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Ryuma continued to run through the bamboo.  He stopped every now and then to listen for any pursuers, and then continued his flight.  He clutched his small leather pack on his back.  It contained all that he had in life: some food, mainly rice balls, a small knife, a scroll portrait of his father and mother, and a sealed document.  It was the small scroll with a black wax seal that had changed his life, making it imperative that he flees the only life that he had ever known.  He checked his left hip again.  The black lacquered scabbard was still fastened securely to his belt.  The sword that it contained was his only lifeline if he ran into t