Right before I dissipated out of this dimension, I took a good look at this bastard's face, it reminded me a lot of the face of my adopted father, a face that I would rather not like to remember, but instead, am forced to recall upon the day he died, the guilt that I felt when he passed on, and this 6 winged bastard uses his face as a false memento, a way of taunting me, because, whatever samurai, no matter the amount of atrocities committed, would not even equate to 1% of the hatred I harbour towards this feather wearing deceiver, whatever benevolence he showed to me was merely just a facade he used to get me to do his bidding.
As I looked to the right side of the samurai's body, his sheathed katana lay untouched. As soon as I took a glance at the sword, I rolled over the almost decayed and rotted body of the deceased samurai, managing my best efforts to not get infected by the corpse.
My senses have been restored, and thanks to that, I could smell the absolutely horrid odour that came from that corpse, it reeked to the point that I was possibly going to pass out after just a whiff of it, and the sight of the corpse was not any better, thank goodness there weren't any maggots writhing in and out of the flesh wounds.
I yanked the sword, flung open the broken cage "door" that I poorly latched on, and got as much fresh air as possible. I nearly threw up on the spot, thinking about how much that body has rotted for, it looked mangled to me, it was perhaps a bad reminder of all the horrors I saw during the war with the Yahtzee empire.
It was dark outside, almost as dark as black ink, for not even the stars could be seen from where I stood, it was nigh-pitch black, almost as if light was completely erased for a brief period by a supernatural force outside this dimension.
And yet, as I quickly took a glance at the road leading forward, I somehow managed to see a sight which was unkindly to my return.
As panic ensued within my body shivers ran up my spine and almost pissed myself again, I ran towards the backside of the bamboo cage along with the samurai katana latched on to my back using the sash attached to it, (as well as the sharpened log that I had carved out in preparation for an all out assault), there I would regain my composure and be able to overcome my adversaries.
I took another glance at the footpath, there, Kuro-sama and two of his other underling samurai paced their way forward towards the bamboo cage where they presume I am held captive.
To them, I am just another toy they could play with, but by the blessings of the "One Who Made Light and Dark", I would deliver upon them double, tenfold, perhaps even 100 times the pain that they had given me in my arse.
As the three approached the cage I was previously held hostage in, one of the underlings marched over behind Kuro-sama and whispered in his ear:
'Kare wa nemutte iru yōda, daimyo-sama, kare o okosubeki ka?'- 'He seems to be asleep, Lord, should we wake him up?',
The daimyo's face lit up to a hue of red and orange, perhaps due to his hatred of foreigners, perhaps due to his hatred of his subordinates idiocracy, perhaps both, yet he shrugged off the suggestion and continued zestfully making his way over to the bamboo cage.
As he lunged over and stood in front of the cage, he took a glance in through the small, gaping holes in each of the bamboo grates, as if he was predatorily stalking his victim, whom in the worst case scenario... would be me.
As he grabbed a hold of one of the grates, he tried violently shaking the cage with all his might to wake up his "captive", unbeknownst to him, is standing right in front of him on the other side.
As this guy swung the cage back and forth aggressively, the rope tore off from the grates at the top of the cage and sent the daimyo hurtling backwards onto his ass.
'Kore wa ittai nani no gukōda?'- 'What kind of sick prank is this?' the daimyo said in many different tones which I could not differentiate between awe, anger or betrayal.
The daimyo looked around and told his subordinates to scan around the place in the case of a shinobi ambush.
One of the underlings went inside the bamboo cage and discovered that the body was not that of mine but of the previous samurai that was killed by the daimyo, however he could barely make any words out as he rolled out just as quickly as he went into the cage due to the horrid smell of the corpse, the samurai himself was gagging on his own spit and held both of his hand to his mouth as he restrained himself from throwing up on the spot, he seemed traumatised, both from the sight of the corpse, as well as the rank odour emitted from it.
The other underling glanced up at the structure of the minka on the left and perceived the outline of the sharp metal bucket that he gave me earlier in the day to drink water out of.
He gave into his suspicions and inched close towards the metal bucket, he had just moved himself into the place where he takes his last breath, and oh boy was he in for a treat.
In my mind, I hoped for grace from the "One Who Made Light and Dark", perhaps he could grant me a favour and let me do his bidding on his behalf. I heaved up the heavy log and prepared to get my hands dirty once more, for the first time in 40-ish years.
As the samurai underling raised his hand and pointed at the metal bucket planted on the top of the minka, he inquired to his superior, the daimyo, 'Oi, daimyo-sama, itsu kara sore ga soko ni atta nda?'-'Hey, Lord, since when did that get up there?'.
As soon as the underling inquired the question to the daimyo, I took the chance and gave up my hiding place and charged towards the samurai, only thing was, they don't know that one of them will not return with their head.
Alarmed, all three of the samurai unsheathed their weapons and became alert, the one in the back dropped his sheath, knowing that he doesn't have a definite chance of survival.
'KAKATTE KOI!' the daimyo said in his valour, confident that he would defeat me, but just as soon as I reached a 10 feet radius in front of the daimyo, I came to a skidding halt and chucked the log as high as I could, at an 80* angle, exactly 2.5 metres above ground floor.
Visible confusion struck both of the underlings, and even the daimyo himself, as they expected a full blown hit and run attack.
I used the grace of the 'One Who Made Light and Dark', and by his grace, the log tipped the edge of the sharp metal bucket.
The bucket leaned over the edge of the minka and swung at a speed that no man, beast or creature could react to, it swung directly ahead of the samurai underling in the back.
The bucket cut right through the samurai's head, as he could merely react in time to the end of his meagre existence.
As the lad's head lobbed off his shoulders and landed onto the pavement, it rolled down the footpath and kept rolling its way down until it wasn't even visible from the naked eye.
His body landed onto the spot where he stood just seconds before. Blood sprayed all over the gravel and even onto both of the minka. It was a gruesome sight, even for a man who saw horrible atrocities at wartime, even this was too much to handle. It was nigh-pitch black outside, and even so, the blood littered onto the ground is implicitly deprived. I could not fathom taking another life, but I had to follow through with it, as my life depended on it.
The other samurai underling behind Kuro-sama was left petrified of the sight to behold, tears could be seen welling up in his eyes, the blade dropped out of his hand and he fell onto both of his knees, he cried out 'DANZOOOOOO!' as he sobbed over his deceased subordinate.
The daimyo strengthened his grip on his katana, as he seemed more enraged and bloodthirsty than mournful and sorrowing, almost as if he viewed Danzo as a grain of sand at the beach.
Before he could even make the first move, the other samurai lynched onto his katana on the ground, now soaked in Danzo's blood, and charged at me with the intent of not just to kill, but to torture and mutilate as well.
He charged, sword in hand, like a bull at the sight of a red flag, even with his life on the line, he couldn't care if he got hurt, all he wanted to do was hurt, and all he will receive is a world of hurt.
The samurai slashed at the region above my chest, with a swift and sweet swipe, had I not timed myself to duck in the slash, I would had my jaw lobbed right off.
Using my grace, his katana got stuck between the fourth and and fifth post in the cage grates, allowing me to take advantage of the situation and kick him in the mid-section with just 10% of my given strength. The kick sent the samurai hurtling towards the posts of the minka, where he was rolled over onto his backside.
His yoroi armour laid in cracks, dents were seen in the padding of his midsection. His helmet flung off his head as he was sent hurtling towards the posts of the minka on the right. He laid there, still of motion, and had not moved a single muscle since he was flung across the alleyway. I knew he still barely conscious, however I believe (from the way he fell) that he has six broken bones in his legs, five broken bones in his rib cage, two broken bones in his spine, and perhaps a mild form of CTE given to him from the blunt force trauma of him landing after the kick.
'Beat that!' I arrogantly spoke out against the daimyo, whom I could almost feel his blood pressure rising from the bottom of the floor to the summit of any Alpine mountain range.
As he sighed through the mouth, an evil grin waltzed across his face as he began to show off his pearly whites, he clears his throat and speaks in near perfect English, 'I did not expect this much of you, foreigner-san, you seem to have the wits, the strength and the speed, but do you have the courage to face against me?', to me, what shocked me more than his crave to fight a worthy opponent who just slaughtered both of his underlings, is the fact that he can speak English in a pure Japanese accent, and yet still be understandable to a certain degree.
'Not much of a talker, no?, I like people of that kind, it makes me slaughtering them even more fun for me! But I like you, yes, you seem to be the right candidate to be my apprentice, you have the strength, the intelligence, all you need is my guidance and you'll get all the experience you need!'
He sheathed his sword and fell into a relaxed posture, his smirk did not seem to falter, even as he made his way over to where I stood, taking very slow, uncanny strides at a moderate pace.
'STAY BACK' I yelled out to him, as I paced my way backwards towards the katana I had left on the ground behind the bamboo cage.
He responded with a calm, unprecedented response, 'Relax, I am not going to hurt you, if I wanted to, I would have done it the day I found you, now come here and kneel before me as I make you my imperial, a noble, a chief hatamoto.'
I unsheathed the katana, but just as I held it out in front of me, a divine voice rung in my head and spoke in a tone that I had just spoken to, just two minutes ago, '"DO AS HE SAYS, TRUST IN ME AS I HAVE TRUSTED IN YOU, FOR MY GRACE AND MY POWER WILL SURROUND YOU TODAY, EVEN IN WAYS YOU LEAST EXPECT IT!'.
Hearing this, I had much rather been perplexed at the fact that the 'One Who Made Light and Dark' had looked after me all this time, rather than his strange request to kneel before the daimyo.
I reluctantly shuffled forward towards the spot where the katana lay stuck between the posts, and knelt before the daimyo on both of my knees. As the daimyo pranced his way over and stood right in front of me, he kindly requested me to 'Lower your head, for you shouldn't look a daimyo in the eye without his permission.'
As part of the task to wipe out the samurai of this period, I lowered my head, not because I want to, but out of fear that the 'One Who Made Light and Dark' deem me as unworthy.
The daimyo then walked over towards where my back faced the direction of the well, and stood right behind me, menacingly.
He then withdrew his sword from his sheath and placed it direct over my head, 'This will only take a second, be honoured in the name of Kuro-sama, the daimyo of the Kanto region, deem you worthy of my approval-', as he lowered the blade towards my right shoulder, he continued, '-to be my rightful servant,-', he continually raised the sword over my head and onto my left shoulder, '-to be my replacement, should I be unavailable or have been terminated, and finally-', he rose the blade right over my head, staring at the back of my head with malicious intent, 'TO DIE AT THE HANDS OF KURO-SAMA THE GREAT DAIMYO!', he lowered the blade at a speed that not even a cheetah could read nor react to, fast enough to make a sonic boom, the slash of the blade sent a ripple through the wind which sent dust surrounding the alleyway up into the air and make everything practically impossible to see through.
As the dust settled, it was inevitable who had won this endeavour, Kuro-sama's blade stopped mid-way through slicing my head open like a watermelon, for in his mid-section lay a sharp blade that pierced through him like a needle. He started coughing up blood, and it spewed everywhere he coughed, he coughed up so much blood that it sounded like he was gagging on his own tongue.
'*Cough* *Cough*, you bastard, how did you *Cough* react to my slash with such great reaction speed th- *Cough*, that you could remain practically untouched and yet *Cough* injure me gravely?', the daimyo couldn't even stand on both of his feet, instead crouching down in agonising pain, as he curled up into a ball to showcase the regret of his actions.
To put it simply, I snatched the katana stuck in the logs just as he started lowering his blade, created a ripple effect through the ground by cutting through gravel to create dust (as well as the fact the daimyo's strike broke the sound barrier), and finally, I used the distraction to pierce right through his stomach like a pin cushion.
I stood up onto my feet and stood over the curled up daimyo, I spoke to him in a very discouraging tone, 'Y'know Kuro, you really are as disgusting as you look, I mean you didn't even mourn the death of your own comrade, you own killed one of your own men because he stood up to you, this is karma for your actions, you will now die an agonising death and rot in hell like the swine you are, may the devil have fun with you!'
Kuro's last words to me were 'Fuck you, barbarian *Cough* *Cough* swine!', after rolling around writhing in pain, he let out a final few grunts of pain before succumbing to his injury and blood loss. Kuro lay motionless on the floor, his eyes and mouth wide open as blood seeped out of all three holes.
For the first time in my life, taking a life did not effect me in the slightest, in fact, I felt relieved when Kuro bled out to death, as it marked a major upheaval in power.
I made my way over to the grass field, raised my hand out, closed my eyes and commanded, 'By the power of the 'One Who Made Light and Dark', I command that the replica of the Fairy-Tale Maker be rebuilt in his glory!'
At first, when I opened my eyes, nothing happened, the wind blew away chaff, but not a single ounce of a miracle was spotted.
Then as a patch of grass flew right into my eye, it stood right in front of me, the replica of the Fairy-Tale Maker I had built, now fixed and fresh.
As I made my way over to the control panels, the samurai that I had kicked across earlier stood up completely dazed and charged at me from around 150 metres away, screaming 'BANZAIIIIII!', without a weapon, nor a fully healed body, hell not even a fully functioning brain, mind you, he even tripped on his own comrades blood and fell on his ass.
As soon as he crossed the backside of the minka, a loud roar could be heard from the left hand side of the minka, which scared both me and the samurai shitless, in fact, it sent the samurai hurtling backwards and onto his back once more.
The Nemean lion walked over to him on all fours in a digitigrade manner from the back end of the minka, as it strutted over to the samurai, who laid helpless on the floor.
Right as it was about to turn the corner and chow down on the samurai, it turned towards me and gave me a wink, as if it were telling me, 'I got this sonny, you fed me, so I'll aid you, now you make your own way home, you don't wanna see what happens next!'
Right as it turned the corner, 4 other cubs showed up right behind it (perhaps one of them was the same cub signalling meows towards me earlier), the poor cubs, who all looked identical to the parent, had seemingly went days without food or water, but now it's their lucky day, because they get fed an idiot who chose to mess with a god's servant.
As I manually opened the door to my Fairy-Tale Maker, closed the door and walked over to the control panels, the voice agonisingly rung in my head once more, '"DID YOU FORGET SOMETHING?"', (perhaps I might get a migraine from just hearing it ring in my head once more).
'No, no, I did not forget, but y'know what, since you're such a greedy little egomaniac control freak, "BEFORE I GIVE UP THIS POWER, THIS GRACE, THIS WISDOM AND THIS FAVOUR, I COMMAND IN THE NAME OF THE ONE WHO MADE LIGHT AND DARK TO DROP A METEOR SHOWER ON THE PALACE OF THE GOD-EMPEROR EDO-SAMA WHERE ALL REMAINING SAMURAI RESIDE, NOT ONLY WILL THIS METEOR CHANGE THE ENTIRE HISTORY OF THIS COUNTRY, BUT ALSO THIS WORLD, AS REVERSE CONTINENTAL DRIFT WILL BE RAPID AND WILL END IN JUST A MERE 400 YEARS, ALSO GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE AND BACK TO MY TIMELINE!'
(I said all of that in one breath by the way, my stamina had never been this good, ever!), before I could even switch on the power to the FTM, the meteorites, 5 in total, spawned out of thin air and entered into the atmosphere at hypersonic speed of an estimated 10 times the speed of sound.
I powered on the control panels and messed around with some of the components, I finally got it working, and this time, it looked like it was not a malfunction, my dream really came to life, I really did build the Fairy-Tale Maker!
As the space-ship took off the ground, it began travelling at a speed where G-Force is non-existent, if it were any other scientist, they would have been spaghettified.
As I blasted off, I crossed paths with the meteorites, which was seemingly picking up speed at the latest moments.
As I shot off out of the atmosphere and dissipated to my timeline, I recalled why I ended up here, it was my own foolish decision, my desire to prove I was the smartest, but due to that revelation, I got the powers of a freaking god for a good amount of time, I met a few samurai, heck I even held a first edition samurai katana and yoroi armour, if I were to give any advice to you guys, it
would be this, don't be an idiot like me, humble yourself before God, and you will be granted salvation.
The End...
NO REALLY!