If any Japanese person is offended by this, I am sorry. I am not trying to be mean. Just trying to give them honor.(Excuse the pun)
The honor of a Japanese is the greatest gift you can ever possess. When the katana flashes, it a sign of death and honor. That is the way of the Japanese.
When Takeo attacked, he attacked not with his katana, but his Type 100. But the gun also flashed. It was not as brilliant as his sword, but just as deadly. The Japanese always fought until the end. They never got captured. When casualties were counted, Japanese always had the lowest.
Takeo was looking for American survivors that were rumored in this area. Americans were dishonorable dogs. They did not deserve the death that Takeo served. But death came anyways. No matter where you looked, death came. Takeo heard a strange noise. It struck him odd. He never heard a noise like that. It was out of place. But when Takeo checked it, it was just another dead Japanese body. Yakuma came next to Takeo.
"Poor Takusi. He was struck by a mad American. Was attacked with bare hands. Most dishonorable." said Yakuma.
Takeo turned his back on Yakuma. He felt that something was off. However dishonorable, Americans would never do that. Unless...
Suddenly, Yakuma cried out. And then a growl. Takeo turned around and saw the dead soldier attacking Yakuma. Yakuma was motionless. Takeo shot the beast and ran. Ran from the yellow eyes he saw all around the forest. They were everywhere!
Takeo burned ammo. Soon, he was almost out. So he pulled out his handgun and began blasting away. He spotted an abandoned treehouse and climbed up. He ran faster. He barricaded himself into three men who appeared in a brilliant flash of light. Takeo looked and there was madness in the drunk Soviet and the insane German. But there still was sanity in the American. And pain in all their eyes.
And the pain soon reached his eyes too. But his honor would lead the way. It always did.