Loud cries filled the air to herald the entrance of a new baby into the world. Although it was hard to decipher between the mother's shrieks and the baby's wails, it was quite clear that things were not alright in that delivery room. The baby's wails were totally understandable, however the mother's prolonged shrieks remained a mystery.
The visibly weakened mother struggled with an outstretched hand, forcing the word 'Shinobi' forced out of her lips. She died shortly afterwards without even getting the chance to touch her own child. A sad silence overshadowed the room as Miyuki and her hand maidens cleaned up the mess on the floor.
Miyuki rocked the orphaned child from side to side pondering on what to do next. This kind of incident was not alien to her as she had 7 adopted sons in the past, all of whom lost their birth mothers to a similar fate. As usual, the identity of their fathers were unknown so she had to raise the children as if they were her own.
The mother had mentioned 'Shinobi' before she died meaning the child should be called by that name. Shinobi wasn't a name anybody was called, it was a title given due to an occupation, its like christening a child 'Doctor'. On the other hand, no female ever bore the title 'Shinobi', how then could this girl ever be Shinobi? It was dilemma for Miyuki; causing her to go deeper in thought.
She called the child Natsumi, naming her after Tokushima's former most beautiful woman. Like this child, the original Natsumi took the life of her mother at birth and had no name. The midwife had to raise her all by herself amidst the jeers from friend and family.
Miyuki ensured Natsumi was treated like her other sons: raised with a hand of steel. She took swordsmanship and combat lessons everyday from age 3. By the time she was a teenager, she could best anybody in a combat and was inducted into the Cult of Warriors as the first woman in history to be summoned to this hallowed gathering.
Days became months and months became years, Natsumi blossomed into a very beautiful young woman with bright eyes, a powerful touch and an athletic physique. Her beauty was often misleading and many men often got beaten to a pulp if they misjudged her. Some of the lucky survivors had gory tales to tell about the impact of her strikes against their corpus.
One autumn evening, Miyuki was knocked down by Kazakage's convoy at an intersection while trying to cross the road. The imperial minister's horses came up from nowhere and stampeded the old woman. She was 65 years old when she met a gruesome death. Tokushima mourned for a while and soon she was forgotten, just like the others that died from such executive lawlessness.
Everyone forgot about Miyuki but not Natsumi. She was spewing hate against Kazekage and his government but she did nothing. The corruption, oppression and suppression was already unbearable but everyone endured in silence hoping change would come someday. She wanted to avenge the death of Miyuki who didn't even enjoy the courtesy of an apology/remorse from the camp of the minister.
Natsumi kept hearing the voice of Miyuki telling her that she had a purpose on the earth and she was different from every other woman.
No-one told her what she was created to do, all she knew was that she was made for a time. So Natsumi did nothing and moved on with her life occasionally foaming in the mouth against the government in her small Dunga as she waited for the time to fulfil her purpose.
In no time, Kazekage's son became imperial minister and was more cruel than his father. Life became so bad that the people of Tokushima were as slaves even within their own country and on the other hand, Natsumi grew old and weak.
She eventually died of a typhoid and never amounted to much. Her greatest achievement was when she was 18 and announced the fiercest female warrior that ever lived.
Are you still waiting for the time to make a difference? I hope you don't wait forever.
The visibly weakened mother struggled with an outstretched hand, forcing the word 'Shinobi' forced out of her lips. She died shortly afterwards without even getting the chance to touch her own child. A sad silence overshadowed the room as Miyuki and her hand maidens cleaned up the mess on the floor.
Miyuki rocked the orphaned child from side to side pondering on what to do next. This kind of incident was not alien to her as she had 7 adopted sons in the past, all of whom lost their birth mothers to a similar fate. As usual, the identity of their fathers were unknown so she had to raise the children as if they were her own.
The mother had mentioned 'Shinobi' before she died meaning the child should be called by that name. Shinobi wasn't a name anybody was called, it was a title given due to an occupation, its like christening a child 'Doctor'. On the other hand, no female ever bore the title 'Shinobi', how then could this girl ever be Shinobi? It was dilemma for Miyuki; causing her to go deeper in thought.
She called the child Natsumi, naming her after Tokushima's former most beautiful woman. Like this child, the original Natsumi took the life of her mother at birth and had no name. The midwife had to raise her all by herself amidst the jeers from friend and family.
Miyuki ensured Natsumi was treated like her other sons: raised with a hand of steel. She took swordsmanship and combat lessons everyday from age 3. By the time she was a teenager, she could best anybody in a combat and was inducted into the Cult of Warriors as the first woman in history to be summoned to this hallowed gathering.
Days became months and months became years, Natsumi blossomed into a very beautiful young woman with bright eyes, a powerful touch and an athletic physique. Her beauty was often misleading and many men often got beaten to a pulp if they misjudged her. Some of the lucky survivors had gory tales to tell about the impact of her strikes against their corpus.
One autumn evening, Miyuki was knocked down by Kazakage's convoy at an intersection while trying to cross the road. The imperial minister's horses came up from nowhere and stampeded the old woman. She was 65 years old when she met a gruesome death. Tokushima mourned for a while and soon she was forgotten, just like the others that died from such executive lawlessness.
Everyone forgot about Miyuki but not Natsumi. She was spewing hate against Kazekage and his government but she did nothing. The corruption, oppression and suppression was already unbearable but everyone endured in silence hoping change would come someday. She wanted to avenge the death of Miyuki who didn't even enjoy the courtesy of an apology/remorse from the camp of the minister.
Natsumi kept hearing the voice of Miyuki telling her that she had a purpose on the earth and she was different from every other woman.
No-one told her what she was created to do, all she knew was that she was made for a time. So Natsumi did nothing and moved on with her life occasionally foaming in the mouth against the government in her small Dunga as she waited for the time to fulfil her purpose.
In no time, Kazekage's son became imperial minister and was more cruel than his father. Life became so bad that the people of Tokushima were as slaves even within their own country and on the other hand, Natsumi grew old and weak.
She eventually died of a typhoid and never amounted to much. Her greatest achievement was when she was 18 and announced the fiercest female warrior that ever lived.
Are you still waiting for the time to make a difference? I hope you don't wait forever.
Simply put: procrastination can mk sm1 become so worthless. Act when Ʊ should & do that wisely.
ReplyDeleteThis is definitely motivated by too much anime. NICE
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