Blood of the Dead: Taking Revenge *M

Introduction
6 year-old Isao Masamoto had all he could ever ask for. A loving mother, a caring father, a bother he idolized and a fun younger sister. The son of a samurai, he was destined for greatness as he trained under the watchful eye of his father and brother. He played when he wanted to, trained when he needed to and was as free as any bird in the world. But of of this was about to change, his family, was about to die.

Chapter 1: Isao Masamoto
A dim lantern hung in the middle of the small dark room. The flame flickered surrounded by an orange aura. It provided light for a very special occasion; a baby was being born. Yamato Masamoto sat in the seiza position beside the futon where his wife lay in pain. His almond eyes that once shone with courage and determination were now bleak. His hair, dark as coal was tied up in a traditional top knot style. He hunched forward over his wife, hands no his knees. Wrinkles were carved into his forehead as he prayed to the Shinto gods. Akiko Masamoto lay in pain, groaning in pain. There was nothing she could do but to push and let nature do its thing. Chiro Nagase, Akiko's handmaiden tended to her waiting for the baby to be delivered. Akiko's long silky hair was in disorder as she lay on the futon. Her coal eyes were not to be seen under her eyelids shut tight. Her fragile pale hands reached out for Yamato as she groaned in pain once again. Yamato took it gently, kissed it and held it to his forehead as he continued to pray for the well being of his wife and the child. Finally, a loud cry from the baby announced that it had come into the world.

"Yamato-sama, it's a boy." exclaimed Chiro.

"Kenzo will be so happy he's going to have a baby brother, what should we name it?"

Akiko still in pain, managed to decide, "Isao, Isao Masamoto."

"Isao Masamoto, a beautiful name." Yamato gingerly picked up his newborn son from Akiko's arms and brought it up to his face. The baby continued to wail oblivious to its surroundings. "Isao Masamoto, my son, you shall do great things in your life, I can feel it."

Finally, Isao was wrapped up and laid in his mother's arms with his father still beside him.

Yamato turned to Chiro and gave her an order, "Call for Kenzo and tell him to come."

Chiro left immediately and returned with Kenzo. Kenzo a young boy of 11 had just come out of bed and was rubbing his eyes trying to adjust to the light. Then he noticed his new brother and ran to his mother's side. Yamato at that moment, felt like the luckiest man in all of Japan.