[SIZE="4"]Turnset 2: The beggining of a new journey...[/SIZE]
After razing a poor village of the peace loving Mongolians, Fusajironstar Yamauchi was struck by a blow. But not one of solid, ice cold, steel. Way worse than that: a blow delivered by his own mind.
Not knowing what to do, he had to stop and meditate about his condition and about the path he had been trailing so far. He looked at the nearby mountains and, amazed by their beauty, decided that was a good place for contemplation and meditation.
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Meanwhile, Sareln Katayama realized he had forgotten his favorite katana at home. He couldn't keep going without it, so he started a long way home...
15 days is a loooong time...
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Jkaenmaki Jisai, after killing a bunch of poorly armed peasant archers, decided to make an ascetic journey through the woods, in search of enlightment. He was done fighting for now...
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Thestikazi Kounei and Bobiro Mifune were camping outside of the Mongolian capital of Karakorum, trying to come of with the best way of attacking it. Not knowing what to do and not happy with their odds, they set up camp and waited...
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Itto Ittomise, the renegate Samurai, the one that despised the Bushido and worshipped Sake instead, was last found torturing in several different ways the poor peasants of the Dutch empire. What a despicable man...
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The swords hardly were used during those days. Only one of the 7 legendary Samurai was still fighting, trying to find a way to keep improving. The most beloved of them all, Hon'iden Matahachibod, that always cared more for the others than himself, was fighting an internal conflict. He needed to improve and he needed to do it fast. He was falling behind his partners and the shame was starting to become unbereable...
There was only one way to do it: the pain is the one to teach us how to groan.
The dutch archers stood there, estoic. They were defending their families, their country. They would fight until the end, with all their strenght. But in Matahachibod's eyes, red with blood, they were only another of the circles in the spiral of death.
He charged!
A magnificent victory thought Ichabod how to heal his wounds while still moving, without needing any time to rest. Soon, he was ready for more.
ATTACK!!!
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In his last moment, Matahachibod asked himself: What is the meaning of the word invencible? Why couldn't he figure it out...?
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Poor Matahachibod died without knowing that invencible is just a word. Meaningless, like all existence. The same as the silence in which he now was...
In distant lands, the spiral kept on going... The blood wouldn't be allowed to dry...