'Okiro yo, mishiranu gaikoku-jin!'- 'Wake up, crazy foreigner'-( I can understand and speak Japanese, though not at the best of my capabilities), an anonymous samurai, -possibly the same bastard who knocked me out cold-, beamed at the top of his lungs, whilst pouring water on my hair through a bamboo tube, around 1 centimetre wide, in through one the very small bamboo grates.
I was far too warn out to even get up, I hadn't eaten nor drank in a total of 56 hours, I spent a full day on the final touches of the replica that I hadn't bother grabbing a bite through that process, and the day after resulted in me travelling back in time and nearly cooking myself alive incidentally in the process, then getting knocked the fuck out by some random grease-stained peasant with a fancy sword and dainty armour, yet I hadn't gotten an ounce of sleep until just about 10 minutes ago, shucks that this feudal, barbaric inbred had to ruin my alone time by pouring cold water on me, and through a bamboo pipe as well, he'll be the first one dead once I get things going my way.
'GENKI O DASHITE!'- 'GET THE HELL UP!', another guy, with a deeper and more mature voice yelled as he kicked the bamboo gate with all the intentions to cause pain, creating a small opening in the gate that I could peak through, the kick almost knocked the entire bamboo door down with it, almost flattening me in that mere instant.
From the small hole, I can finally have a glance at the culprit, and from what I saw, I was not disappointed, he had features similar to most Edo-period samurai: he had a stature of around 5'5 or 165 centimetres, which is short for modern standards but for these primates, it was a height most husbands dreamed of, he had a grey beard, with a patch of black beard hair at the very bottom of his chin, his hair was tied in a bun, held together by a golden pin, he wore fancy, unscathed 'yoroi' samurai armour, with very delicate knee braces, and on his feet were socked sandals, made of bamboo and rubber.
On his face, he donned an aggressive look, however, the main thing that struck out about him was that he had sheathed samurai sword placed on his left hip, with both hands, left placed on the hilt and the right placed on the sheath respectively.
This man looked around late 40's to early 50's years of age, and to my surprise, looked nothing like a peasant, in fact, he looked like nobility, perhaps even a daimyo in a small region like the "Shima" prefecture.
Right behind him stood two, lower ranked samurai, possibly guards or security of this guy, they wore similar style militia outfits, though not even close as elegant as the higher ranked samurai.
I am guessing that either one of these two barbarians knocked me out, and also told me to wake up before this sow with the fake deeper voice hollered like a hooligan and crashed out like a lunatic drunk.
One of the samurai stepped forward and caressed a hand onto the higher ranked samurai, 'Matte kudasai, Kuro daimyo-sama, kare ni sukoshi yoyū o mata sera desu-'. 'Wait, sir daimyo Crow, cut the man some slack, pleas-', the poor samurai could not have witnessed, nor even anticipated what happened next to his fateful soul, as soon as he put his hand onto the daimyo fella, he was slashed deep across the neck, as well as through the 'yoroi' armour with a cut across the samurai's chest and abdomen simultaneously, a fatal barrage of three swift, imperceivable slashes, killing the lower ranked samurai in an instant. As he fell to the floor, laying face flat onto the floor, blood gushed out of his lifeless body, out of the gaping wounds on his meagre frame, and staining the gravel beneath him blood red.
I knew instantly not to get on the bad side of this daimyo or whatever he is, last thing I want to be is Japanese minced beef.
The other guard knew instantly that the daimyo was not in a good mood, and so, he took out his samurai sword, still sheathed in its sheath, laid it across the ground in front of him, and bowed to the daimyo, so that he would not end up being put into an urn like the other guy.
'Oi, kuduranai yaro, kono hito ni asoko ido no mizu o in masete kudasai, shimasu ka?'-'Oi, crappy fuckface, give this guy some water from the well over there will you?'-, the daimyo asked the bowing samurai to complete the task,
'Hai, Kuro-sama, sora tobu yaban hito go tsuiraku shita ido no koto o itteru no ne, sōde shou?'- 'Yes, sir Crow, you do mean the well near where this flying barbarian crashed into, right?'- 'Hai, ima wa anata no omou mama ni iki ma shou!' -'Yes, now go as you will!'-, and so the lower rank samurai commenced towards the well, whilst the daimyo headed down the urban area, back to possibly his own residence, or to other well known places in this sub-urban city, such as the marketplace.
The other samurai fetched water in a metal bucket from the well, which I currently could not visualise as it was directly behind this bamboo prison, near the fields I crash landed on when I first arrived here, (however, I was able to get a small outline of the well in the corner of my eye when I crash-landed in Edo-period Japan), the bucket was slightly less than the size of the basketball sized hoop, that contained around 2 litres of water, in fact, it was so much so that you could slip the bucket through the hole as if it were paper sliding underneath a door.
As the samurai returned back from the well, he slid the bucket under the hole and gestured a 'drink up' signal.
At first, I thought that the water was poisoned, however, when I saw the early morning sunlight gleaming off the water, I knew that the fluid was not even tampered with in the slightest.
In the first minute that I received the 2 litres of water, I just stared at it, drooling at what could possibly affect my future, and in the second minute p, there was not a single millilitre of water left in the bucket (bear in mind, this bucket was extremely sharp, sharper than a box cutter, had I not aired the water, I may have cut my entire mouth with the bucket).
The samurai guy let out a grand chuckle and howled mockingly, sneering as he saw my desperate need for water.
'Hoh-hoh-hoh, omoshiroi, jibun jishin o mite, wāmu!'- 'Ha-ha-ha, interesting, look at yourself, damn worm!', the underling bastard spoke out in his "oh so glorified, underling tone".
Only god can save his soul once I'm finished with him. The samurai picked up his samurai sword and placed the sword on the side of his 'yoroi' armour and walked down the road in the same direction the 'daimyo' walked down, leaving me in my bamboo prison cell with only myself and a metal water bucket equal to the size of a basketball.
I instantly got an idea in my head, since I was the only person in the bamboo, prison cell, as well as being in the middle of a nigh-dead silent urban alley filled with single story bungalow houses, known as 'minka', I could break out of this cell using the metal bucket, though it may take some time to fully break out.
I knew there was a water well that lay just a few dozen metres behind the bamboo cell, and behind that well lay the high grass fields that I crash landed onto, though I couldn't get a single proper glance at these insignificant landmarks as I was only 10% conscious right before I got knocked out cold. Nevertheless, I gained a lot more strength from drinking the two litres of water, and with that, after three or four hours of hard work, cutting deep into the bamboo posts with the sharp metal bucket, I was able to break out a portion of the cell from the hole the daimyo kicked in at the bottom of the cell, enough of a space for me to slip under through, though not as easily as you may think.
As I used 100% of my physical capabilities to slide under the hole in the bamboo cell, I noticed how bright it truly was outside, and as I got up, I was able to finally see what Edo Japan looked like. I was not held captive in the sub-urban areas but in fact in the minor, rural regions, it could merely be considered a town-sized village.
The bamboo cell looked far bigger on the outside than it did on the inside, however it looked far more rigid and damageable on the outside.
On the left side of the bamboo cell lay a larger, one story 'minka' bungalow, around 2.65 metres tall, and on the right side, another, far more older looking bungalow that was even larger than the bungalow on the left, around 3 metres tall.
The water well was, as I mentioned, a few dozen metres, perhaps around 36 metres, behind the bamboo cell, however, the well was located in the high grass field, just next to the spot where I crash landed (there were burnt patches and ash remains of the FTM replica).
As soon as I saw the well, I ran as quick as I could over the soft gravel and dirt covering the roads to the well with the water bucket and scooped up another bucket of water from the well with the rope attached to the well, and drank another two litre of fresh Japanese well water.
I trodded back to the bamboo cell with the metal bucket, making minimal noise as I could as I didn't want the residents of the bungalow (if there were any) to know that I had escaped captivity.
As I reached the bamboo cell, I used the metal bucket to strike down on one half of one of bamboo logs from the small section of the grates that I already crafted out from the larger grate that were still screwed on to the posts that held the cage in place.
I leveraged the log as best as I could, each log weighed roughly 10 kilograms, meaning this weighed 5 kilograms, which I could barely pick up with my 5'5, 52 kilogram, energy drained, gaunt frame.
There were around 12 logs going vertical, and 10 logs going horizontal for each of the four sides, and since the cage was around 2 metres high, and 2 metres wide on the interior, I estimated that each log was about 15 centimetres wide, and around 2 metres in length, making the front grates that we're screwed in around 220 kilograms in weight, and the total cage weighing in at around 880 kilograms in weight, it may have taken two or three samurai to hold up and fully screw in just the front bamboo "portcullis", as these samurai were not exceptionally strong, and valued speed, honour and precision over power.
I then sharpened the top of one single, log to make it look like a spiked, arrowhead spear, I have plans to use it as a last resort to ambush the samurai and go out in style, this took up merely 15 minutes of my time.
I then went over to the well and yanked the rope off the pull-rope, the rope was about 3 metres long, and since I severed the rope in half with the bucket, I used one half of the ropes to tie on the small grates of logs that I cut out to the larger collective grates that were still screwed on, making it seem as if I hadn't left the prison cell from afar.
The other half was, in my mind, used for an even larger purpose.
I knew that it was a foolish idea for me to duel these combat efficient barbarians, for one, I have combat experience equal to that of a purple belt, but nowhere near these fellas.
Secondly, I am literally almost drained of all my strength, speed and stamina so much so I could merely pick up a five kilograms log.
Thirdly, these brutes have superior weapons, whilst I have these untimely ones, and armour that can survive most piercing and blunt force attacks I throw at them.
Finally, these monsters have the numbers advantage, I am just a one man, whilst these guys have dozens upon dozens of foot soldiers at their disposal.
I have only a grand total of a 4% chance of survival, 0.15% chance, if I mean fighting and being totally unscathed. But I was more than willing to take those chances. Besides, I liked those odds.
Last time I had ever fought, it was 1 v 3, and let me tell you, it was a massacre, not even with how desensitised I was with Al, the stuff I saw during wartime, this was far more disturbing.
The year was late 1941, straight out of the Warring Continents war, I had some unwanted attention from other rival genius scientists who had stalked me all the way to my original, ground floor level laboratory in the town square of Azardiz, they were my assistants during the war period of time, however, over the course of that one following year, these derelicts decided it was time to sell me off and hand my dead body over to some surviving Yahtzee associates turned underworld mafia bosses who hired these second fiddles as assassins, of course you know who won that scrap, and if you don't, then spoiler alert, I somehow managed to wipe out every single one of them off the face of the Earth.
However, in that scrap, I had used my own specialised prototype-optic blast gun to fend off against those bastards, who were most certainly going for the killing blow with their little box cutters in hand, but it may have backfired a bit, as after the first two blasts were fired at the first scientist (causing him to fall through a desk and get temporarily knocked out), the other two guys ran at me with murderous intent, the gun started overheating rapidly to just under 500 degrees Celsius which I tossed away towards the first scientist as soon as it slightly burnt my hand, and before I could even fathom the possibilities of what would happen next, I was blown out of my laboratory, and found myself lying on shards of glass in a pool of blood, next to a burning pile of ash where my old laboratory, as well as the apartment complex I rented out just for my own living quarters and even portions of nearby urban city blocks sat just moments prior.
Nobody knew what happened to the remains of the scientist's bodies, or even the fate of Yahtzee mafia bosses who wanted to enact revenge for the capture of their leaders, however, I was acquitted of the charges of reckless endangerment, mass destruction of property, accidental arson and possible involuntary mass manslaughter due to the fact my assailants had killing intent and were hired by globally known terrorists who may be walking free at this moment right now, and I vowed myself to do two things that I will follow until the day I die:
One, I hide every single bit of my personal life that remains vital to the gift of my life hidden underground, in my new, underground laboratory, I would go incognito when going outside, so much so that even the people who awarded me with my medals of honour thought I was some random, stray homeless man.
The second being, to remain a pacifist for the whole of my life, and to never, ever fight for the rest of my life...............
UNTIL NOW!