Curator of Japanese armor-Museum of Japanese armor

Sitting silently, all alone in the closet he watched as the fire shots entered his parent’s body and came out the other end. Blood was everywhere, on the two stone cold bodies, the floor and the walls. His parents were now gone but somewhere in the house still remained his younger sister. Although he had to rescue her from the intruders he couldn’t come out from the closet. The young boy sat breathing out hot air but at the same time breathing in the instant stink of the two bodies lying in front of him.

Suddenly two objects came through what was left of the door. In the light the tall objects shined like gold and silver. Once the objects came out of the bright light they appeared to be two tall Samurai’s. The Samurai’s were too quick for the white man’s gun, they both flied through the air like eagles, with both swords going through the man’s body. As the large swords pierced the intruder’s body he fell back, he fell back onto the fragile closet landing onto the young boy’s body. As the man fell onto the young boys body the sword that had come out of the man’s back pierced the skin of the delicate four year olds skins, wounding him. The boy lost so much blood he passed out. After waking up the first thing he saw was the large piece of chest armor hanging over him. It was silver with a gold dragon in the middle, and then out from the corner of his eyes he saw his younger sister. Relieved, he passed out again.

Fifty years on the invasion on Japan had past and the young boy is now a curator of ancient Japanese armor in the national museum of Japan. After the horrific loss of his parents the curator grew an obsession for Japanese armor. It was as though the sight of the chest armor had left a scare just like the knife had scared his body. The mental and physical scaring was there to remind him every day of how he lost his parents and who was there to rescue himself and his sister. For that he was forever grateful to the warriors of Japan and felt like he had to serve as a way of repayment. Not only is he a curator of Japanese armor but he also fell in love with the history of Samurai’s and know teaches at the University of Kyoto. Passing on his passion of ancient Japanese warriors to the youth of Japan gave the curator strength to not seek revenge for what happened to his parents but to honour the hero’s Japanese history.