My Grandfather told me a legend of the Sacred Warriors. Three element warriors ruled the country many years ago. Earth, Fire, and Water. Now, my village lived normally and never spoke the words of the legend. Until a mysterious girl entered my grandfather's training hall.
The Element Angel
As I sweat during my basic training, my grandfather called me inside the old, brown dojo. I froze in my defense pose and looked over at my grandfather, who was standing near the sliding doors.
"It's time for a break, grandson," my grandfather said, leaning against his wooden cane.
"But Grandfather, I just started," I said, standing, faced my grandfather.
"Jing, you've been training all morning and afternoon," he said, walking slowly down the steps.
"There's no time to rest now. The Errorists can attack any moment. Anywhere," I said, trying to convince my grandfather to let me train a little more.
The Errorists are a Japanese army with fantastic warriors with strength using element energy. They attack any country they choose and rule. They have taken over 3 countries, but not my country.
My grandfather stood there and sighed. He turned around and said, "At least eat something," as he walked inside the dojo.
I walked over to an orange tree and took an orange that was ready to eat. I started peeling it when there was knocking at the double doors. I dropped the orange and tightly held my wooden stick. I walked over to the doors and opened one of them, quickly. My wooden stick broke in half with a speed of light. I looked up form my broken weapon and stared in the eyes of a teenaged girl, who stood in a defense position.
She blinked and stood straight. She bowed and smiled. The girl looked at me and asked, "Is this where the Daisuki Training Hall located?"
I stared at her and started asking myself questions. How'd she know about my grandfather's training hall? Is she a spy of the Errorists? I realized that she stared at me, confused. I shook my head a bit.
"It depends. How'd you know about the Daisuki Training Hall?" I asked, dropping my broken weapon.
"Oh!" She said, getting something from her pocket, "I got this invitation from Master Okai Daisuki." She handed me a scroll.
I stared at the scroll that was in my hands. I couldn't believe my grandfather invited someone to join the training sessions without telling me.
"Oh, you must be Tae. I was expecting you, dear new student," Grandfather said, standing behind me.
I stared at the invitation and stared at the girl, who bowed to Grandfather. I turned to face my grandfather and said, "You didn't tell me you invited someone to join Daisuki Training Hall."
He placed his right on my head and replied, "I'm sorry if I didn't tell you. I wanted to see your reactions when you found out I invited a girl to my training hall." He gave a smile. Tae gave a giggle. She then, smiled at me.
That night, we Grandfather, Tae and I sat down for dinner.
"So, Tae, please tell us, how'd you manage to travel here all the way from Tokyo," Grandfather said, scooping a bowl of rice for Tae.
"I walked," Tae replied, bowing 'thank you' to Grandfather.
Grandfather and I stared at her like we couldn't believe it. Our eyes were wide and our mouths dropped. Tae giggled.
"You must be kidding," I said, hoping she was.
Tae shook her head, and said, "No, I'm not kidding. I actually walked."
"I'm very proud. You actually walked? I'm very impressed," my grandfather said, taking a bite of his fried fish tail.
I stared at my grandfather. I wished he was proud of me training everyday, getting prepare for any battle. I looked down at my food and thought about battles I might face in the Future. Then, I looked up at Tae and asked, "How old are you, exactly?"
"I'm 15-years-old," Tae replied, smiling.
"Oh, that's great!" Grandfather said, excited, "My grandson is also 15."
Tae looks at me and I looked back.
"You never said your name," Tae said, putting her bowl on the table, gently.
"Jing, you have never introduce yourself," Grandfather said, placing his hand on my shoulder, "Your chance is now."
I tilt my head down a bit and said, "My name is Jing Daisuki. I've been living with my grandfather over 10 years. I'm happy to give you a tour of the training hall." I looked at Tae, who stood up and smiled down at me.
"Jing is a very cute name," she said, carrying dirty dishes, "I can't wait for the tour."
"Oh, Tae, I'll do the dishes. Take the tour. My single grandson will take you," Grandfather said, walking towards the kitchen.
"Grandfather!" I said, when he said 'single grandson.'
Tae laughed and stood in front of me, smiling happily.
"This is where we train every morning," I said, opening the sliding door to the morning room.
Tae stood there, staring at the monstrous room. Katanas hanging on the white walls and windows with no glass. Red and gold kimonos hung on one side of the room. Tae stared at the clothing and then, asked, "Why are those two beautiful kimonos hung on this wall and not hung in a closet?"
I looked down and replied, "They belong to my parents. They've been wore when my parents got married." I exited the room and sat on the porch, staring down at the dirt.
"If you don't mind me asking, what happened to your parents?" Tae asked, sitting two feet away form me.
"They died," I replied, sadly, "They've been murdered by the Errorists. Those fools killed my parents when I was only four."