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剣聖 昭雄 - The life and journal of Akio Kensei

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It's a weird felling in life not knowing what to do next or where to go, In some sense I should be free having the entire world at my fingertips... How come I don't feel free. Without a purpose I feel trapped and lost.

One of the main things I learnt from my father over the years was to not mistrust his judgement. Everything he said or did always had the world best interests at its core. Something he once said and I still don't understand it to this day, "You can't know where you are going until you know where you have been."

So, where I have been...

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I don't remember much about my childhood, A lot of suits, meetings and contracts. We were more like a business than a family. I was adopted into the Kensei home from a very young age, pretty much straight from birth I was told. I never did meet my real parents nor was I told their origins or names. Whenever I asked my parents just greeted me with "We are your parents and we love you, that is all that matters"

Much like most Japanese families, I had a good relationship with my mother. If I wasn't at school, I was with her pretty much all the time. My father was never home, he was always "doing business"... On the odd occasion that he was home, we got to spend very little time with each other so I made it count as it was the most precious thing to me.

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I often asked my mother what my father did as a job and she always told me that he owned a "Umeshu" factory, bottling some fancy alcoholic plum stuff. These people gave me everything in life and I was treated very well, I had to honour my parents so I just agree'd with what she said but I knew at heart that wasn't what my father did for a living. We lived in this amazing house away from the cities in these spectacular hills, there was no way we could live there on the earnings from a small Plum factory. There was something going on and I had no idea how to find out the truth.

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A few days after my 16th birthday, my father came to me and asked me to joined him outside. I did so and found him sat on the back balcony with some tea infront of him.

"Come my son, take a seat and listen. Have you ever heard the tale of Pandora's Box?"

I sat down beside him and shook my head while he started to carefully pour the tea.

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"Ah, it is one of my favourite Greek tales, not one often heard around our parts.

Pandora was the first woman on Earth, Zeus ordered Hephaestus to create her so he did so using water and earth. The gods then endowed her with many gifts: Athena clothed her, Aphrodite gave her beauty, Apollo gave her talent and Hermes gave her speech.

When Prometheus stole fire from heaven, Zeus thought of a cunning plan for vengeance by presenting Pandora to Prometheus' brother Epimetheus, to be his wife. Pandora was given a wedding gift of a beautiful jar from Zeus, with instructions to never open it under any circumstance.

Impelled by her curiosity, given to her by the gods, she crept up to the jar when Epimetheus was out of sight and lifted the lid. There was no gleam of gold or treasure. There was no shining bracelets and not a single beautiful dress. The look of excitement on her face quickly turned to disappointment and then to horror. Out of the box poured disease and poverty. Out came misery and death. Finally out came sadness - All shaped like tiny black moths. Pandora quickly put the lid back onto the jar and wept to herself but she could still hear one voice coming from within, yelling to be let out. She opened the lid once more and from within, a beautiful golden dragonfly emerged. The dragonfly landed on Pandora and filled her with joy. For even though Pandora had released pain and suffering upon the world, she had also allowed hope to follow.

You will understand why I have told you this story in time my child.

The world is Ill, the rich grow richer and the poor grow poorer. Nobody fears anyone else any more. My time on this earth is going to end soon Akio and when this time comes, you will be bestowed with something. This is my Pandora's box, I require someone I can trust to safeguard it for it can never be opened."

"Can you do that my son?

I gave my father a small bow of acknowledgement "Of course."

He then gave me a small nod towards a two Katana behind us.

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"Excellent, we start tomorrow."

I gave him a quick confused glance back.

"I know what you are thinking, swordplay in the age of super weapons? When the inevitable happens and society crumbles to ash, this will be your weapon of choice. Firearms will end, we will lack the proper means to manufacture and maintain them."

"Any idiot can fire a gun, however only the best can master the sword. You will need to be the best if you are to safeguard Pandora's Box. You do not learn loyalty through a gun. These things I will teach you in the coming weeks. You will learn the Bushidō code and you will master the Katana. Through mastery of both, you will be the ultimate guardian"

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I felt very close to my father now, We had spent more time together over the past few months than I think we ever did in our entire lives. Before he came and went, business trips he called them, away for weeks at a time, sometimes months. There was always "Something to take care of", but now, something was different. He still went on these trips but he was only gone for hours or a day at the most.

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Over the coming months, my father taught me more and more about Bushidō. He taught me that in its most literal form means "Military scholar road" and is the word for the way of the Samurai life. Bushidō was a code of moral principles which samurai were required to observe and uphold. It was to teach us frugality, loyalty, martial arts mastery and honor unto death.

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We trained long hours, not only of the body but also of the mind.

I learned the seven virtues of Bushidō: Morality, Respect, Courage, Honor, Compassion, Honesty and Loyalty.

Morality and Justice - 義

Be acutely honest throughout your dealings with all people. Believe in justice, not from other people, but from yourself. To the true warrior, all points of view are considered regarding honesty, justice and integrity.

Respect and Gratitude - 礼

True warriors have no reason to be cruel. They do not need to prove their strength. Warriors are courteous even to their enemies. Warriors are not only respected for their strength in battle, but also by their dealings with others.

Courage, Bravery and Heroism - 勇

Hiding like a turtle in a shell is not living at all. A true warrior must have courage. It is absolutely risky, it is living life completely, fully and wonderfully.

Honor - 名誉

Warriors have only one judge of honor and character, and this is themselves. Decisions they make and how these decisions are carried out is a reflection of whom they truly are.

Compassion and Benevolence - 仁

Through intense training and hard work the true warrior becomes quick and strong. They are not as most people. They develop a power that must be used for good. They have compassion. They help their fellow man at every opportunity.

Honesty and Sincerity - 誠

When warriors say that they will perform an action, it is as good as done. Nothing will stop them from completing what they say they will do. They do not have to "give their word". They do not have to "promise".

Loyalty, Devotion and Duty - 忠诚

Warriors are responsible for everything that they have done and everything that they have said, and all of the consequences that follow. They are immensely loyal to all of those in their care.

These were the seven virtues of the samurai and with them, I could focus myself into the ultimate tool. I was now ready to guard Pandora's Box for my father, because I knew for whatever reason, he cared greatly for it.

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-3 years later-

Now my training had completed, my father once again became more distant, started to take those business trips once again that lasted weeks. Luckily I had now finished all my schooling and found myself a small job to maintain myself. My father insisted on me working for him in the factory but that isn't what I wanted to do, it always ended in arguments when he asked. I managed to get myself a job on a film set, nothing spectacular, mainly lifting boxes, moving equipment around, all physical labour. This wasn't very honorable or exciting work however it kept me fit and ready. In between film set jobs, I did odd courier assignments to bring in some extra pay.

This one day, quiet day on set, I am just minding my own business moving lighting equipment two guys come up to me in Black attire exclaiming that they needed to talk to me in private. This was never a good sign, they didn't look like police, they weren't interpol, FBI, CIA or anything like that. I was getting ready to leg it, until I heard the words "It's about your father."

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-3 weeks later-

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After my fathers funeral, I was escorted to his office to collect his things. They offered to do it for me but I felt best if I was the one to do it. His office was on the ground floor and was pretty small for a CEO, what did I really expect from a small Umeshu factory. I started slowly looking through his things sorting what to take and what to go. For an office, It lacked a distinct amount of... officey things. There were no filing cabinets, no draws full of invoices. It was just a room with some chairs and a desk in with a few personal items. As I opened the bottom draw on his desk I reached in and attempted to pull all the stuff out. I was blindly jabbing my hand around in there making sure I didn't leave anything and I felt a small smooth glass like surface. I was fiddling around with it, attempting to feel what it was and then finally attempting to pull it out. All of a sudden I hear a quiet click and part of the wall nudged forward. I went over to investigate and it turned out to be a hidden door. I knew something was up with this company. There was never something right about it.

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After walking down a small narrow corridor, I stumbled upon hundreds if not thousands of shelving units storing folders, files and other documents. Now I definitely knew something wasn't right with this company. I knew they had to have some filing system somewhere but one small plum factory did not need THIS amount of filing storage. I took a folder from random from the shelf, this one was titled "Takiro Hokkaido". It contained very personal information, almost like a police file. Date of birth, relatives, known assosiates, last known location... the lot. This could've been a one off, perhaps they keep company records for employee's. I took 3 more random ones from the shelf, "George Williams", "Jack Taylor" and "Mila Adriano". I had a quick glance at where these people were from and if there was any obvious connection. George was American, Jack was English and Mila was Spanish. At a glance, I couldn't see anything that stood out. So I pulled out an entire row of folders and did the same thing, once again, random people from random places. Was my father some secret government agent keeping tabs on people? I needed to do more research so I grabbed one of the larger boxes and got out of there, making sure the door was locked shut behind me. I didn't want anyone else finding this information just yet.

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I sat in my fathers study back at the house and sprawled all the folders out so I could begin to go through them. There were a multitude of folders to go through, some looked fresh, some looked worn to within an inch of their life and some had the titled erased. I couldn't find a correlation that brought them together. Some of the people in the files were ex-cops, some of them were shelf stockers, some florists and some convicts. Some were for entire groups and some were for giant corporations. I couldn't piece any of it together. I had written down information from everyone onto a giant list in order to help my thought process.

After another hour of relentless and utterly useless searching, I eventually succumb to rage, screwed up the page I was writing on and threw it at a portrait of my father on the wall. "Tell me what you were doing!" I looked back down at the files and then back up to the portrait to notice a small part of the frame had become dislodged and fallen down a bit. I stood up and walked over to the frame, hoping to repair what minor damage I caused but I noticed something plastic rolled up stored inside a hidden compartment in the frame. I unravelled the plastic slowly, careful not to damage whatever it was.

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It was half of a formula... Was this Pandora's box like my father said? No It couldn't have been. It was just a formula, how can this even relate to something as devastating as opening Pandora's box. What was it for... I knew skipping chemistry was a bad idea. I remember my father said Pandora's box brought pain and suffering. Could this be some type of weapon? But he also said it brought hope... Could it be a cure for something? I've never been so confused in my life. Whatever it was, it was hidden by my father for a reason, I must find a new place for it to be stored. But where was the other half?

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I needed to find somewhere to store it in the mean time. I couldn't just put it into my pocket or leave it in the house. I was passing through some street flea market on my way to work on morning and this small scruffy necklace caught my eye for some reason. I went to inspect it and the top came straight off, I thought I had broken it at first but turned out there was a small round hidden compartment inside, perhaps it could fit the formula if I rolled it up enough. I paid the vendor and carried on to work as usual. That night when I was at home I tested the necklace to see if it could fit the formula. With much difficulty, I finally managed to fit the rolled up paper inside and attached a heavy duty chain. It would have to do as a temporary solution until I found a more suitable home for it.

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-6 weeks later-

6 Weeks had passed, I kept with my job, still did delivery courier contract work, keeping my mind focused and my body honed by training regularly. It all started to fall apart over the next few weeks. Firstly I received a strange letter through the door that said "You will find what you seek in Russia", I thought nothing of it at the time... must've been sent to the wrong house. A few days later another one came, "You will find it in the Black Mountains". Same letter, same writing... same everything. I did some research, found out the Black Mountains are located along the southern border of Russia and northern border of South Zagoria.

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A few days later, a large yellow envelope arrived and it contained the same type of note as before but additionally this time, a large Photo of a concrete structure protruding from the mountain. "If you want the other half, I suggest you look here. Pandora's Box must not be opened." Was I being spied on... Who else knew of what my father was hiding? About 30 seconds after I opened the large envelope, my phone began to buzz. I received a text message. I never used me phone, Occasionally for work and for my parents but never. Who was it... The Text read, "Go to Shinjuku Central park, Stand on the bridge. Be quick and come alone."

I was never able to keep my curiosity in check. It always got the better hold of me. I had to go. Who could possibly know about what my father was hiding and in such detail. Perhaps this person could help me? Perhaps it was a trap... I had to find out myself. I wore my long black trench coat and discretely attached a Tantō to my Arm, just in case.

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I approached the bridge with the utmost caution. I scoured every inch of the park with my eyes looking for anything out of place. It was fine... it was just a park. Parents playing with their kids, families walking their dogs and couples walking around. I walked onto the bridge and stood in the middle, leaning against the railing and looking into the water at all the carp. I was there for no longer than 30 seconds and my phone began to buzz again.

"The Tantō was a nice touch but you wont be needing that. Kneel down, reach over the edge and feel around underneath. You should be able to find a small metallic box. Give it a tug, careful not to drop it, and open it."

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Inside the box contained a small envelope with something inside, some money, a passport and a map. I opened the envelope and took whatever was inside. It was a small triangle necklace with intricate patterns on. The back side of the necklace was covered in small groove and some raised bumps, all of different size, length and depth. My phone went again. The voice on the other end was very distorted, I had no idea who it was.

"The money and passport is enough to get into Russia, from there you are on your own. I cannot tell you the location of the vault I showed you, as much as I would like to... I physically do not know. I do however suggest you find it and do so quickly. Other people know of the formula and that you have half of it. I suggest you pack up and leave now!"

-18 weeks later- Day 116 of the Infection

I had been travelling around for months now, always looking for this... vault. I would never stay in the same place for longer than a few days, always knowing that someone was after me. I procured myself a small diary and some stationary, I intended to keep a diary of my movements and interactions hoping that If I were to perish, someone else could continue my work. I suppose it would also help combat the sheer loneliness out here.

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Entry 1.

Day 117 of the Infection.

I am currently stationed 3 miles outside of Lake Beloe. Food supplies high, medical supplies high, moral high. I intend to continue my journey east along the Russian border atop the Black Mountains in search for this Vault. I always remember the man that contacted me with this information. He told me to leave Japan a mere 10 days before Day Zero. Did he foresee what was coming?

Entry 6.

Day 165 of the Infection.

I am now roughly 20 miles away from Lake Beloe where I started. It was cold in these mountains. It made travelling hard work. The lack of oxygen up here didn't help either. Luckily, the population of animals seemed to be largely unaffected by the infection, so I had a fine selection of meats to choose from. I had to be careful though, killing an animal left mess, If I wasn't careful with clean up, I could be traced easily.

Entry 13.

Day 245 of the Infection.

My Katana broke... The months of extreme cold and wet must've finally gotten to it. To be fair, I had used it every day of my life since I was 16. It was still pretty sharp, but I now lacked the great range I used to have. I had to be more careful. I wonder if there were any forges in Zagoria, perhaps I could repair it. I must've gotten lost somewhere in these forsaken mountains, if my cartography is still up to par, I appeared to be about 50miles north of the border and back into Russia. This would cost me dearly having to Backtrack.

Entry 16.

Day 265 301 356, I don't know what day, of the Infection.

I had lost track of what day it was. They all seem the same now. Moving from forest to forest, mountain to mountain, abandoned town to town. It's all the FUCKING SAME. The only thing that was keeping me slightly sane was drawing them. It made me forget about all the horror in the world. All the pain and suffering. Until I finished and then It all came back...

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Entry 17.

Day whatever it says above +1, of the Infection.

I was losing it. I keep hearing things. Terrible screams. Voices. Weird creatures. Without my Katana I was lost, it kept me sane... It kept me focused, It was the source of my strength. It is the only thing I have from my father... other than this cursed fucking formula... Did this mystery vault even exist?

Entry 21.

Supplies gone... Body broken... Mind shattered... I could barely think straight any more.. I couldn't do it anymo-

*The diary entry wasn't finished as if it was cut off mid word*

I awoke some time later in the back of a truck dazed and confused. Lips dry, head pounding and body aching. There was some woman tending to me. I attempted to get up but I was too weak.

"No no, stay resting. We will take care of you now.

My name is Alice.

((All the entries from here on out will be strictly based from IC events with perhaps a little fudging of details to make them more appealing.))

((I intend on adding more details about Kensei's past through occasional flashbacks))

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Ashley    0

すごい。 私はお話しが好きだ。 日本人はとても面白いです。 剣聖は強い名前です。 トーリックさん、ありがとうございました。

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Tamaster92    14

Holy shit that was incredible Toorik.

10000000000/10

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PandoraX3M    0

What to say. I have no words. Hell.

Amazing. Beautifully put together. So much...wow....

Just wow.

<3

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Hory shit. Werr done Toorrik. Rooks very nicery written. I have yet to read it arr tough.

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Incredible story indeed.Lot of detail. 10/10!

You got some writing skills Toorik :D !!!

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Banzai!

*ahem*

Great story but it does make me wonder on the ramifications of 'Pandora's Box'. Few niggles here and there as well but I enjoyed that.

He then gives me a small nod towards a two Katana behind us.

Oh and +1 for Tom Cruise ;)

Nice one :)

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Mick    8

Fucking ace!!!

Well done and amazing detail!

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Toorrik    4

すごい。 私はお話しが好きだ。 日本人はとても面白いです。 剣聖は強い名前です。 トーリックさん、ありがとうございました。

Thank you, I wish I could write Japanese fluent enough to reply back properly as I refuse to use that abomination called Google. I hope some of my minor translation in the story was fine though.

Holy shit that was incredible Toorik.

10000000000/10

Thank you Tamaster.

What to say. I have no words. Hell.

Amazing. Beautifully put together. So much...wow....

Just wow.

<3

Oh stop it you...

Incredible story indeed.Lot of detail. 10/10!

You got some writing skills Toorik :D !!!

Thank you Johny.

Fucking ace!!!

Well done and amazing detail!

Thanks Mick.

Banzai!

*ahem*

Great story but it does make me wonder on the ramifications of 'Pandora's Box'. Few niggles here and there as well but I enjoyed that.

He then gives me a small nod towards a two Katana behind us.

Oh and +1 for Tom Cruise ;)

Nice one :)

I wanted to leave some of the story deliberately vague and open as I intend to write more in the future in the form of an IC Story in which I write down what happens in games and perhaps adding flash backs in there. It is also a very loose version of the tale. Pandora's Box in this case is just a metaphor if you can work out what I mean by it.

There will be a few spelling and Grammar mistakes, I had to rewrite the majority of this twice.

And yeah, Tom Cruise, some CGI of a sword, the Formula from Heroes, a picture of Svalbard Global Seed Vault in Norway. There are very limited pictures to chose from sadly :(

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Nice work toorik! Loved the read! (needs more tentacles:troll: )

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I enjoy these a ton! This is about the best story i have seen yet.

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I come to Black Lake often, It's oddly peaceful. The willow trees were beautiful and so very easy to hide in. They made the perfect contemplation area to go over the days thoughts and actions. I had been spending my last few weeks with an odd bunch of people that go by the name of Exortus. At the moment I couldn't care about any of them other than Alice, she saved my life. I owe her a life debt and I intend to repay the favour, no matter how long it takes.

There were internal issues within this group, I didn't quite know how to act when these problems occurred. Mick Thompson, husband of Alice, they had some sort of row I think, we were just relaxing at this house and all of a sudden Mick comes running in. We ask him whats wrong and he just asks to be left alone. It wasn't my place to go prying so I just left him to it. Later he runs off, Alice comes back crying and Mick is nowhere to be found. We went out in the car to look for Mick, I had to protect Alice so If Mick had hurt her, he had to be brought to justice. We managed to track him down and we get to Pobeda lake, before we managed to get close, he jumped face first off the dam to his death. He must've landed on his face, there was nothing left.

We had a simple ceremony for him, once again I didn't really know how to act, I didn't know these people I was with. It was all kinda awkward. I had seen things back in Japan that people wouldn't believe, Death didn't phase me as much as it used to and definitely not when It was somebody I didn't know. I had never even talked to the man. The really awkward ceremony ended and everyone sort of went their separate ways to grieve.

A few days past, everyone still depressed. I did my best to distract some of the other guys, I taught them some basic Karate and relaxation techniques. It did the job, the mood lightened and they all started to forget about Mick, for the time being at least. This is when I met one of the newer members Laelynn, odd name but who was I to Judge. I didn't really pay her much attention for the few days, as did she to me, just the occasional glance. We never managed to be alone for a little while to talk, everyone else was always there.

A few more days past and we were sitting in a group at the trading post exchanging stories and banter. Most of us were there in a group; Dougie, Richard, Marcus and Laelynn. I had never really had friends before, it wasn't a situation I was completely comfortable in. Every time I glanced over to Laelynn, she looked away and then when I began to turn away she began to look at me again.

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Eventually the other guys left and it was just Laelynn and myself sitting alone. I was uncomfortable in a group of people, think of how I felt sitting next to a beautiful woman that actually took interest in me... We are like the complete opposite persona, I am quiet, calm and collected where as she seems wired, energetic and mad as a hat.

We sat in the trade post together for hours, just getting to know each other. She was entranced by me, wants to know everyone. I told her there were things in my past that I physically couldn't tell her but she understood me perfectly. I did show her the triangle necklace though. I really want to trust her more but these days, its hard to trust anyone.

We must've talked for hours, one moment it was light and the next minute we are both yawning and it was getting dark. We decided to call it a night and headed for a dense forest to set up camp in. Separate tents of course.

I really hope to spend more time with Laelynn in the future. She is a curious little thing and intrigues me.

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PandoraX3M    0

Eventually the other guys left and it was just Laelynn and myself sitting alone. I was uncomfortable in a group of people, think of how I felt sitting next to a beautiful woman that actually took interest in me... We are like the complete opposite persona, I am quiet, calm and collected where as she seems wired, energetic and mad as a hat.

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Ah i love how our stories just back up eachother <3

Just amazing.

<3

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Toorrik    4

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The beaches of Niijima Coast, there were no infected here, no bad people and nobody that could cause us Ill will. It was paradise on Earth and our home. We could sit here all day with not but a bother in the entire world. I was sitting relaxing in the hammock, not a gun in sight for why would we need them out here. Shorts on, shirt unbuttoned and sun blasting onto my skin. Laelynn appeared from within our wooden beach hut carrying two ice cold Daiquiri's. She was wearing some sexy see through sarong bikini thing, hair flowing in the wind and always smiling.

She joined me on the hammock, we would sit there for hours cuddling listening to the sea and the cranes in the distance. I would move the hair out of her eyes and brush it behind her ear then gently kissing her on the forehead. She would then turn her head, smile to me and slowly climb on top of me.

She slowly pushed her body towards mine and kissed me.

Then I woke up.

It's agony to dream like this then wake up to reality.

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Wow i loved this! Brilliant work Toorrik.

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Bushidō eh..? We will see about that, Kensei-san.

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Bushidō eh..? We will see about that, Kensei-san.

yeah, ur fucking screwed kiddo

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Toorrik    4

Bushidō eh..? We will see about that, Kensei-san.

yeah, ur fucking screwed kiddo

Guess Ill just perm my character now, get it over with :D

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Doc    3

Really , really good read! Keep it coming.

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Hofer    20

Fucka youuu Doragonzuuuuuuuuuuuuu ill banzai your ass if i see you near my boi <3

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