CHAPTER TWO:THE SWORD
Naomi and Seorouri wandered down the road, looking for Master Yoshi's shop. Finally, they found it.
"Master Yoshi? Master Yoshi?" Seorouri called.
"Ahh, my young apprentice."
"What?" Seorouri was startled as he spun around. Sure enough it was good old Master Yoshi. Master Yoshi was a wise-looking man. He had shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes, and was about 36 years old. He wore a deep red kimono and geta (wooden clogs). He was one of the best samurais in Kyoto, Japan. He had even won the Silver Swords Tournament.
"Master Yoshi, is my sword ready," asked Seorouri.
"Yes, follow me," said Master Yoshi.
Seorouri and Naomi followed him to his backroom where he kept swords specially made for his apprentices. Master Yoshi then opened a drawer. At first Seorouri couldn't see what was in it until Master Yoshi motioned him to come over there. He looked in and saw a long sword.
"This is your sword," he said, "It is capable of cutting down a tree in one tap, so be careful."
"Congratulations, your training is over," he said with a small smile.
"Thank you Master Yoshi, I will never forget how much of a good master you are," said Seorouri.
"There is still much for you to learn though," said Master Yoshi.
"What do you mean," said Seorouri in shock.
"Good masters don't teach their student everything," said Master Yoshi, "You must travel around Kyoto if you want to be better."
"Yes master," said Seorouri. Then he walked out the door with Naomi and gave one last wave to Master Yoshi, who knows he might not ever see him again.