Fan Fiction ❯ Mitsurugi: Samurai ❯ Chapter II ( Chapter 2 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Charlie K 
You must excuse all the spelling errors in these next two chapters, I was using a really crappy computer(besides the one I'm on now) and it was really late. But anyways, yeah well, just read it. Maybe you'll realize you have a heart and shed a tear. :)
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Adventure / Action / Romance / Samurai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.26.2003 | Updated On: 12.26.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 977 | Visits: 267 | Status: Completed
You must excuse all the spelling errors in these next two chapters, I was using a really crappy computer(besides the one I'm on now) and it was really late. But anyways, yeah well, just read it. Maybe you'll realize you have a heart and shed a tear. :)
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Adventure / Action / Romance / Samurai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.26.2003 | Updated On: 12.26.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 977 | Visits: 267 | Status: Completed
Mitsurugi: Samurai
Chapter II
Heishiro was kneeling by his mother's bedside, waiting for her to wake. it had been only a few years now since his sister had passed away and now his mother was leaving too. He was now a young man of strong stature. a good farmer and a good soul. His father entered the room.
"Heishiro, come and plow the fields before the day grows to late. Your mother shall be up...soon." He couldn't look Heishiro in the eyes as he spoke the last word.
"Yes, father."
The ground was hard and the horses old, making the work slow trudging. Neither he nor his father spoke as the usually would while they worked. Too much grief hung on their heads.
The ground began to shake. Screms could be heard coming from the village. Heishiro and his father freed the horses and let them run into the forest. The bandits were coming. They were an evil group of renegade samurai and ninja who were exiled from their clans for diffrent reasons. They ran across the countryside pillaging and taking what they needed. For them, there was no need for honor.
The two men ran to their house and locked their door, hoping they would not need anything from them. The familiar sounding of hooves and hollars were outside the house. Then the sound of a jump and steps. Stpes coming towards the house. Then knocking. Heishiro's father shut his eyes tightly, gulped, then went to the door.
"We have no harvest for you to take, it is planting season."
"We know this, we need something of higher importance. Women." There was many a harty laugh among the men outside on their horses. "So, if you could please release your wives and daughters to us, we not kill anyone."
"My wife is gravly ill and my daughter died because we could not treat her illnes in time because of you."
The man pushed open the door knocking the father back. He looked aroun the house until he set his eyes upon Heishiro. "Ahhh, so we meet again eh, boy? You know, I owe you a killing." The thief began to pull his sword from his side. "And how sweet it shall be." As the man raised his sword, pottery shards shattered around his head and his eyes closed as he slowly fell to the ground unconscious. As he fell, Heishiro's father appeared behind him.
"Hurry, get away. go through the back door and into the forest. I'll shall keep them from your mother." Heishiro did as he was told and ran out the back and into the forest. Only he hid so he could see his house and what was happening.
First, he saw the leader's body being thrown out of the doorway and rolling down off the porch and into the ground. One of the half dozen other men jumped off his horse to examine the body. Being of a large stature, he picked it up by the neck then threw it down as he looked at the blood on his hand. Then, his father stepped out of the house and in front of the doorway, pulling out a katana from his side. He could not hear what his father was saying becuase of the distance, but he didn't need to hear, he knew. The first larger man charged him only to have both his sides sliced and kicked to the side. The other five dismounted and drew their swords. Two charged him, one's head was met with a katana and the other was met by a foot which knocked him to the ground and sliced across the face. The other three charged, two his was able to fend off but the one sliced him across the stomach then kicked him to the ground. The victor ran inside the house, a minute, then ran back out and mounted his horse riding away.
When the last bandit was gone, Heishiro ran out to his father and kneeled by his side. His tears flowed as they did almsot a year ago when his sister had passed. His father slowly turned his head and coffed up a last few phrases.
"Son, do not take the way of a farmer. It is to dangerous in these lands now. Do not let yourself be atracked, but be the one to attack first. <cough, hack> Go to Master Shonto, have him teach you the way of the samurai. Then, when your training is complete, take another name and leave Bizen behind you. Become a great warrior and...ughh,"
"Father? Father! FATHEEERRRR!" As he mourned his thoughts swarmed as he wondered why the other man left, he ran inside the house to his mother's bed. He placed his head on her chest. There was no cpmforting sound of a heart. For this, too, di he mourn again.
After several hours, he went out to the forest and dug two more graves. In these he placed his father and mother. Above the graves was written:
"A farmer, his wife, and his daughter."
A young man stood at the door of a large house and knocked. an old man opened the door giving a friendly 'hello'. The said, "Master Shonto, I am to become a samurai."
Chapter II
Heishiro was kneeling by his mother's bedside, waiting for her to wake. it had been only a few years now since his sister had passed away and now his mother was leaving too. He was now a young man of strong stature. a good farmer and a good soul. His father entered the room.
"Heishiro, come and plow the fields before the day grows to late. Your mother shall be up...soon." He couldn't look Heishiro in the eyes as he spoke the last word.
"Yes, father."
The ground was hard and the horses old, making the work slow trudging. Neither he nor his father spoke as the usually would while they worked. Too much grief hung on their heads.
The ground began to shake. Screms could be heard coming from the village. Heishiro and his father freed the horses and let them run into the forest. The bandits were coming. They were an evil group of renegade samurai and ninja who were exiled from their clans for diffrent reasons. They ran across the countryside pillaging and taking what they needed. For them, there was no need for honor.
The two men ran to their house and locked their door, hoping they would not need anything from them. The familiar sounding of hooves and hollars were outside the house. Then the sound of a jump and steps. Stpes coming towards the house. Then knocking. Heishiro's father shut his eyes tightly, gulped, then went to the door.
"We have no harvest for you to take, it is planting season."
"We know this, we need something of higher importance. Women." There was many a harty laugh among the men outside on their horses. "So, if you could please release your wives and daughters to us, we not kill anyone."
"My wife is gravly ill and my daughter died because we could not treat her illnes in time because of you."
The man pushed open the door knocking the father back. He looked aroun the house until he set his eyes upon Heishiro. "Ahhh, so we meet again eh, boy? You know, I owe you a killing." The thief began to pull his sword from his side. "And how sweet it shall be." As the man raised his sword, pottery shards shattered around his head and his eyes closed as he slowly fell to the ground unconscious. As he fell, Heishiro's father appeared behind him.
"Hurry, get away. go through the back door and into the forest. I'll shall keep them from your mother." Heishiro did as he was told and ran out the back and into the forest. Only he hid so he could see his house and what was happening.
First, he saw the leader's body being thrown out of the doorway and rolling down off the porch and into the ground. One of the half dozen other men jumped off his horse to examine the body. Being of a large stature, he picked it up by the neck then threw it down as he looked at the blood on his hand. Then, his father stepped out of the house and in front of the doorway, pulling out a katana from his side. He could not hear what his father was saying becuase of the distance, but he didn't need to hear, he knew. The first larger man charged him only to have both his sides sliced and kicked to the side. The other five dismounted and drew their swords. Two charged him, one's head was met with a katana and the other was met by a foot which knocked him to the ground and sliced across the face. The other three charged, two his was able to fend off but the one sliced him across the stomach then kicked him to the ground. The victor ran inside the house, a minute, then ran back out and mounted his horse riding away.
When the last bandit was gone, Heishiro ran out to his father and kneeled by his side. His tears flowed as they did almsot a year ago when his sister had passed. His father slowly turned his head and coffed up a last few phrases.
"Son, do not take the way of a farmer. It is to dangerous in these lands now. Do not let yourself be atracked, but be the one to attack first. <cough, hack> Go to Master Shonto, have him teach you the way of the samurai. Then, when your training is complete, take another name and leave Bizen behind you. Become a great warrior and...ughh,"
"Father? Father! FATHEEERRRR!" As he mourned his thoughts swarmed as he wondered why the other man left, he ran inside the house to his mother's bed. He placed his head on her chest. There was no cpmforting sound of a heart. For this, too, di he mourn again.
After several hours, he went out to the forest and dug two more graves. In these he placed his father and mother. Above the graves was written:
"A farmer, his wife, and his daughter."
A young man stood at the door of a large house and knocked. an old man opened the door giving a friendly 'hello'. The said, "Master Shonto, I am to become a samurai."