InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Kesu ❯ Kesu ( Chapter 1 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Pineapple125 
Kesu has a long history of family who were great warriors of the Feudel Era. Kesu however, is a failure, or so she thinks. This is where we begin.
A note from the author: I promise you I will type many chapters of Kesu, you just have to wait. : )
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.02.2005 | Updated On: 05.03.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 623 | Visits: 320 | Status: Completed
Kesu has a long history of family who were great warriors of the Feudel Era. Kesu however, is a failure, or so she thinks. This is where we begin.
A note from the author: I promise you I will type many chapters of Kesu, you just have to wait. : )
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.02.2005 | Updated On: 05.03.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 623 | Visits: 320 | Status: Completed
Scroll One:
Kesu
The story of Kesu begins long ago in Japan. The year is reffred to as the Feudel Era. Kesu's family was known throughout Japan for there magnificent fighting skills. Kesu was diffrent, though. The girl had no gift for fighting as the Hiwitari's did. Kesu Hiwitari was a failure. Kesu could not defeat a pumpkin even if she tried. Now that you know about Kesu, I assume you would like me to stop blabbering and get on with the story.
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Kesu pulled out her samuria sword. She took a deep breath and swung it. She heard a huge cracking sound. She looked at what she had hit. She had hit her family's hut. The door had a huge slice right down the middle. Kesu had not meant to do this, but as everyone had always told her, she was a failure.
"Oh my word." Mrs. Hiwitari whispered. "KESU!" Yelled Kesu's father, Mr. Hiwitari. Kesu whimpered, she knew what would come next. A good yelling and then a lecture about the great ancestors. "Kesu what have you done now! I can't believe this! I just got the hut repaired yesterday and already you have damaged it...AGAIN!" Thundered Mr. Hiwitari. Mr. Hiwitari picked up Kesu and walked inside the hut.
Mr. Hiwitari sat down and his huge, muscular arms dropped Kesu into a chair next to him. "Now Kesu, every Hiwitari has been-" Mr. Hiwitari started only to have his only daughter finish HIS sentence for him. "The greatest fighters of there time." Kesu finished. Mr. Hiwitari nodded his head then started again with his lecture,"Yes, yes indeed Kesu. Grand Master Hiku, my great great grandfather was a war heroe for our low lying Japan. I want you to be just like him, Kesu. Every Hiwitari has been a great fighter, and my hope you will be has vanished." Kesu was so used to this lecture it didn't bother her. She just looked down at her feet.
3 years later *** 3 years later
Kesu was 20 years old, and now was her time to leave the small hut in Takena, Japan. Kesu had not improved one bit in her fighting and was hoping everyone would just stop whispering to each other,"She's never going to make it out on her own."
Kesu was dressed properly for the day. Her inky black hair up in a tight bun on the very top of her head, chestnut colored dress, bundle of food in hand, and samurai sword attached to waist. Kesu didn't see the point in taking it because she was sure it would not come in any use, since she was the worst fighter in all of Takena, Japan.
Now reader, I must tell you that in Takena, Japan, women and men were expected to be experianced fighters. And what they mean by experianced is, you must have fought a wild boar or bear, or even a wild turkey.
Any way, Kesu stood straight and still, facing the sun. "Good bye everyone, hope you have great lives." Kesu announced, then walked along the path. She heard someone shout,"Hope you find your destiney!" She doubted they really meant this. After all, most of the villagers did not like Kesu one bit. They always said,"That scrawny little git don't know what she's doin' half the time." She thought and thought as she walked along the path to the city of Kelito.
This so concludes scroll one of The Story of Kesu.
Kesu
The story of Kesu begins long ago in Japan. The year is reffred to as the Feudel Era. Kesu's family was known throughout Japan for there magnificent fighting skills. Kesu was diffrent, though. The girl had no gift for fighting as the Hiwitari's did. Kesu Hiwitari was a failure. Kesu could not defeat a pumpkin even if she tried. Now that you know about Kesu, I assume you would like me to stop blabbering and get on with the story.
***
Kesu pulled out her samuria sword. She took a deep breath and swung it. She heard a huge cracking sound. She looked at what she had hit. She had hit her family's hut. The door had a huge slice right down the middle. Kesu had not meant to do this, but as everyone had always told her, she was a failure.
"Oh my word." Mrs. Hiwitari whispered. "KESU!" Yelled Kesu's father, Mr. Hiwitari. Kesu whimpered, she knew what would come next. A good yelling and then a lecture about the great ancestors. "Kesu what have you done now! I can't believe this! I just got the hut repaired yesterday and already you have damaged it...AGAIN!" Thundered Mr. Hiwitari. Mr. Hiwitari picked up Kesu and walked inside the hut.
Mr. Hiwitari sat down and his huge, muscular arms dropped Kesu into a chair next to him. "Now Kesu, every Hiwitari has been-" Mr. Hiwitari started only to have his only daughter finish HIS sentence for him. "The greatest fighters of there time." Kesu finished. Mr. Hiwitari nodded his head then started again with his lecture,"Yes, yes indeed Kesu. Grand Master Hiku, my great great grandfather was a war heroe for our low lying Japan. I want you to be just like him, Kesu. Every Hiwitari has been a great fighter, and my hope you will be has vanished." Kesu was so used to this lecture it didn't bother her. She just looked down at her feet.
3 years later *** 3 years later
Kesu was 20 years old, and now was her time to leave the small hut in Takena, Japan. Kesu had not improved one bit in her fighting and was hoping everyone would just stop whispering to each other,"She's never going to make it out on her own."
Kesu was dressed properly for the day. Her inky black hair up in a tight bun on the very top of her head, chestnut colored dress, bundle of food in hand, and samurai sword attached to waist. Kesu didn't see the point in taking it because she was sure it would not come in any use, since she was the worst fighter in all of Takena, Japan.
Now reader, I must tell you that in Takena, Japan, women and men were expected to be experianced fighters. And what they mean by experianced is, you must have fought a wild boar or bear, or even a wild turkey.
Any way, Kesu stood straight and still, facing the sun. "Good bye everyone, hope you have great lives." Kesu announced, then walked along the path. She heard someone shout,"Hope you find your destiney!" She doubted they really meant this. After all, most of the villagers did not like Kesu one bit. They always said,"That scrawny little git don't know what she's doin' half the time." She thought and thought as she walked along the path to the city of Kelito.
This so concludes scroll one of The Story of Kesu.