The Heart of the Warrior

The Year of Storms

The bloody ground squished underneath my feet. Bodies littered the ground, my sword dripped blood, my leg oozed out blood, and in the distance a storm was coming.

The storm hit with its full force one hour later. My shelter was blown away within minutes of the storm. I had no choice but head for higher ground and fine shelter. I found a large grove of trees that were 20 feet high. I took shelter, and began to survive ounce more.

On the fourth day of me being in Japan the storm stopped. Survival continued, I hunted all day, then at night sneak into Kyoto to sell furs and meat in exchange for grains and fruit.

On the 60th day of being in Japan another storm hit Honshu. The storm lasted 6 days, at the end of the storm I was experiencing hypothermia. The sun returned and I slowly got better

On the 210th day of me being in Japan, cold storms hit Japan. I froze almost alive, the thing keeping me alive was my bear pelt. One day while in Kyoto an old woman approached me.

"Young man, you don't have a jacket. How do you stay warm?"

I looked down at this innocent old woman and replied "with this beat pelt."

"How? How about I make it into a jacket for you? It will keep you warmer."

"I would love that, thank you."

She took the pelt and started to work on it. A few hours later she came out with a cloak like cloth. It was as dark as night and almost touched the floor.

"Sorry it's so long, I wanted you to be really warm so I used some other clothes to make it."

I took the cloak and bowed. I gave a piece of gold and was on my way.

On the 305th day of being in Japan another storm hit Japan. The storm lasted for 1 month. During this storm the grove I took shelter in was destroyed. I had no where to go except closer to Kyoto.

On the 347th day a storm came in. It lasted till the 365th day. On that day I allowed myself a day to myself. I walked into town, the ground still wet. I looked around and found a bar.