I remembered hearing my father say, “I’m no longer able to serve my duty. I will be moving out of this village into another. I will now primarily focus on my children.” General Mifune was a pretty cool person. He understood what happened and accepted his resignation, although he felt disappointed having to see a respected samurai leave the village.
We packed our belongings. I held the youngest, Takashi while father held Hiro. You would have thought I would cry and rebel, leaving my hometown, but not at all. I was sick of the cold, sick of learning something I don’t want, and overall, I had no friends. There wasn’t any children around my age as they were all older than me. I didn’t have quite the connection with …show more content…
My eyes were tired, my mind was completely burned out, and I couldn’t write anymore. With all the courage and strength I’ve gathered, I finally, broke my shell into asking my father what was this devil stuff he kept in his closet. His expression at first was that he looked mad for digging in his personal belongings. Like they always say, “Don’t touch things if it's not yours,” But it softens afterwards as he sigh. No matter how many times I’ve asked him questions regarding this book, he ignored me. I know at some point, if I was persistent enough, he’ll eventually tell me.
Notwithstanding any of my dying answers, at the age of 12, he gave in, probably feeling a bit annoyed. He tells me that all these crazy things I’m self-teaching is alchemy. My great grandmother was an alchemist. Everyone hated her and rest who dares to this magic, thought she was some sort of a witch doing forbidden rituals. To be honest, as I understand more of her background, it wasn’t like that. Well, I believe it wasn’t like that.
Along the family history, there was no such thing as an Alchemist. There were only civilians, shinobis, and samurais. My family from my mom's side, being the experimental with sciences made this evil thing everyone seem to be