Europe, 1388

Kyojuro was a very young boy, only just turning 10 a week ago, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t adventurous. For someone his age, he wanted to know about anything and everything, poking his head into any root and burrow he could see fit. Despite his mother’s constant scoldings or chides. His father, Shinjuro, only encouraged his curious nature; telling the boy that it was a good trait to have, as long as it was exploited wisely.

Today, was a very special day. His father had made the big decision to bring Kyojuro on the ship with he and his crew for the very first time. And Kyojuro was incredibly excited when he had heard the news. This was something he had always begged to do, being out in the open water was so mesmerizing for him.

The expedition had been sailing for months on the vast blue sea when Kyojuro had finally gotten his chance to prove he wasn’t “just a kid.” His father’s crew was anchored near a chain of rocky islands, searching for trade routes and signs of land no European map had ever charted before. The adults spent their days arguing over currents and supplies, barely noticing when Kyojuro wandered too far down the shoreline one warm morning. Following a few strange footprints in the sand, he slipped through thick jungle vines and discovered something impossible; A hidden tribe deep within the island’s interior. The moment Kyojuro realized he wasn’t alone, he panicked and hid among some of the thick palm-bushes. His large eyes glanced around to make sure he hadn’t been spotted before his eyes landed on someone’s mid-section which had suddenly obscured his view. It was another child. A boy around his age. He was barefoot, carrying a carved spear much too big for him. A laced rope carrying a larger animal’s jaw hung on the other’s neck, his sash-like pants torn from the hides of the native animals around here on the island. The boy stared at Kyojuro for several long seconds… then motioned for him to stay silent.

What was going to happen to him?