The Samurai's Garden
“Hiro felt a sense of accomplishment each time he finished cutting a section of barley, holding a kama in each hand. The sickles cut neatly through the stalks as his arms swung to and fro, just as if participating in a military training exercise. Left, right, left, right. Both arms formed smooth arcs across his body, as he stepped in time to an imaginary march, pressing him onward through the row.
A scream pierced the air, turning his blood to ice. Rough male laughter accompanied additional screams. He ran toward the sound, gripping the kama tightly. Hanako was not squeamish, nor was she one to needlessly raise her voice in alarm. She had been working at the opposite end of her lands, picking beans to take to the market. Help me reach her in time, he prayed.
He entered the clearing around the hut to find her fighting for her life. Three men surrounded her. Two held swords, waving them menacingly about her. Hanako, armed with nothing more than a hoe, held them off with the stanc...e of a samurai woman.MoreLess
A scream pierced the air, turning his blood to ice. Rough male laughter accompanied additional screams. He ran toward the sound, gripping the kama tightly. Hanako was not squeamish, nor was she one to needlessly raise her voice in alarm. She had been working at the opposite end of her lands, picking beans to take to the market. Help me reach her in time, he prayed.
He entered the clearing around the hut to find her fighting for her life. Three men surrounded her. Two held swords, waving them menacingly about her. Hanako, armed with nothing more than a hoe, held them off with the stanc...e of a samurai woman.MoreLess
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