This continues the story of the two exsamurai artists. In this one, the reader shall find out more about their pasts. In the hopes that Muyo allows Uro to accompany him on his journey.
The heat of hell can be seen
When vengeance takes a hold of one’s dream
Volume 2: 5/21/1588; When Rage Takes Control
It was a red, forbidden dawn that ascended upon me this morning. My emotions contrasted with an inner beauty, my composure was at odds. I had set Urona as a priority this morning, I had tried to see if I could assist him in recovering his noble samurai spirit, but alas anguish persists to soil his honor. How could I discern that that a travesty was to befall these ingenious beings, helpless due to the false sense of lingering security that their village offered?! It is true that my intuition communicated to me that something was amiss, but in the midst of it all one must have his own agenda of ambitions. But with ambition, comes carelessness and conceit, and it appears that I have fallen victim to such weak emotions dissuaded by the way of the warrior. Such undisciplined behavior! It is not to be accepted, even by me. However, I am no god, even under principle, premonition remains premonition, accept for when engaged in battle. Now what is done is done. What had to be accomplished today was to gather information on the arsons and dispose of their kind. A journey, one not premeditated yesterday. A slaughter, one not premeditated yesterday. Redemption, feelings not premeditated yesterday. Now all was to avenge the honor to a rare civilization of people lost to the embers of a solitary conflict of yesterday.