The return of a samurai? Makai makes a Anti-climactic entrance!

A man laid in the grass.He was on the tip of a hill and he had his eyes closed as his breathing was soft. His chest puffed up and down slowly as the man was asleep. His bright neon green hair shone off the son and would blind anyone who looked directly at him. The man wore raggidy clothes and he had a dark skin tone. He continued to sleep and rolled over onto his back exposing his stomach. He let out a slight snore from his mouth as it opened for a brief fleeting moment.

It abrubtly closed and the man awoke as his hand jerked up to catch a nut from what looked like the tree above him. His hand came togethor and crunch went the walnut in the mans palm. He slowly and lazily got up his eyes still closed. He let out a deep yawn not having the courtesy to cover his mouth. He let himself shake his head his neon hair swilring from the low haircut that he had. The man then placed his hand onto the ground and tossed himself up onto his feet.

He was barefoot and he enjoyed the feel of the wet morning dew between his toes. He pulled from his side a piece of long clothe and soon wrapped it around his face over his eyes. He tied it in a knot on the back and soon he shook himself off for a moment. He felt down his back and he could no longer contain his emotions anymore.

”IT ITHCES!!!!!!!” He moved his head down and he soon started jumping his hand coming across his back scratching and little figures falling out of his shirt. ”ANTS!!! AHH I HATE ANTS!!!!! MUTHAFUCKAH IT ITCHES LIKE CRAZY. FUCKING FIRE IN MY PANTS!!!!!!”

He soon started running and jumped into a nearby river and was under the water for a while soon a completey wet and shirtless black guy appeared out of the water with a blindfold over his eyes. He tossed his white shirt out of the water as little dots apperared in the water motionless. The man continued to franticly scratch at his back trying to satisfy the horrible itching of the thousands or so ant bites he had recived.

Makai finnally stopped and let out a slight moan as the itch had been satisfied. He then looked around and noticed something was missing but he forgot what it was.He looked over by his shirt and saw something you rarely see. A wooden sword moving on its own. This puzzled Makai just a little bit as he started to wade over. He heaved himself up so his chest laid on the ground as he watched as the wooden sword slowly passed him. He placed his thumb to his mouth as he had known he had seen this blade before. and as it passed him he noticed something written on it. It was written in a dark red writing and it spelt something out.

Makai Oitechi was written onto the blade and makai just stared at it blankly wondering who the blade belonged to. He turned around and just shrugged slightly as he felt no remeberance of this blade and let himself sink back into the water slowly his mouth letting off bubbles in the river. He let himself ponder how a wooden sword could move on its own like that. Then he remebered something.

He jumped up and spat out some water he had been swishing around in his mouth. That sword was his. He jumped out of the water landed on the grass and started running after it almost stumbling and tumbling forward as he had his hands touch the ground countless times to keep his balance. He soon grabbed the sword and brought it up to look down at a trail of ants.

”FUCKING ANTS! You niggahs are annoying as shit! You chew me up then try and steal my sword. YOU MUTHAFUCKAHS WILL DIE!” Makai was yellling as he slammed the wooden sword againts the ground killing ants and soon he was just hitting it againts the ground like a madman his breath coming out in gasps as he was releasing his anger. He let his blade slide into its appropriate area since he held it in a belt loop of his pants since he did not have a sheith for it as of yet.

Makai continued to breath hard and soon he turned around and decided something. He wanted to go somewhere new that he had never been before. He started walking to some random location in this completely random direction.