Hoka Nishurama

In 1875, France was in conflict, people were against the Bastille, and I, well, I'm a ninja, I'm not on anyone's side, but I'm going to help these poor people destroy the Bastille. My three friends and I were going to lower the drawbridge to gain entry and take out those soldiers.

And when the bell rang, all the adults in the city were armed, you know, with axes, pickaxes, hoes, etc. I cut the rope holding the wooden bridge, causing it to collapse, and the people entered while the soldiers armed themselves and fired at the people, killing some, but it wasn't enough, and a fight broke out, with the people winning and, of course, me and my three partners easily killing the soldiers. We were all four hooded. Soon there were few soldiers left, only four: the general and three soldiers. The colonel had a piece of wood with a burning tip and pointed it at a barrel full of gunpowder. My partners killed the three soldiers, and I extinguished the fire on the stick with my hands, sparing the colonel's life. Then a girl, you, appeared out of nowhere; you were the daughter of one of the poor.

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