M10

I am traveling to Japan to learn how to be a samurai. I have arrived outside of a building in which I think it is the samurai school. I can hear sounds like “He Ya”. I went in to the school to talk to the headmaster about joining the school. On the way in I see a kid who stares at me with a real mean look on his face. I browsed through their collection of enemy heads. It smelled revolting. Then I talked to the head master. He said, “Yes you may join our school if you like but you will have to buy your own uniform, for we have recently run out.” I then walked out of the school. As a walked out I scanned the crowd of kids for the kid who gave me the mean and irrational look.

I then went to the shop to buy my uniform. While I was walking to the shop it started raining. I stopped and bought an umbrella. The vendor lady and I had a quick discussion about American one dollar bills. I suppose that they haven’t been invented yet so I gave her some Japanese money which she gladly accepted. I then went to buy my uniform. I went up to the vendor and asked if he had any samurai uniforms. She said yes and went back to get one. She came back with a black uniform with traditional Japanese writing.

The next day I went to the samurai school. I had to sit in a zen garden and calm my mind. While I was calming my mind my instructor taught me how to use my sixth sense. He would attack me at random times and I would have to anticipate where it would hit and when. After three hours of sixth sense training I went on to learn how to use weapons. I was taught how to use a sword, a spear, and a bow. The bow was

the trickiest of all. I had to ride a horse in the night shooting targets with a blindfold on (sixth sense). Then the next morning I was taught the warrior code. The teacher told me if anyone who is not a samurai I should kill them. I thought of the little boy who knocked over my umbrella. Then my teachers said if anyone has done that kill them.

I went out to kill the little kid. I thought I would find him by the umbrella shop. I walked over to the umbrella shop. I saw a bunch of boys playing rango. I went over to them and asked if they were good at rango. They said yes. I sat down to beat them. I got 17 and the other kid got 14. Then the kid came up behind me and said “who the heck do you think you are playing with my friends”. I turned and looked at him in disbelief. I showed him my swords and then gave him a chance to apologise. When he didn’t I cut off his head. I felt a little regret,but it was my job as samurai.

I was told after the fact that you were not supposed to kill kids. I was then told to commit Seppuku. I was astonished. I had ruined my career in about a day. This totally sucks. I hired a fake to commit seppuku. I was not going to die for some kid. I went back into present time and had some hot dogs. I went back to my apartment and sat and thought about samurai.