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I done this in 10 mins and it has a lot of spelling mistakes but i hope u like it. and if u don't plz give me some advise, thank u!
The genariont of the samurai
The man with the dark long hair dashed towards the young boy with his samurai. The boy blocked the increadable strength with his own samuria. He was pushed back about two foot. The young boy filliped back as he could not handle the incredible preasure from the mans samuria.
?That's enogh training for today Makuto.? said the man with a sweaty face. ?Ok master Korii? Mokuto had enough training today. He wanted to learn how to handle the samurai like it was one with him. He could not understand how Korii could handle his samurai with great controll as if it was part of him. Makuto tried to stop thinking about training for once but it was as though the thought was permantly stuck in his head.
Makuto was a strange fourteen year old boy who went to Samurai Academy. He has jet black hair and oak brown eyes. The distinguishing fiture about Makuto was that he never gave up on doing any thing. He also tried his best. His frieds call him Mak for short although he does not like it. He trains every day with his sensie after he comes back from the academy. He wanted to become a powerful samurai that could protect the villiage from enmeis.
He had a long way to go. But nothing could stop him from achieving what he whants.
He ran home. It was now that he had realised how hungry he was. He could just imagine the chicken and rice that his mother was cooking infront of him. It was like a mirage but without a desert.
He took of his shoes and when in. ?Mum! You don't know how much i'm starving!? He shouted. He went in to the living room he saw blood all acrros the carpet and his father lying in th far corner of the room face down with blood all arround his. Makuto could not believe his eyes. What was happening? Why was his father lying in a pool of blood? Sweat ran down his face. He ran across the room to his father. Lifting his face he saw his fathers neck cut. It sickening. His father was dead. ?WHY! WHY! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!!!? He screemed with tiers running donw his face.
He ran to his mothers room. He immideatly dropped on his knees. His mother was dead aswell. Her body was facing upwards with a sword sticking out her chest. Makuto was on his knees with blood stains all over his shirt and tiers running down his face. ?WHY! WHY MY PARENTS!? He cried with a gloomy face. Who had invaded his house and killed his parents?
To be continued....
The genariont of the samurai
The man with the dark long hair dashed towards the young boy with his samurai. The boy blocked the increadable strength with his own samuria. He was pushed back about two foot. The young boy filliped back as he could not handle the incredible preasure from the mans samuria.
?That's enogh training for today Makuto.? said the man with a sweaty face. ?Ok master Korii? Mokuto had enough training today. He wanted to learn how to handle the samurai like it was one with him. He could not understand how Korii could handle his samurai with great controll as if it was part of him. Makuto tried to stop thinking about training for once but it was as though the thought was permantly stuck in his head.
Makuto was a strange fourteen year old boy who went to Samurai Academy. He has jet black hair and oak brown eyes. The distinguishing fiture about Makuto was that he never gave up on doing any thing. He also tried his best. His frieds call him Mak for short although he does not like it. He trains every day with his sensie after he comes back from the academy. He wanted to become a powerful samurai that could protect the villiage from enmeis.
He had a long way to go. But nothing could stop him from achieving what he whants.
He ran home. It was now that he had realised how hungry he was. He could just imagine the chicken and rice that his mother was cooking infront of him. It was like a mirage but without a desert.
He took of his shoes and when in. ?Mum! You don't know how much i'm starving!? He shouted. He went in to the living room he saw blood all acrros the carpet and his father lying in th far corner of the room face down with blood all arround his. Makuto could not believe his eyes. What was happening? Why was his father lying in a pool of blood? Sweat ran down his face. He ran across the room to his father. Lifting his face he saw his fathers neck cut. It sickening. His father was dead. ?WHY! WHY! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!!!? He screemed with tiers running donw his face.
He ran to his mothers room. He immideatly dropped on his knees. His mother was dead aswell. Her body was facing upwards with a sword sticking out her chest. Makuto was on his knees with blood stains all over his shirt and tiers running down his face. ?WHY! WHY MY PARENTS!? He cried with a gloomy face. Who had invaded his house and killed his parents?
To be continued....
