The Heart of the Warrior

Revenge

Revenge... Revenge... I'll make the street flow with blood.  That's all I need, I need revenge.  I have to kill them all.

The heat of the sun was beating down.  My skin began to burn when I opened my eyes.

I looked up at the light blue sky with all manners of birds.  I tried to sit up, my body ached, everything hurt.  I need to get my gear, I need to kill them all.

I crawled up the hill, all the way up.  1 hours later I found the burned remains of the house.

The ground was covered in blood and ash.  The blood had dried and the flies were loving it.  The ash of the house blew in the air making it hard to breathe.  I got to my feet and walked to the remains.

Buried in the ash was the skull of a child.  I fell to my knees with tears flowing from my eyes.  I clenched the skull so hard it shattered in my hands.  Eventually I returned to reality.

I searched the ruins and found my bow and arrows.  The carbon fiber and steel alloy saved them from burning up.  The bow was still warm and charred from the fire.  I put what was left of my gear back on and set out to have my revenge.

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The sky was dark and the small village was light up like the fourth of July.  I stood on an overlooking cliff just outside the village.   The killer of Tsuyoi and Kira was walking around completely drunk from celebrating.

He walked in his house and I began my approach.  I grabbed a lamp from a light post and threw it at the house.  The killer's house erupted in flames.  I backed up and watched as the house burned and light other homes on fire.

I took my bow and drew an arrow back.  The line was pulled all the way back causing great power.  The evil man stepped out with 2 katanas drawn and ready.  He looked to his right and saw me, and I let the arrow fly.

Going 130 mph the arrow sliced the air.  The tip of the arrow pierced the man's skull and went straight through.  Blood splattered all over the air.  The arrow kept flying and lodged itself into another man's heart.

The killer fell to the ground covered in blood and brain matter.  I walked up to the deceased man and grabbed his blades.  As I looked I realized that they were mine.  The bastard took my swords, he deserved death.

A woman ran out of the burning house crying hysterically.  She fell down on the ground ounce she saw the dead man.  She kept saying "No... No... No, who the f@$! did this."

I raised my hand to represent that I had killed him.  She looked at me and then back at the man, and cried.

Five men with full sets of armour came running around a corner and were coming at me.  I dropped my bow and took out Senshi and Murasame.  The men were obviously new because I easily deflected their attacks and then sliced them in half.

Blood ran through the streets like a river and I turned around and began to walk away, this village has had enough of me.

One Week Later

All the sake in the world couldn't stop my grief.  I am a monster, I am the monster of Japan,  I'd be better for everyone if I just died.

I was in a bar in the middle of Tokyo drinking all the alcohol I could get a hold of.  All the money that I had left was gone now.

I was sitting at the bar just staring at the empty bottle.  The door to the bar opened and a woman walked in.

I turned towards the woman and a shuriken came flying at me.  I jumped back to avoid the shuriken, but the devilish device lodged itself into my right shoulder.
I fell down onto the floor and the woman charged at me.  I took Senshi and blocked the blade.  I looked up at the attacker and saw her face for the first time in this duel.  It was the woman who was crying over the death of the killer.

She kicked me in the ribs and I gasped for air.  I slipped Senshi off her blade and grabbed her blade with my bare hand as I stabbed her in the neck.

Blood began to ooze out of her wound and my hand.  Blood spread all over the floor of the ground.  The bartender screamed in horror at the sight, and he sprinted outside of the bar.

I threw the woman's body off of me and stood up.  Blood was dripping off of my cloak and was squishing underneath my worn down shoes.

I walked out of the bar and into the street where I saw a person I would never of thought would be there.

It was the Lady of The Lake, Oda Asika.