Lieutenant Ena Sang, Entry 43
”I prepped myself for this moment for weeks. I spent half my life training to be a weapon they could use to gain everything they ever could have dreamed of obtaining. I wasn’t ready for the words that made me reconsider what I was doing with my life.
It was just about seven in the morning when I decided to wake up. Instead of doing my normal routine.. I took a detour to my old apartment. On my way up I was thinking about the fact that this may very well be the last time I ever use this elevator. Nonetheless, I got to my place and went for my sword. I tucked it away, knowing full well what was going to happen later in the day.
But before that, let’s go back to what I was built to be. I never had the most caring of parents. In fact, they had me so they could train me to be the best god damn Yakuza out there. They wanted a boy, how unfortunate for them. So instead of building me to be the patriarch of their dreams, they built me to be a weapon. I trained in Osaka after my daughter was killed for four years until I received a call from Mike Akihito, asking me to come to Karakura and assist him with his clan.
Of course I took the offer. It was a great field training opportunity for me. But I found the most unexpected things when I got there. I found people who showed interest towards me, cared about me. Nonetheless, I began my work immediately doing whatever it took to better the clan. I didn’t have time to eat or sleep often, and I sure as hell didn’t socialize too much. After beginning my lengthy mission of bringing down a neighboring clan, I began to wonder what my life is turning into.
Stood with my Patriarch on the peak of a mountain, readying myself for the biggest hit of my career, I was told the most unexpected thing. I was told that I wasn’t ready to die. That’s when I realized what I had been doing since I lost my daughter. I was becoming the weapon my mother and father designed me to be. My Patriarch asked me: “Are you prepared for this?” And in that moment I knew I wasn’t. There were people I cared about. People I loved with everything I have. Those people I’ve grown to love and cherish throughout my time in this city are people I would die protecting. I realized I wasn’t ready to die because those people still needed me, and I need them.
I ended his life. With a flick of my blade I stuck it through his neck and ended it swiftly. I don't really know what to feel. Though this isn't something I will get used to. I leaned down and closed his eyes after the job. He looked at peace, as if he had just let this happen. Maybe it's just me though... Sometimes I wish I could have that kind of peace, or stillness in my mind. Regardless, the job is done, and now I pretend none of it happened. Now that.. that is for the sake of the people I love."
- Ena.
”I prepped myself for this moment for weeks. I spent half my life training to be a weapon they could use to gain everything they ever could have dreamed of obtaining. I wasn’t ready for the words that made me reconsider what I was doing with my life.
It was just about seven in the morning when I decided to wake up. Instead of doing my normal routine.. I took a detour to my old apartment. On my way up I was thinking about the fact that this may very well be the last time I ever use this elevator. Nonetheless, I got to my place and went for my sword. I tucked it away, knowing full well what was going to happen later in the day.
But before that, let’s go back to what I was built to be. I never had the most caring of parents. In fact, they had me so they could train me to be the best god damn Yakuza out there. They wanted a boy, how unfortunate for them. So instead of building me to be the patriarch of their dreams, they built me to be a weapon. I trained in Osaka after my daughter was killed for four years until I received a call from Mike Akihito, asking me to come to Karakura and assist him with his clan.
Of course I took the offer. It was a great field training opportunity for me. But I found the most unexpected things when I got there. I found people who showed interest towards me, cared about me. Nonetheless, I began my work immediately doing whatever it took to better the clan. I didn’t have time to eat or sleep often, and I sure as hell didn’t socialize too much. After beginning my lengthy mission of bringing down a neighboring clan, I began to wonder what my life is turning into.
Stood with my Patriarch on the peak of a mountain, readying myself for the biggest hit of my career, I was told the most unexpected thing. I was told that I wasn’t ready to die. That’s when I realized what I had been doing since I lost my daughter. I was becoming the weapon my mother and father designed me to be. My Patriarch asked me: “Are you prepared for this?” And in that moment I knew I wasn’t. There were people I cared about. People I loved with everything I have. Those people I’ve grown to love and cherish throughout my time in this city are people I would die protecting. I realized I wasn’t ready to die because those people still needed me, and I need them.
I ended his life. With a flick of my blade I stuck it through his neck and ended it swiftly. I don't really know what to feel. Though this isn't something I will get used to. I leaned down and closed his eyes after the job. He looked at peace, as if he had just let this happen. Maybe it's just me though... Sometimes I wish I could have that kind of peace, or stillness in my mind. Regardless, the job is done, and now I pretend none of it happened. Now that.. that is for the sake of the people I love."
- Ena.
