Kyoto Yamimoto was performing his every day set of chores in the village. He was a local Samurai but the shogun in charge of their clan made it a rule in the village. Everyone works, then everyone eats. At this moment he was out of half his armor and bare chested caring a long strong bamboo pole which held two buckets on each side carrying fresh milk being delivered from farmer Chang to the baker. The baker was a man named Choi. The day was peaceful and everything was going well in fact. He loved days like this. "Hey Kyoto!,... Your turn bringing up the milk huh?" He looked over to see Mei Chen. A young woman who always had the hots for him. Or so she acted, for all he knew she could be after him because of him being a Samurai. Being the mistress to a samurai granted you many things such as wealth and popularity and of course honor for your family. He waved at her with a free hand. Sweat running down his body and the cool air brushing against it. Yup today was a fine day to live indeed.
"Hey Kyoto,.. you going to drink some of my fine sake with me again some time? My boys love having you over and listening to your war stories." He looked over and laughed. "Sure thing Kim,.. I will be over as soon as my work is all done." He said. He looked around the village eyeing his friends and neighbors. Some of them were fellow Samurai either chopping carrots, or cutting firewood. Whatever it was it was some chore that needed to be done. He even noticed old Jimmie pulling weeds out from his vegitable garden.
"Hey Kyoto,.. you going to drink some of my fine sake with me again some time? My boys love having you over and listening to your war stories." He looked over and laughed. "Sure thing Kim,.. I will be over as soon as my work is all done." He said. He looked around the village eyeing his friends and neighbors. Some of them were fellow Samurai either chopping carrots, or cutting firewood. Whatever it was it was some chore that needed to be done. He even noticed old Jimmie pulling weeds out from his vegitable garden.
