not where i was going, all i knew is that my father told me that i had an uncle that stayed across the great sea to the west, i knew that i had to find him, he would be my only hope for avenging the murder of my family...
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