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Sorry about the no paragraphs. For some reason I can't seem to get them to stay indented. It will have to do for now. To the story:


And yet, typical of the Great Samurai of the Wolf, Ashitaka began to think only of the safety of his students. Selfish was never part of this hero’s vocabulary. Maybe that was what made him good at what he did. It was something his father had always stressed when training Ashitaka. My life is only to serve. Therefore, my life is always forfeit and less important then those in need. And that was his life. Not his thinking. Not his belief. His life. The life of a Samurai. Ashitaka had been selfish once and the consequences were immediately clear: the steel blade that shish kabobed his heart and left lung.

Then, he noticed the situation change. Kairi’s right hand, very slightly, tightened around the naginata slung over her shoulder. Ashitaka knew his attacker had noticed, and heard him begin to slowly slide some metal object from leather in sync with Kairi’s grip. In a split second, the attacker was on the ground with a broken left arm and a wakasashi sticking through his shoulder.

Using all of his senses, Ashitaka had “heard” the movement of the arm about to throw something at Kairi. The attacker, however, had made a rookie mistake. Instead of making a throw in a lateral sweeping motion, the attacker had made it in an overhand motion, bringing the arm over Ashitaka’s left shoulder. Ashitaka caught the arm mid-flight and smashed it down on his left shoulder with enough force to snap the elbow the wrong way. Holding onto the now limp arm, Ashitaka threw the attacker over his shoulder, unsheathing his wakasashi with his right hand in the process. Once the attacker was sprawled on the ground, the wakasashi found its new home in his left shoulder.

Maybe not so professional, Ashitaka thought. My son has a lot to learn.