"I hope your stay here is pitiful and you rot in your designated areas just like the rest of those peasents did!"

Yoro yelling at the others and myself. 

Yoro began his speech. 

"Welcome, to every last one of you. This will be the hardest years of your life you will ever encounter.  You have been chosen by the village for a specific task. The task you will recieve and you will be offered a nice place to rest your head and gold earned at the finish line. That's if you finish your training here at Hantami Island."

Now .. as Yoro pauses,

I said, "if" , "because many of you will die!" 

"You will give up!" 

"You are lousy and your no good to me if you give up!" 

"I will not be disrespected." "Do you understand me?"

I could see the fire inside Yoro's eyes. I knew then he wasn't kidding and this was no made up joke. 

Hantami Island ..

The desolate place no one knew about until there assess got picked and dropped off by the "Yorouzya'.

Yoro, the guy with the plan picks and chooses who he wants to serve for the clan. 

Hantami island was founded by Yoro's father "Hantami" hence why they chose to call it Hantami Island. I never seen this place before. I couldn't see anything anyway. We were blindfolded with a black bag before we even got close to the island. 

Yoro, a big man. His muscles were sculpted like a statue. Yoro's eye patch showed his committment and bravery to the clan. He had scars on his face and he was always in his uniform. It was ironed, tucked and his boots were always shining. You knew he took care of his apperance by the way he looked. His sword swayed on his back as he moved. He had a yorouzya sword. The only one of his kind. 

"Hey man, do you see it?" a voice from beside me whispered.

"Do you see the sword?" I turned my head to glance.

My eyes widened and I knew what kind of sword it was immediatly. I've seen those swords on brave fighting men. Men who were the best of the best and showed no mercy. Those were the men who protected there families and there families were honored by them. 

"Who are you?" I asked in a confused manner. 

I didn't know this guy, and he was simply talking to me like I was his friend. 

"Oh ... he was puzzled. Sorry..." the black haired pony tail man said. My name is "Kenji". 

As he goes to shake my hand.