Fujitora, ever since a young boy, he was quite rebellious. Under the tutelage of his grandfather and master Zaki, he trained diligently, in the arts of fighting and swordsmanship.
Year 221
Blanko Town,
Fifteen year old Fujitora, was walking through the local fish market on his way home after getting some fresh octopuses for his master. Some local goons saw him, walking alone and carefree in the market place, and naturally they did not consent to this behaviour. Like everyone else, Fujitora required to pay them respect and show them face whenever someone passed them by on the streets or in front of them. If this did not happen, there would be trouble.
As it happened, Fujitora passed by these people, who were occupying a certain squid stall in the market, and did not even seem to notice them at all.
A largely built fellow came out from behind the stall, easily reaching 8 feet in height, while Fujitora was only around 5 feet. "Hey you punk. You must have a death wish!"
Only then did Fujitora turn around. He saw this large guy, about twice his own size, staring at him with bright red eyes, with what looked like a Mechete resting on his left shoulder. A blow from something that size could cut any man in half with one blow, much less Fujitora was below average in terms of muscles and height.
"Who are you?" Although Fujitora knew quite well who these local tyrants were, he chose to not give them any face at all. Fujitora had no doubt in his mind that he was going to win. The guy was probably very slow, even if he looked to be gigantic.
"That's it... you are dead!" The man skilfully brought down his weapon, it's tip resting on the ground in front. What shocked Fujitora was, first, the reach of that weapon he wielded was massive. Though there was a good five feet of distance between Fujitora and this man, the sword was easily about as long.
The sword had a thick blade, 6 inches and 2 in thickness. The ground the tip rested on had already cracked and sunk under the blade's massive weight.
Fujitora was shocked. Maybe this guy really is a monster. The man swung his blade, and it was astonishingly fast. Fortunately, Fujitora managed to stagger back, the tip of the blade missing him by a centimetre. Fujitora wasted little time as the guy prepared to attack again. He turned back around and darted off at top speed. The guy started to run after Fujitora. But as expected, he was very slow, having to run with that massive blade.
Fujitora leaped up on to the canvas roof of one stall and then on to the clay building behind it and ran off. The man below cursed his own bad luck for having met a faster fellow, and someone who could effortlessly jump tens of meters. "I will get that brat one day!" He cursed, before returning to his place.
"That was pretty scary..." Fujitora jumped over the wall into his clan's estate, which was very big in size, a Manor in front, a massive courtyard behind it with three rows of smaller living quarters on each of the three sides, a total land of 5 square miles. Only Fujitora and his Grandfather Zaki lived in this whole place. They were the last surviving members of Fujitora clan.
"What was scary, Issho?" Zaki asked as soon as he had heard these words. Zaki had been sitting on the porch, and was just lucky enough to hear his grandson's words.
"Nothing grandpa...I met a big strong guy in the Market who tried to kill me!" Issho Fujitora, came and sat in front of Zaki, bowing once in respect.
Zaki got up, rage in his eyes, "Who dares?!"
"Grandpa... it's no big deal." Fujitora tried to calm down his grandfather. This was a very small matter.
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