War of the Kanjis (A fictional story) Chapter 1 My few years of vigorous and harsh training had finally paid off. I am one of the few who were enlisted in a special task force under the codename JAD. We are among the best of the best. We are the elites. Established by the government, our task force has only one reason. Eliminate all Kanjis. We got our first taste of battle in a land called KKTM. The hostile forces were weak. The battle lasted not more than 30 minutes. The Kanjis looked weird though. Each of them had different shapes. Seeing them for the first time, I thought they looked ridiculous. Our days on the strange land felt like eternity. We fought many of the Kanjis, but more seemed to replace their dead comrades. As the time passed by, I noticed that the shape of the Kanjis had particular meanings. Each was different. However, I quickly brushed away those thoughts as such things will brand me a heretic. Our duty here was to eliminate all Kanjis, not understand them. We marched deep into the land and felled many enemies but their numbers were endless. They seemed to be getting stronger day by day. Or maybe that was just my imagination. Maybe I was getting tired. I suppose that’s logical as we are unbeatable. They were only Kanjis after all. On the 5th week of our invasion, we discovered an old ruin. Our captain said that it was the perfect spot to establish a forward outpost. He sent me and few other brave soldiers to scout ahead. Little did we know that the ruin could also accommodate a perfect ambush. By the time we realized, it was all too late. My fellow brothers were already laying on the floor after I finally figured out what was happening. Slash wounds were all over their body. I was the only one standing. I thought that it wasn’t possible. Who could have done such a thing? My question was immediately answered as the bush behind me rustled. He walked out of the bush and revealed himself. Three feet tall and holding a sword in each hand, he looked ferocious. His body was full of battle wounds. I glanced at his weird looking weapon and saw blood dripping on the edges. The blood of my brothers. The sword was longer compared to our Keris. It was called a katana. Weapon used by high ranking officers of the Kanjis. I met his eye and he gave me an evil grin. With a sinister voice, he said “My name is Mr. Kanji Quiz. Yoroshiku! (Nice to meet you!) ”. To be continued…….