"When a man acts as though he were in battle at all times, he would be more attentive to details."

These were the last words Yamato's father spoke to him before his death. He had always said that a person who fights for what he believes in is a person he would like as his son. Unfortunately, Yamato was one of the most timid people in his father's life and was always despised by him. "You haven't done enough to deserve a reward yet, child." He would say while forcing his son to practice the martial arts that had been passed down through his family's lineage. Of course, Yamato never believed that these practices would be any help in his life.

On the second Tuesday of March, Yamato headed to his school, unaware that his life was about to take a wild turn. He climbed the steps to the school, said greetings to his only friend Kenichi and walked alongside him in through the doors. Yamato stepped into his classroom quietly and sat down at his desk, afraid to make a noise to disturb other students. Suddenly, a fist came banging down on his desk. "I'm sorry for whatever I have done to make you disturbed." said Yamato looking up at the student who had banged his desk. The student stared blankly and suddenly burst out laughing and turned to his friends, "He really is the most timid kid in this school, Gen." The one called Gen yelled back, "Told you so!" They walked to their seats laughing and Yamato placed his hand under his chin. 

"I know that you aren't this timid, Yamato." Said somebody behind him. Yamato looked back slowly and saw a female student. "You are right, I am not this timid, but I at least try to contain my anger." He said. The female student widened her eyes, "You mean like a Bushido code or something? God, you really are pathetic." Yamato glared at her, his eyes glinting with ferocity. He took a deep breath, his diaphragm enlarging and then exhaled. Turning away from her and looking back at the teacher.

The teacher had been rambling on about a war which nobody had even heard of. Yamato replaced himself in his comfortable position and closed his eyes, not to fall asleep but more rather so to calm his mind. Yamato soon realized he was alone. Alone mentally, alone physically, let alone socially, the "big three" as he called them. Yamato listened to the lecture blankly, usually he had been the brightest of the class. The class ended and Yamato grabbed his bag. He walked out of the room and turned a corner. There, standing in front of him, were two of the strongest boxers of the school.

They were underground boxers of course, both from not well off families. It seemed as if they had a grudge against Yamato. "Hey, noodle arms! Yeah, you Yamato. Get over here." Yamato walked over to them and one of them said, "Do you know why we called you here?" Yamato smiled, "Most definitely you want to beat the living daylights out of me. Am I correct?" The two looked at each other, "Hell yes, my friend." Yamato bit his lip and got into his father's stance. The two laughed, "What the hell stance is that, Yamato. 'The Crouching Weasel'?"  Yamato smirked and the two charged at him. Yamato dodged out of the way of the first attacker's fist, knocking him to the ground with a backwards kick. The second boxer leaped into the air and attempted to kick Yamato's head. Yamato smiled, grabbed the boxer's leg and sent him flying into a wall. "Happy now, jerks?" Said he. The boxers got up and ran from Yamato.

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Unfortunately for Yamato, who had wanted the incident to be kept quiet, a student had recorded the fight on his cell phone and posted it on social media. Yamato walked out of the school that day to see a crowd of his peers smiling and laughing. "There he is! Nice fight there!" Yamato coughed, almost choking in surprise. He groaned and walked over to Kenichi. "Hey, you're good Yamato. That was incredible." Yamato smiled, "I guess." The two walked away from the rest and headed home.

Yamato took a wrong turn and ended up walking through another neighborhood. It seemed to be very empty on the streets. Yamato arrived home later than he expected, about an hour late to be exact. He saw as he walked up the steps a strange light circled his head and then disappeared behind him. Yamato walked in and was greeted by his older sister. He dropped his bag near the door and took off his shoes.

"It's nice to be home!" He exclaimed. She smiled and he kicked the chair back in the dining room. Yamato smiled as his sister, Akari, brought the dinner for the day. Yamato thanked her for the meal and dug in. "You eat too fast, Yamato." Akari said. "Yeah, yeah, relax over there. I'm perfectly fine." Said he, although contradictory to what he said, he choked on his rice. Akari patted his back and Yamato coughed. "Alright, alright. I'll eat slower." Yamato finished eating five minutes after his sister. "If Father were here, what would you say to him?" she asked before Yamato headed upstairs to sleep. Yamato smiled. "I would say 'Thank you for providing me with the skills I need to survive'." Akari widened her eyes and smiled. "I hope he heard you."

Yamato ascended the stairs and opened the door to his room. He sat down and wrote a proverb created by him in his note book. "Life can turn to Hell in a minute, Life can turn into Heaven in a lifetime." He lay down on the bed. He looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes.

"What in the Hell are you doing here?" A feminine voice asked. Yamato opened his eyes and saw next to him a young woman wearing a long dress like those in medieval times. "Where am I?" He asked. "Are you joking? Did you get so drunk you forgot? You're in the Kingdom of Usko." Yamato wiped his eyes and smelled manure and grain near him. He rose and saw around him pastures leading to a gigantic city in a medieval style unlike anything Yamato had ever seen. "Is this Heaven? Did I die in my sleep?" Whispered he. "No, sir. Now get the Hell off my property."