Hey, thanks for the positive reviews! I hope you guys like reading this one, I liked writing it! I'm still really new to this though. -"
A warrior's path is filled with many vices. Ready and willing to ensnare even the most dedicated traveler. Guilt, Laziness, Lusts of the flesh: all of these can hold a warrior in thier grasp. Without a doubt these vises, and the other many that abound in the world, are quite a wall for soldiers of revenge to climb. Some say these are to test a warrior's heart, to see if they'er intentions are pure, to test thier will, thier fighting spirit. One thing can known for sure:
A Warrior's Path is Filled with Many Vices
Growing up an orphan is terrible for any child: no protection from the cold, unfeeling world around. The small village had one orphanage. It was cold at night, the thin sheets did little to warm. In the day the children suffered in the sun while working outside. Children were known to try to run away, or commit suicide because of the lack of feeling in the place. The only thing that kept Suzuka from doing the same was her one want, her need: revenge. She stayed awake staring at the peeling plaster ceiling, thinking about her bloody revenge. How sweet it would be.
She was never happier to have a birthday, at least not since...then. Seven years had past: one on the street, the other six in the miserable building she stood looking at now. She could finaly leave. She stood only a few minutes. It must have looked rather queer, a seventeen year old standing in the street, staring at a decrepit old building. She was beautiful, a natural beauty. Simple, she was simple but yet so, so beautiful. That was what she was. She had planned out exactly what she would do in her head. She would learn who had killed her family, then find him and give him justice. It was simple. Like her: Simple yet beautiful. She however did need more of a plan than that. How was she to kill this man who had killed both her brother and her father? She needed to be trained.
The cold wet feeling of being out in the rain finally set in. She had been waiting outside the small dojo for nearly two days. Hunger now started to grip her.
"I told you, It takes dedication to be a warrior, you just don't have it." The words rattled in her head. Those words kept her going, that and the memory of her parents. So she waited. For two more days she waited, sitting in the same place. She would have to notice her eventually. A dor squeaked open then clashed shut. Slow even footsteps followed.
"You have... potential. I will train you"
"Sensei"
"Do not think it will come that easily. You will earn you apprenticeship"
And thus the training began.
Sorry if this one is short, I have school!