You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
((How do you respond?))
Kenshin, Kenkaku...
My eyes glanced through the sorroundings, Scanning every detail. People who saw my face would see a scar on my left check, my Dark blue eyes shining through the darkness. And my odd attire, I didn't fit in with them. I walked with a sheath on my hip, A blade that carries the blood of many battles, And has caused much loss. But for what does this one care for that? Sometimes, i see, its always the people who cause things to happen, that suffer the most for it.
i looked over at the fine old lady, I remained a neutral face. Before taking a smile and sitting down, In my country we sit on our knees. An old tradition that i got accustomed to, Something that may seem odd.
"My story? ... Its not a story thats worth telling, But i shall still tell you a tale. I was a soldier for my country, I grew up training the art of the sword. My master was a person who desecrated the battlefields, a field general. He retired, having taken a step away from the spotlight. he trained me in the art he used to practise. He said i was a prodigy, Not like i had anyone else to confirm it. I grew up alone, Until it was that i was called to battle. Wars are fought quite commonly now a days, Dont you think? Many battles i fought, Many lives ive taken. My blade is bloody, and one day. i was at my breaking point, So. i left my country, I refused to fight any more battles. Even if i was a prodigy, and my comrades continously praised my leadership or swordsmanship. I left my country, my honor lost. I wandered this world, Exploring the scenery, The civilizations i would not have seen or hear of otherwise, And thats how i found myself here... Im a vigilante,
It may seem sudden but yes, I fight with my sword for good now."
Ive taken many lives, the least i can do is use the art of killing for good. The only way to truly end evil, is to put it to rest. at what point is killing a just decisision? I wonder that myself sometimes...
"all and all, this one is just a wandering Samurai. Pleasure to make you acquaintance"
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