1 Traveling

Kenji groaned. He was visiting the ruins of a previously decimated village so that he could collect information. There were no signs of bodies, but bags, food, and medical items were scattered across the village. "Nomaru." Kenji grumbled. "Nomaru Village." Kenji picked up a small stone and chucked it at the remaining rubble left from the battle that took place. "Well, not everyone can be winners. I should finish and get out of here soon." Kenji said. He picked up some of the medicine, some photos he found near a large houses rubble, and started his journey back. He tripped a few times, lost in thought. He was all alone after this war, and he had absolutely nobody to bond with. He remembered the day his mom died. She was a brave swordsman, and she fought as hard as she could in the war. Kenji promised that if there ever was a war again, he would fight just like his mother did. He didn't have many skills or attacks, but he knew martial arts very well. He kept the sword his mother left him before she died at his side. He practiced when he had the time, but was never good at wielding the sword. He started to jog up a mountain. While he was journeying, he found a small hut. He started to walk towards the old hut. It was made of old bricks and stone, and was rusty and old, and with a dirt cover to top things off. Dead bodies surrounded the old hut, each with guts pouring out. He knocked on the door slowly, and it pushed open. He walked inside. Shelves were hung on the wall, along with some portraits. He noticed a few shadows moving in the corner of his eye. He sat down. He had been through this story before. "Come out, will ya? This routines pretty old." Kenji said loudly. The shadows moved towards him. Finally, the person walked out. A short man with gray and balding hair, along with blue eyes and a pretty kimono. "Stand and fight, child." Kenji walked towards him slowly. "So it is like that, isn't it?" Kenji said, fist balled up.