1 The lone wolf.

"It is with great regret that I say this. But the Germans continued to advance on the European front ..."

A young turns off the radio. He picks up coffee and sits on the stairs of his house, while looking at his family's fields

(Man) - James. Have you planted the wheat? asked a man in a hoarse voice.

(James) - Already father. - He took a sip of coffee - Is Peter okay?

(Father) - I don't know. That kid is good at fighting. It won't die easy. In a little while it is you. - commented sitting on a chair.

(James) - But ... If I don't want to fight?

(Father) - You have to fight! It is your duty to the country. When I was younger, I did not fail when they called me to war ...

(James) - There it comes again.

(Father) - They called me a killer stallion. I didn't think, I just went to fight.

(James) - That's why he lost an eye, crazy old man. - mocked, while adjusting the blonde bangs. - Fighting is not for me. Know this.

(Father) - You can say that now. But sometime you will realize that you will need to fight.

James stared at his father, looking at the photo of his two children with only one eye. The young man put the cigarette in his mouth and walked away.

#

In front of the war, German troops were advancing surrounding the allies. Some soldiers were in a trench.

(Sergeant) - Private Reynolds. The grenades !! he shouted as the enemy troops advanced.

The soldier threw the last ones he had. The sergeant played. But he saw that it had no effect. He turned his attention to his soldiers.

(Sergeant) - What the fuck! Do any of you have any last words?

(Reynolds) - I wanted some French girls in my bed when this was over.

(Timmy) - I wanted to give my father a last hug.

One of the soldiers was silent, reloading the weapon.

(Sergeant) - Peter! Did you hear that I spoke?

(Peter) - My last words, sir? May my brother not come to this hell.

(Sergeant) - Very well. In my signal everyone is shooting with everything they have. Do you understand? - looked at the battlefield for a few seconds - Now !!

Everyone who was there. They ran towards the Nazi troops.

* (Japan): FUKUI. 1942.

Japanese imperial troops were mobilizing to go to war. A troop captain accompanied an old man with gray hair, eyes closed, down the hall.

(Captain) - Is he ready master Toda?

(Master) - Of course, yes. He learned my teachings with excellence and improved with two more katanas. - Said opening a door that led to a dojo.

There was a man meditating in the middle of the place. A katana on one side. And a cage, which was a few meters from him.

A servant approached the cage, opening it. A swallow came out, flew quickly to the exit. But when passing by the man. His wings were clipped. And the swordsman had the katana in his hands.

(Captain) - It was very fast. I can't even see your movements.

(Man) - This is called Tsubame Gaeshi, a style with the katana, which as you saw. It is able to cut a swallow in mid-flight. The attack is so quick and light. - commented, putting away his katana.

(Captain) - That in the war would make a big difference. That's why the emperor indicated you ...

(Man) - Did you come to tell me that?

(Captain) - We need wars with you. To magnify the emperor and our territory.

(Man) - What do you think, master?

(Master) - I cannot interfere with your decision. But it was not the foreigners who killed your family and you swore revenge. These foreigners were Americans.

The man took another katana, turning to the captain.

(Man) - When are you leaving?

(Captain) - Very early tomorrow.

(Man) - I'll get ready. But I hope you have chosen the right side to fight. - he said tying his hair.

(Captain) - Thank you. Now you can give me your name to put in a battalion.

(Man) - Sasaki Kojirō.

# (USA): Texas. 1942.

(James) - What? - asks scared, almost falling back.

(Messenger) - I'm sorry. But his son died... - Said the man, holding the hat in his hand.

(Father) - How did he die? the old man asked as he hugged his wife.

(Messenger) - He was on a team trying to infiltrate France, but they were arrested and killed.

James sawed his fists.

(James) - That idiot. He had that idea of ​​revenge after that attack in Hawaii.

(Father) - It's called patriotism James.

(Mother) - It was his choice. But I don't want to lose you too. - He said taking the hand of his youngest son.

(Messenger) - How old are you boy?

(James) - Seventeen .

(Messenger) - There are still two years to go. Pray that this will end sooner.

James looked at the window. He saw the plantation swaying in the wind.

(James) - No. I have to avenge my brother. Avenge all those who are dying in that shit.

James left the house. He started walking aimlessly through the fields. The afternoon was beginning to fall. The boy thought of how many people were suffering from that. But he wondered why. In anger, he jumped over a fence, went over to a tree. Starting to punch the trunk every time I thought about war and the dead. More punches hit that poor innocent.

(Old man) - Hey !! Hey!! Boy !! Stop this!

James looked at who was shouting. Man with a shotgun, limping, graying beard, trimmed hair. He looked annoyed.

(Old man) - This territory is mine. You cannot enter like that. Want to get shot?

(James) - Sorry. I just lost control. - the boy apologized, putting his hands inside the overalls.

(Old man) - I see. But why did he attack Daisy? - Questioned placing the gun near the tree.

(James) - Daisy?

(Old) - It is the name of the tree. he said, caressing her.

(James) - Crazy ... (Old man) - SHUT THE FUCK MOUTH !! I'm not crazy.

(James) - Say ...

(Old man) - Didn't answer my question.

(James) - Ah ... I don't think I would understand. - commented, leaning against the fence - My brother went on a mission in the war. And he was killed.

(Old man) - I know how it is. You get angry and wonder why they do it. And he feels he must do something.- said the old man, crossing his arms.

(James) - That's right. How do you know?

(Old man) - I felt the same thing. That's what made me go to war.

(James) - You mean you were in the first ...

(Old man) - Yes ... My name is Thomas Davies. I lived in London, I was a hot-headed young man who got carried away by anger and wanted to do something. I lost a lot of friends, I was shot that made me lose the movement of my legs.

(James) - So how did you end up here in Texas? he asked, sitting on the fence.

(Thomas) - I didn't want to live there anymore. I lost everyone I knew. The store my parents had was going bankrupt. I took everything I had and moved to start over here. I had my daughter, I'm happy now.

(James) - I'm happy for you. James looked at the old man's house. There was a female figure looking at them.

(Thomas) - But what about you boy? What are you going to decide about going to war?

(James) - I don't know ...

(Thomas) - What does your heart want? he asked, sitting next to Daisy.

(James) - I ... feel ... that I want to fight. But I am weak. I never fought, I don't know anything about military things.

(Thomas) - I understand. Do not worry about it. I'll help you with that.

(James) - But how?

(Thomas) - I grew up fighting. On the streets of London there is something called boxing. A violent fight, which only the strong stand. The fight is a little disorganized, but I studied these years a little and I have some methods to put to the test.

(James) - I didn't understand. But I don't know if it will help me.

(Thomas) - Of course it will, boy. Come here tomorrow and I'll show you. - the old man got up and went to his house.

James looked at Thomas's farm a little. He remembered playing with his brother. How brave he was and pulled James on adventures around town.

(James) - I will fight. I will avenge my brother. I will kill them all. - He spoke angrily.

# Paris (1942).

Some Japanese soldiers went out of their truck to help the allies. A captain addressed a German major.

(Captain) - Sir. We brought some reinforcements that you asked for. - spoke in German.

(Major) - Good. I want them in action right away. There are some French rebels around the city. Can you fix them?

(Captain) - Yes sir. - left the military, running to his battalion. - Form a group with three rows.

His soldiers obeyed his orders. Everyone was armed with machine guns and katanas. But there was one of them who had only two pistols and two katanas on his waist, it was Sasaki Kojirō. He was carrying his pistols when one of the soldiers approached him.

(Soldier) - Hey. Don't you think you're low on weapons? - he asked as he adjusted his weapon.

(Sasaki) - What do you mean?- he asked, placing the pistols in the holder.

(Soldier) - There are only two pistols. Swords will not have an effect in war.

(Sasaki) - I don't need firearms to prove that I am better than the enemy. Now leave me alone. I do not like talking.

Sasaki left the soldier. The group walked for a few hours. When they reached the center. They began to be targeted by enemies. A shooting started. Sasaki fired. A body fell in front of him. It was the soldier he talked to earlier. The swordsman realized that he was hit from a distance. Sasaki was looking everywhere. Until he realized they were in front of a building. The sniper was up there.

He ran behind the confusion by going down a small street that led to the back of the building. He ran, but leaving an abandoned store, a French soldier shooting him. But he quickly drew his katanas. At an incredible speed the enemy was already on the ground agonizing for his death. Sasaki kept running, put away his swords, taking out his pistols. Approaching the back of the building.

He slowly opened the door. He saw that the enemies were busy with their companions. Went upstairs. There was nobody, they shouldn't have a lot of people. Sasaki arrived on the top floor. He caught sight of the sniper, cautiously approached. Entering the room, but felt something on his back. An English soldier was threatening him. The Japanese soldier dropped his pistols. He put his hands up.

The soldier shouted at him, but did not understand. But he saw that the Englishman had his swords released. Sasaki looked at the room, there was one more behind him, lighting a cigarette, another concentrating on the porch with the rifle. He pretended he was going to take off his belt, but in a very quick reflex he drew one of his swords, cutting off the enemy's hand. While screaming in pain, he cut his throat. The other who was behind him tried to draw his weapon, but Sasaki's sword was already going through him. A bullet passed close to his face. It was the sniper.

Apparently he was cursing Sasaki. It started to fire. The samurai used the dead body as a shield. He moved quickly, hitting his opponent in the belly. Kojirō smiled, his enemy spat blood on his face.

(Sasaki) - Your worm. he kicked from the balcony.

The enemies com realized wouhave no more chances. They surrendered. Being arrested. Sasaki went to his battalion.

(Captain) - Good job Sasaki. But I should have waited for orders.

(Sasaki) - How many of ours died? - he asked, wiping his face.

(Captain) - Of the twenty that came, seven died.

(Sasaki) - I hope they didn't die in vain. - went to where the dead were, knelt down to pray for them.

The captain drank some water. When the German major approached.

(Major) - Captain Hiroshi. I see that your mission was successful.

(Captain) - Yes. Thanks to our soldier Sasaki Kojirō. But he thought of everything himself.

(Major) - A disobedient soldier. What are you going to do?

(Captain) - I don't know. He's an incredible fighter, but he doesn't obey orders, he doesn't work as a team. But he has a great sense of war.

(Major) - He is a lone wolf then. But he has to learn to dance according to the rules. Correct that.

(Captain) - Yes sir. - he said while facing his soldier praying.

#Texas (1942).

James was knocking on old Thomas's door. It was almost afternoon. A girl opened the door. Short, brown hair. Clear eyes. Very beautiful. James was embarrassed.

(James) - Hello ... Is your father there?

(Girl) - Yes. You may come in.

James entered. The girl took him up the stairs. As they went up, James decided to make a point.

(James) - So ... what's your name?

(Girl) - Lucy.

(James) - Beautiful name ...

(Lucy) - Know that I don't like too much praise. Here. - She opened the door. Your father dozed.

James was annoyed. He shook him a little, to see if he woke up.Nothing .

(James) - Sir ... Thomas ... Thomas ... YOUR SHIT !! - shouted .

Thomas slowly opened his eyes. He looked at James.

(Thomas) - Hi boy. Why are you here?

(James) - I came here because you said you were going to help me?

(Thomas) - What help? - sat on the bed.

(James) - About the war ... Boxing.

(Thomas) - I don't remember. - replied scratching his head.

(James) - How can you not remember ?!

(Thomas) - Don't scream. But do you want some pie?

(James) - NO !! - shouted impatiently.