I ran and I ran. I put my
problems on the shoulders
of others. They had to suffer
at the hands of my enemies.
My enemies and I mimic each others’
movements. We shed blood together, felt
pain together, and thought about when we might
die together. Battle after battle how long will this war
last? Is this because I’m the best samurai in the land?
My fellow samurai try to destroy everything that is important to me.
I can remember when I had to kill my best friend Sanada. We grew up
together, trained together and I killed him in cold blood. His son is now a bastard
and his wife is now a widow. I think to myself what a predicament this is. How do I fix it?
If I live the other samurai will murder anybody connected to me in order to hurt me then they
will try to kill me to become the head samurai, but if I die my Loved ones will live and peace will
be restored. So it’s settled. Let my sword be the peacemaker, let my demise satisfy my enemies’
undying thirst for power, and let the slaughter of the innocent. This is the last time sword
will be used to save lives I thank the gods for my time life. I welcome this honorable death. It is the samurai way.