A long time ago when i was a boy i remember waking up to go in the fields with my father where he used to teach me the way of the samurai...intense traning everyday with him up until i was fourteen...Then one morning i awoke to here the souds of gunshots...so by my insticnt i walked outside to see my father and mother lying motionless on the deck of our small home in okinawa japan...I then grabbed my fathers sword and walked out of the porch...I heard some men chatting amongest themselves...So i figured i should walk over and see what they were talking about...Before they could get a word out i killed them all and in fear i fell to my knees and cried for my father...To this day i remember the voice...the voice that saved me..."Hey son it will be okay take this rice ball..."
to be continued...
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