Disclaimer: I own nothing written here. It all belongs to someone(s) else.
Author's Pre-Story Ramble: Welcome to my first official story. I do hope you enjoy it as much as I had fun writing it. It is a one-shot, and I am determined to keep it that way. I am very curious as to what people may think about this little piece. And now we begin...
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The stroke of the brush completes the last delicate line of the painting. A slender hand carefully lifts the brush quickly, yet smoothly, so as not to add on an errant drop of ink to the paper. The meaning of the art piece could not be obvious to anyone without an intimate connection of its real-life occurance. It felt right to him to have drawn it, especially at this time when he was so close to the end of the sham performance he was playing now.
Soon, his disguise of a poor, humble painter would be released and discarded in the darkness he had hidden himself in as he stepped into the light of public recognition. This last painting would raise a note of acknowledgement to the great man from whom the inspiration came to set forth on the long, arduous task of completing a long-forgotten mission by all except himself. Once the deed was done, if he survived, he would build a monument to Sagara Souzo so that all would know and remember the man who initiated the radical change in their world.
Tsukioka Katsuhiro was primed and ready to change the world in the name of his beliefs.
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Author's Post-Story Ramble: Hope you liked it (I presume by the time you're reading this, you've read the story). Please review and give me feedback, I would like to know whether this story ranks as: trite, interesting, boring, and so on and so forth. Flames will be bemusedly smirked at, since I can't imagine what I put in this story that could be considered flame-able. Constructive criticism may possibly earn some good karma, however.
-Wooden Bracelet