It was a bright sunny afternoon when a little black haired boy ran through the grass in his light green kimono and miniature blue hakama pants, tripping over some rocks. Only five minutes younger, the twin behind him waddled after him tripping on the rocks, then pulling himself up running after his sibling...
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The older boy pointed out the butterfly that flew up into the air flapping it's wings. The younger boy jumped up to reach out to the insect but just missed.
Orokumon: You almost kicked me!
Goemon the 14th: I did not! You were just in my way!
Orokumon: NO I wasnt! *He held his little twin brother's hands pushing him away*
The two boys roll over and tumble in the grass yelling at eachother, until there father shouted from the temple.
Goemon: OTOKONOKO! (BOYS!)
The two boys stop fighting and stand up immediately dusting their kimono's off.
Goemon the 14th: Otōsan gomen'nasai (Sorry Dad~)
Orokumon pointed: Kare wa hotondo watashi o funda! (He almost stepped on me!)
Goemon the 14th: Īe, watashi wa shimasendeshita! (No I didn't!)
Goemon: That's enough! You too must behave yourselves, the only time you'll fight eachother is when I tell you too for Samurai training. Your mother does not wish you to get your newly kimono's dirty.
He goes back into the temple, and the two boys continued to play with eachother. Goemon walks back into the temple and sees you cleaning some of the plates, you then take the boiling kettle off the stove and pour the hot water into the cup of ramen.
Goemon: You need any help?
Y/N shook her head: No but thank you Go-Go.
Goemon nodded: I was just making sure the boys didn't get their kimonos dirty, they tend to play often.
Y/N: There just kids, I don't mind if they get there kimono's dirty again, it gives me something to do at least, washing them.
Goemon: Ever since they've been born I've been keeping my eyes on them making sure they don't fight eachother.
Y/N: You have them fight eachother all the time with samurai training Goemon...
Goemon: That's different, it's for them to defend themselves when danger comes around. Besides, Orokumon is getting more skilled with his sword faster than I've expected.
The samurai looks back outside seeing the slightly older brother playing with his younger brother outside.
Y/N: For little Go-go he's just taking a little longer to learn the ways of the sword, Orokumon has my genetics of fast learning.
Goemon looked back to you with a soft smile: That makes perfect sense.
Y/N: You been feeling tense lately so what's wrong?
Goemon: Nothing, it's just my commitment of being a good father and keeping a close eye on them.
Y/N: Awww Go-Go your a great father to them. I know you like kids so, I think your doing quite well.
You kiss his cheek, he blushed slightly.
Goemon: I thank my ancestors for giving me faith as well. Though I do miss my sword often times, and all the memories it held.
Suddenly Orokumon came stumbling back into the temple.
Orokumon: Father! Father! Goemon found something! Come look!
Orokumon runs back outside as Goemon followed his child outside to the forest. You follow as well behind him and make way through a few trees until the Samurai came across a mysterious tree with a carving in the bark.
Goemon the 14th: What is it father? I can't read it.
Goemon: Hmm...it appears to be a message for me
Y/N: what's it say?
Goemon: The Blade of Goemon
Orokumon: Thats it?
Goemon's eyes widened: Zantesuken~...it's still around here! I can't believe it!
Goemon the 14th jumped with excitement: What is it what is it father!
Goemon: My sword-
The Samurai turned and searched around hesitantly almost excitedly through the woods.
Goemon: Oro! Goe! Help me find the sword!
Soon all of you were searching around the woods for the Samurai's beloved sword. A sign from the ancestors that they'v decided to grant him the iron cutter back into his hands, and wield it.
Goemon the 14th: PAPA! Father! I've found something!
The samurai turned his head around swiftly and saw his younger son pick up a small black sword with a black handle grip and a dark silver kanji Japanese handwriting upon the blade base. Goemon walks over and examines it.
Orokumon: I found a sword too father!
The oldest son held up a longer sword with a brown handle with his name written in kanji on the base of the blade. It reflected with the light through the tall trees around them.
Goemon: My sons...it appears that my ancestors have heard your skills and prayers. They see you are worthy of wielding your own iron cutters, and I suggest you use them well. Do not kill those who are wise, you are to kill those who are incompetent and foolish in this world. Those who kill women and children of your kind, my Sensei and his past sensei's always follow this under the Samurai Code. Be wise my children and use your swords not to harm eachother but to bring peace in this world.
Little Goemon and Orokumon raised their swords watching the blade shimmer and reflect from the sunlight.
The samurai turns and walks back through the woods to the temple in silence. You were proud that your sons were given their own swords, however you look back to your husband who was very straight faced with no expression whatsoever.
You followed him back to the temple just behind him.
Orokumon: Thank you ancestors! We promise to serve you well with our iron cutters!
Goemon the 14th: Thank you Thank you! We will kill all da bad guys!
Orokumon giggled: You an your baby talk!
Goemon the 14th: I'm no younger than you are!
Orokumon: By five minutes
Goemon the 14th: Exactly! An Im carrying father's name cause I'm younger.
Orokumon: I have Ishikawa too you long haired baby!
Goemon the 14th: I'm no baby!
The two boys laughed together as they played in the woods with their swords for fun.
Meanwhile as the Samurai entered back into the temple with you he was very silent and seemed a little sad. You held his shoulder, and he looked over to you with a soft smile. Just then the both of you heard a soft thud.
Goemon looked in concerned and walks into your old meditation room. And as he looked in, with the suns rays shone through the thin walls...
Upon a silver stand,
a light brown sword
with the encarved graving;
十三代目 石川 五ェ門
(Goemon Ishikawa the 13th)
Goemon:.....Zantesuken.....
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