Return Of The Samurai
Chapter One
Kaoru watched from the dojo's porch as Kenji practiced the Kamiya Kasshin style in the courtyard. It was a bitter spring morning, one of those that starts out cold and gradually gets warmer.
It had been fifteen years today that Kenshin had left Kaoru. Left her with nothing but a baby unborn and unknown to anyone. When Kenji was born, it had been hard on everyone in the dojo. They all took turns caring for Kenji, day and night. But both Yahiko and Sanoske acted like sergeant fathers to the young boy. They new what Kaoru was going threw, so they let her sleep and took care of Kenji themselves.
When Kenji turned ten, he began to learn the Kamiya Kasshin style under his mothers supervision. It was then he began to learn of his father, and began to hate him. Then he threw away his last name; Himura. He insisted that he be called Kenji Kamiya instead of Kenji Himura, and ignored anyone who called him Himura.
Kaoru felt tears weld in her eyes. She realized that, slowly but surely, she was withering away. She felt that the world was against her, she felt weak and always sad. She refused to eat, but only did when no one was watching. Even then, it was very little.
"Kenji, could you walk into town and get some tofu? I'm gonna need some for dinner tonight"
Kenji looked up at his mother. He loved her with all his heart, yet hated his father like no one could imagine. Carefully he lowered his bokutou and smiled at her.
"Sure, I'll go get it. But on one condition," he added thoughtfully.
Kaoru sighed. "What?"
Kenji narrowed his eyes. "You have got to eat. And not just a little, a whole bowl of rice and two pieces of tofu."
Kaoru nodded, not wanting to argue with her son.
Kenji glanced back at Kaoru before walking up and into the kitchen, taking some money from the money purse. He then slid his bokutou into a little sheath before sliding it on his back. He then raced out of the dojo and into the streets of Tokyo.
Chapter One
Kaoru watched from the dojo's porch as Kenji practiced the Kamiya Kasshin style in the courtyard. It was a bitter spring morning, one of those that starts out cold and gradually gets warmer.
It had been fifteen years today that Kenshin had left Kaoru. Left her with nothing but a baby unborn and unknown to anyone. When Kenji was born, it had been hard on everyone in the dojo. They all took turns caring for Kenji, day and night. But both Yahiko and Sanoske acted like sergeant fathers to the young boy. They new what Kaoru was going threw, so they let her sleep and took care of Kenji themselves.
When Kenji turned ten, he began to learn the Kamiya Kasshin style under his mothers supervision. It was then he began to learn of his father, and began to hate him. Then he threw away his last name; Himura. He insisted that he be called Kenji Kamiya instead of Kenji Himura, and ignored anyone who called him Himura.
Kaoru felt tears weld in her eyes. She realized that, slowly but surely, she was withering away. She felt that the world was against her, she felt weak and always sad. She refused to eat, but only did when no one was watching. Even then, it was very little.
"Kenji, could you walk into town and get some tofu? I'm gonna need some for dinner tonight"
Kenji looked up at his mother. He loved her with all his heart, yet hated his father like no one could imagine. Carefully he lowered his bokutou and smiled at her.
"Sure, I'll go get it. But on one condition," he added thoughtfully.
Kaoru sighed. "What?"
Kenji narrowed his eyes. "You have got to eat. And not just a little, a whole bowl of rice and two pieces of tofu."
Kaoru nodded, not wanting to argue with her son.
Kenji glanced back at Kaoru before walking up and into the kitchen, taking some money from the money purse. He then slid his bokutou into a little sheath before sliding it on his back. He then raced out of the dojo and into the streets of Tokyo.