the land needs a samurai!

Few years passed on…

 jazzy grew up into a young man and his papa thought that its time to start his education. everyone in huskinpura had only one destination to kick start their quest for knowledge, the holy temple of Veerbatra the communal god of the maraa clan! The temple complex was not so magnificent as those in capital of attarabad, but still it had a fortified complex with all the features to fight the invaders! During war times the people in the town took shelter at the temple complex and rarely did the fortified temple complex failed to serve its purpose. No invader has ever breached the wall! The maraas, jazzy’s warrior clan did built the fort a long time ago during war of the gold rush. After the war peace was restored in the land and the maraa clan took a vow not to fight anymore, they began farming. For several generations there was no need for war and maraa clan began to consider themselves as farmers! The land by the sandal river was very prosperous  and it yielded best of all the grains and spices! Men of  Maraa clan were very intellectual and they never allowed their  children to get into any vocation before completing  primary education. They believed knowledge is eternal!

                      Suku maraa, jazzy’s papa took him to  holy baba at the temple complex! Holy baba is the unofficial acharya of the land. He had made many novices of huskinapura into learned scholars!

“baba, this is my son sasi maraa (jazzy’s clan name), he has to start his education” said papa. 

                

               Holy baba without any response, kept shaving the bamboo cane meticulously peeling of whips of equal lengths for his bamboo baskets. Baba although was a scholar he kept a low profile in public. He led a simple life. Weaving baskets was the only thing he did, other than teaching his pupil.

     “sukumaraa! Nice to see you with your pithru! This young man looks like he has got a lot of potential. I’m telling you he is going to rule this land one day.”

   “baba I just want him to be a knowledgeable young maraa farmer, we are no warriors any more”

  “ sukumaraa you wont know what destiny will have in store.” Smiled baba.

“ I just want him to go to saveethapuri and be a scholar like you and soing soing of mingming”

“how do you know soing soing ?” exclaimed baba.

“sasi’s grandpa once sailed to philipinesia baba. He met soing soing there. He also bought two buffaloes for sasi from there. He drinks their milk”

“ you guys do believe the thing that philipinesian  buffalo milk gives you wisdom, don’t you?” quipped baba.

“ that’s what my father thinks, but I don’t believe in it baba, my son will travel, learn and yearn his wisdom”

“ enough sukumaraa, listen to me” baba  said with a stern look on his face "sasi has to become a samurai, he needs to go to japania. The land has seen enough of mitsubishi’s foul play, just because he is a samurai he thinks no one will question his outrageous behavior. This land needs another samurai and that will be sasi.”

“but  baba, we have vowed not to  fight anymore, our clan…..”

“forget about the vow sukumaraa, the land needs a samurai. I’ll train sasi only to enter the samurai school, not for anything else. He will return and salvage the land from that tyrant Mitsubishi. And veerbatra wont show his wrath upon you for breaking the vow made in his temple. Its for the good of the people of this land, he will shower only blessings”

“as you say baba” jazzy’s papa couldn’t disobey the only learned scholar of the land.

“oh the samurai to be, the savior of the land of eighteen towns and the holy sandal river,this is your place from now and I’m your guru” said baba with a beaming smile.

“ baba I’m like the molten gold, you can mould me into anything. I’m at the service of my mother land”