Miyoshomoto, a warrior with a hundred scars was part of the brutal regime that carried out attacks in the villages of Japan. He saw death as though it needed to be warned. And Everyman who begged for their life, he laughed. Why would you beg for your life, when you have earned death itself. The emperor feared him, his own regiment feared him. They simply could not understand him, yet was a very valuable asset to the emperor. They tolerated his unruly ways, his erratic behaviour and hurls of abuses. Even his army was subject to his rexknlessness. The only person he kept his distance away was the emperor, not because he was scared of his life. He truly respected him, the only person he respected in the world.
And every night he drank himself to sleep. The memory of his lover never left his memory. He had killed her after seeing her in bed with another man. Before the incident, he was a happy go lucky man. Doing good for others and singing poems to his lover. She was truly the light in his life. After his parents had died, she was the only one who loved him and really cared for him. After seeing her in bed on that fateful night, he slain her. He walked away with her head to the streets. Everyone screamed. When they wouldn't stop their screams. He said to them. Stop your wailing, I have just given her what she earned. They ran away seeing the sight. The other brave men, ran at him and beat him up to a pulp. After he was beaten, they went to see the state the other man would be. He was alive and well, but he was wailing and crying in terror. Why are you crying, they asked him. He did not kill you? they asked. He sobbed even more, please go and check if he is still there, he said. He told me that he will let me live, but my whole family would die. He said that he would tell them why he had killed then, before they were slain. " I will watch them, die in embarrassment. Their eyes would stoop down in shame," he said. And when you see their faces after they have died, you will see their eyes were down, in shame that they would not even look at you, even after they have died. The horror on the faces of the men could not be described. It is as though they have seen the grim reaper itself. They ran out to see if the Moto was still on the streets. To their horror, he had gone!