Tenchi Muyo:No need for Tears
By MuseiRain
Prologue..
A male fiqure sat his head bowed at the gate of the masaki shrine. He appeared in traditional samurai attire with hints of technological wear and advances and remained in the same spot for many hours not crossing into the gate for he saw it as a sign of disrespect if not invited. He held his sword gently in both hands but his hands palms faced upward to signal he wouldn't attack the shrine or its residents.
The enigmatic Samurai sat silently in mediatation flooded with memorys and thoughts known only to him. His name was Sordei. He would not enter until he was invited for it was a matter of honor and in kindness said a prayer for himself and the shirne and its residents.
The rain fell softly tapping his remained body embracing it softly as a head embraces a pillow and he gently smiled and looked upward. His mouth muttered words only Mother nature would hear or any gods or goddesses that were listening.
"Thank you for the rain..Bringer of heaven and end to tears..".
He waited.
Prologue..
A male fiqure sat his head bowed at the gate of the masaki shrine. He appeared in traditional samurai attire with hints of technological wear and advances and remained in the same spot for many hours not crossing into the gate for he saw it as a sign of disrespect if not invited. He held his sword gently in both hands but his hands palms faced upward to signal he wouldn't attack the shrine or its residents.
The enigmatic Samurai sat silently in mediatation flooded with memorys and thoughts known only to him. His name was Sordei. He would not enter until he was invited for it was a matter of honor and in kindness said a prayer for himself and the shirne and its residents.
The rain fell softly tapping his remained body embracing it softly as a head embraces a pillow and he gently smiled and looked upward. His mouth muttered words only Mother nature would hear or any gods or goddesses that were listening.
"Thank you for the rain..Bringer of heaven and end to tears..".
He waited.