Shortly afterwards, the young boy who trained under Seifer foolishly fell in love with a girl. The idea of him falling in love wasn't foolish but the way he handled the situation was. In time he ruined his life from this fruitless dream and was left with nothing but sorrow in his heart. Broken and depressed, he decided that he had nothing left and did what he felt was right for him. As a fan and follower of the samurai art, Bushido, he knew that there was only one way to dispatch his dishonorable life. Seppuku, the ritual act of suicide to regain one's lost honor, was his goal now. He dressed himself in the proper robes and took his position. Though, without a kaishaku he would have to suffer the long and painful death. And so he did, without so much as flinching, for his honor.
Yeah, it's sad. Boo hoo. I've been having problems in my life and I haven't had time to write this. Even when I do, it's been so long that I've lost the inspiration that I had when I started it. As such, I still felt I had to finish it even if it wasn't a very happy ending. I've failed you all as an author and I'm sorry but I cannot continue this.