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"Shinta"
(Himura village, 1858)
The small redheaded boy sat next to his father as the two of them took a break from hard-but-rewarding farm work. "Tousan?" asked the boy after sipping some cool water from a ceramic cup his mother had brought out to them.
"Yes, Shinta?"
"When I grow up, I want to be a samurai and protect people and stuff. Do you think I could do it?"
"Of course, Shinta," the man said, ruffling his son's hair. "You'd be good at it." He hadn't the heart to tell the boy that there was little chance of a farmer's son becoming anything so glamorous. It could wait until the boy was old enough to take it.
しんた
(Kyoto, 1863)
The assassin known as Hitokiri Battousai easily sliced through the night's routine target, leaving behind the trademark note labeled with the kanji for "Tenchuu." 'It is ironic, isn't it…' he thought to himself, chuckling darkly.
しんた
End "Shinta"
MS's notesCall it writing practice. Chapters will be posted in the order they are written in. This could get addictive… Note: These aren't exactly going to be formal drabbles, so don't expect them to each be exactly 100 words long. They'll most likely be somewhere between 100 and 200 words in length; this one, for example, is around 150 words long. The scene breaks in this chapter are the hiragana for the name "Shinta". I don't know the kanji it would be written with, otherwise I'd have used them.