Introduction

The world of Babel takes on the lands of Las Angeles, lands of forbidden wars, a land of lost and confusion. Where the lies become the sins of the persons. Turned into several Shogun Tribes, Cabals. Of fear and fearless lands.

We dig into them as lost souls, keepers or saviours of them own skins.

Today, those lands are even through a piece to achieve every day, with no struggles. The wars led to us to a dark moment lost in our own minds. A dark moment for don't be forgiven or led to us a war again.

Every Cabal has his own rules, his own code, his own conduct to achieve our own peace.

The last 200 years led us and to a certain point of no return. Today, our land, our dreams led us to a new way, a new perspective. So, the lands became Lords Lands, Shogun Lands.

Divided as 5 clans, 5 cabals. Divided to keep peace and conquer the lost.

Conquer the beliefs and the creed of our already lost faith, and beliefs.

Today, I am going to tell how I became a Samurai Ronin with no Clan or Shogun.

My name is Shihiro Konowa, I was born in Shihimoro, Clan of Shihimoro, I served my Shogun for almost 40 years, before the cleansing. Almost 4 months ago, the Shogun Clan of Forohiro came as trues to make a pact of blood between both Shogun. The Shogun came with other purpose. All these intentions were to cleanse. Almost 2 hours of trues. His troops of Samurai had already instructions to wipe. I was one of the survivors of 16 persons.

I could survive against a fake intention. Now, I am Shihiro Konowa, a Ronin, no Shogun or even Clan.

Now, I walk as unknown person on the world, no money, no way to survive. I used to be a servant with a good payment of the Shogun.

Nothing was a forbidden word, among all. Shogun gave everything to His Clan, even in peace time, as now we were living.

Chapter 2

After almost 40 years, of Shogun warrior, with a family, two sons, a wife, all wiped in this slaughtering murder. I walk now, alone and with no one to speak, to live as peace and love.

I walked almost 3 days, with no any kind of reaction, with no money coins to pay anything, I am a numb less now. A Ronin with no Clan, hometown, now I must to go to Fukoshima Clan to ask permission for a Seppuku, my honor is now dishonored. The only way is to die as a Clan servant with Honor and not dishonored. It's almost more 4 days walking. My days are now, a suicide thought to be asked. My sword is now, my death. My death, to release pain.

My name is Shihiro, a Ronin to be Seppuku Man. To have forgiveness, to be felt as a Man with honor and a man with causes.

Chapter 3

These days seems to be so long, walking alone through cities and roads completely empty. My emptiness is now my burden. A burden to be almost forgiven.

If, the Shogun gave me the permission to be forgive, my death will be Honored, and my soul will not be a Ronin forever, or even a man with no Shogun or with Clan.

Chapter 4

The day came, I am the Gates of The Clan, almost to knock, knock. Before entering, I will wait a few minutes, I need to rest before knock. My future is here, after knocking these gates.

I hope to rest around 30 minutes. Will be the longest 30 minutes before knocking. These World have too many persons, warriors serving their Shoguns.

After 30 minutes, I decided to knock twice, twice I knock. Waiting for the Gates opening.

The Gates after a couple of minutes, it opened.

The warrior asked to me, what do you want?

I – I am here as Ronin to ask permission to commit my forgiveness to my Shogun, already died around a week ago.

I traveled almost 7 days, 7 days with no eating, only drinking water.

The warrior said – "Come, please enter through our Gates". "Follow me, please."

I, Shihiro followed this warrior, a Samurai, a servant of this Shogun.

He said to me wait here, in a room empty, closer of the baths. I am going to speak with my Shogun, what is your name he asked.

"Shihiro Konowa, a Ronin of Clan Foroshima."

Wait, this can be a wait longer to you. I am going to leave here your dresses for the Honor Act.

Almost 3 hours later, they called me to the center of Shogun backyard. Surrounded with all Men, Shogun.

A clean white floor on their backyard, they asked me to seat on.

After it all these. Shogun started to talk.

"My name is Korowa Fomoshima, Shogun, Clan of Foroshima. I am the Shogun of this Caln almost 30 years. I see you want to make a Honor Seppuku.

Tell me about your intentions. In the end you are free to seppuku."

I – My name is Shihiro, I was a Samurai of Clan Foroshima, my Clan was wiped for Shogun Shokohira. were 16 survivors, but I decided to make Seppuku, I don't want to be a Ronin.

Shogun – Well, I can't give a new Caln, a new Shogun. Your words were spoken and heard.

The way to preserve with your Honor, is Seppuku.

A Ninja outlander

I am unknown, a ninja without Clan. I have been walking too much time on these streets and cities, some empty, no souls living among all. I am payed for tasks. Every time I sin, my hunger of sins grew.

I am a mercenary, not a Ronin, I decided to be a Ninja payed for tasks for every one of the Clans to keep balanced things.

I have been around these world roads almost 3 years. Being payed and living my life as a life with no remorse.

I have seen too many, I saw too many sins among, too many lost souls, asking for mercy or even pity. Nowadays, everyone is lost. Some cannot achieve for what they wish for. Some die for Courtesy, some for love to their Shoguns, some for wars that were not have been accomplished.

The eyes of some, of everyone has a lack of soul, they seek for answers to be answered.

I, a lost, an unknown warrior, with a name already forgotten. Lost in my own eyes. I am so eyeless, no care less inside. How can I seek peace if I cannot be in peace?

Always seeking for answers to my all sins.

I have a task, a job to be done, hard, harder these days, I must commit cleansing on a Clan, this Clan wiped another one, my task was premeditated for another Shogun. We must have peace on our own Lands.

This Shogun don't achieve His own goal. He fell, He fell so deep in the Deep Realms, to cast everything he wanted to make his own war.

In due, the Shogun now, must, must die for all His sins and his own beliefs.

The Shoguns call me for their dirty work. They pay me a lot of Babel steam; I can consider myself a good worker.

My name is unknown, I cannot remember my name now, or even anyone. Now, I have my own name called The Shiri Seppuku. Someone to commit Seppuku to the Clan.

I travel in all these roads with my Van. I have everything on it. I see around cities blown. Buildings, bridges broke. Falling in a feeling of destruction, massive destruction.

Our World lives now, as a World of Massive Cleansing. The wars before, led to this, were so eruptive among us. The survivors today, the persons of today, built an economy structure relied on Clans and Shoguns. These two wars began in the end of XXI Century. Religions died, old economics died, the new technology began to be the mainstream. Music died, beaches died, are now, toxic seas and oceans.

I am old, not so old, like elder, almost. I am a warrior, a warrior with tools, new technology of war.

Book of Babel

Book of Babel is a forgotten book written in the first war, first encounter. Since then, one more war came. So, the words of the book became alive since the end, then when it overs the second encounter.

The book is forbidden to read by the disciples or any person, only the Masters can read it and spread it.

Seppuku

My pain is real, so unreal, I am a man with no honor,

I have been dishonoured, Today I am lost

On my own words, Beliefs went gone

So gone

My will is to travel, seek my own peace

A Bushido with on Shogun

A blade with no pain or mercy

Travel for so many days

To have a certain forgiveness

My will is Seppuku

My will is the last

Gift for my own

Belief

I need to seek

Can I undo

Can I unto

Travel for my dishonours

It will Shogun give my will