Week 9: 5. Vividlyvague (5-2) vs. 6. Just Write (3-2) \\ Just Write wins 5-0

Just Write · 04-26-2014, 03:00 AM

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I remember as a child I sat alone for hours in the grassy meadow
Watching Father practice, hearing the melodic tones of clashing metal.
I'd gather stones and enact the parts of the Empire, fighting the acting rebels,
Always played father. he was my hero, & the last known Samurai General.
His name was Takeda Szenzo, revered & respected by many, feared above all.
He had a shrine for fallen enemies, where he'd smear their blood on the wall.
My mother said "this is a reminder of the honor he has for all human life",
He would often tell me , "Yoshiro, we don't fight to kill. We fight to survive."
At such a young age, I was blind to war. I just loved my wooden blade,
dreamed of having a real one someday, like my father's that stood in it's case.
I remember the shimmer it gave, standing upright In that red & white velvet display
At the time I never imagined the helpless dismay of any individual caught in its way.
Father would say "Yoshiro, I won't always be around, you must accept your fate,
It's time to teach you about the history of our kindom and it's delicate state."
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I miss my father... so many years have passed since i've felt his guidance
I remember the day he went, he said "come here" so I knelt beside him
I fell in silence as he held a letter out with the shakiest hands
He said "even though I go, there's no mistake, you've grown into a man."
As he closed his eyes and took his final breath...
I opened the letter, and this is what is said...
"Dear Yoshiro, im proud of the man you've become, never forget your lessons
Remember to follow your heart, and that family is a blessing
You were the best thing to happen to me, always know that I love you
And Ill always be there watching over, from the heavens above you."
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Now as I sit, preparing for battle, I write my own letter to my unborn son
" i don't fight to kill,... I fight to survive, & to make your life better before its begun,
Something are worth giving your life for, family, honor, respect...
And if it's the only way to protect them, ill gladly fight to my death

04-26-2014, 03:00 AM	#3
Just Write Senior Member Join Date: Mar 2013 Posts: 1,709 Battle Record: 9-12 Rep Power: 4997617	.... ........ .... I remember as a child I sat alone for hours in the grassy meadow Watching Father practice, hearing the melodic tones of clashing metal. I'd gather stones and enact the parts of the Empire, fighting the acting rebels, Always played father. he was my hero, & the last known Samurai General. His name was Takeda Szenzo, revered & respected by many, feared above all. He had a shrine for fallen enemies, where he'd smear their blood on the wall. My mother said "this is a reminder of the honor he has for all human life", He would often tell me , "Yoshiro, we don't fight to kill. We fight to survive." At such a young age, I was blind to war. I just loved my wooden blade, dreamed of having a real one someday, like my father's that stood in it's case. I remember the shimmer it gave, standing upright In that red & white velvet display At the time I never imagined the helpless dismay of any individual caught in its way. Father would say "Yoshiro, I won't always be around, you must accept your fate, It's time to teach you about the history of our kindom and it's delicate state." ... ..... ....... I miss my father... so many years have passed since i've felt his guidance I remember the day he went, he said "come here" so I knelt beside him I fell in silence as he held a letter out with the shakiest hands He said "even though I go, there's no mistake, you've grown into a man." As he closed his eyes and took his final breath... I opened the letter, and this is what is said... "Dear Yoshiro, im proud of the man you've become, never forget your lessons Remember to follow your heart, and that family is a blessing You were the best thing to happen to me, always know that I love you And Ill always be there watching over, from the heavens above you." .... ....... .... Now as I sit, preparing for battle, I write my own letter to my unborn son " i don't fight to kill,... I fight to survive, & to make your life better before its begun, Something are worth giving your life for, family, honor, respect... And if it's the only way to protect them, ill gladly fight to my death __________________ Last edited by Just Write; 04-26-2014 at 03:27 AM.