Maximus rose, or just max is apart of the rose family.....or use too. He ran away at a young age after years of being neglected and abused. After he left he was trained by a blacksmith who was the last of a long line of noble warriors called samurai...
I placed the last rock to bury my sensei, i pretty much considered him a father but i never called him it and he never called me son. I knew he thought of me as one, but he always called me student. He was a great teacher and father. I grabbed his sword that was right next to me as i was kneeling. I slowly unsheathed the sword and stuck it into the pile of rocks covering his body. I placed the sheath down and bowed my head down on the ground paying my respects. I stood up after awhile and looked at his grave then the single tree by his grave and the view of the sea in front.
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(Ignore the monk)
Then i turned around to see the house we trained and lived in.
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I walked into the house going down a hallway to my sensei's room. I hesitate to open the door remembering all the nice memories we had together when i was only a kid after.....i can dwell on the past. If i do, i can't become a true samurai. I open the door and head over to a dresser that's meant to hold a set of armor with swords. sensei told me that when he died after teaching me all the ways of the samurai to open this cabinet. I opened the cabinet wide with both my hands to see a set of armor and a set of swords.
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