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We cannot behold
the beauty of the blossoms
enshrouded by haze –
yet steal us their scent, at least,
spring breezes blowing from the hills
-Yoshimine no Munesada
Hello all! This is my fourth story, and the first one I'm going to complete.
This is (obviously) a Japan story in unmodded BTS. The writing style is somewhere between a narrative and a history book, a mix of both. Now that I have typed the bare minimum of a story introduction, on to the actual writing.
Settings etc.
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Tokugawa awoke in his tent. The sun was barely above the horizon, the rest of the tribe still asleep. He sat up. What an interesting dream... he thought. He had been standing on a great mountain, so high he could see clouds below him. Suddenly a voice spoke to him out of the clouds. Tokugawa it said. All this, I have given to you, but only if you are faithful "Who are you?" Tokugawa asked. I am the voice said. Settle your people here. Other civilizations will rise, but know that they do not have my blessing. And then he woke up.
He walked out of the tent. He considered the voice in his dream. This isn't such a bad spot. We have access to the sea, and the abundant clams. There is also that wild grain to the west. It tastes good and is abundant. We could use it. Tokugawa pondered this more as the tribe steadily woke up and started the days' hunting and foraging. It was well into midday before he made his decision.
"Akita!" he yelled. His small assistant came to him. Akita was his nephew; the son of his brother Hayato. After Hayato had died fighting a wild bear, Tokugawa had taken Akita as his own son. Now he was 16 years old, and assisted Tokugawa in everything he did. "Yes uncle?" Akita asked. "Gather the people. I need to speak to them." "Yes uncle" Akita said, running off.
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It didn't take long to convince them to settle down here. They were loyal to their leader, and soon they were collecting wood for houses. After that, the people started to make fishing boats, and the clams were soon harvested regularly.
As Tokugawa looked for a sight for the palace, he noticed a grove of trees with an unusual color. The leaves were pink. "Akita." "Yes Uncle?" he replied. "What are those trees called?" Tokugawa asked. Akita replied "The men call them sakura trees, Uncle." "I think we should build the palace there. It is a sign from the gods."
And so Japan started, under the shade of the sakura trees.
the beauty of the blossoms
enshrouded by haze –
yet steal us their scent, at least,
spring breezes blowing from the hills
-Yoshimine no Munesada
Hello all! This is my fourth story, and the first one I'm going to complete.
This is (obviously) a Japan story in unmodded BTS. The writing style is somewhere between a narrative and a history book, a mix of both. Now that I have typed the bare minimum of a story introduction, on to the actual writing.Settings etc.
Spoiler :
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Tokugawa awoke in his tent. The sun was barely above the horizon, the rest of the tribe still asleep. He sat up. What an interesting dream... he thought. He had been standing on a great mountain, so high he could see clouds below him. Suddenly a voice spoke to him out of the clouds. Tokugawa it said. All this, I have given to you, but only if you are faithful "Who are you?" Tokugawa asked. I am the voice said. Settle your people here. Other civilizations will rise, but know that they do not have my blessing. And then he woke up.
He walked out of the tent. He considered the voice in his dream. This isn't such a bad spot. We have access to the sea, and the abundant clams. There is also that wild grain to the west. It tastes good and is abundant. We could use it. Tokugawa pondered this more as the tribe steadily woke up and started the days' hunting and foraging. It was well into midday before he made his decision.
"Akita!" he yelled. His small assistant came to him. Akita was his nephew; the son of his brother Hayato. After Hayato had died fighting a wild bear, Tokugawa had taken Akita as his own son. Now he was 16 years old, and assisted Tokugawa in everything he did. "Yes uncle?" Akita asked. "Gather the people. I need to speak to them." "Yes uncle" Akita said, running off.
****
It didn't take long to convince them to settle down here. They were loyal to their leader, and soon they were collecting wood for houses. After that, the people started to make fishing boats, and the clams were soon harvested regularly.
As Tokugawa looked for a sight for the palace, he noticed a grove of trees with an unusual color. The leaves were pink. "Akita." "Yes Uncle?" he replied. "What are those trees called?" Tokugawa asked. Akita replied "The men call them sakura trees, Uncle." "I think we should build the palace there. It is a sign from the gods."
And so Japan started, under the shade of the sakura trees.
Spoiler :
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