Fantasy - a short story based on the game "SAMURAI WARRIORS".

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  Hello everyone! In this issue I,  from-
 I'm starting a new FANTASY section. Here I am
 I will post novellas for various games
 which I have studied.
  Today is a short story about the game "SAMURAI WARRI"
 ORS"
 Despite the fact that this game is of the genre
 action, it is quite interesting and attractive
 gatena. By playing the game, a new
 chatting that you are the “hare” living
 in the land of the samurai, where three live
 clan: hares, bears and rhinoceroses...
  This is my first novel, so please
 Don't judge strictly.

  After a short preparation, I went to
 the way is to save your teacher.  Karma
 mine was at zero, there were only three in my pockets
 coins, but no matter what, I feel-
 I felt full of strength and fighting spirit.
  Only the native village disappeared from sight
 I met an old monk, funny
 kicking his feet and having a smart face. At a distance
 I bowed to him and gave him a coin.
  “Go to the doctor,” I advised him.
 After that I felt like my life
 the uneasy energy increased and whistling
 Senku "Taranoga had three bladders" I
 went on.
  The wind blew pleasantly and soothingly
 me and I began to count the crows in de-
 roar, which he passed by.  Crows
 They bared their teeth at me and I accelerated. On
 the next tree on my way there are no crows
 it turned out. I just got readyclimb on
 tree, in order to see, ku-
 Yes, my crows disappeared, I saw how
 something big flew from a tree into mine
 side. Remembering that ninja bears
 my teacher was stolen, I instantly lost it
 gyrated: steel flashed at my feet
 the headless body fell, twitching in
 convulsions. My good mood
 fell, giving way to rage. Holding in hand
 Kah sword, with a cry of victory I ran.
  The river blocked my path. Mentally I
 rejoiced: after all, this year, having banged
 on the table of the peasant Nawasaki five liters
 howling with a bottle of moonshine, I asked for it
 build a bridge across this river. His face
 which previously bore the imprint of brick, sra
 Zu became the face of a humble servant of the state
 hearth, and his playful hands reached out
 behind the glasses.... The last thing I'll do is
 nude, how he took a bottle with him, from
 I was going to build a bridge... It was at night!
  Suddenly feeling the emptiness under my feet,
 I flew into the abyss. Instant reaction
 saved me this time too.
  - Crap! The bridge has failed! - I cursed.
  - When I come back, I’ll definitely pick it up myself
  gon, - was the only desire in my
 moment.
  With these thoughts I sheathed my sword,
 shook off the dust from his clothes and went
 further. Over the bridge I met a samurai.
 Nodding to each other, we went each
 go on your way...

          To be continued.

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