Chapter two: Running again.
Mazinaru and his sensei sit facing each other, both in deep meditation with a candle lit between them. Suddenly a very cold draft comes in as the door blows open, blowing out the candle and tossing the cut hair of the young Mazinaru. The figure of a man wearing an ape's skin appears in the door. Mazinaru and his sensei both stand up, completely synchronized, "I don't know who you are demon but I'm not playing your damn games." Mazinaru shouted spitefully. The demon merely laughed as he floated into the air and several strange insets emerged from beneath the skin. "What in the HELL is this!" Mazinaru shouts as he draws his family's short sword from the small of his back, igniting it in flame just barley big enough to stop the insects. "Mazi be careful to conserve your power!" Sensei shouted to Mazinaru. Mazi quickly ran towards the demon bringing his sword in line with the head to jab; however, Mazinaru finds himself thrown across the Dojo and through the back wall right into a tree, paralyzing him with pain. The demons barrier protected it from the attack as if it were only a fly. "Let us be demon!" Sensei shouted as he called fourth a fireball and hurled it towards the demon, the attack having about as much affect as Mazi's attack. The demon quickly reached out and grabbed the sensei by the neck, lifting him into the air and squeezing tightly; before Mazinaru could fully comprehend what was happening his master was dead.
"Senseiā¦" Mazinaru was hardly able to speak through the pain as he watched his sensei die to the monster, he knew the only way he was going to avenge his Sensei or his village was to do as he was told and find another teacher so he could become stronger. Using all the strength he could get - and a bit of his elemental magic too - Mazinaru ran into the forest going as fast as he could. The demon merely stood above the corpse and watched Mazinaru run into the darkened forest, for the demon Naraku was a patient one and knew it need not give chase; they always come back to him eventually.
Mazinaru ran as long as he could but, eventually his battered body gave up and he had no choice but, to stop and rest. The rain poured, the winds howled and the faint sounds of a nearby village faded to nothing as the young boy fell asleep from exhaustion.
