The harmonious skin-crawling sounds of the cicadas mating call echoed loudly within the prefecture. It was spring, the temperature was hellishly humid, but the time of cultivation was zenith for farmers and life alike, due to the sheer climate.
The rich brown gold was fertile and rich with nutrients, Kiku and Yuto, with their green-thumb like skills honed though strife, were able to exploit the fine environment to do their bidding.
With each day that passed Rue became more and more accustomed to his life.
Though that sound of cicadas was one he truly feared, bugs were scary bastards, have you even seen an ant upclose, its spine chilling— That ever loud ominous tune of the cicadas in the woodlands warranted no help.
With phobias set aside, Rue was now a young spry lad of one year, his skills in walking had reached impressive levels for his age, not needing assistance and his balance as firm as the average chads.
His practiced linguistic skills in Japanese were finally bearing fruit, though he had learned them internally, he had not been able to vocalize them due to his voice box's atrophy development.
Now that it has meagerly developed, Rue was able to communicate with much more ease, rather than the painful manipulations he had done to the contours of his neck in order to wisp out a word.
Those were dark times, but now he can finally speak, another thing completed on the long laundry list of things he needed to do!...somewhat.
The courier of course still had a long ways to gooooo—before he could reach the level his body was once.
Rue Elicited a smile which schooled his features, he felt glad.
Life was going well, Progress was great – he was peaking his physical limits every day, and his state of mind was tranquil.
'Sure it sucked that I died, and I lost my beloved Ritsue and mom, but… what can I do about it, you gotta move on in these types of situations, it's just adapting that's life people die everyday.'
Then he sighed
'The world ain't going to stop so why should I, why should he fret–cry– or worry about people who aren't going to be born for several hundred years.'
Not him.
This was his new resolve, he was determined to live this life to its fullest, exploit historical events—trade—and craft.
Anything Rue had ever coveted, he would strive to obtain.
But the journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step.
'From what I can recall the Japanese began to transfer from Rice-like currency into the more modern doctrine of cash, I know the cotton and crude oil industries both began to spike in popularity, due to the diversity and nature of both…' Rue tapped his chin in thought 'or I can just make firearms, that would be pretty rad.'
From an outsider's perspective, watching an infant scratch their chin seemingly deep in thought was a rather adoring sight.
'Ughh, too much thinking,' Rue dismissed, annoyed with an added wave of his hand.
Giving his surrounding viscera a sparring glance, Rue gave a shit-eating smirk.
'Lets just focus on my physical and mental,'
The rest of the day continued in that accustomed routine: wake up, stare at the ceiling for a few minutes, wait until his mother took him out of the rocker— this was principle, if he got out then he would have to bear witness to his mothers mortified expression,
He didn't want that.
Then the rest of the day would continue as always, it was a simple disciplined scheme which laid out the schematic for the day.
It was much to his liking, he enjoyed his current acquaintance with its simplicity.
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With a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, Rue enjoyed the natural splendor of Japan.
The farm beds were filled with an array of exotic vegetation, the architecture had this nostalgic refinement to it, and the layout of the farm was simple, yet, efficient – it was like being in a whole new world.
Literally.
With his own wobbled steps, semblant to a penguin's, Rue strode through the narrow wooden paths separating each farm of the beds.
He clad a fitted-red kimono that complemented nicely with his small gate, finally after months of peaking past frivolous limits with reckless abandon, Rue now adorned a feeble set aqua blue lengthened locks, after a year of wait they had only reached a mere 6 inches in length.
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With his chin propped on his wrist, he sat idle, his mind dazed–his expression neutral, yet from the depths of his indifferent and lazed amethyst like eyes Rue groveled over himself.
There was a major problem… he was bored.
This was a Shakespearean tragedy! Even the lengths of Romeo & Juliet's bond seemed feeble when compared to truly this mind numbing endeavor.
This was truly a serious issue.
With bated breath Rue sighed as he contemplated his options.
He had essentially dried the meager reservoir of goals he aimed to accomplish. Spoiler warning, these endeavors were easily completed.
[Walk] ✔
[Learn the tongue] ✔
[Find any information regarding where I am] ✔
[Possible future opportunities] Currently a work in progress
WIth renewed rendezvous, Rue grinned, 'Eurica! Kekekke, boredom begon!' pushing his feelings aside for the moment. Rue needed to clear his head.
'Capitalism!' Rue thought with a gaping grin.
Riddance with the bland and hello to the blinding bliss of opportunity!
Money, a simple notion, yet its incentive rooted from humanities Neolithic epoch, a time where trade between food, or animals was commonplace. This simple trade would allow for both parties to sustain themselves further. Yet, modern day currency held no real value other than the value humans put onto it, and yet this simple piece of paper rules the world, a thing that would make our ancestors scoff now ruled the world, not strength, looks, wit, or other, it was currency.
It was plain and simple, use his textbook like knowledge to exploit future monopolies,
Tentative with this long-term goal, Rue felt happy.
This was short lived, quickly he realised this goal was a "Long-term goal", hence it was settled within the future not the present.
"Fuck-me" Rue uttered in English absentmindedly.
After several seconds of laminating his blunder, Rue, spiked out of curiosity, stole a sidealong glance at his fathers training figure.
Stood firm with his left foot 4 feet in front of his right, with a wooden practice katana lifted above his head Yuto brought it down continuously,
Fwoosh!
The same whipsing noise of the air being cut with the sword persisted with each subsequent repetition.
His expression was steward and his gaze piercing. His eyes unfocused and glass like, his countenance was slack yet visibly subtle with a methodological ferocity only seen within an experienced swordsmen.
It was an interesting sight, yet, it was fairly common to see around the house, his father was almost always training.
It was weird..
Well kinda?
On paper his fathers profession was a farmer, but when looked deeper, his true integral livelihood was based around the sword, he was once a samurai.
A man who lived by the sword.
He once held a purpose other than that of a mere father, he had lived to serve his lordship, that was until his untimely death.
Years have since passed since that fateful day, not that Rue really cared, this was due to a difference in paradigms.
Obviously Rue believed in capitalism, freedom and the other rights in which Americans are entitled to.
Of course, which notions within the 17th century were not of thought, kings queens and empires still existed, conquesting new lands (plundering them for all of their worth) , and slavery were still viewed as the norm.
It wasn't a surprise that Rue dismissed his father's loyalty for a long dead dude.