<span style="font-size: 26px">The landscape was so beautiful tonight, the endless row of cherry blossom trees bloomed and where visible as far as the eye could see, surrounding the relatively silent town known as Otuwa Village this village was  a rather blissfull place there where no problems here and not since the great ten year war had their been any attacks. This village was ruled by a kind man, named Hanzaemon Otuwa, yes the village was named after him he was the local War Lord having led his own personal army during the great war he saved this village from the hands of the ruthless bandits that once rulled over it. Ever since this man had saved the town he was worshiped like a hero, his own personal militia was made of hardened and veteran samurai they where three hundred strong and followed every order without question. Everything seemed well on the outside, but Hanzaemon kept a very dark secret behind the castle walls, in his younger years Hanzaemon was a skilled samurai, he was a fit and handsome young man but he never married and never had children. This is because Hanzaemon is a sexual deviant, he does not believe in marriage or the bounds that come with it he prefers to use women as toys for his pleasure. <br/>
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After using them up he has them executed to make room for the new fresh batch as he would so coldly put it there where very few of his samurai that knew of these unholy acts that he took part in. It was but just a hand full of his most trusted samurai, one in particular being the youngest samurai in his entire militia a young man named Tsurugi Ondo. Tsurugi had come from a samurai family, his father before him had served the shogunate, but during the time of the war the Shogunate's rule fell and Tsurugi became a rouge samurai for some time until being found and recruited by Hanzaemon. Now the young man wore a very well decorated steel plate armor, that covered most of his well muscles body, the crimson red armor was his signature like all the other samurai his armor stood out from the rest Hanzaemon allowed his men toe express themselves. Tsurugi's shoulders where broad, his arms where well toned the muscles visible everywhere in his body, not an ounce of fat on his being, he had a full head of silver hair that was kept in a rather messy style and finally those light hazel eyes of his that gave off a cold stare but in reality they hid a kind heart. <br/>
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Under all this armor of course his bulky and well sculpted body was not very visible, at this very moment Tsurugi sat on his legs, knees touching the ground his arms placed at his thighs, both his katanas at his right side resting on the ground and his helmet neatly placed at his left. He was inside the room of his lord his eyes where straight ahead he did not blink, and it seemed he was barely breathing</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"><span style="font-size: 26px">"My lord, the package will be delivered to the great bridge there I will pick it up"</span></span><span style="font-size: 26px">oh how he hated using that word, he was refering to whatever innocent girl he had to go pick up and bring for his lord to abuse. Tsurugi followed orders loyaly but he did not agree with the way his lord treated women he always wanted to set one free and tell him she somehow got away at least give on a second chance. Hanzaemon sat on his big chair, his large body looking as if it would break it in two he let out a loud cackle</span><span style="font-size: 26px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#40ff00">"Good news indeed! The last bitch didn't last very long, it was a shame she tried to run and we had to shoot her down I was having fun with those soft breast of hers. Hopefully Tsubuki followed orders this time and got me one of those cute cat girls, I hear when they are in heat those lucious breast of theres squirt out milk if you squeeze hard enough!"</span></span><span style="font-size: 26px">another loud cackle escaped the mans disgusting mouth. <br/>
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But Tsurugi did not even crack a smile he merely sat there like a statue waiting for be dismissed the faster he got this over with the better, he just hoped that the girl would not suffer too much at the hands of his lord, hope for the best was all he could really do. He noticed his lord waving him away, giving one last bow out of respect Tsurugi touched the floor with his forehead pushing himself up to his feet he fitted his helmet onto his head, strapped his katanas on both sides of his hip turned and walked out. He walked down the halls of the castle making his way to the exit where a horse and carriage would be waiting once there Tsurugi let himself in, when the doro was shutthe man in front whipped at the horses and they where on the move. Inside Tsurugi sat his head low as he looked down at his hands, he hated doing this, he hated himself for just staying quiet and going a long with it as if it was a normal thing. Some of the elder samurai that knew of this told him that he would grow used to it, but he never did everytime he looked into the eyes of those poor girls he just felt as if a part of him was dying on the inside. Is this what it meant to be a Samurai? To be just some common thug that does the bidding of some old fat man long past his glory days? If so then his father had lied to him when he spoke of the samurai code...but soon he was broken from his thoughts when the carriage suddenly stopped, it was time. <br/>
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Tsurugi placed a mask over his face that covered the bottom part of his face up to his nose, leaving only those light hazel eyes of his exposed and a few strands of silver hair that where loosely hanging out from under his helmet. Tsurugi opened the door jumping out of the carriage, walking over to the middle of the bridge he was met by a rather shady man. This was the man responsible for bringing these girls, a digusting sight of a man old and wrinkled Tsurugi knew that he to had his way with the poor girls. At times his lord would complain because the girls where not pure, such a perves and disgusting sight Tsubiki was the young samurai felt like cutting him down where he stood but he could not. He spoke no words to the man herely handed him the small bag of gold coins, Tsubiki opened the bag loosening the thin strap the tied it closed turning it over a single coin fell out he looked at it with such wide eyes. Money....it was what made such sin possible in this world, truly it was disgusting and dissapointing Tsubiki slid the bag into his sleeves turning he made his way to the carriage of his own.</span><span style="font-size: 26px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#80ff00">"Wake up whore! It's time for you to go!"</span></span><span style="font-size: 26px">harsh as always, Tsubiki had no respect for the women he kidnapped or bought from the underground slave trade to him they where just objects. Tsurugi stood there keeping a straight face waiting for the poor girl to emerge from the carriage, it was time to meet his lords next victim.</span>