When i was little, my father was famous. He was the greatest samurai in the empire. He was the shogun's decapitator. He cut off the heads of a 131 lords, for the shogun. It was a bad time for the empire. The shogun just stayed inside his castle and he never came out. People said his brain was infected by devils and that he was rotting with evil. The shogun said people were not loyal. He said he had a lot of enemies but he killed more people than that. My father would come home to mother, and when he'd see her, he would forget about the killings. He wasn't scared of the shogun, but the shogun was scared of him. Maybe that was the problem. My father would go to his temple and pray. Pray for peace and for things to get better. Then one night, the shogun sent his ninjas spies to our house. They were suppose to kill my father...but they didn't. That was the night everything changed...forever. That was when my father left his samurai life and became a demon. He became an assassin who walks the road of vengeance...and he took me with him. I don't remember most of this myself. I only remember the shogun's ninja hunting us wherever we go, and the bodies falling........and the BLOOD.
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