A renowned martial artist who reached the pinnacle of strength in his world only wanted nothing but death later found himself in a world full of magic and absolutely nothing on martial art Will he carry on his lagecy as a martial art and eventually also reach the peak of this world? Or will he learn the magic way which never suits him and his ideals? …………………………………………………………………………………… Please this is actually my first novel so don't be too harsh with the reviews and make comments on any thing you find insulting or unreasonable or uninteresting Please do enjoy
This was actually during the kamakura period in japan in tanegashima was a dojo and a certain man who laid restlessly on the floor of the dojo.The man was not all that bright although through his body status he looked like someone who was in his late twenties, He had a very long and black curly hair that that was very long in length almost reaching his waist. He also had this merciless pale blue eyes.The look on his face really shows that he was bored of something. Was it life he was bored of? Who knows. All that matters was that he just aimlessly laid on the floor perhaps waiting for something or someone to come to his aid. Then all of a sudden the man screamed at the top of his voice "someone help me I'm dieing, help me I'm dieing!!" in a split second five other men trooped in probably his fellow martial artist "master what's wrong, master!!" only to see figure out that their master was actually very bored "master are you trying to prank us again" a young looking man came closer to their master probably the youngest amongst them "but you shouldn't use something like death to prank us " he said trying to lift up his master from the ground only to discover that his master was no longer active and hus body was cold and stiff and found his master foaming from his mouth and then a letter fell from his master. Tears already started forming under his eyes, tension was building up around the room because the i
others haven't yet understood what was going on. As the young man who was still holding his master in disbelief that his long cherished sensei was dead noticed the paper that fell off his sensei's clothes and picked it up to open and read gently leaned his master on the floor to read the contents of the letter and it began
"My dear student I'm very sorry I had to leave you guys and pass on but it was for the best, well my best, I realised that no one could win me in a battle whether handicapped or not I still won every single brawl. So that was when this awesome idea came in, if humans can't beat me then maybe poison can't too so I decided to write this letter before taking the poison although I'm happy leaving this world I'm still sad I wasn't able too teach anyone of you my tre fighting technique that I mastered, in truly sorry about that but I still think you guys can move on and make a more greater legacy and spread the glorious name of our dojo and let me rest in peace. Sayonara
Your sensei."
'And that was what I thought only to hear the cry of a new born baby'