A long time ago, when i was a mere boy on my fathers farm, an ancient enemy of our family murdered my father and my family. My life was spared for i was hiding under the water breathing with a bamboo my father told me and my sisters to hide there, bt my two sisters told me to stay while they went looking for our dear mother. I stayed in the water untill i could no longer move, my muscles ached from stiffness, my head felt like it was going to explode. I finally raised from the water, ever so quite as my father tought me, i steadied my eyes against the night, i blinked them again for my eyes were surely lying to me!
There, before me, my mother and my dear sisters were hanging by their feet, their throught were slit and my mother had a trail of blood running from her secret place over her stomach and her naked breasts to where her head should have been, i did not understand at the time what that serpant trail of blood meant but i knew then that it would haunt my dreams for eternity. I looked for her face, in hope that it would not be her body, when i finally saw it i wish that i hadnt, it only confirmed my worst fear...
...my mothers severed head lay on its side next to the Khoi pond, although there was blood on her face, she had a scerene smile on her face, in my mind now i can imagine her huming as she always did when she was happy. As i got out of the stream and i walked closer to my mother i noticed a of crimson red and and some other things i did not recognize at the time lying near to the family shrine, curiosity beckoned me closer, my heart and mind begged me not to go, perhaps if i were a little older i would not have gone, but my naive soul could not stop me. Even when i was close i did not realize what it was. I knelt beside it on the ground and then i saw the family emblem on a breast plate lying against the heap, only my father wore that emblem, my wise father who would have me shine the emblem on that very breast plate every day.
The realisation wasnt immediate, it felt like the distand rumbling of a thunderstorm coming closer to home, it grew louder and louder in my chest untill i could no longer protect my soul against its beatings, and then suddenly, just like the lightning beats the rythm of the earth, my soul knew the truth.
My father is dead, his body was difiled just as that of my sisters and my dear mother. Even for a young boy i could fel my heart break, i was filled with feelings of hatred and loss at the same time, i lied down beside my father and put my hand on the emblem of our family. I lay like that untill the fire in the old house was nothing more that smoke, i lay awake the whole night. When dawn came i rised knowing what i had to do...
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...
For three years i lived in the streets, i lived off food that people threw away, i hid my face because i felt dishounored. i finall got work at the age of ten on a merchant ship. The very first time that i sailed on the ocean we went to Okinawa with our cargo filled with Silk. Okinawa was a wonderfull place and i decided to stay, the master of the merchant ship was very kind to me, he even told me to go to his friend Master Yamahato, the master swordmaker. The master of the ship bid me farewell and godspeed on my journey. I heard years later that their ship had sunk with a preciouse load of China on its way to Nagasaki.
It took me two months to find Master Yamahato, when i finally asked him to repair my sord he refused, but when i showed him the sord and told him my story he accepted on one condition, that i help him in his studio untill such a time that i had learnt respect for the Katana and also howto use it.
And so my work started with Master Yamahato, i started in the clay quarry, carrying clay down to the studio, when i was older he let me work witnthe iron ore. I learnt how the combining of the two metals, hard ond soft tempered the steel. I watched as he would start making his steel and how out of every twenty he started only one or two would go to the polisher, a man that did nothing else but sharpen the sword and shine it with clay and his bear hands.
I asked my master one day if he does not feel sorrow for disposing of so many swords, he replied that he would feel more sorrow and dishounor if the steel were to fail in the hands of the warrior. It is then that he told me the secret of my fathers sword...
yeah, its all my stuff in my head...
(this little bit is just to explain the story of the boys life and that of his ancestors, so please keep with me on this one)
Many years ago, a great emporer lived in Japan, his wisdom and kindness were was of great wealth to the people of Japan. But the emporers brother was a man of much hatred, he disliked the way his brother was loved by his people, he wanted all the glory for himself, so he sought a plot to kill his brother. He knew that his brother had many brave and powerfull Samurai and he knew that he would not be able to murder his brother while his Samurai still lived, the Samurai had to be slayed first! One night, in a dream, an evil sorcerer told the younger brother to come to him for he had a plan to kill his brother.
When the sorcerer revealed his plan for murder the young brother knew that he would soon be emporer. No one would stop him, but the young brother did not know that his plan was already exposed. For a young peasant boy had also had a dream that the emporer would be assasinated, the boy first took it as a dream and nothing more, butt soon a ghost came to him while he was tending the feilds and told him that his dream would become reality if he did not act. He was told to go and see a Master Swordcrafter in the town of Okinawa and that he must leave without delay, his destiny would see to his safe and succesfull return.
The boy did not want to go, he found an excuse for everything. The ghost told him that proof of his destiny lie at home and that whenever he was lost on his path, a butterfly would guide him.
When the boy arrived at home, his parents awaited him, his mother had already packed him a travelling bag filled with clothes and food. His father told him not to speak for words would surely break their resolve. The ghost had apparently visited his family aswell. The boy left that very same night, he first walked up the path over the hills, when he got to the fork at the top of the hill he didnt know which way to go, just then, a butterfly landed on hid hand, he thought it perculiar that a butterfly would be flying this time of night but he also remembered what the ghost had told him. He whatched in aw as the butterfly darted through the air to a soft noll of grass and landed on the ground, the boy knw immediatly waht it wanted to show him...
As teh boy slept through the night he kept dreaming of what he had seen and heard. Early in the morning he awoke to a misty day, he made himself some tea and had a loaf of bread. Soon the butterfly came to him and showed him the fork to the left, as the butterfly danced in the air he knew that he would be safe on his journey.
The young boy traveled south towards the ports, he had never been so far away from home but he knew his way, every day he found food and drink by the guidance of the butterfly, he would not feel lonely on his path either for the butterfly kept him company. When he finally reached the port he was granted safe passage on a merchant ship to Okinawa. All that was need was for the butterfly to land on the Masters hand and the boy was immediatly allowed on the ship.
When the boy arrived in Okinawa the master swordcrafter awaited him on the land, the master took the boy by the shoulder and told him that he was waiting for him. All the necasary preparations were made for him.
Soon the boy was learning how to use the Katana while a special one was made for him, the boy also assisted in making the sword, from diggin the clay to helping the polisher do his work.
The sword and the boy's training took many years to complete, only when the came of age did the Master hand the sword to the boy. He was no longer a boy but a wise and brave young man, strong in his resolve for the task that was layed before him...
soon the boy set sail for Japan, he knew that he had to go to the Holy city and warn the Emporer of the impending doom.
When he arrived at the holy city the gaurds would not let him enter, no one would listen to his story, all seemed to be lost to him. Then, early one morning the young man awoke and found that his butterfly was missing, he assumed that it had left him because all was lost, for he knew that the day of terror would dawn soon...
That same morning the emporer was walking in his garden when the butterfly came to sit on his hand, the emporer was amused as the butterfly danced with him, as the emporer followed the butterflyon the wall of the holy city he noticed a young man sitting below, he whatched as the butterfly flwe down to the man and sit on his hand, the emporer saw the young man speak to the buttefly and he asked his advisors who the man was, the said he was crazy, and he spoke of mad things, the biy said he had a message for the emporer. The emporer demanded to see the man and hear what he had to say.
Enjoyed that spyk; does it continue?
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