• It is 1845 and I awoke on that crispy autumn morning a little dazed. I got out of my small bed and rubbed my eyes. I slipped on my robe and my sandals and walked outside. I saw my father there with a big, happy smile stuck on his face. ”Good morning, Son.” He said. ”It is late, go do your chores.” I grabbed the two buckets and walked off to the hill. I am katsu. I am not your average Japanese boy. When I was three years old a furry fox tail started to grow out of me. By the time I was eight years old, it was two feet long. My father tells me that god gave me my special tail. I also posses special powers, powers which I only feel inside me, powers that I cannot harness. Yet.

    I when I finally reached the water well I slung one bucket down, then brought it up. I did the same routine for the other. I slung the handles on a stick then carried it on my back. I walked back to my little hut and sat them down right outside the opening. I grabbed the rifle and paced off into the forest. I hid behind a bush and waited. “Patience is all you need,” I told myself. Finally, just before I had given up a deer paced by. I aimed my rifle for the kill then I pulled down on the metal trigger. Boom! I took the shot. The bullet sunk into the side of the large deer’s head. I slung the rifle on my back and dragged the deer.


    Once I got back to my hut, I saw my dad sitting outside smoking a pipe.
    “Here is our food, father.” I said. “Good hunting Katsu!” He cheered. I slung out my little knife and began to cut pieces of meat to cook. Later on that night my father and I sat down and ate my kill. We ate in utter silence until my father said to me “Katsu, there has been more reports of the Kitsune clan fighting on Japanese streets with the Ookami clan.” He said. I shot a worried look at my father, for I had food in my mouth and it would have been disrespectful to talk while chewing. I finished my meal and walked off into my room. I sat down and started to write in my journal.

    “War. Humanity since the dawn of time have been fighting. Killing the weak for power and destruction. Good lives wasted and decent men slaughtered. Torture, Information extraction, Murder. Humanity hasn’t changed nor will it ever.”

    I heard and abrupt scream and I bolted out of my room.