Fate Unknown
Early in the morning, only moments after the cock had crowed, Kyoji had awoken and performed his morning exercises. Kyoji could not wait for his Sensei to teach him some English today. He entered into Master Arai's house and knocked on his Master's bedroom door.
"Hello? Are you ready to teach me?"
He paused shortly to listen for a response, but was not answered.
"He can't still be sleeping can he?" Kyoji thought while he slowly opened the door to the bedroom.
His jaw fell open at the horrible scene just ahead of him.
"Master Arai has been slain, but... who could commit such a cowardly act? It looks like he never saw it coming. Whoever did it did not give him time to fight back nor did they try to torture him."
Kyoji stormed out of the room and in blind fury began overturning the few articles of furniture that there were in the house.
"Wait, I can't do this, I have to calm myself and think who would have a reason to kill Sensei. They definitely did not come for money and this was not random because were miles away from the nearest town; what other motives are there? Hmm... revenge maybe? This can wait, I need to be digging a grave now."
Kyoji walked outside and went to the back of the house where the shovel lay. The area behind the house was absolutely bare and a perfect place to begin digging. As Kyoji monotonously worked with the shovel more and more clumps of dirt flew, the sun's heat seemed to have intensified and slow progress was being made. Two hours later, after finishing all that tiring work he went back into the house and slung Arai's lifeless body over his shoulder.
He gently laid his Sensei into grave and then began filling the hole back up. By the time he finished his hands were raw from uninterrupted work and he had a few splinters in them as well. His shell ached from all the bending and his arms felt heavier after so much labor, but it was his parched tongue which forced him to the well for water and got his first rest since dig the grave. He sat on the ground while gulping down the refreshing water. Then immediately of who killed his master.
"Ok I have to hard about this. Master Arai doesn't-- I mean he didn't even know anyone from around here so how-- Wait would they actually be able to find him after all these years? Damn it why should they still care about something that happened so long ago? I can't believe they could do this Master, your unnecessary death will be avenged I promise you."
He ran into the forest with a heart pumping hate, mind almost blank, tears forming, and his fate unknown.
Early in the morning, only moments after the cock had crowed, Kyoji had awoken and performed his morning exercises. Kyoji could not wait for his Sensei to teach him some English today. He entered into Master Arai's house and knocked on his Master's bedroom door.
"Hello? Are you ready to teach me?"
He paused shortly to listen for a response, but was not answered.
"He can't still be sleeping can he?" Kyoji thought while he slowly opened the door to the bedroom.
His jaw fell open at the horrible scene just ahead of him.
"Master Arai has been slain, but... who could commit such a cowardly act? It looks like he never saw it coming. Whoever did it did not give him time to fight back nor did they try to torture him."
Kyoji stormed out of the room and in blind fury began overturning the few articles of furniture that there were in the house.
"Wait, I can't do this, I have to calm myself and think who would have a reason to kill Sensei. They definitely did not come for money and this was not random because were miles away from the nearest town; what other motives are there? Hmm... revenge maybe? This can wait, I need to be digging a grave now."
Kyoji walked outside and went to the back of the house where the shovel lay. The area behind the house was absolutely bare and a perfect place to begin digging. As Kyoji monotonously worked with the shovel more and more clumps of dirt flew, the sun's heat seemed to have intensified and slow progress was being made. Two hours later, after finishing all that tiring work he went back into the house and slung Arai's lifeless body over his shoulder.
He gently laid his Sensei into grave and then began filling the hole back up. By the time he finished his hands were raw from uninterrupted work and he had a few splinters in them as well. His shell ached from all the bending and his arms felt heavier after so much labor, but it was his parched tongue which forced him to the well for water and got his first rest since dig the grave. He sat on the ground while gulping down the refreshing water. Then immediately of who killed his master.
"Ok I have to hard about this. Master Arai doesn't-- I mean he didn't even know anyone from around here so how-- Wait would they actually be able to find him after all these years? Damn it why should they still care about something that happened so long ago? I can't believe they could do this Master, your unnecessary death will be avenged I promise you."
He ran into the forest with a heart pumping hate, mind almost blank, tears forming, and his fate unknown.