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NOTES: Alright...now you must be wondering
what the heck this is. Well, while watching the first episode of
Samurai X (the OAV for Rurouni Kenshin), Shinigami started typing
some of the quotes. Problem was, the introduction to Samurai X was
one long! So between the two of us (Shini did most of it cause she
types faster and is good at getting stuff down after listening to it once)
we were able to get down the whole introduction (I know we have no
lives). Then I took what we had and while watching the intro again I
wrote down the description of the scenes.
(Shini's favorite quote is the first sentence
said by Master Hiko...she wanted me to add that.)
This is one big FAT spoiler for the intro to
Samurai X (it is the intro). So don't read it if you don't
wanna know about the intro. For those who want to get nice taste of
the OAV and blood (llllllloooooootttttttttsssssss of blood) can go
right ahead.
Rue Sorrows Spirit of Guilt
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HIKO: The moon peers down
on a diseased world.
[It is night with the light of a full moon shining down on a man sitting
by himself drinking sake. The man looks up at the sky for a moment before
standing up and leaving in a hurry]
[There is a small caravan walking under that same full moon. Men and
women walk together, some pulling a large wagon with supplies in it.
There is a child with them, a small boy with red hair who holds in his
little hand a wooden top. He glances up at a young women who is
looking down kindly at him and smiles back comfortingly.]
[A sword flashes in the long grass where the caravan is passing]
HIKO: There is no cure for the disease… an entire race vaults mindlessly
into destruction. Not even a man of colossal power would be able to
prevent the inevitable.
[The people of the caravan start screaming in terror, running for their
lives as they are attacked by men wielding swords and spears. They
are hacked mercilessly, their bodies flung to the dirt, their blood
seeping out beneath them. One woman is stabbed in the back and is
flung down face forward, and as she dies she whispers…]
WOMAN: Save him…save Shinta…save him…please…
[There is nothing left of the caravan but the slaughtered bodies and their
blood splattered everywhere. The last man is cut down, and the
murderers approach the small red haired boy who now holds a sword too
large for him to lift. He stands breathing heavily, eyes wide and
filled with rage as three young women cower behind him. He makes a
move to lunge, but is grabbed by one of the young women and is yanked
back. The young woman cradles his face, trying to cover him, with
her sister clutching her with trembling hands…]
[The boy continues to
stare from beneath the young woman’s arms as one of the girls jump up
pleadingly toward one of the men…]
GIRL: Please! Don’t hurt him…
[She is cut down without a second thought…and the woman holding him
tries to cover his eyes]
SISTER: Shinta don’t look…!
OTHER SISTER: Oh my dear sister no!
[The other sister is slaughtered, and the young woman holding the boy
surges forward, her sister’s blood drenching her back, yet still
shielding the child from the carnage. The boy looks up and stares at
the woman who speaks urgently yet soothingly at him as her tears fall onto
his face…]
SISTER: Shinta, Shinta you must listen to me…you’re life has not
been chosen for you so you must live. Listen, our fates have been
decided tonight, but you must survive to honor those who did not…
[She is grabbed by the hair and yanked up off Shinta, yet she still speaks…]
SISTER: Save yourself…
[Shinta lies in shock and looks up to see one of the men drive his sword
straight through the young woman’s throat. Tears continued to
slide down her cheeks as she raised her hands feebly and clutches the
blade that is covered in her own blood. The murderer withdraws the
blade and allows the sister to collapse down to the ground…Shinta
continues to stare with wide eyes as the sister continues to speak as she
lies dying…]
SISTER: Please live… live for me… you must never give up...
MAN: Silence!
[The man stabs down savagely, twisting the blade for good measure, then
lifts the sword again once the she stops her soft pleas to Shinta.
Shinta continues to stare at the dead woman, ignoring the murderer as he
comes to stand hulking over him, sword raised and ready to plunge down,
with a feral and malicious grin on his flat face…]
[Suddenly there is a sound
from behind and the man stops and looks back to see his comrades all
killed by one man alone]
MAN: Who are you?
HIKO: You won’t be alive long enough to remember my name.
[The man lunges at Hiko with an animalistic scream, but Hiko, with four
swipes of his sword, slices him into three pieces, his body parts and
blood fly everywhere except on him, who had not even moved a step in
defense.]
[Hiko starts to clean his sword with a white cloth. As he does this he
looks at Shinta kneeling, staring at the bodies of the three girls. Hiko
speaks]
HIKO: I don’t know why I happen by this place, be glad I did. You
may hate these murderers but that will not bring your family back.
Let your survival be your family’s memorial.
[He turns to leave, but pauses to look back at the small boy sitting
amidst the carnage, sighs and continues to walk away]
HIKO: Death no longer terrifies man, the smell of blood is as common as
the smell of white plums. So he creates slavery and savagery, which
surpass the horrors of dying, these can only be fought with more bloodshed
and the cycle never ends.
[Night is gone, and dawn
has come bathing the world in a reddish color]
HIKO: My sword is guided
by the reason of Hiten Mitsurugi, yet when all is said a sword is a tool
of destruction, not salvation. The only way I can maintain my
humanity is to bury its victims.
[He returns to the place where he had left the bodies of the dead and his
eyes widen in shock. The sky was as red blood and wherever he looked
wooden graves scattered could be seen. In the middle of this sad graveyard
is Shinta, standing alone staring at three graves with rocks instead of
wood, tear stains on his cheeks]
HIKO: You’ve dug graves for your family and their murderers
SHINTA: This wasn’t my family they were slave traders, I was sold to
them after my parents died. Last night they stopped being traders or
murderers they were all just victims.
HIKO: And these stones?
SHINTA: Sakura, Kasumi, Akane. I only them for a few days, but they
protected me like I was their own. I am just a boy but I should have
protected them. They’re gone. I have to live because they
died for me.
[Shinta looks up into the
bloody sky and his voice breaks in grief]
SHINTA: I wanted their
graves to be beautiful, all I could find are these ugly rocks but it’s
the best I can do. I wish I had flowers. They all deserved
flowers.
[Hiko pulls out his jug of
sake and pours its contents onto the three small stones]
HIKO: No one should reach nirvana without the taste of good sake on his
lips. This is my tribute to them.
SHINTA: Thank you uh --
HIKO: Soujiro Hiko, learn the name of your new master.
SHINTA: Hmm…
HIKO: Listen you are unable to save the lives of the women who took
care of you. Now you inner self is laden with their memories.
Your small hands can attest for the weight of their lifeless bodies.
However you will learn that their memories are heavier and carrying them
will make you stronger. This new strength will be your defense and
aid you in the protection of that which is truly important. But this
can only happen if you are properly trained.
SHINTA: Properly…trained…
HIKO: Tell me your name?
SHINTA: Shinta
HIKO: A child’s name. Too soft for a swordsman. As of today,
you are Kenshin.
SHINTA: Ken…shin…
HIKO: I have found a pupil. Consider yourself fortunate.
[They are two now standing with the blood red sky above them, surrounded
by graves of the dead of who had murdered and had been murdered]
SAMURAI
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