M1: Way of the...Ronin?
Part II
Late Summer, Year 13
Early Afternoon
The battle was finally over, and any indication of a battle had been wasted away by his own accord. He had survived, he had kept his promise so far, and best of all? There wasn't a single scratch on him, but now came the hard part, a decision he didn't want to make, but one had to make regardless. Peering over the men that had helped him in the fight. He stared them down, and as he did, a tear formed at the corner of his eyes. Did they have to die? Was there no way for them to regain their honor? Yes, they were ronin, some of the lowest of trash, samurai who had abandoned their responsibilities and clan for their own selfish desires, but did that meant they couldn't be a given a chance to redeem themselves? He thought that and yet, he quickly ended up nodded his head once the idea sat within his mind. What was he thinking? Did he forget? Of course not....but deep down, he didn't want to admit it, that It was a sad but unfortunate truth that once you lost your honor, there was no going back, there would be no chance at redemption, no light at the end of the tunnel. You made your inner peace with your demon and accepted it, there was no going back. After a long pause, he closed his eyes and exhaled through his nose. Once he found himself centered, making himself as calm as he could be, considering the next action he was about to take, he rose his voice in a serious, almost cold like tone..
Tamashi Seto
"Enter the forest deep enough so no one will see...or hear you...and commit Seppuku....Whatever shame....or dishonor you brought before yourself and your family....are now gone, washed away by this sacrifice your about to make. May you and your families regain what little honor they can with your death's..."
With his order given, the hypnotized ronin that stood behind him, bowed their heads ever so slightly before they left his company, and began traveling into the forest they had came out of earlier. For a moment, he remained in place, momentarily closing his eyes, knowing full well what he had just done, before turning his head over his shoulder. With his crimson eyes, he peered into the forest but by than, the ronin were already gone from his view. He sighed, looking down. He was doing them a favor, or at at least, that's what he told himself. Though he gave the order, he was still uncertain about he had done. He didn't know why though, If felt wrong and yet, as the heir of the Tamashi Clan, and a samurai in training, this was how the real world worked for those whom broke their honor, though his mother may suggest otherwise. Standing there still, his legs unwilling to move now, he stood there waiting for several minutes, before deciding to move on, having came to the conclusion that the dirty deed had been done. There was no point on checking, he knew the power of his eyes, and only now, did he truly grasp what his eldest sister had been trying to tell him from the beginning. With these crimson eyes, they blessed him with great power, but also with great responsibility, a responsibility he could never forget, not even once, or else It It could bring disaster, not only on himself but others as well, especially those he cared about, but that just begged the question, should he even use this power, and If so, when and how? Such difficult questions and no answers. How troublesome....
Part II
Late Summer, Year 13
Early Afternoon
The battle was finally over, and any indication of a battle had been wasted away by his own accord. He had survived, he had kept his promise so far, and best of all? There wasn't a single scratch on him, but now came the hard part, a decision he didn't want to make, but one had to make regardless. Peering over the men that had helped him in the fight. He stared them down, and as he did, a tear formed at the corner of his eyes. Did they have to die? Was there no way for them to regain their honor? Yes, they were ronin, some of the lowest of trash, samurai who had abandoned their responsibilities and clan for their own selfish desires, but did that meant they couldn't be a given a chance to redeem themselves? He thought that and yet, he quickly ended up nodded his head once the idea sat within his mind. What was he thinking? Did he forget? Of course not....but deep down, he didn't want to admit it, that It was a sad but unfortunate truth that once you lost your honor, there was no going back, there would be no chance at redemption, no light at the end of the tunnel. You made your inner peace with your demon and accepted it, there was no going back. After a long pause, he closed his eyes and exhaled through his nose. Once he found himself centered, making himself as calm as he could be, considering the next action he was about to take, he rose his voice in a serious, almost cold like tone..
Tamashi Seto
"Enter the forest deep enough so no one will see...or hear you...and commit Seppuku....Whatever shame....or dishonor you brought before yourself and your family....are now gone, washed away by this sacrifice your about to make. May you and your families regain what little honor they can with your death's..."
With his order given, the hypnotized ronin that stood behind him, bowed their heads ever so slightly before they left his company, and began traveling into the forest they had came out of earlier. For a moment, he remained in place, momentarily closing his eyes, knowing full well what he had just done, before turning his head over his shoulder. With his crimson eyes, he peered into the forest but by than, the ronin were already gone from his view. He sighed, looking down. He was doing them a favor, or at at least, that's what he told himself. Though he gave the order, he was still uncertain about he had done. He didn't know why though, If felt wrong and yet, as the heir of the Tamashi Clan, and a samurai in training, this was how the real world worked for those whom broke their honor, though his mother may suggest otherwise. Standing there still, his legs unwilling to move now, he stood there waiting for several minutes, before deciding to move on, having came to the conclusion that the dirty deed had been done. There was no point on checking, he knew the power of his eyes, and only now, did he truly grasp what his eldest sister had been trying to tell him from the beginning. With these crimson eyes, they blessed him with great power, but also with great responsibility, a responsibility he could never forget, not even once, or else It It could bring disaster, not only on himself but others as well, especially those he cared about, but that just begged the question, should he even use this power, and If so, when and how? Such difficult questions and no answers. How troublesome....