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Juanito grimaced. Now he would have to shoot people. A big man rode. He rode to one of the samurai. The samurai was Jabiro’s disciple. Juanito liked Jabiro’s disciple. The big man was smiling. Juanito didn’t know why he was smiling, nothing was funny. He was heaving a big sword. Juanito had never been one of the brighter ones of his class. He wasn’t stupid though.
Estos en Europa no duran un segundo. Bam. The bullet whizzed in the air for a second. The big man heaving the big sword stopped smiling. He stopped smiling right before he was blown off his horse with a two inch hole in his chest. Juanito started reloading. |
D-Lotus wrote: |
Ethereal, I expected better of you. Just because you THINK I skim through your chapters, it doesn't mean you gotta skim through mine.... |
Chp 1 wrote: |
but most of all, you are happy…
One day, as you’re out gathering wood and small branches from a small forest next to your village, you hear horsemen galloping up the slope which then leads down to your village, and instinctivly you hide behind a pile of lumber. As the riders come closer, raising small dust clouds behind them, as you look at the men’s faces, you can see that your instincts paid off, they are robbers, and you fear for your village. You think of running down the hill and crying out to your neighbors and wife, warning them about the robbers, but they would surely kill you, and even if the villagers heard your warning, they would have no where to run, and would slowly be cut down, until the whole village was murdered, and that would be a waste of your life. So you wait and listen. |
Chp 1 wrote: |
The rest of the bandits, you counted forty in all, smile uneasily and give a brisk laugh, which sounded like dogs barking to your ears.
* You approach them all in a reconcilatory way, almost like if it were your fault. |
Chp2 wrote: |
But then you see your wife in the crowd, returning home, and you feel more tender torwards them. What fault did they have of what was happening?
* and Motoko, well, Motoko just looks, foolish… * “ We have nothing to offer you but three meals a day of rice-“ He gives you a blow in the head with his open fist and you scamper away from him in the ground leaving a cloud of dust all around you. He walks up to you and says: “ Farmer, do you make fun of me? I may be poor, but not a fool!” And he leaves. |
Chp 3 wrote: |
These reasons seem more convincing than their shouts, so you shout harder, although without reason, with all the noise that every one was making trying to get you to shut up…
* Then he started crying ,“ And we can save my daughter…” * “ This peasant actually thinks that anyone will help him, that’s what’s funny.” |
Chp 4 wrote: |
You stare dumbly. What are you supposed to do? You feel very hot, and it’s certainly not warm inside. Sweat runs down your forehead.
* you run at him, headbutting him in the testicles. “ouuuuugghh.” he cries. But you have no mercy. You feel cold inside as your hand grabs the knife in your shirt and you slice through his ribs easily. When the blood starts pouring out, and he sputters thrice before dying, falling into a heap, the realization kicks in at what you’ve done. * “ I will serve you better in my life that those men ever served you.”You say. |
Chp 5 wrote: |
As Monako watched him from a distance, each time he searched deeper into the man, he seemed to discern some sort of power that shook him from every part of his body.
* Monako’s thoughts were compelled to badness through some kind of strange judgment he, and many humans seem to have. It’s not that he was or would be drawn to badness although it is a compelling force, but if he were to be presented to a man, who he knew nothing of, and he is told nothing of, he would probably think of him as a bad man rather than a good man. So naturally, in this case, Monako sensed something, and not knowing anything about, he judged it to be a bad feeling. * You think of all the samurai you’ve met, and you seem to see a glimpse of all the honor and glory it must pay to be a samurai. They seem so loyal and understanding, and also brave. You wish you were like that, and then you could leave the village with your wife, and set into the horizon, to serve some far off lord. You are suddenly grasped by the idea of becoming a samurai * “Yes, sir” You answer, trying to sound enlightened but humble, but far from your purpose, you end up sounding like the croaking of a frog. * Who do you own your alliance to, peasants or samurai? The sword seems to loom closer to you, like it were slithering away from the dead corpse, and uniting itself with its new master….. |
Chp 6 wrote: |
Finally, Monako, with a last attempt to attack which failed, dropped his wooden sword, a sign that he gave up.
“I can’t win.” He said. “It took you long enough to admit defeat” * You stare at him before making a quick decision. You start crawling out of the stall amid a bath of perspiration. * She holds your hand then winks. “Maybe I’ll see you again. What’s your name again?” “Ki-kihachi.” “Kikihachi? I’ll be sure to remember that.” * “Koukaku. It is when one lord has so many children, that to avoid conflict, he gives his baby son a different name, and installs him in another position of life, sometimes, even farmers.” You look down. “Kihachi, your father wants to see you before he dies…… |
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“He had to. Besides, an old man’s heart grows weary of honor and dignity.”
* His face brightened, but something didn’t seem right. “Why of course- what makes you doubt I’m the kind of man that only really wants to help someone??” * Estos en Europa no duran un segundo. Bam. The bullet whizzed in the air for a second. The big man heaving the big sword stopped smiling. He stopped smiling right before he was blown off his horse with a two inch hole in his chest. Juanito started reloading. * He pulled a knife out of his obi and stabbed Motoko in the heart. Motoko gasped and fell to the floor, in the same moment Kihachi reached the man with a tree branch in his hands. Motoko stared at the sky, then closed his eyes and died. * Juanito gasped. He watched Kotomi lie on the ground. He’d killed him by accident! Mierda, mierda, mierda. He stared in horror as the chuckling bandits stripped his body of clothes and swords before joining the battle again. Juanito stared. He couldn’t stop staring… Kotomi’s dead body kept drawing him in…. * You watch as dozens of flies cling to your dead wife’s face and arms, where she has been cut at least ten times. Their monotonous noise makes your spine shiver as you stand there, your eyes wide. |
Chp 8 wrote: |
Both men drew their swords, their blades singing against their sheaths.
* And he controlled the power, the incredible power, of himself. What a gift life has given us, tat indeed, we can control ourselves. And what a curse. |
Chp 9 wrote: |
A cold blooded murderer, is that what his first kill had made him? Heartless, a bearer of unconventional ideals?
* Such useless loss fueled and fed his furious despair with supernatural strength. He felt himself hold the branch higher, his leg pump up and down faster, and then he felt himself bring the branch down on the mans skull. So much killing…ever from that first moment… The broken branch, laying on the ground, the dead coward, laying on the ground, his old friend, laying on the ground….and clutched in that malicious man’s hands, holding a prized position even in death, lay the simple knife. * She smiled. “What are you doing in my room, Kikihachi?” |
Chp 10 wrote: |
Monako knew instinctively who's the knife was.
He withdrew his sword and in one clean motion chopped the girl in half. She screamed in pain, but soon died. |
D-Lotus wrote: |
The big man was smiling. Juanito didn’t know why he was smiling, nothing was funny. |
ethereal_fauna wrote: | ||
I can see this man's smiling face, confident in his skills right up to the point where a bullet takes his life... |
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As the three men come screaming, their swords raised, he shifts his position, sending one sprawling just by shoving him with his shoulder. At the same time he strikes quickly and diagonally, getting one man in his open chest and the other in his stomach, spilling his guts out before either of them could bring down their long Katanas. He then finishes his gruesome job by slicing into the defenseless man who was getting up, and turns on four men who had decided to stop running away and organize themeselves into an attack. |
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The whole village marches through the old wooden bridge to the other side of the village. Soon you are all there, at the old mans house, but as the house is small, only Bakamonoyo Rikira, and you are allowed inside, apart from your old friend Motoko, who so far had stayed out of the dispute. You ask his advice. After a long while, he answers.
“Hmmmmmm” “Hmmmmmm” “Find Samurai” “What? Samurai? We don’t have money to pay them”You reply. “And besides,” says Bakamonoyo” They will just take our women and food themeselves and then run away!” Bakamonoyo had a young daughter, and he had heard that young daughters sometimes run off with samurai. “Don’t be a fool”You say”We can’t sacrifice the village for your daughter” “Find hungry Samurai…”says the old man, tired of us already. “But..” “Once a village survived like that when I was an young man, the robbers ran off…” “But we don’t have anything to offer them…” “Hmmmmmmm, find hungry samurai” “Hmmmmmm” And he talked no more. |
D-Lotus wrote: |
Well, he was old...like ethereal |
D-Lotus wrote: |
It seems strange that a lot of people like my first chapter and second chapter a lot, even though they were the worst ones.... |
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And yet, he could not attack his masters servant without his permission. His hakama gently brushing the waxed wooden floor, and his arms crossed, he made his way down the steps to his master.
The sound of the pant leg cloth scratched at each other. Zwwiiiip Zwwiiiip Zwwiiiip Kihachi dropped to his knees outside Monako’s room. “Come in.” came the voice from inside. The door slid open. Kihachi got up, his eyes looking at the floor in a respectful way. The man seemed to be writing something on his small desk. Kihachi walked in front of his master, dropped on his knees again, and bowed. Monako looked up from his work curiously. “Sometimes I wonder why you came back. It makes no sense. You could have run away, and nobody would have found you. What is it that truly ties you here even now?” Kihachi sat up at his masters voice. “Sir, it was a… promise. My honor binds me here.” Monako shrugged carelessly. He resumed his letter while talking. “Well, what do you want?” Kihachi’s eyes shifted to the letter. He quickly checked himself and looked back at the man’s turned face. “Sir, I do not mean to test your compassion or patience, but, if someone were to… ask permission to kill me, perhaps another servant what would you say?” Monako dropped his brush on the desk. He turned his head slowly torwards Kihachi. Monako’s cold eyes stared right at Kihachi. “Fool, do you really think I’d let anybody kill my own servant? Even if it were you to die, do you think I’d allow it? Do you?” Even if the room hadn’t been bare, giving him an excuse to look away, Kihachi would have returned his answer with his eyes fixed on Monako anyway. “I thought as much, sir. Pardon my imprudence.” Kihachi got up slowly and bowed. He walked backward torwards the door. Zwiiiip Zwiiiip Zwiiiip Just as slowly, he got down to his knees. Then he slid the door to a close amid the icy stares of the man inside. |
D-Lotus wrote: |
I bought these jeans that were way to big for me.... |
D-Lotus wrote: |
ummm....it wasn't big waist size, but the legs were... besides, guys wear big shirts...and besides, guy notice when that happens...girls don't, either that or they just wanna show.... |
D-Lotus wrote: |
I wouldn't say unique to the japanese, but maybe unique to westerners.... |
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