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The Wind’s Wanderer

In a land named Alta lives a boy named Hyouka, in this land to be strong means everything to your value. The greatest honor among men and women alike was to work as samurai, to serve under the greatest of people. However to be a samurai one had to be strong, and the requirements are quite brutal as Alta is a small civilization, their samurai required to be equal to 100 of their enemies at least. Hyouka being born skinny and frail still wants nothing more but to be samurai, the strongest of them to spite his father who was once a great samurai, however his father hates him for his inability to keep up due to his small and frail state of being. Without magic Hyouka has no way of working as a sorcerer either, and with only the ability to understand and see the spirits of the elements, or spirits of evil which is shared among all the people of Alta. Hyouka has a strong connection with the winds for some odd reason, rather the winds like him. And with little to his advantage just how can Hyouka manage to become the greatest samurai of all time?

aTeamAndaDream · Fantasi
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7 Chs

A world’s awakening

I awoke to a soft whisper in my ear, my window had been left open as the winds gently flowed into my room. I looked to the spirits of the winds as they played about my bedroom, these spirits however quickly left as my father walked up the stairs, his heavy footsteps shaking the very house I dwelled within. My door quickly swung open, the calming winds from before being shoved out the window by the doors sudden opening, my father looked to me with his stingy hazel eyes as he said to me with a mean and rough voice, "Make haste Hyouka, we have training ahead of us."

I nodded as I got up from my bed, looking to my mirror. I was 11 years old, and unlike most people I had been born skinny and frail, even now I am still weak compared to those of my age. I had such beautiful and yet dull jade green eyes, within them a very calm and eerie look, it was a bit of a scary look for a child. I then walked up to my window, looking down to this land I lived within, the land of Alta. In Alta our numbers are few as we are a small community of people, and because of our small numbers the men are required to serve in some way, and with my father being a great samurai in the past I only had one direction to go. There was only one problem for me however, seeing that I was born skinny and weak it was hard for me to keep up with this path ahead of me, and my father hated me for it. But even so, I wanted to become strong, I wanted more than anything to show the land of Alta that even the frailest of trees grow into something with time, that even I the skinny and weak boy can become a samurai far greater than my father had ever been. These thoughts flowed throughout my head as I swung my door open once more, and with the wind at my back I was ready to face anything.