The First Actual Adventure
Jack sliced through the last thirteen beetle drones with a deafening SHING. Night had fallen twice since Aku had sent this particular horde at him, and nearly five times as many of every model as was normal. He sheathed his sword, tiredly, contemplatively. Aku must be getting frustrated to no end. He wiped a few beads of sweat from his brow and continued on.
He paused halfway down the road, looking up through his most recent straw hat. He knew this city. He lowered his gaze from the frantic traffic above him, and walked along the dirty streets until he came across an old garage; the door was down to keep out the impending dusk chill. He smiled a weary, wonderful smile. Here, he could find respite, as he had before. Jack walked to the side door, removed his sandals, and knocked politely on the wooden frame.
The door cracked a bit, revealing a small, dark eye, then was thrown wide open as the middle daughter exclaimed gleefully, "Samurai Jack!" He smiled paternally down as she leapt forward and glomped his waist with her tiny arms.
"May I come in?"
"Of course! Okaasan has dinner ready, c'mon!" She released him, whirling rapidly on white-socked feet to inform the family. Jack couldn't help but chuckle as he followed at a more stately pace, removing his hat once inside. Quietly he slid the door shut.
"Ah, Samurai Jack, so very good to see you again!" Mr. Tengu came to welcome him, face wrinkling with a smile. Jack bowed, returning the warm smile. It was almost like home, again. Mr. Tengu moved to one side to allow him in.
"It is good to see you again as well...all of you," said Jack as he ducked under the top of the doorframe. He vaguely remembered where the dining room was, and the sound of the happily chattering children helped guide him to it. He walked to one side of the low table, and seated himself comfortably. The girls were still arguing over who would get to sit next to him, while the youngest son showed him some of his drawings. Mr. Tengu sat at the end, still smiling across to Jack. Mrs. Tengu began to lay food on the table.
She asked gently, "So, what brings you back to our humble home, Samurai?"
Jack sliced through the last thirteen beetle drones with a deafening SHING. Night had fallen twice since Aku had sent this particular horde at him, and nearly five times as many of every model as was normal. He sheathed his sword, tiredly, contemplatively. Aku must be getting frustrated to no end. He wiped a few beads of sweat from his brow and continued on.
He paused halfway down the road, looking up through his most recent straw hat. He knew this city. He lowered his gaze from the frantic traffic above him, and walked along the dirty streets until he came across an old garage; the door was down to keep out the impending dusk chill. He smiled a weary, wonderful smile. Here, he could find respite, as he had before. Jack walked to the side door, removed his sandals, and knocked politely on the wooden frame.
The door cracked a bit, revealing a small, dark eye, then was thrown wide open as the middle daughter exclaimed gleefully, "Samurai Jack!" He smiled paternally down as she leapt forward and glomped his waist with her tiny arms.
"May I come in?"
"Of course! Okaasan has dinner ready, c'mon!" She released him, whirling rapidly on white-socked feet to inform the family. Jack couldn't help but chuckle as he followed at a more stately pace, removing his hat once inside. Quietly he slid the door shut.
"Ah, Samurai Jack, so very good to see you again!" Mr. Tengu came to welcome him, face wrinkling with a smile. Jack bowed, returning the warm smile. It was almost like home, again. Mr. Tengu moved to one side to allow him in.
"It is good to see you again as well...all of you," said Jack as he ducked under the top of the doorframe. He vaguely remembered where the dining room was, and the sound of the happily chattering children helped guide him to it. He walked to one side of the low table, and seated himself comfortably. The girls were still arguing over who would get to sit next to him, while the youngest son showed him some of his drawings. Mr. Tengu sat at the end, still smiling across to Jack. Mrs. Tengu began to lay food on the table.
She asked gently, "So, what brings you back to our humble home, Samurai?"