A young ninja stood against the dark Samurai, above them a crimson colored sky and dark clouds, as the gentle winds whispered death as they carried the scent of blood. The village which the young ninja standing before the dark samurai knew as home was in shambles. Fires arose from the buildings; others were in shambles, the bodies of men, women, and children lie everywhere. The only noise to be had was the gentle stirring of the water, the wind blowing through trees and bloodstained grass, and ninja’s only two comrades left, fighting off the remain numbers of the samurai horde. All seemed to be still, the samurai swung down his great blade which the young ninja evaded narrowly and made his own slash to counter. The samurai’s speed and power however, was too much for the young ninja. With a simple maneuver, too fast for the ninja to even see, his enemy had escaped his slash, and soon he received a kick to the stomach. This impact was unlike anything he’d ever felt; and it grounded him.
The ninja lay on his stomach, feeling the samurai hover over him. “And to the Dragon Lineage, I give my final regards.” The dark samurai said, these words echoed through the young ninjas head. He wanted to get up, but his body could not keep up with his will, as though he was paralyzed. As the samurai began plunging his blade down the sound of metal clashing could be heard.
A strong warrior stood on the young ninja’s side, having parried away the samurai’s blade. It was the man who taught the young ninja how to use a sword. The two began fighting; the young ninjas teacher pushed back the dark samurai as the young ninja observed his teacher fighting. His teacher had a clear mind, with ferociously fast, yet calm movements.
It struck the young ninja that the hordes were dead, but it also struck him that he and his teacher were the only two left. He felt shameful at his inability to protect his comrades. Slowly he began to rise to his feet, still in awe of the fight before his eyes. He could hardly see the movements. Never before had he seen his master fight, and now the young ninja began to better understand his teachings.
A powerful blast came from the samurai and knocked his teacher back. The young ninja’s eyes widened as a blade was plunged through his teacher’s chest, and ripped through his torso. The young ninja began to glow with an inner light. “Shisho….” He said, looking down at his teacher. The dark samurai returned his view to the young ninja.
“Shisho.”, he repeated, looking blankly at his master’s body. The samurai once more raised his blade, at its height, the young ninja dropped the act and slashed through the samurai. “Shisho taught me this, he called it, the fishing worm.” The young ninja said to the samurai, now on his knees. The young ninja’s blade then disconnected the samurai’s body and head.
The young ninja began searching around the village for anyone. Among the masses were none, except for corpses. “They’re all dead.” The young ninja said, “all dead.”
The young ninja took scrolls from all places in the village, which contained teachings for his future, but others would be lost forever.
From a distance one could see the flames of the village. Walking out from these flames was the young ninja. “Father, Shisho, mother, sisters, brother, you will be avenged.” He muttered to himself. “The dragon lineage is dead. It died with the rest of the village, I am Kouga.”
The young ninjas true name may never be known.
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