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Rise of the Masked Shinobi

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Imagine living in a world where talking out of turn could get you killed or bumping into someone could get your arm cut off. A world ravaged by an evil tyrant. That is the world I live in. My name is Zabora Razorchain i am 17 years old and a member of the Razorchain shinobi clan or what's left of it. My clan was a great clan the most powerful clan in the west side of the country that was until they attacked. It happened when i was 2. This is my story
Chapter one: Scarred by fire
For as long as i can remember and even before that the war against the demon has been raging. The war has been ceaseless like the fire in a dragon`s belly, thousands upon thousands have died. Men, women, and children all innocent and all slaughtered like dogs, in the name of one man; Urachi Demoneye.
Urachi originally came from the village of the Moon and was a member of the Shenboba clan. When he was 20 he murdered his whole clan and made a deal with Ranoza the demon snake for the demon eye. The demon eye gives him the power to turn friends against each other and make your most vivid nightmares a reality. He used the demon eye to slaughter my clan and for that i vowed revenge.
Long before i was born Urachi and his band of outcasts rose up against the nation`s leader Rorak Fineblade and killed him and took control of the nation. For years the people lived in cruel conditions where Urachi`s men killed whomever they pleased and burned villages to the ground for fun.
The people grew sick of Urachi and rebelled against him. For that Urachi slaughtered fifty thousand people and outlawed the teaching of any martial arts or weapon training. The rebel movement was forced underground where it was safe from the prying eyes and sharp ears of Urachi. At the heart of the rebel movement was the Razorchain clan.
When Urachi learned of my clan being the head of the rebellious snake he severed it. He sent his traitorous followers to butcher my family and burn everything to the ground. It happened 2 years after i was born. It was a quiet summer night when the enemy snuck into the confines of our village and silently slit the throats of anyone they could find. That was until a sentry spotted one of the mercenaries sneaking out of a house. The sentry`s shout of alarm was cut short from a knife to the windpipe but it was enough to rouse the villiage.
Almost instantly the men of the villiage ran out of their houses and into the fray, but they had no idea what they were up against. The mercenaries had a weapon the spewed forth fire like the dragons of old. Most of the men died instantly while an unlucky few burned to death slowly. The women gathered in the main hall with the children. As the mercenaries advanced through the villiage they burned everything. when they finally reached the main hall they proceeded to burn it to the ground with the women and children inside. The women panicked and instead of trying to run away collapsed in terror while the children wept and screamed at their feet. My mother who was always a headstrong woman picked me up and jumped out of a back window and ran for her life. Who knew her life would end so violently.
After my mother went through the window she ran for the forest of whispers but the mercenary leader had sent a small group of 10 mercenaries to make sure no one escaped. My mother ran right into the middle of them. They formed a group around my mother and through me to the ground. Two men held my mother while the leader of the group picked me up and took a burning stick and pressed it to the side of my face burning my flesh. The sight of her young child being tortured made my mother go insane.
She pushed the two men restraining her away and jumped on the man holding me. She ripped out the man`s throat with her teeth and clawed out another's eyes while the rest of the men screamed in fear. It took the men a few seconds took return to their senses and when they did they drew their swords and attacked my mother. It took 8 men with swords to kill my mother. After they were done with my mother they turned to me, the screaming babe on the ground and decided to slit my throat. Before any of them could make a move a shadow burst forth from the forest and with a glint of steel severed the head of the nearest man. The strange shadow turned out to be a man clothed in black holding a katana. The few mercenaries who were left attacked the man.
The man`s motions were flawless it seemed like he moved through the air like it were a liquid. The way he danced around the men dismembering, disembowelling, and beheading looked almost like a form of art. When he was finished he wiped his blade on the grass and spoke for the first time.
"Young Zabora you will grow to do great thing" said the man
He then picked me up and carried me off into the forest leaving what was left of my village burning and the screaming of the dying behind.

Description
Rise of the Masked Shinobi

Intro
Imagine living in a world where talking out of turn could get you killed or bumping into someone could get your arm cut off. A world ravaged by an evil tyrant. That is the world I live in. My name is Zabora Razorchain i am 17 years old and a member of the Razorchain shinobi clan or what's left of it. My clan was a great clan the most powerful clan in the west side of the country that was until they attacked. It happened when i was 2. This is my story
Chapter one: Scarred by fire
For as long as i can remember and even before that the war against the demon has been raging. The war has been ceaseless like the fire in a dragon`s belly, thousands upon thousands have died. Men, women, and children all innocent and all slaughtered like dogs, in the name of one man; Urachi Demoneye.
Urachi originally came from the village of the Moon and was a member of the Shenboba clan. When he was 20 he murdered his whole clan and made a deal with Ranoza the demon snake for the demon eye. The demon eye gives him the power to turn friends against each other and make your most vivid nightmares a reality. He used the demon eye to slaughter my clan and for that i vowed revenge.
Long before i was born Urachi and his band of outcasts rose up against the nation`s leader Rorak Fineblade and killed him and took control of the nation. For years the people lived in cruel conditions where Urachi`s men killed whomever they pleased and burned villages to the ground for fun.
The people grew sick of Urachi and rebelled against him. For that Urachi slaughtered fifty thousand people and outlawed the teaching of any martial arts or weapon training. The rebel movement was forced underground where it was safe from the prying eyes and sharp ears of Urachi. At the heart of the rebel movement was the Razorchain clan.
When Urachi learned of my clan being the head of the rebellious snake he severed it. He sent his traitorous followers to butcher my family and burn everything to the ground. It happened 2 years after i was born. It was a quiet summer night when the enemy snuck into the confines of our village and silently slit the throats of anyone they could find. That was until a sentry spotted one of the mercenaries sneaking out of a house. The sentry`s shout of alarm was cut short from a knife to the windpipe but it was enough to rouse the villiage.
Almost instantly the men of the villiage ran out of their houses and into the fray, but they had no idea what they were up against. The mercenaries had a weapon the spewed forth fire like the dragons of old. Most of the men died instantly while an unlucky few burned to death slowly. The women gathered in the main hall with the children. As the mercenaries advanced through the villiage they burned everything. when they finally reached the main hall they proceeded to burn it to the ground with the women and children inside. The women panicked and instead of trying to run away collapsed in terror while the children wept and screamed at their feet. My mother who was always a headstrong woman picked me up and jumped out of a back window and ran for her life. Who knew her life would end so violently.
After my mother went through the window she ran for the forest of whispers but the mercenary leader had sent a small group of 10 mercenaries to make sure no one escaped. My mother ran right into the middle of them. They formed a group around my mother and through me to the ground. Two men held my mother while the leader of the group picked me up and took a burning stick and pressed it to the side of my face burning my flesh. The sight of her young child being tortured made my mother go insane.
She pushed the two men restraining her away and jumped on the man holding me. She ripped out the man`s throat with her teeth and clawed out another's eyes while the rest of the men screamed in fear. It took the men a few seconds took return to their senses and when they did they drew their swords and attacked my mother. It took 8 men with swords to kill my mother. After they were done with my mother they turned to me, the screaming babe on the ground and decided to slit my throat. Before any of them could make a move a shadow burst forth from the forest and with a glint of steel severed the head of the nearest man. The strange shadow turned out to be a man clothed in black holding a katana. The few mercenaries who were left attacked the man.
The man`s motions were flawless it seemed like he moved through the air like it were a liquid. The way he danced around the men dismembering, disembowelling, and beheading looked almost like a form of art. When he was finished he wiped his blade on the grass and spoke for the first time.
"Young Zabora you will grow to do great thing" said the man
He then picked me up and carried me off into the forest leaving what was left of my village burning and the screaming of the dying behind.