13 Years Old, Kuma finally grinned. To Himself…

‘cos

it was Night. Dark too. The Moon. Behind clouds. Yet

and so. So a chase. Was on. In

 

Japan. Of Yore

in Our World. Legends filtered down thru’

Ages, Times, Places. Tell of Night Warriors

in Our World. Legends

 

 

who. Had Trained Him well. Well as

How To. Freedom

Falling Ways. Those

Free fallin’, Pole vaulting. Ways and Means.

Had ensured His. Freedom still. Still,..

 

He was not. Running He was. Aways.

Grin still. There.

 

In The Night. Then. Of Yore. Japan.

 

 

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熊若丸

Kumawakamaru.

 

Ninja Trained.

Aged 13.

On a Mission. Now Done. Almost. As

 

The Night

kept Him cool. Coolly He

sauntered Aways. Ninja Cool that is. That is

 

 

The End. To Begin. Herein. As Belows.

 

For,.. A Lil’ Earlier In Our World. Legends so Tell.

This Tale: The

Emperor Go-Daigo advised His High Counsel,

Dainagon Hino Suketomo. Then Waved Him

Aways. Away He went.

 

Suketomo had no choice.

Exile.

Sado Island.

Arriving There. Till summoned. Back.

 

Several Days pass.

 

 

Meanwhilst…

Suketomo’s Son, Kumawakamaru from Ninna-ji Temple

to Sado. So sadly makes His Way. There. Then

 

Even sadder. Then. Was

Named Suketomo as a suspect conspirator. So,..

The Kamakura Shogunate. Now wanted. Execution.

 

Sado Island Monk Homma Saburō.

Deeply immersed in Political manoeuvreings.

Manoeuvred to unbalance this Peace. Piecing

such Charges as unworthy. Of

further investigation. Acted rashly,

quickly.

 

Quickly, Gladly… not at Alls… sadly…

Took off Suketomo’s. Head. Then cowlishly

 

Burnt the rest. Of His Body.

Handing the Remains, ashily in a box. To Son…

the now mores saddened. So n so…

nomened:

Kumawakamaru. Kuma

 

 

Howevers… sought more.

Much Mores.

Than

just that. That was after. After taking His Fathers remains

for Burial. Mount Koȳa that is. That is to Sado. Then

He returned. THEN. With much Mores. In

Mind. His. Then

 

He lied. Down and feigned Sickness, Grief. Stricken

was struck. Lied. For Several Days. Till

He had Learnt. Enough. Seen, heard. Of

where the majority of Servants. Headed.

Then

 

As That Night. This Night came quickly. He,

Kumawakamaru was quick also. Also

 

easily finding The Monk Beheader of Dad. Asleep.

He Kicked Him. Awake, so Monk.

So The Monk saw The Face of Revenge

 

…awake already. Already there too. To

 

 

which the sad, young, now Fatherless

Kumawakamaru

simply, directly, fearless in righteousness. Left

stillness, moving too. To

 

Reach over, stab Him several Times, Places. Mores

than enough to awaken… That

 

Death. In Monkly. Cowlish. There. Simply

on, sad Sado Island

 

now… Kumawakamaru ran. Aways from. A

Chase. Was Ons.

Guards. Men of Stature,..

 

weight as well. Well as

burdened with Weapons. Heavy. Lightly

stepping Kuma. Ran. Ons. Aways.

 

 

Lil’ Way Aways…

a Bamboo Grove did live. Arriving

there Kumawakamaru wasted not Times, Places,

Breathe… nor Momentum.

 

Weighed down a long Stalk end. With

His boyish Size. Seized that end. Grasped

firmly. Destiny and that Sticky End. Section

of Bamboo. Then

simply…

practically…

 

Bamboozled Everyones. Some mores. More

and overs. He so went. Then

 

 

Pole Vaulted the Castle Moat…

to Get Ups. Go… Aways. From There

in Our World. Legends

still insist. Creaks and Groans.

 

From both Plant and Pursuers. Persisted. A Lil’.

The First lasted.

Till Kuma landed. Landing Then. His

Pursuers seconding Groans. Longer. For and then.

 

He then. Ran. Some Mores. To end too. To

wit at those. Not so. Far Shores.

Where Land, Sea, Dreams. Plans too. To

so Meet. So There. There,

 

 

 

Boarded Boat To Echigo Province.

Avoiding capture by the still groaning, heavily

pursuing…

 

Dead Monk’s Men. Rightly left

wailing on that Wind. Water so

borne. Kuma. So lightly

Sailed on. To Freedom. Later,

 

More Adventures as well. Well as

 

 

Feel mores than Free. To Share.

Those sticky Situations so tough…

 

Wherebys, Howfors. Where,

whence. Did come, just click.

 

Whens. Everything. Went wrongly

 

just Right. Left

 

 

Next… chilling Tales:

Antarctic Ice. Shackled,.. Not Stirred.

 

 

Please Feel Free and If So Inclined To Contact/Comment:..

i, Shiro that is.

With Any Thoughts, Hints, Tips and Dreams.

If A Particular Legendary Theme or Our World Legends. Is A Desire.

 

To Be So Writ. Herein.

 

 

Till next…