Omhiwari Takawei

Takawei, clan Samurai. One of the few true Samurai left in the world. He practiced his technique late into the night, in the town where his familly lived and many a houses were left abandoned. The town was a ghost town now, never frequented by anyone. Takawei once a fearless warrior, now has not seen anyone for a decade or so. Only practising by himself. No battle he had seen, no blade he had come across except his son is a very long time.

As he trained as hard as had always done, that night a horde of horses with a clan claiming to be true Samurai entered the village. Takawei had gotten alert as he raised his sword mostly to threaten and not attack. Soon enough, the horses and the new age samurai entered the village. They stood there under the darkness, with only the moon light shining on their faces. Takawei breathed fire under his nose, he was aware the dangers these men could pose, especially to his wife and new born son. He was only 2 months old. Takawei! shouted the intruders. You are the last of the old samurai, they said to him. Now , it's time for the new samurai, said the leader and the rest of them ereputed in laughter and noise and cheer. Takawei stood his ground as his pony tail unwrapped itself and he spoke, " Don't forget that I'am still the samurai, I once was." Charge, said the leader as the horsemen charged toward him. As they charged someone had switched the power supply of the village. They were surrounded in complete darkness, bar the light of the moon. The horses were frightened by the lack of light but they' were well trained. They hesitated for a second and charged again. Takawei with no effort at all, took the limbs of the horses and the heads of men, alike. As the next wave of men approached him, he turned into a shadow. Slaying them like ghosts. The leader and the new samurai were stunned and were left dead for words. All they could see was the sea of headless men and the blood that flew down the valley, like a river. Where flower bloomed when water flew, the dead men of the Samurai were awoken and had come to life. They came forward with their swords wielded, like flames in the darkness. A sea of volcana erupted in their eyes, a thirst for fight and slain, flowed down their swords like droplets of blood form the leaves that have seen tales that no heart can take. The leader and the new samurai were defeated, they knew that. But they did not know that their lives would be in peril. Run! shouted the Leader as they galloped for their lives under the moonlight. As the lights in the town began to erupt one by one, the fear in their eyes were beginning to brim lesser and lesser under the moonlight.

The Samurai had left and were never seen again.