A Traveler from a Distance Land...

[Ancara Gonzalo]

*For one man, whom had spent so long exploring the land he only knew as Japan for its sights and splendors, he was both unsure and a bit worried of what could soon happen whilst he traversed through some plains. It was fairly quiet for him.....almost too quiet for his own tastes.  Whilst normally a quiet, seemingly peaceful day would be a breath of fresh air for him, something about the area around him would feel.....off to him, as if someone was watching him....or following his every step.  Considering such a situation, Ancara, the buff man from a far away land, would reasonably act suspicious of how seemingly fine things were around him.  But as he'd easily learned over time, it's never truly that simple, and usually too good to be true.  For him, all Ancara could do was brace himself and calmly walk forwards through these plains, hoping he'd for once not have to deal with any bandits, animals, or worse before he could fine a safe place to rest for a spell.  Yup, it was about another day in the life of this man, and whatever would happen from here, likely would be out of his own control mostly, with the kind of luck he tended to have.*

[Etincelle Noel]

Now as we all know, I’m a lover not a fighter. So, you can imagine my surprise when while I was at the local market chatting up some local women telling them tales of my exploits and recent conquests, leaving out the part about being forced to betray the Imagawa or lose my head, a couple of guys who were up to no good started making trouble in this neighborhood. Well… I mean I suppose they didn’t appreciate a certain someone telling their wives, sisters, daughters, and even a couple mothers that he would take them for a ride on his motorcycle horse, but they’d have to hold on real tight so they wouldn’t fall off.

Anyways, let’s flash forward real quick. That village must have been about three or four miles away from our humble giant who had been walking along minding his own business and seemingly enjoying the peace and quiet. Well not for long. He’d soon start hearing shouting coming from behind him. Something along the lines of:

“WE’LL KILL YOU, YOU YELLOW HAIRED VAGABOND!”

“HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO MY MOUTHER IN SUCH AN UNCULTURED MANNER YOU DEGENERATE!”

“I’M GONNA GUT YOU LIKE A TROUT AND SERVE YOU UP AT MY SHOP!”

“GUYS! IS IT JUST ME OR WAS THAT LAST ONE REALLY UNHYGENIC?!”