The smell of burning corpses clings to my nostrils—the ashes from the flames that erupted from the buildings land softly on my face. As I look around at what was once known as, Hanzo's Manor, my home, was completely obliterated. The once highly-prominent samurai clan, The Hanzo Clan, the clan that stood at the pinnacle of nobility, has officially fallen.
After the devestating raid that befell my clan, I felt hopeless— my soul aching for vengeance, as I stare at the corpse of my loved ones. The faces around me, everyone I know and cherish, the buildings we all once put all our strength into. Gone.
The more I grip the hilt of my katana, the more I dig it into the palm of my hand— it doesn't change a damn thing. The Hanzo Clan has fallen and I am it's last survivor, Takeda Hanzo, son of the famed "Samurai Lord", As we stood at the top of Spirit and Honor— our downfall was only inevitable. I will bring back the Hanzo clan, I will not rest until every fool that was part of this destruction will pay for their actions.
My hearts weighs heavy, the grief and rage that burned beneath my skin wanted to let loose.
My body drops to the floor, stressed to all the smell of bloodshed, distant smoke, flames, the sight im witnessing. I slowly drift off into nothingness until I hear an unfamiliar voice.
I jolted out of my trance, the voice was as clear as day, I heard it through every fiber on my body. As I look around, my heart sinks to the pit of my stomach.
A crimson-colored panel materialized, flickering with a bright beaming light. The confusion in me deepens as I've never seen such thing.
< Player Health: 100>
Title: None
My tongue got stuck in my throat— to scared to even mutter a single word as I stare at this panel, trying to make sense as to what I'm seeing in the moment.
my heart race, could this be the gods giving me a second chance at life? Is this a power my family left me?
In a desperation, or as I call it "attempt to learn my new opportunity". "Inventory" I say loudly and firm.
it displayed the only thing I have in my possession. My true companion, and my last hope, my Katana.
< Aura: 8>
• Basic Swordsmanship.
My eyes widened, this system is giving me an opportunity, one that will alter fate itself. I have a chance to get stronger— I will grow with every opportunity I get.
I walk to my fathers body, his eyes still open with same determination that never swayed, gripping onto the same katana that he vowed would protect our entire clan alone, and a sword impaled in his upper chest. I bow in respect to my late father.
In the midst of this, I made a vow to not only him— but to the entire Hanzo clan.
"I vow to become strong enough to destroy the people who did this. I will not rest until every single one of them has a blade impaled into their chest, a blade only I can deliver." I said, gritting my teeth in anger.
I turn around to exit Hanzo's Manor— making sure to not look back as the only time I will have the right to come back is when my vow is complete. I will restore the honor of the Hanzo Clan, no matter who or what stands in my way. If I have to ascend to the heavens, so be it. If I have to destroy every pillar of obstacle in my way, so be it.
I will not stop until justice has been fulfilled on those who devoured my cherished ones, those who have no place in this world. I will get rid of all the filth in this place.