The sounds of little feet hitting the soft dirt ground, the heavy breathing of cold breath in the air. A tired and dehydrated Miyamoto ran from home, traveling a mile in 3 days. This made him very tired. Afterward, Miyamoto would spot an abandoned woodshed, busting in the door and hitting the ground with a hard thud, he'd look up and see his soon to be best friend (not really) water. Miyamoto jumped up in excitement, reaching out his hand and grabbing the water bucket. Kneeling down beside it he would form his hands into a cup, collecting the water into his hand, and would start to chug the water. The cold water would leave a nice feeling in his body as it rushed now his throat and into his stomach. Afterward, he'd dump his head into the water hoping to wash his face off. "Oh my god. Thank you, Lord, for this blessing the world calls water!"

Miyamoto would enjoy the cold water, but right, when he was off guard a strong but young boy would climb into the window, gripping his sword tight and ready to swing at Miyamoto. As this happened Miyamoto would turn around and spot a weakness in the kid's defense, this would make him spring into action. Miyamoto would lunge himself forward towards his opponent, as the boy with the sword attacked, Miyamoto would duck under, lifting up his right hand and lifting a killer uppercut into the young boy's jaw. The young boy would let out a loud yelp as his teeth sunk into his tongue. Miyamoto had an opening to run and grab his sword, but he wouldn't. Miyamoto would lift back his left hand and force it into the kid's gut, the kid slamming into the weak wooden planks that made up the house's ground. Now Miyamoto ran, the mouth of the kid he just attacked was bleeding heavily. Miyamoto turned around, staring at the blood. Miyamoto would start to feel sick, grabbing his stomach and falling to his knees as he vomited onto the ground. Miyamoto was disgusted by the blood.

This gave the kid with the bleeding mouth an opening to attack Miyamoto but he wouldn't. Instead, he would grab the water bucket that Miyamoto was drinking just a few minutes, and begin to drink out of it! Afterward, the kid grabbed his sword and run towards a drawer, opening it, and finding many canned goods. the boy grabbed them and put them in the large brown sack on his side. Miyamoto would find time to stand up, Miyamoto would run towards the kid. The kid turned around, slipping behind Miyamoto and grabbing his sword. The kid would pull out a paper and slam it into the sword.

"Cursed Element technique, open fire!" He'd yell out. The sword would turn into fire.

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Miyamoto would turn around, staring at the sword in fear. Sweating from fear and the heat from the sword. The kid would run towards Miyamoto, getting ready to kill him. Out of nowhere, Miyamoto would fall to the ground and beg for his life.

"No! Please don't hurt me, I'm too young. I don't want to die!" He'd cry out, begging for the boy to save his life. Miyamoto would make the kid stop in his tracks. The kid would stare down at a crying Miyamoto.

"You're weak. Your very weak." The boy would say in a tough and quite loud voice. The sword would turn back into steel, the curse seal still on the sword.

"Yes! I am weak!" Miyamoto would sit up a bit, Miyamoto and the kid would still be aware and tense from the fight. "What is your name?" Miyamoto would ask.

"My name is Kazuya. I don't know my last name. Now listen just because you know my name means we're friends! Now tell me, what is your name!?" He'd yell out in a tough voice, pointing his blade towards Miyamoto's face.

"Miyamoto Masashige! I am four years old and I want to be a samurai!" He'd shut his eyes while yelling out in fear.

"Your four? You're quite strong for your age. Hitting me and making my mouth bleed. I'm impressed." Kazuya would draw back his would into its sheath. Miyamoto would open his eyes, seeing this as a truce. Miyamoto would stand up, bowing to Kazuya.

"Don't bow to me. It makes you look weak!" Kazuya would yell out to Miyamoto. Miyamoto would rise as fast as possible so he could not be yelled at any longer.

"Sorry!" He'd yell out. "Kazuya, can I ask you a question?" Miyamoto would say quietly.

"Sure, go ahead." Kazuya would say, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"Can I follow you? I want to learn how you live life. I want you to be my sensei!" Miyamoto would yell out, this would be the confident side of Miyamoto. Kazuya would be impressed once more.

"I know we just met, but I wouldn't mind letting you follow me. I see something in you kid. Your something else, you have a huge future." He'd say while smiling, walking past Miyamoto and grabbing a dust book on one of the shelves.

"Thank you sensei!" Miyamoto would yell, once again bowing. Kazuya would stare at him but shake it off. Afterward both of the boys would walk out of the abandoned house, Miyamoto following right behind.

Where are Miyamoto and Kazuya heading to? What will happen there? Find out in the next chapter of Miyamoto Masashige releasing on February 28th!