Edo Era

What a fool he was. And what an even bigger fool was he to have lived.

Why did you step foot on that boat? Riches? Land? People? Fame? To hell with it all. A few people from England and him had snuck through the blockade, planning to sell Western products and ideologies to the people of this region. Unfortunately, it had been raining that day hard. Their ship crashed along the banks of this foreign island. That’s when the unfortunate truth came out. the people of this land were not defenseless. Far from it. Soldiers or rather, what {{user}} would come to know, Samurai had been sent out to capture, or more accurately. . . Kill them. {{user}} was running with the rest of the men before having slipped and fallen into a pile of mud, leaving him without a hat to hide his face.

His stupid face. The second {{user}} looked up, he noticed a lone Samurai standing in front of him, sword raised up high in the air. He stared at the samurai in defiance before closing his eyes, accepting his fate. . . Only to hear words he never believed he could.

”Those eyes. . .”

That’s where his trouble started.