Suzuki’s Story: Chapter One
Suzuki knew he was the greatest swordsman in the village. He had defeated every single man that could a sword, and some women too, in duels, and with those victories, he had no challengers. This made Suzuki very bored. With no one to fight, he couldn’t fight, and despite the fact the fights were incredibly easy, that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy fighting.
That was, until a new swordsman came to the village.
His name was Rantaro Junpei, and he was probably the roughest looking person Suzuki had ever seen, witth his ruffled robe, his long hair, and not to mention the piece of cloth covering his left eye.
Rantaro just walked into the village one day, and a the village elder, Takahashi, greeted him.
“We normally don’t get visitors here, sir,” He said, “Especially no one quite as famous as you!”
“Well, I’m glad to be here!” Rantaro replied, “I hear you guys got some pretty good sake!”
“Only pretty good?” Takahashi laughed, “Why, you won’t find any like it!”
Suzuki watched this interaction, and walked up to Rantaro. Despite walking on his blind side, Rantaro turned to face him.
“You eavesdropping, kid?” Rantaro asked, in his gruff voice, “That’s pretty rude of you.”
“So, you’re a famous swordsman?” Suzuki asked.
“Hey, did you even hear me, kid?” Rantaro asked, “I said eavesdropping is rude!”
“I’m not a kid!” Suzuki yelled, “I’m the village’s greatest swordsman!”
Rantaro looked Suzuki over, then laughed, for a good minute.
“You?!” He yelled, “Aren’t you like, twelve?! How can you be the greatest swordsman of this village?!”
“I’m not twelve, I’m sixteen!” Suzuki yelled in return. A crowd was gathering up.
Suzuki pulled out his sheathed sword from it’s place in his robe.
“I have used this sword to defeat ever person in this village that can wield one!” He said smirking. Rantaro laughed even harder.
“That doesn’t prove shit!” Rantaro said when he was done, “No offense to everyone here, but I think only about two people, including you, can wield a sword in this village adequately. That mean’s you only won cause your opponent’s are shit at wielding a sword!”
Rantaro laughed some more. Suzuki looked around, and yelled, “Are you going to take what he said like that?!”
“Yes,” A villager said, “Because it’s true!”
“When you challenged us, we never touched a sword!” Another said, “You victories are hollow!”
“Wait, I was right?” Rantaro asked, “This kid’s really a paper warrior?”
At the mere mention of the term, Suzuki pulled out his sword in rage.
“I’m the real deal, old man!” Suzuki pointed his sword at him, “And I’m going to show you!”
“Well, you made a bit of a mistake,” Rantaro said, pulling out two swords, “You seem to brought one sword to a two sword fight!”
Suzuki charged, raising his sword into the air. When he lowered it to his Rantaro, Rantaro slashed his sword with, his swords making an x motion. The attack worked well, Suzuki’s sword broke into multiple pieces.
Looking dejectedly at the broken pieces, he said, “That sword was my fathers.”
“Too bad,” Rantaro said, “It’s a casualty of this little battle.”
Rantaro sheared his swords. “Hey kid,” He said, “You got potential! I thought you were pretty crappy, but I was wrong! What’s your name?”
“Suzuki Enki,” Suzuki said.
“Well, Suzuki, if you want actual training, you can find me on Rantaro Hill, it’s northwest of here.” Rantaro smiled.
“Really?!” Suzuki eyes lit up. Suddenly the sword didn't seem as important.
“Yeah, my other disciples would like you,” Rantaro walked off, grabbing Elder Takahashi with him.
“Now, on to some sake!” Rantaro yelled.
Suzuki smiled. This oppritunity was something that he would never want to give up.
