When I started to train it was all fun or that was what I thought . We were diciplined when we were naughty and trained for sox hours nonstop and if you were fighting outaide the dojo you were kick out. And at that time I was five years old
20 years went by and my beloved sensei died in battle then as he said if someone ever killed him or if he died in battle . I must avenge him and so I did I join the military and fought ever day and night the day troops were samurai and the night troops were ninjas and those who were brave enough fighting day and night were tactical but it was only me and my 5 friends who were tactical troops our senses were sharper than all the other troops . The first day of war for me was like it almost never would come and the it would never leave
YOU ARE READING
the cold war
Randomits a book about a samoria that rebelled again the king and found his long lost father in a prisoner camp
