Some Days Some nights, some live some die in the way of the Samurai. A long journey awaits. Many lifes will be slain only to fing the man that smells of sunflowers. Many masters will come to the field an show their skill. Sun up or sun down I will be waiting in the silence of the plum flower and the edge of my sword, in the spirit of the placid water and in the heat of a consuming fire, in the battle cry of the times with no lords. that is where you will find me.
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