Samurai Y The Golden Sword
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William Anderson, Grade 7
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Short Story
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2016
“I’m Kazo the great so I declare that this valley is now mine. So leave.” Those were the last moments of me feeling like I was at home. Kazo the great is the only spirit no one stands up for. He is mean, fearless and most of all very, very dirty.
Mum and I left the next day to try find a new place to call home, but when I thought I found it, I was kidnapped and my mum was slaughtered to death, all I could do was watch. Now I can protect myself because I’m the last Samurai Y.
I became a Samurai Y by joining the Great Samurai Academy my teacher’s name was Master Sam. At the academy there are different ranks first you start at A then B to C. I’m ranked Y, the next rank is Z which is the highest. For me to get rank Z I must learn inner-peace, but it’s very hard to accomplish, I have to do something remarkable, so I thought of having a great battle with Kazo. Whoever wins get the valley.
I left at the crack of dawn and walked for over 3 hours, until I found a village. I walk in thinking everything was ok when suddenly a couple of bloodthirsty ruthless killing ninjas, that look very hungry, jump out. I was ready as ever to attack but when I saw that I was in the middle of the main street I remembered my master always said, ‘Beware of your surroundings if necessary retreat to an opening to spring your attack’. So I followed his word and ran as fast as I can till I found an opening. I quickly spun around to see that no one was there. They must have ran off in another direction, I thought.
I re-trace my steps till I saw an opened door with sword marks wedged in the walls. I walk in and look around, ‘Hello’ I say but no one answered, ‘Hello’ I say again nothing, I started walking to the door when I hear some mumbling ’help’ I can’t quit understand what it meant I follow the voice till I hear my name, so I started running, when I see three shadows. Two look very similar to the ninjas I saw but I can’t make out the other one.
I secretly follow them all around the village, when they stop and drop the person and start punching, hitting, kicking and stabbing the poor helpless figure. I walk closer, I step on a stick it makes a loud CRACK!! The two ninja looking figures run off as quickly as possible, I run to the person to see who it is and how they feel, but when I look down I see the most strongest and smartest man I know. Master Sam. His on the ground bleeding with broken arms and legs about to die. ‘How did this happen’ I asked but no reply.