My Life As A Master At The Sword

“The way of a warrior does not include other ways, but if you know the way, you will see it in everything,” Miyamoto Musashi. Roughly a thousand years ago, two elite groups of warriors arose amongst those in the eastern hemisphere, the samurai and knights. Although on different continents, both factions showed infinite similarities. As demonstrated in history, the similarities between samurais and knights immensely outweigh the differences.

He waited until the night’s 11th hour. By now the Princess rested in the highest tower of the castle, locked away from the dangerous world, yet so oblivious to the dangers that which fated the rest of her life. Silently the peasant journeyed outside, where he stopped at the wall of the tower where she lay. He watched her in the darkness from below, lifting his face to her, letting the light rest on his every surface of darkness. The night was cloudless. The winds wailed between the motionless oak trees as its thin branches clawed out, ever so slightly disturbing the leaves with its hostile screeches. Not the thick moss of the trees nor the damp leaves squirming in his toes could distract the peasant from so enticing a scent. All that encircled him was the sweetness of lavender and rosewood, filling his entire being as he sunk into the grass, like sand washed over by the water, with every breeze passing

You shoot up from your warm bed. You rub the sleep from your eyes and glance at the clock, which strikes 6:10. It seems as though your heart skips a beat. The cozy blankets try to keep you enthralled in their warm grasp as you jump from their reach. The bus to Buffalo leaves in twenty minutes and you should’ve woken up an hour ago. You frantically toss on your oversized sweatshirt and leggings and race to the kitchen, in hope that you have time to sneak a quick bite to eat. As you run in, you see that your mother has made you two slices of toast, crisp and crunchy, spread with a thick layer of creamy, melted butter. While running around the house, munching on the perfectly toasted bread, you quick grab your swimsuit and bag, which

Chapter 1 A young woman appears out of nowhere and quickly catches up to another who's dashing along a moonlit lane. "Are we late?" She asks as she falls into step besides the older woman. "No not yet, but we need to hurry, we don't have much time." "Follow me," the older woman replies, and her dark cloak billows about casting shadows on the high stone walls that border the lane. They walked side by side in silence for a long ways and then through a set of huge iron gates swung opened before them and onto a narrow driveway. A manor house grew out of the darkness at the end of the straight drive, lights glinting in the windows. Gravel crackled beneath their feet as speeding toward the front door, which swung inward at their approach, though

Here, the idea of having a good name is set forth form the very beginning of this tale. The link between heritage and identity is set forth as the most valuable asset in this perplexing time. A father must be a warrior to obtain gold for his heir, an heir must be a warrior to live on and prosper. The way to this fame is through battle and valor. The sword is the symbol of success or complete failure, depending on how courageous the hand is that carries it.

The torches of the training room flicker as the two combatants circle each other and prepare for another round of swordplay. Mericc feels like he is making progress against his father and the thought makes him happier than he has been in weeks. Not that he has landed any blows, in fact he has never come close to striking his father in all of his years of training. No matter how hard he studies or trains, Merigal always counters each lunge, each thrust with an effortlessness that is maddening in it's regularity.

Now, sitting up straight in bed, she clutched her chest and gasped for air. Moving to one side of the bed, she placed her feet squarely down upon the shaggy throw rug that held her slippers. Although she had shaken off the murky nightmare, for her, the experience was disturbing and all-too real; however, the harrowing event wasn't the first occurrence of its kind.

Lying down on a soft mattress without a bedframe, Harold slowly opened his eyes, only to be greeted by the sight of a shining light; next to this light, was the shadow of Margaret’s face. Once his vision returned to normal, he noticed that Margaret’s appeared to him in a concerned manner. As the Wise Man slowly raised his head off of the mattress, he heard the Godmother say to him, “I thought you would never wake up.”

Before she left, she said to me, "Mother. We must fight for the Humanity," I told her, "We can find somewhere safe and hide from the war." And she said, “There cannot be any hope for tomorrow… if no one fight for today.”

Getting out of bed and continuing on with life became boring to Daisy, like the color of jeans after being washed in the washer a few times; faded. After her father past away, she no longer was in the mood to be a person, she no longer felt the need to keep a conversation going, and she no longer enjoyed the things she used to love. It was not due to the of the lack of sleep she was getting, it wasn’t that. She was not tired at all. Like every other person who has ever experienced loss, she was unhappy. So very sad that even the simplest of things like getting out of bed seemed pointless to Daisy. It was very hard for her, being so down that it became a struggle to get up in the mornings. Yet every morning, Daisy gathered up all of strength

I arrived at the Hubermann’s household and knocked at their door. When I opened the door I saw Rosa Hubermann,Hans Hubermann,and out of the corner of my eye I saw a little girl. I talked with the Hubermanns for a while about how things would go on in the house. After that they walked me to the room where I would be sleeping. It was the little girl’s room. I said thank you many times because even if I said thank for every second of my life it still wouldn’t be enough. I was very exhausted so the moment I layed down I fell asleep.

In Japan’s Edo period was born a samurai who went to become the greatest swordsman of the period he was Miyomoto Musashi. A prodigious child, he trained himself at the art of sword fighting at an early age so much so that at the age of thirteen, he went on to win his first duel. Musashi spent the greater part of his life wandering through the countryside, challenging people to prove his outright capabilities and toughness. Overall, he won sixty duels in his life, some of which was against multiple enemies. He was the founder of the Hyōhō Niten Ichi-ryū or Niten-ryū style of swordsmanship and the author of ‘The Book of Five Rings’.

He had trained over the past 14 years and has been doing much fieldwork to help his father. Today was the big day. There was going to be a battle in the town square to see who would be the new apprentice for Sr. John. He was the greatest commander of the king's infantry but sadly his trustworthy, and loyal friend, Zane had lost hope and joined the side of the barbarians. The war had just begun do to a misunderstanding. There was a treaty but in the treaty it showed that the barbarians had less land while the king had more. So they claimed war. This has been going for about 3 years now. So Sr. John needed a new apprentice to be a new knight. Peter began to travel down the road to the town when his father said,” What are you doing?” “I’m going to the battle to become a knight father” Peter said. “ But…. I thought we agreed no.” “Father I want to get out in the world learn something new I can’t stay here for the rest of my life.” “Fine son but be careful, you know those men can play dirty.” “Yes father I will be careful.” As Peter came down the road there was many people so he walked up to the line and saw there was many challengers so he grabbed his mighty sword, which he made in the blacksmith shop, and put his armor on. The battle had started he moved swiftly with agility so that he might not get hit. He had already taken down two. There were four left so he waited

Even if Gawain is able to abstain from having sex with the daughter in “The Knight of the Sword”, it is only because his life is at risk, not because he is showing any sort of respect towards the young girl. Had the threat of the sword not been quite literally hanging over his head, Gawain would have indulged himself with the daughter, not just to satisfy his own sexual needs but also to preserve his reputation as a chivalrous knight. The language of his argument is also telling of what his reputation entails. Gawain’s greatest problem he sees it as his responsibility to “do something” to the young girl. However, although Gawain never truly inquires if the daughter would want to have sex with him, she does not seem unwilling. Rather, she insists that the pair do not have sex so that they knight will not be killed. After she warns Gawain of his father’s plot, she reveals her feelings towards Gawain, she stating, “Now you should be forewarned by me, for you are so courteous and wise that it would be a very great pity and it would grieve me ever afterwards if you were killed” (“The Knight” 116-117). Gawain’s knightly behavior saves him because the young girl is willing to risk disobeying her father to save Gawain. The daughter’s act deviates from the patriarchal norm of obeying her father, which suggests Gawain’s honorable conduct inspires the daughter to decide her own faith. However, the daughter ultimately never obtains autonomy and her tragic fate is decided by her finial

“I’m bored,” I said bluntly to myself. It was another summer day of boring sitting around. “There’s nothing to do,” and I kept sitting there. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining brightly and the wind was very calming. Trees swaying and the grass soft as snow. Then I had the idea to play swords. Swords was a game that my brothers and I played that was really fun. It was using foam swords, maces, and other stuff to try and “kill” each other. Some of the best fun I’ve had with my brothers besides Halo and Halo 4. Anyway, back to the story. I walked over to my brothers in the den,” Hey guys, wanna play swords?”