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Wanderers - Chapter 2

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Chapter 2 - The Five Orders Of Justice


Not only did Sawada teach me how to live, how to prepare my food, wash my clothes, but he taught me how to fight. I would practise several hours each day with my prized Katana. The Katana was a gift, a gift from Sawada. He would never decline me his time overseeing my training. I value it up until this very day. I wouldn’t have made it this far without that training, for the defeat of other human beings crops up in my life almost daily recently, because I am part of a group of Salmon giving our all to struggle past the ever strong current of the river. Us Salmon vary, some are large, some are small, some enjoy one type of food, some enjoy others.  But each minute particle of the flowing river is the same, same goals, same interests, same disrespect for others, and every single one of them is trying to prevent us Salmon.

The group of Salmon? The Five Orders of Justice. The river? The rest of the world.

But as I said previously, we are a group. A group of little over a hundred members that are split into five ‘Orders’ of about twenty people, each lead by a powerful individual. Like all groups and organisations, we have a purpose, and our purpose is really quite simple. We oppose the narrow-minded opinions and actions of the bigwigs here on Earth.

So why, might you ask, would we set up such an organisation? To let me explain, lets go back five years. I was twenty years old, living happily and peacefully with Sawada. We would frequently go out together, hunting food, and eventually I began to notice something. Each time we went, Sawada would become less able, less agile, less powerful, and less lively. He was reaching his limits. At the respectable age of sixty, it was to be expected really. After a difficult talk with him, I managed to convince him to let me go one day, alone. As always, I left our small wooden house and began to run into the forest. We’d decided on fish for the day, so I sat patiently on the river bank awaiting their bites. After five or so fish, I set out for home, however… during my journey home… I gave in to my ambition. Sawada refused my pleads each day to venture into the bustling city. ‘There a far too many fools that wonder the streets of cities aimlessly, it isn’t what this world was created for.’ He’d repeat. He wasn’t here that day though, was he? I was there alone, and so there wasn’t a single force prohibiting me from visiting. Thus, I stepped forth into the forbidden area of the city. It was all new to me. The rushing crowds, noisy children, bustling shops and busy markets. I wasn’t particularly fond of it, but I  didn’t want to leave. This is the sort of thing my father had deprived me of. I didn’t even have any money on me, I just aimlessly wondered about in every shop on every street. Eventually, of course, it became night. The dark skies brought me into realisation immediately. I headed back without a word.

The house was quiet. Obviously it was to be expected at night. But it was too quiet. I carefully pushed open the door, and called out. “Sensei?”

No reply.

Once again I tried, raising my voice a little.

Still no reply.

I knocked the light on hastily, only to find a note. I read it aloud.

“We all have to face reality at some point in our lives, do we not?
We all have to witness that regrettable moment where we realise our lives aren’t worth living.
At this unavoidable point, do we give up and die, or do we change our lives?
I have to change, Tim.
I could feel it, couldn’t you?
That the air was telling us of misfortune on this day?
I didn’t leave by my own will, as I’m sure you’re aware.
Goodbye.”

It’s puzzled me to this day, that letter has. I’ve been searching for an answer ever since.
Only one I’ve found though. That day. One day. One fateful day…
Woo! Chapter 2! I actually remembered! Go me. =3
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