Kyoshiro
The sun, shining so brightly in the sky. It gives me heat, warmth and love. It doesn't ask, it doesn't take. It only gives, it only ---
"Son!"
The yelling of my father breaks me out of my quiet meditation. Grudgingly, I stand up. And I walk over to my dad.
"Yes?"
"You're late for the appointment I set up for you."
Then it dawns on me. I was supposed to go to the swordmakers today.
"Right, I got to go!"
I respectfully pass my father, grab my good, black robe and I run to the town. About half-way there I run out of breath. And I walk briskly.
After a period of time I manage to make it to the town. And I turn a corner, then I run into someone and fall down.
"I'm so sorry," then I see who I ran into. "Oh, my! Mr. Murasara!"
I bow low, frightend by my lack of knowledge on his personality. Then he surprises me.
"Oh, no, it's fine. I was just going to get some supplies. Come with me."
"Oh, yeah, ok."
He is wearing a white robe with a green trim. He has his hair down, and it goes down far.
He walks past me and I walk behind him. We go around the town and he buys various supplies. I offered to carry them, and I did. After and hour of running around town carrying heavy swordmaking supplies, I was quite exhausted. He simply smiled and lead me onward.
About a half an hour later he lead me to his house. He opened the door and I brought the supplies inside. He brought me to a room that looked very clean, there was a working bench with a hammer, a stove and a pool. And there were stacks of supplies around the room.
"Now, let me show you how to do this, then I must get some more supplies while you sit here and make swords."
He showed me how to use stove, the pool, the hammer and all the other tools. He told me how long, and how hot. He told me everything, it took about 3 hours until he thought I was ready.
Then he left without a word, and I went on to make more swords.
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