Disclaimer: I don't own Shaman King
First, she had looked at me, pleading for mercy, but I saw no other choice. I took the nearest weapon at hand-and I ran to her, driving it into the chest……
Cross my heart…
She fell upon the ground, blood spewing from her chest. Just before she died, she had whispered, "Anna how could you?"
Hope to die……She was heard by other ears. The leader, who heard all the commotion, rushed out of his hiding place. He instantly cried, "Traitor!" and sprung at me with a dagger. I had no choice.
Man has non hope…..
Tears fell upon the dead body. I choked back wails of sorrow.
Including I…
A cry escaped me as two others appeared. I ran, as a traitor in their eyes.
Cross my heart……..
Again I stood over two more dead bodies, heart lying shattered on the floor (a quote from someone else's story that I saw. Not my creation.). I ran past them, the battle in the woods over.
Hope to die…..
Running still, I hoped to find shelter before the other villagers found me, and killed me. I chanced course, going away from the creek instead of along it. I hid in the shadows of trees.
The trees lie….
A huge estate loomed above me. Seeing no choice, I came to the two black doors and opened them.
Apart from sky…….
I was found the next morning, a frail girl huddled on the ground, unconscious. It turned out that I ended up at Izumo, Japan, in the mist of the mountains.
No hope to live…….
The person who found me was named Kino Asakura. She told me that she was one who could see spirits or uncommon spirits, even exorcise them! She was something called an itako, Japanese's traditional shaman.
No hope to live……..
I begged her to teach me, for I somehow knew that I was a shaman like her. Kino then gave me a test to test my Shaman strength. I passed with flying colors. So, Kino took me on as an apprentice, to become an itako like her. I was happy.
No path to walk……
But I never forgot my mysterious past, the past that I never wanted to remember. I hoped to seal it away, but I could not. It lay in the depths of my mind for a long time, waiting for the right moment to emerge once again. The people I had killed….seeing their bodies piled in front of me…….It was too much. My happiness that had been there melted away.
I've scattered away………
Don't you think that it's a bit violent?
