Tales of the Ronin - The Last of the Ronin

I made this story mainly becuase I was bored. Also, I really enjoyed writing the last Tales of the Ronin, so I made a sort of sequal explaining what had happened in the old one. Anyways, I hope it's entertaining in someway, enjoy.

Tales of the Ronin - The Last of the Ronin

The sun shined down upon Oishi, the bright sunrays giving warmth to his cold and fragile body. He gazed upon the sky where a falcon flew. He watched the falcon extending it's magnificent wings, soaring across the sky, living life to its fullest. Oishi's amazement was suddenly destroyed once he felt the urging pain of a violent whiplash tear apart the flesh from his scarred back. He tried not to scream in agony, once the whip struck him again, and again. Instead he gritted his teeth, and hopelessly tried to withstand the excruciating pain that was tearing him apart. Though, he could do nothing to stop the suffering. His hands were chained to a small wooden bar. He was being "punished" for committing a high crime known to all of Japan.

He had killed Lord Kira. The same man who murdered Oishi's master, Lord Asano. Oishi had sent a small army of samurai to attack the lord's estate, and seek revenge by killing the lord. They were known as the 47 Ronin. Against all odds, Oishi survived. Though sadly, the rest of the Ronin died in the attempt. Now, he was in the small fort village of Kotuma. He was soon to join them; he was sentenced to be tortured to death. Oishi didn't bother to keep count, but he could tell it rose well over thirty. Enough torture to break even the greatest of warriors. The surrounding crowd gasped more with each agonizing whiplash. Oishi lost more of his strength, and his faith. The misery and dishonor was too much for the tormented Ronin, he could bear it no more. Oishi had fallen to his knees, he had been broken. Just one more whiplash could easily kill the anguished Ronin.

Suddenly all noise, all chatter had ceased. Oishi could no more hear the terrified gasps of the people who had felt such sorrow for him, just silence. Even the constant whipping had ceased, everyone was left speechless. Oishi turned only to find the same guard who had whipped him so brutally was now lying dead on the ground, with an arrow in back. Behind the corpse stood a familiar figure…

It's good!

But doesn't ronin mean a college student wannabe?