Takeda's Narrative Essay

Takeda sat on his ornate rocking chair, on the porch of his coastal home. This day marked the point thirteen years from his first and last battle. He remembered the cries of anguish, he remembered watching his friends that he had known for all of his life fall in battle, some even being decapitated. Decapitation was the highest form of humiliation for a samurai.
Takeda rocked in his rocking chair, memories of the times he was a samurai flowed into his mind. Takeda had been taken from his parents at age 5, like many children in his village. The clan that controlled the village, the Minamoto clan, was growing steadily. They needed to train more samurai to take more land, so they just took what they needed. Tensions were rising, and the clan was going to go up against the neighboring clan.

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Every day they had to wake up very early in the morning and spar. After a couple of hours, they would eat a meal and they would spar more. After the second spar training, they could choose to do lots of different types of training. Next, they would often do meditation, or they could continue training. The life of a samurai was far from easy, but it was bearable, and they were given good meals. That didn’t mean Takeda liked the samurai life. Takeda had few friends in the training camp. His best friends, Genji and Saitama, were Takeda’s only solace in the camp. Whenever the opportunity arrived, They were always speaking with each other. It was so much that they were often scolded. They had ended up as friends as they had all come to the samurai camp because of the same circumstances. The three of them had been taken from their parents at age 5 and they all were made fun of by the other samurai. The trio was eating lunch around Takeda’s campfire. Today was the day that the Minamoto clan was going to have a skirmish and push forward, farther into the