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Alright, I'm new to role playing, and to Samurai itself. I'd appreciate any critisism to improve my story. Also, if were suppost to follow a specific guideline rather then create our own, let me know and I will attempt to create a story through those guidelines.
Kesugi Kenchu, a Samurai among Soldiers
Cold, it was so cold. Layers of snow coated the dead minutes after they had fallen. Samurai and Soldiers from both sides hadn’t seen an hour’s peace in weeks, until this day. Leaders from the both sides had directed their armies back to their camps for a day’s peace.
Much discussion was occurring amongst the Samurai leaders, they knew victory was within their grasp. They knew, twenty four hours from now, they would ride to their victory.
For the Japanese Soldier’s, there was very low moral, for all of their leader’s had fallen. By rank, next in command was Kesugi Kenchu. He knew the odds of their victory, yet, had faith. This faith gave his Soldiers strength, and they prepared to make their final stand.
Hours passed, their day’s peace was coming to an end. After a nights sleep and food in their stomachs, both sides were ready for the final battle. The Samurai had outnumbered the Japanese Soldiers ten to one, but these odds meant nothing to Kesugi and his men. The two sides had formed the lines, waiting to see who would make the first move.
Arrows were fired, the Samurai had a surprise force attacking from the seas. From these attacks the rest of the Samurai army began to rush for battle. Kesugi ordered his Soldiers to attack the main army. He had believed their arrows would be rendered useless when crowed amongst the rest of the Samurai.
Men and women were falling quicker then before. The Soldiers fought bravely, but at times, bravery can be a terrible enemy. The Soldiers fought until only one stood tall, Kesugi. Three men rushed towards him, their sabers held high, he dived towards the man on his right, piercing his armor with his blade. He then used the mans body as his shield from the other two, *Crash*, they had slashed their fallen Samurai. He then rushed towards the two, retrieving a nearby sword on the ground, slicing between the two of them.
Many others attempted to take down the Soldier, but he was well trained with his saber. He fought the Samurai until he was shot down by the archers. As he fell to the ground, he looked at his hands, they were covered in his own blood. He assumed his time had come, but he thought wrong. As the victorious Samurai army was leaving the lands, the leaders approached his slowly dying corpse. He had gained their respect, and they knew he was more then just an ordinary Japanese Soldier, he was truly a Samurai at heart.
They took him with them, nourished him back to health, and he had accepted their hospitalities and learned the ways of the Samurai. Months passed, until he was forced to once again, fight in a way of Soldiers and Samurai, but this time, he fought as a Samurai, prepared to make his future through their guidance.
To be continued… |