Red Steel 2, Part 3

The Jackals who hold me captive are amoral and ubiquitous. They care for nothing more than quick money, quick drinking, and violence. I am sure that if it were not for the strength of their leader, they would have cut one another's throats long ago. I am patiently waiting, still ready to pounce on the slightest opportunity to secure my freedom. They believe me to be weak. They are wrong. They are not as disciplined as the Kusagari clan. As a result, they do not know the power of the mind, nor do they understand the techniques we have been taught to preserve and marshal our strength for times of need. This, perhaps more than anything else, causes me to wonder that there must be something more to the absence of my clan than the mere presence of these animals. The Jackals alone, even with their leader, would never have the strength to defeat the Kusagari on their own. I do not know where the rest of my clan has gone. I was returning home after my five years of banishment when I fell into the hands of the Jackals. Something is very wrong, and now my home town is filled with scum. I know my sword and my guns are still nearby. I see the Jackals playing with them in the evening. One of them, in his carelessness with my sword, managed to slice off the arm of one of his brethren. Idiots, all of them. Now, whenever one of them brings my sword out to play, the others stand far away to watch the theatrics. Soon I will teach them that my sword and my guns are not toys to be trifled with. Soon, I will be free, and they shall know true fear. I will teach them to fear me, to fear the Kusagari once again.