Jiro Shoei’s eyes lit up endlessly. He couldn’t believe he was able to be with Syouei again. He looked to the heavens, praying to whoever existed up there. ‘’Thank you.’’The day may not have started brightly as his face looked right now, but he never thought he would get the opportunity to see Syouei again. ‘So if this could work, does it mean other things can be corrected too?’ He thought of other things he could change as he pondered within his crowded mind. The feathers in his steps, the glow in his eyes, and the electricity that ran through his body were one of a kind. First time in a long time he was like that. “Jun.” His countenance briefly switched. He looked for an opportunity, if any, to get back with Jun. It would be a miracle to be with Syouei and Jun again. It was already a miracle to be with Syouei now. “Man! A lot has happened since...” Jiro tilted his head and cleared his throat. It wasn’t the time to talk about sad things like that; especially now that Syouei was
“After our punishment, I refused to join her to sneak out like we used to. I missed it, and it became a problem in our friendship. Our friendship was drowning and it fought to be saved. I had no one anymore, she could have the whole school if she wanted. After a while and a deep thought, I told her after training to meet me outside at night. I was lonely, I missed her.” A tear rolled down Jiro’s right cheek. “I really wish I hadn’t. I should have just remained lonely. I shouldn’t have tried what I did. I just wanted my friend back. I am sorry.” His head faced down in disappointment and in guilt of what had happened.“Whatever happened, you do not need to beat yourself too much about it. This happened a long time ago. You can forgive yourself Jiro.” Syouei moved closer to him. He put his arm around Jiro’s shoulders. The sound of his regret continued in the form of his head calling back the tears that streamed from his nostrils. “It was not a long time ago; it still feels like yesterd
“...I couldn’t save her. Even if I wanted to, I didn’t know how to. Nobody knew. Nobody still knows. Except... Kakashi.”All eyes turned toward Kakashi whose teeth chattered and his body shivered with uncontrollable frequency. Kakashi looked on with raised brows and cold lips. He couldn’t reply. There was nothing he did that he knew. He just saw an opening he could take, and he used the opportunity to take it. There was no other explanation for it. He thought of all this but he couldn’t say it. He just wrapped the blankets around himself as tight as he could. Daichi’s eyes were still closed, and his body shivered in patches; this got Zoa and Tanya worried. They were happy to have him back, alive, all thanks to Kakashi who got in to save him.“So how did you recover again?” Tanya’s gaze ventured into the afterthought of the stranger being back conscious. He was out for the longest, but he was now back. He stood tall, taller than everyone in the room as he stared at Jiro who was now
“Ready the horses!” Tomi shouted the emperor’s orders. The guards rallied around to get more horses from their stables while Tomi went to get properly dressed for the occasion that was at hand. The generous clanging sounds of steel against steel were a testament to the extravagance of steel weapons possessed by Yahuza in their arsenal.The guards trooped into the armoury, making way with their preferred weapons. Bows & arrows hung on a special wall, away from crossbows and the special katana swords that showcased the true craftsmanship of the Yahuza people. Their steel weapons were their most notable skill. Their katana swords made them very famous in the land. Only a select few knew they had even better resources at their disposal. The unmistakable thud of footsteps echoed in the gigantic halls of the palace, and the marching sounds of his war boots left the guards feeling underdressed and unprepared as his robe floated with the gentle breeze that resonated with his grace. The emp
The horse’s whinny cut through the silence, a plea for convenience with a mix of fear and discomfort in its tone. It was a loud cry for its rider to either ride or get off it. Doctor Haishi was jolted from his deep thoughts. He had to make a decision and he had to make it now. His frustration boiled over like a pot left unattended, bubbling with a mix of desperation and helplessness, as he remembered he had no map with him any longer. His swearing words echoed his dissatisfaction to the ears of Mother Nature, a lost feeling that surmounted the herculean task ahead of him. ‘You have to make a choice now: are you going to save the raider who saved your life, or are you going to join the band to watch him die?’ His thoughts gave him no luxury in the morality of a second choice. It felt like he had aged a year on the spot as he filled his mind with thought after thought of scenarios and eventualities. A cruel fate of guilt and regret seemed to always end the thoughts that fuelled his m
The muffled sounds from the dead trees whistled past the hearing distance of Doctor Haishi as he turned to look around him for a movement. He had been moving on the hilly route with ease and although he needed to catch up with his troop, he was certain of his possibility of catching up with them. He kicked the sides of his horse to generate more speed to run past whatever made the sounds he had heard. He still heard his stomach growl in protest of not being fed; he was left jealous as his horse reminded him of the fuel generated from eating as it powered up the speed it ran with. Whoosh! A whistling sound of force-fuelled hoofs projected by the flash movements, crunching sounds of breaking twigs, and the distance covered in seconds were testament to the incredible speed and ground-covering that Doctor Haishi’s horse left in its wake. Doctor Haishi’s breath rivaled his horse as it paced up and down, his head turning back to see if anyone followed closely behind. He was pleased w
“He is awake!” rang through the tents and woods. “He’s awake” The guard announced as he ran toward the emperor who was resting in his tent. An outstretched arm stopped his lunging steps in its tracks, forcing his legs to shuffle as he bumped into the sudden flailing arm. He caught himself from falling, looking up at Tomi’s face scolding his lack of respect.“Apologies, commander.” The guard bowed his head to pay his due courtesy.“Why do you run recklessly toward the tent of the emperor? Do you have no regard for the emperor himself?” Tomi assumed an intimidating posture over the guard, causing the guard’s face to open up its pores in the production of water. “I am sorry, commander. I have news to pass to the emperor, I got excited. I apologize for my recklessness and disrespect.” His face remained a bow.“Ahh Mmm ah...” The pleasurable sounds of whores from within the tent caused a distraction in the head of the guard, as the droplets of water on his face were held up by the protr
“How far have you gone to stay?” Tomi voiced out his suppressed thoughts since they started the journey to where they kept one of Master Yonda’s men.“We are no longer far away. We didn’t want to disturb everyone with our noise, so we decided to stay a bit away for now.” The guard responded.Tomi had one hand on his sword which was in its sheath, by his hips. He looked around with cautious glances, registering every bird chirp and leaf number. “We are here.” The announcement brought the scanning of his head to a brief halt, as he relaxed his grip on the handle of his precious sword.The blanket covered a heap of bags on the ground, and he looked at the guards that were now up on their feet; a respect paid to their commander. “What is this?” Tomi asked the guard who brought him to the site that was. The guard looked at the floor to the person who lay there, he thought it was obvious enough. He exchanged glances with the other guards and through their faces, he could tell they shared