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|I am called the Wandering<br>Samurai, due to my devotion<br>to the samurai code of<br>Bushido and my generally<br>poor sense of direction.

|The lone samurai continued his<br>endless journey onwards.

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|～As the sun dips below the<br>horizon, the Wandering<br>Samurai rests his weary<br>body on the grounds of<br>an old temple.～

|Eventually the samurai came<br>across a temple and decided to<br>take shelter from the heat of<br>the morning sun.

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|<br>"I'm so very tired from all<br>the wandering I did today..."<br>～Before he is even aware of<br>it, the samurai is asleep and<br>dreaming...～

|His eyelids began to feel heavy<br>and it did not take long before<br>he fell fast asleep under a<br>large tree.

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|♪ One onion. Can't eat it!<br>　 Two tubers. Mmm! Love it!<br>　 Three three-bean salads.<br>　 Can't eat it! ♪

|As he lay snoring in the shade,<br>a counting song from his<br>childhood came back to him...

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|♪ Four fortune cookies.<br>　 Mmm! Love it!<br>　 Five flying fish.<br>　 People eat those? ♪

|One - I like buns<br>Two - I don't like stew<br>Three - I like peas<br>Four - I don't like rice balls<br>Five - I like chives

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|♪ Six sticks of butter.<br>　 Mmm! Love it!<br>　 Seven celery sticks.<br>　 Can't eat it! ♪

|<br>Six - I don't like figs<br>Seven - I like cinnamon<br>Eight - I don't like skate<br>Nine - I like brine<br>Ten - I don't like ramen...

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|♪ Eight egg rolls.<br>　 Mmm! Love it!<br>　 Nine nice noodle dishes.<br>　 Can't eat it! ♪

|"An honourable samurai never<br>lets food go to waste," his<br>mother scolded. "Yes, mother,"<br>the young samurai dutifully<br>replied...

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|♪ And ten tennis balls.<br>　 Not food. ♪

|The lone samurai awoke from his<br>dream to find the sun had risen<br>high in the sky.

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|<br>"Son, if you are so picky<br>about food, you'll never<br>grow up to be a proper<br>samurai!"<br>"Yes, Mother!"

|He soon noticed two young<br>kids approaching with a toy<br>windmill and a rice ball.

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|When I wake, the sun is<br>high in the sky. Standing<br>nearby are two children.<br>The boy holds a pinwheel,<br>the girl a rice ball.

|"Our mummy told us to give<br>you this."

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|"Mama said this was for you."<br>My stomach growls as my<br>eye meets the rice ball.<br>"I am indebted to you."<br>I gratefully accept the<br>rice ball.

|The samurai's stomach let out<br>a loud growl at the sight of<br>the expertly-made rice ball.

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|It is delicious. Just like<br>Mother used to make.

|"Thank you," the samurai said<br>as he took the rice ball. He bit<br>into it and was filled with more<br>memories of his mother's<br>cooking.

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|He wondered how he<br>would be able to repay their<br>kindness to him.<br><br>To be continued...

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