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Dragon Samurai Chapter 3 Answered

Here's the third Chapter. The plot is thickening! :-) PLease tell me if there's anything that could be improved!

Chapter 3
The dojo
It took another few hours before we actually reached the dojo. The girl with the golden hair had come in and out of consciousness during the day. Clouds were starting to surround us and we weren’t far away from the entrance. I was about to ask my dad a question when a kunai shot past my ear and stuck into the ground. I turned my head around to meet a rain of kunai and shuriken.
“Father,” I cried. He barely turned his head an inch before catching sight of the ninja weapons.
We broke into a gallop and barely escaped the deadly blades of the kunai and shuriken. One shuriken was aimed straight at the girl. I took my bokken and deflected the ninja star. I had practised sword defence several times with my father. Not a second past when a second wave of weapons was launched form the trees. My father drew his katana and deflected several shurikens and I did my best with my bokken. A kunai embedded itself in my bokken and a shuriken grazed my cheek. I winced and held my cheek feeling the warm blood seep out of my veins. We were now metres away from the dojo’s entrance. No ninja would dare enter it. My dad called to the guards to open the gate and they obeyed. The gate creaked open and we rushed in. The gate closed and several kunai and shuriken clanged against the metal gate. Inside the dojo we were safe from any attack. I breathed heavily as I got off the horse. I got the girl down from the horse while clutching my cheek which was still bleeding. My father ordered me to take the girl to the healers. I walked through the dojo admiring the amazing buildings and statues. There was a beautiful fountain in the garden full of birds bathing themselves. I continued walking until I was walking past the training halls. Curious heads popped out of the halls and gasped at the girl with golden hair. The pupils soon returned to their training when the sensei hit one student’s shins with his walking stick. The young boy winced and held his legs. I had a feeling that the sensei’s hit was harder than it looked.
We soon arrived at the healing quarters. I laid the girl in one of the beds and a lady carrying medicine rushed into the healing quarters. She quickly opened a door and placed the medicine on one of the benches inside the room. She came out of the room and noticed that I was standing next to the bed here I had laid the girl.
“Oh, I am truly sorry for my rushing,” she said. “Now what do we have here.”
“My father and I found her unconscious in a forest near here,” I started. “She’s been coming in and out of consciousness during our journey.”
She observed the girl and felt the pulse of her blood.
“Her blood circulation is running normally. She doesn’t seem to have a fever.”
She performed several other medical procedures before she looked at me and said, “She just needs to rest. You on the other hand need to clean your cheek to prevent infection. Run along now.”
I bowed and went to the bathrooms to clean my cheek. Inside I found someone I really didn’t expect to see.
“Ryu!” cried Hiroshi.
“What are you doing here, Hiroshi?” I asked amazed by his presence.
“I’m here to train just like you. What happened to your cheek?”
“We were attacked on our way here. A shuriken grazed my cheek.”
“You also got a kunai in your bokken.”
I looked down at my wooden sword. I took out the kunai which had put a hole straight through the bokken. I sighed. I’ll need a new one. I washed my face and told Hiroshi about our journey here. I explained how we found the girl and were attacked by ninjas. Every now and then he would gasp or gulp but I didn’t mind. Once you’ve lived with Hiroshi for over five years you get used to what he does. He always interrupted sentences with a mumble or yawn or any other type of noise including noise that didn’t come out of his mouth.
A bell rang in the distance. It was time for dinner. I could smell the cooked rice and the chicken and my mouth started watering. We walked to the dining hall and sat down about halfway down the left side of the table. The teachers sat up on a raised table and my father was sitting on the far right. He was staring straight to the forest. His expression was hard to decipher but he seemed worried and I had a feeling that it had something to do with the ninjas that attacked us.
The man in the centre of the raised table stood up and the hall went completely quiet.
“Today we welcome several new students to our dojo,” he shouted in a superior tone. “For those of you who are new, I am Sensei Masako. Some of you may already have heard that the Emperor has been kidnapped by the ninjas. The dojo will be doing its best to help in any way possible. Be aware that this will NOT interrupt your training. Without further ado, let us begin to eat our meal.”
Within ten seconds everyone was eating their food and talking to friends. My father ate and conversed with some of the sensei’s at the table but every now and then he would stare out into the forest. Something sinister is going on and I had a feeling that the kidnapped emperor was the least of our problems.

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