Lang Lang dreams of becoming a samurai when one day his life changes by what seems an occasional encounter, in a world where lost souls raid villages, and samurai are called to fend back a race of hollows, a man will come on top to save his brother...
In a world and time of wildest inventions, and professions, with the spiritual world closest to the human than it has ever been, a race of forsaken man has risen from the bleach of the past, and the man ought to convert them back the samurai's guild.
Along a road...
the scorching heat, reflects from the ground like ponds of water.
A man taking long breaths takes silent cat like steps...
Not so distant another guy transversing the street clumsy, and noisy...
burping along the way, arrogantly strikes a gaze towards, he bursts into a laugh.
The man was so silent, and smooth like water that for the clacking feet man it was comic.
Quick like a lightning bolt, without flash, and style, blood gauges from the poor teaser.
Simply astonishing like a crouching tiger, that was a fearless samurai.
In the tall grass, a small child was looking at the spectacle without doubt it was the most astonishing experience he had in his short, simple life.
The samurai knew about it, but said nothing, and walked across, the wheat field, a yellow, and fibrous, grain field.
The boy struck with awe, remained silent in vigilance under the stingy spines, trying not to make any noise.
A woman cries with a screech... Lang, Lang where are you?
The boy quickly gazes, and silently advances to the motherly figure.
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The days pass, a rainy climate, humid tempests... tuning sounds, mating calls, birds calling each other off.
A monotonous day, a day without sun light, but foggy suffocating air, a person comes to his house.
It was dark, stormy, tenebrous outside, when heavy steps profound, and deep, like an earthquake, a man knocks.
Tok. Tok. Tok...
Is anyone at home he says with an even deeper pitch.
I am here to see Lang; I would like to take him and make him my sword apprentice.
Lang hearing this was for the first time in his life of chores, and homework struck by a strong and vibrant feeling that felt like what her mom described as joy.
The same night during a heated conversation between his parents, he started mumbling, and whistling, gesticulating, and trying to take away his mother attention by making her laugh.
Opa silently, strikes a blow, and tells him to stop.
No Opa no way I am going to stop, I need to tell you that this same day a man, the same man I was talking about when I was hidden in the fields, came by.
An unusual thing for him as most of the time he just did his errands and went inside town to see the samurai contests with a group of childhood friends.
