I had to do this for English class. If youre an anime/manga fan, you'll see some name cameos;)
The Road Ahead
A quiet wind was blowing from the north. Villagers watched as lotus blossoms were dancing with it, and apart from the sound of the tiny, rocky stream nearby, nothing was to be heard in the village. It barely spanned an acre, but nonetheless seemed quite large through the eyes of one young boy, Shinji Kurosaki.
Shinji was known as the village’s troublemaker (he often liked to play tricks, and steal things). The villagers knew nothing of the boy except for his name, and of course his love of causing chaos. He usually appeared around noon, just as the sun was high enough to cast shadows of all the buildings of the village-perfect for escaping, and this day was no exception.
There was a salty aroma, like a warm sea breeze coming from Mr. Kisuke’s ramen shop, where he was preparing his renowned stew. This was always where Shinji went first.
Shinji had no idea how to navigate the village, He was not able to read the signs (for he had never been taught), but instead followed his canine sense of smell. This had been with him since he was born, when he liked to track small animals (though he never caught one)
The scent was getting closer. Mr Kisuke had just finished the pot, and it was lying in plain sight in front of Shinji. He creeped towards it, and just when he was about to take a big, full slurp, he found that Mr Kisuke was looking straight at him. His heart skipped a beat, his brow began to sweat. His first instinct was to run, but his feet did not seem to be getting the message. Suddenly the adrenaline hit him, and he was off, the portly Ramen Cook waddling after him. He took a left, and as there was no smell to guide him, he ended up right back on the long, wide stretch of shops and stalls where he began. He turned around. An out of Breath Mr. Kisuke had caught up with him, and it seemed that many of the villagers had begun crowding around.
“We’ve finally got you!” said Mr. Kisuke. Shinji, looking frantically around, noticed no possible window for escape. “All this time, you’ve been making trouble, stealing and making fun of people” Shinji couldn’t help but snigger a little inside as an increasingly larger patch of armpit sweat appeared on Mr. Kisuke. “It’s finally time to teach you a lesson!” The Sweaty man was passed a wooden sword from somewhere in the crows, which was slowly increasing in numbers. Shinji began to panic. He didn’t know if he should accept his punishment or not. Mr. Kisuke had moved in, and brought his huge right arm back. With unexpected force, the middle aged man swung the sword like a convict breaks rocks with a pickaxe. Shinji closed his eyes. It would be over soon. Thud. Nothing had hit him. He didn’t want to open his eyes-but he did. The look on Mr. Kisuke’s face was frozen. A long, sharp, silver blade had blocked the wooden assault. The crowd looked on, their mouths open, their eyes looking like they had taken a holiday a few inches away from their sockets.
A tall figure, dressed in a long, grey kimono was standing before him. He had the most piercing eyes Shinji had seen on a man, and his dark hair was flowing down his face, stopping at his nose. “A swwoorrrd!?” said a flustered Mr. Kisuke. “Do you know what would happen if the police saw you with that!?” “It’s my business what I do with my life” said the man, slowly sheathing the illegal weapon. By this time, Shinji had defrosted, and began inching his way to his escape, as the crowd seemed more interested in the mysterious stranger than the punishment of a certain troublesome child. The crowd seemed to be increasingly inquisitive of the stranger, who was making his way toward the edge of the crowd, and with a harsh stare, the ring of people stepped to the side to allow him through. Mr. Kisuke, not believing what he had seen had not stood up yet.
“What in the Emperors name is going on here!?” Three local policemen entered the street. They were all considerably sized, uniformed and each carried a three foot long crime sword on their hips.
“Go after him!” exclaimed Mr. Kisuke, who by this time had made it to his feet and was hyperventilating. “Who?” said the policeman who was apparently in control. “Which way?”
“Some stranger…carrying…wheeze….a sword….went to the…left” He had pointed up the street which the stranger had taken. “Men, ahead!” said the leader.
By this time, the stranger had just made it to the outside of the small village. He had a brisk stride, and was just about to step out onto the road when….
“Hey Mister!” Shinji, hopping along a roof had caught up with him.
“Thanks for saving me!” The man didn’t reply. “You got a name, Mister?”
He looked up at Shinji, who was hanging off a drainpipe, as if it was a vine.
With a sigh, he opened his mouth. “Kenpachi” Shinji looked a little confused. “What kind of a name is that?” said Shinji. “Where ya going.”
“I have to find someone” said Kenpachi. “And I must leave now”
“There he is!” exclaimed the smallest of the three policemen. The trio darted around the corner, and drew their swords. “You are under arrest by the authority of the police of this prefecture for possession of an illegal weapon. Surrender the weapon or we may be forced to attack”
“That’s where I have a problem” said Kenpachi, unleashing his sword. You see, this sword is worth far more than my life.” With a flash, the beautiful sword was pressed up against the leaders neck. “ Wh-what!?” squeaked the leader, with an expression on his face like he was looking at death. “How did you……” “Who knows?” said Kenpachi in a low tone. Shinji looked on in amazement, as Kansai Prefectures finest were reduced to helplessness. “Don’t worry about me! Get him!” stammered the leader. Acting on their orders, the other two men were about to charge, but then noticed that their swords were nowhere to be seen. “Looking for these?” said Kenpachi, who had managed to strip the two of their blades without their notice. Knocked back with confusion, the two men ran like two mice, up the street, and around the corner. “They won’t be back” said a confident Kenpachi, who still had his blade up against the leader. “Get lost” said Kenpachi pitifully, as he kicked the leader over. “He’s out cold!” said Shinji gleefully.
Kenpachi said nothing, sheathing his sword. “How did you get to be so strong?” said Shinji.
“Who knows?” said Kenpachi. Shinji frowned. “That’s not an answer!”
Kenpachi proceeded to walk. Shinji was following closely behind, asking the occasional question, which was usually answered with ‘Who knows?’
After half an hour or so, Kenpachi stopped and turned around. “Hey Kid”
“Yeah?” said Shinji, with a hopeful look on his face “Why are you following me? Don’t you live in that village?” “I don’t live anywhere” said Shinji. “That’s the way its always been” “Huh” said Kenpachi, who seemed to be thinking. “Well, you better not be following me around for long. I have important matters to attend to, and I don’t want to babysit a little brat. “I am not a brat!” roared Shinji.
“I’m heading to Nekura town” yawned Kenpachi lazily, who seemed to be losing interest in their conversation.
“Ne-k-ura tow..n?” that’s miles away!”
“Only if you go slowly, replied Kenpachi roughly.
The pair continued on down the road, and as the sun began to set, Shinji’s questions became less and less frequent. Soon, it was dusk, and the moon was beginning to show its face. Thud. Shinji fell down asleep, while he was still walking. Kenpachi wondered whether it would be more beneficial for him to leave him there or stop for the night. He met himself halfway, and picked the child up, swung him over his shoulder, and began to run into the murky horizon.
Its not finished as of now, but tell me what you think
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