On the cold beach, where I lost all my friends. We were fighting to save our people from the Mongols' reign of terror. Me and my uncle, Shimura, rode on horseback. As we rode, Shimura asked me, "Are you ready?" I replied with an exhausted voice. "I am, let's fight these Mongols' back to their land." But there was a chill in the air. A chill that is unbearable. But a Samurai has to be brave. But then there was a whistle, one that couldn't come from a person.
"We are taking fire. Mongols' have the Hwacha."
The Hwacha was the worst weapon against a samurai. But we were persistent, until...
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The Ghost
FanfictionThis is a fan-fiction about the Ghost of Tsushima. For people who don't know its about a samurai who broke his code to save his people and uncle. There is gore but not to detailed Im a new writer so thanks for the support You can message me about a...
